Vibro never understood the appeal of gambling. That's not to say she wasn't enjoying herself. The background hum as people  diced their lifesavings away, and the raw excitement from the spectators was palpable. Despite the hour, Vibro was full of life. For others the noise may have been distracting, but not for Vibro.

Listening to all the various snippets of conversation, Vibro scanned the Casino floor for any word or mention of Blackwolf.

OOC- So here's a good point to interject. Good first post by the way. You've done the right thing by describing your action, but now you'll have to give me a roll. Sometimes I'll ask for it (usually in a PM), sometimes you can just offer it. This one will be a perception check, as perception includes listen, spot, etc. You'll include this in a private line to me. At the bottom of your post, you'll give me your roll, and any of the little things you weren't willing to include in the story-post. Also, if you're making a roll, you'll go to Dice Roller, make your roll, but put what the roll is for in the description and your %. Once you've rolled, you highlight and copy it into your private line. Like so:


By the way, I won't be posting interjections in the proper game. Just this one.

I better not be too obvious, wonder where that damned Crossfire & Lizard got too?

Grabbing a champagne from a passing waiter & sipping slowly, Vibro continued meandering through the crowds, feigning attention to the games going on around her whilst taking in the myriad of conversations.

Crossfire moved across the room, scanning for talent. Sure he entered with that talented piece Vibro - no cancel that, that line of thinking could get a fella killed pretty quick.

Hmmm that one in the blue evening gown is nice, isn't she a bit too nice for this Hicksville Indian joint. "Evening Maam, beautiful night for it" Better keep circulating, get the mind back on task, now's not the time for distractions

Compared to a jungle mission this playground looked pretty sweet, buffet and babes instead of rations, bugs and GI's. The mission was pretty similar too, let the intelligence types identify the target and remain ready to eliminate it.

Pulling himself together Crossfire thought to himself First things first identify how the enemy was deployed and stay out of notice, just blend in with the crowd. Crowd, what crowd, shit the place was quiet, not much chance hadn't been made

Crossfire casually scaned for the joints muscle while subconsciously feeling for that reassuring bulge under his left arm pit.
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Quiksit scratched his head in wonder at how stupid Crossfire could be at times. Why did he approach me so early with his..  "Evening Maam, beautiful night for it", and was that code for something?

Of course to the casual viewer Quiksit's head scratch appeared no more than a quick adjustment to a particularly beautiful hairstyle.

As Quiksit and Crossfire parted in the crowd Quikzit scanned the room looking for the armed men. Not the obvious official guards, the hidden ones that had to be holding this operation together.

<Spot 69%.... vs Perception skill of 67%>
This message was last edited by the player at 04:49, Wed 09 Oct 2013.

geez, the service around this joint is pretty slow

Damn Vibro and Quiksit for talking me into walking into this killing field.

Now I'm in plain sight, at close range in a near empty room when I could have been hiding out the back blowing em away at range from the shrubbery.

The service was indeed slow. For a place as large as this, there were very few staff to be seen. In fact only a few of the tables were occupied at all.

Despite the lack of people, the casino's noise was still plenty and loud, even without the extra voices added to it. However, even through the cacophony, Vibro's keen aural senses pinpointed exactly what she was looking for. That, and more. The source came from another room adjacent to the central gambling area. She listened intently as she sipped lightly at her champagne, meandering through the lack of crowd.

Only meters away, Crossfire was feeling good about the flirtatious return from the woman he just spoke to. The gentle tussle of her hair could only mean that she was interested. He considered his opportunities as he combed the room with his eyes. So few people made it easy to spot the security. Large men of Native American decent stood vigil at various points throughout the room. Two stood vigil by the entrance, one each on either side of the room, and the occasional floater that moved between rooms. All  had some indication of Mohican heritage about their person, whether a few feathers or beaded necklaces. The largest of them wore his long black hair in pigtails, Pippi Longstocking style.

Quiksit noticed the same Native American security as Crossfire. Outside of them, there didn't seem to be any sign of the unofficial regulators he was looking for. He did, however, get to see a patron vomit violently on the offensive carpet. One of the security officers from that side of the room was already strutting over to him.

OOC - Vibro got a crit with her perception. Any roll in the first 10% of your skill is a crit. There are levels to success and failure in this game. So with Vibro's 85%, if she rolled anything between 1 and 9, she'd have gotten that crit. Don't assume anything else is a success or failure though. On that same token, a 99-100% is a fumble.
Normally I'd write the outcome of Vibro's success in a PM to her. I want everyone to see how this will go, so here it is:

Crit on Perception. Heard the Blackwolf's name from a voice around the corner in an adjacent room. The crit allowed you to hear that he'll be overseeing the 'Buffet' in 5 minutes, and a guy named Barry would be his babysitter.

As for Crossfire and Quiksit, you'd get a PL that would look like this:

Crossfire - success on your perception. Though it was over your score, it was an easy check, therefore you get a bonus to spot them. The way your skill rolls work is, you roll the 1d100 without bonuses, unless I give you bonuses to add. The roll you get with the d100 would be checked against your skill. If you take out the +66 you rolled with, your roll would have been 89, which is over your score of 66. This is a fail in most cases, but because it was an easy roll and I gave a +30 to spot them, you got it.

Quiksit - failure on perception. Yours was harder to spot, so there was no bonus to see the ones you were looking for.

As a robot waiter passed, Vibro made a random choice from the less than appetizing selection of finger food. Eyeing the unidentified morsel skeptically, surely it can't be too bad, what motivation would they have to poison the clientele?, Vibro took the plunge and popped it into her mouth, and immediately regretted her action.

Coughing the offending article into her napkin, Vibro attempted to discretely secret the package in the nearest potted plant and down the remainder of her champagne to wash the taste of .... well she'd rather not imagine ... out of her mouth.
This message was last edited by the player at 22:15, Wed 15 Aug 2012.

This is where I'd normally ask you to edit your last post Vibro, and make it past tense. Also, the skill you want to use is sleight, for next time.

Noticing Vibro's well placed suggestion that he interact with the Model 9145xrt Robot Waiter Quiksit elegantly glided between the tables to the nearest of the machines.  Kneeling down beside it to adjust her shoe Quiksit whispered a quiet "Hello Model 9145xrt Robot Waiter, you are looking very dapper tonight."
The words flowed into the robot's sensors as pure machine code and the Robot Waiter ground to a sudden halt and turned towards this unexpected source of programming. Remembering at the last second to proffer one of the trays of delicacies to The Programmer.
Quikzit sniffed at one of the dainty morsels and briefly considered trying one, but the truth is that although they looked tasty, their smell told Quikzit that the meat on them was too fresh and needed a few more days to mature.  A sad fact about the human race is that they seemed to have such poorly developed digestive tracts so their meat had to be eaten virtually fresh, and heavily cooked.
Ignoring the tray, Quikzit asked "Where is your registered owner,Joe Blackfur Shoemowetochawcawewahcatowe? and which of these people are staff?"
This message was last edited by the player at 23:41, Thu 16 Aug 2012.

Shuddering at the sight of one punter spilling the contents of his stomach onto the floor, Vibro considered her options, damn, they may well be out to poison everyone.


Taking a few steps over to Crossfire. "Hello Love, where have you been all night? I thought you'd left me.", Vibro leant in and kissed him gently on the left cheek, lingering a moment. Almost silently, "Our friend will be overseeing the buffet in 5 mins, Barry will be making sure he keeps out of mischief"

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This message was last edited by the player at 12:23, Thu 16 Aug 2012.

OOC - Vibro had a good question. She asked if I could see all private messages/lines.

Yes. I can see everything you do in this game, apart from the faces you make while you type (and thank God for that).

Also, there are things you'll want to keep private, but there are things that you may want to include in your writing. Take for example Vibro went to whisper something. You can write in the small things you do, but not include what you actually said. Then you can PL the speech to the person you whispered to. We only have to get that secretive when people start metagaming, and I think we've all agreed not to do that.

Quick question for Vibro: why did your quotes come up as <quote> instead of " ?

Also, Quiksit, thoughts should be italicised so we know which ones are thoughts. And by the way, not to criticise, but you may want to check your grammar before you post. It shows me that you care. :) That, and I'm kind of a grammar Nazi. And just so I'm not singling you out, you other two have erred a couple of times as well, but as this is a practice run, I'm going easy on you. My brother makes everyone go back and edit their posts in his game.

As a note, I usually like to wait until everyone has had a chance to post before I do, so that I don't get ahead of what someone wanted to do. However, if you want to put filler in, be my guest. Anything you write has the potential to be character building.
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:29, Thu 16 Aug 2012.

OOC - I hit quote rather than use ", my mistake

Leaving Crossfire, Vibro made her way over to a stationary robot waiter, and took another champagne. Taking a sip, Vibro casually remarked to the nearby lady attending to her footwear "Excuse me miss, are you ok? I do hope you haven't broken a heel and ruined those lovely shoes. Here let me see if I can help."

Kneeling beside her, Vibro bent closer to inspect the shoe, whispering at a barely audible level " Barry, get full name, mobile number, address, picture if you can. Buffet 3 minutes."
This message was last edited by the player at 12:28, Thu 16 Aug 2012.

OOC this is where Crossfire points out that speech colours are supposed to be individual and sorry Lizard but I got blue first.

If a pass is for being within 10% of your target stat what incentive is there to put any ranks in a skill?

Crossfire tried to recall the plan they had discussed before they walked in here.

He seamed to recal Vibro saying "don't kill everyone, you could do that from outside dummy, this is a recon job"

Crossfire said to no one in particular "That buffet doesn't look half bad, I reckon I'll go grab a prawn"

OOC - There is a good description of skill rolls in the book that has all the skill descriptions

Standing up, Vibro commented "There, it's not so bad. Mind you, I'd go careful walking on this floor, there's a nasty mess over there." and indicated over her left shoulder towards the security guard, who had made no attempt to conceal his disdain for the patron who had vomitted over the fine flooring.

"If you can still stomach eating anything, why don't you join my boyfriend and I in the buffet in a couple of minutes, and I can tell you where the best place to get Charlotte Olympia platforms is, at an absolute steel."

Taking another sip of her champagne, Vibro headed after Crossfire towards the buffet.

A couple of minutes later when the dame in blue joined him, Crossfire figured he was in with a chance, it was time he tried his killer line.

Hi Maam, you haven't seen my buddy anywhere have you, he's a Greek chap named Herklitis, never around when I want him. No I'm not trying to be rude that's his real name before you accuse me of starting a conversation about hairy clitoris' - damn just shut your trap you idiot, show the beefcake and keep the trap shut and you'll have a better chance.

He moved away from that conversational devastation to try Vibo "HEY HONEY, have you noticed how quiet this is, they can't be trying to turn a profit, wonder what the real motivation is and why they're driving the customers away"

hope that was quieter than it seemed

Smiling, Vibro casually glanced around to see if anyone was paying them undue attention.

In reply to Heraclitus (msg # 14):

OOC  None of Quikzit's post is thoughts... he has asked the robot where its owner is as a question.

I am not sure what answer Quikzit will get... but I'm expecting something there... if only "unknown" or "Would you like a a drink sir?"
This message was last edited by the player at 23:45, Thu 16 Aug 2012.

Accepting Vibro's invitation seems only prudent at that point but Quikzit separated quickly
from Vibro as Crossfire as soon as she got into the buffet room.  No point advertising that they were a team...
Quikzit headed for the food. Wondering again why Crossfire always mentioned his well hung Greek Friend every time he tried to chat a girl up, and why he'd always suggest that "the three of them get together".

"Humans make about as much sense as hatchlings."

OOC  Then I'll have green for my scaly skin.

The team moved about the floor like tourists, moving from one spot to the next without waiting to see the results of their action or words. Crossfire had the thought that his Greek friend Heraclitus might berate them for this if he were there with them, despite his nearly endless patience and adaptability.

Crossfire was not rebuffed from the woman he spoke to, who had only given him a quizzical look. Though he initially felt like he'd blown his chances with his talk of hairy clitorises, a second thought reminded him that he didn't get slapped or spit on, as usual. This was a good sign.

Though Quiksit was confused about the conversational capacity of her teammate, he (she at the moment) was never disappointed with the communication that machines had to offer. Whether or not they had  much to say, at least they made some sort of sense. When the model 9145XRT responded, Quiksit was not disappointed with the response, only the amount of information given.

It was a little odd to see a woman blatantly speaking to a mechanical waiter however, which earned her an obvious glance from the nearest security guard. But the guard had lost interest upon seeing the asian woman approach and begin talking to her. After Vibro was done speaking to Quiksit, she caught up with Crossfire, began talking and moved toward the buffet. As they made their way across the floor, Vibro surveyed the room and noticed one of the floaters marching in her direction from behind them, very indiscrete  about his intended target. When she caught his eye, he called out to her.

"Miss, excuse me Miss! Hold on just a sec." The guard's voice was higher and softer than expected for someone of his size. He had his hand out palm up, gesturing for her to stop as he approached Vibro and Crossfire. Some of the other guards offered some lazy attention toward them, but didn't move from their stations.

OOC -Perception success for Vibro, caught the guard, but he was already approaching.
The robot did have a response, but it's in a PL to just Quiksit as nobody else would hear it. By the way, Quiksit has a skill roll to speaking to machines to make sure he can understand them, just roll it and include it when you do talk to them. Also, if you're trying to get information out of them, especially game affecting or some pertinent info, you'll need to roll an influence check, just like if you were trying to persuade a person. They have just as much opportunity to dislike you as anyone else. I've skipped this as you've moved on anyway.
If you're using power points with your powers, make sure you keep track of it. There's a scratchpad up by the Dice Roller that you can use.
Speaking of keeping track of things, when we start the real game, I'll ask you to keep track of your successful skills, as you can only progress the skills you use. With power points though, I'll come up with a table for combat situations so that I can see the remaining points and other info. We'll get that though.

From here, before you post, you can do any skill checks and rolls to gauge your reaction or what you should do. For example, Insight would be a good one to roll as this guard approaches to see if you can read what his intentions might be. Or if you're trying to bluff or lie, I might make you roll an influence check.

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Some of the food on the tables looked pleasantly rotted, and some looked like it hadn't been cooked right through which was a nice surprise.  Quikzit began to graze while scanning the room for threats and action.

Somewhat unnerved by Crossfire making a 'kissy' mouth at him, Quikzit tried to look anywhere else.

One of Quikzit's 4 hands slipped into the pouch on his utility sash, and slipped the safety catch off his laser rifle.  Something told Quikzit that the floor would be awash with blood shortly... Crossfire was not known for his tolerance of a mystery and tended to solve them with gun-play. Perhaps Crossfire's current infatuation would help keep him safe in the hail of bullets that was likely to come soon.
This message was last edited by the player at 09:30, Fri 17 Aug 2012.

OOC - Quikzit or Quiksit? I'm very confused.DarkGreen is mine BTW, how about Aqua, suits the colour of your eyes :-)

Sorry for bouncing around, but I wasn't waiting for a response, so I moved on. Other stuff is filler, to burn time on the bus.

Seeing the guard, Vibro stopped. "You go on Honey, I'll catch you later." she said as she casually waved Crossfire on. Turning back to the approaching guard, "Yes?" she questioned politely.

Hopefully, he didn't see me spit that food out, that would just be embarrassing.

Crossfire began browsing the buffet (to kill time till the target arrived), keeping a critical eye on quality. After all there's no sense eating anything less savory than bugs - no point risking food poisoning.

I do hope Crossfire remembers we are on some sort of rescue mission and doesn't walk up to our client stick, that silenced pistol of his below the guys jaw and paint the ceiling with the guys parietal lobe.

OOC Before the mission, and taking his time about it Quiksit has made Crossfire a silenced pistol in the shape of a mobile phone device...  it has been tested previously and shouldn't be too complex.

Both Quiksit and Vibro saw the guard coming from a distance, so both had the chance to assess his motives before he reached them. He looked agitated and aggressive, but not particularly hostile. A closer look at his hand revealed a crumpled up napkin in his grip.

After Vibro turned to greet the guard, he was up to her in few steps. He held the crumpled napkin out in front of him, chewed food still inside, some dripping onto his palm. He snorted out an overtly annoyed sigh. "Ma'am, the plants are not depositories for your trash. I would appreciate if you could make a better effort next time." His voice was louder than it needed to be, and he stayed there waiting for Vibro to take the rubbish. Though he'd only come a few paces to greet her, a drop of sweat beaded down his forehead, and his hand shook ever so slightly. Vibro's ears could pick up the fast pace of his heart as well the furtive looks.

As the other two rounded the doors into the buffet, they could see very little food. It seemed the room was cut short by a quickly erected wall with cheap doors to the other side. It was louder in there. More music, more voices. In this part of the room, there was nothing to see but dried out, badly cooked (or uncooked) food in the service island in the center of the room. It seemed noone had delivered a new dish for hours, and by the look of the flies around, perhaps longer.

OOC - no power points for you Quiksit, you don't have to worry about it. Successful rolls for everyone. Nobody to really see in the buffet room, so no undercover guards. Mobile phone gun is fine, but it may be restricted to one shot.

Crossfire figured he couldn't blend in with the crowd at the buffet once he worked out no-one in their right mind would eat this stuff, so he started looking for places to get out of sight.

OOC are there some curtains he can stand amongst to better blend in with the blackground.

"Are you ok sir?" Vibro asked, looking concernedly at the guard. "Please, come sit down. You don't look well at all." Vibro offered a nearby chair to the guard.

"Let me take that, and get you a glass of water." Taking a tissue out of her handbag, Vibro took the food scrap from the guard, careful not to touch the noxious contents of the napkin and walked it quickly over to the nearest bin.

If I can keep enough of them occupied in here, hopefully the two numbnuts can find our 'friend' in the buffet and work out what's going on.

Vibro called to get the attention of another of the obvious bouncers. "Hey, excuse me sir, could you get your friend some water over here" pointing to the sweating guard. "I'm not sure what's wrong with him, does he have a heart condition?"

OOC I think I'd rather a mobile phone gun that shot 4 or 5 shots but didn't work as a mobile phone... but Crossfire can identify whether he wants a working phone or not....

Quiksit indulged heartily in the uncooked fly struck food while he waited for the target he had been told was going to be coming into the room shortly.

While nobody in particular was watching him, but still desperately hoping Crossfire noticed, he gradually morphed into a somewhat fat security guard.  In the uniform of the casino guards, but wearing the face of a guard that he had used often before so that Vibro and Crossfire were likely to recognise him.
Please don't mobile phone me Crossfire.

OOC - I'd like to say it would be fun being a fly on the wall watching a pretty lady in a blue dress gorging on fetid food, flies and all, but for obvious reasons.

What's up with these fat slobby security guards, why are they so tense?

Crossfire thought quickly and changed his plan about hiding. He figured with all the commotion  (and attention this direction) one of the hero trio had better stay in the open to meet Blackfriar. He decided to stand around looking dumbstruck at what was going on with the security guard.

OOC Crossfire made an easy stealth check when he entered the casino to conceal a real gun. Do you really think he'd use a single (or multiple) shot small caliber pop gun ala James Bond style if he could avoid it.

As an attractive woman in blue gorged happily on the buffet, the guards began to gather around Vibro and the sweaty security guard. The attention seemed to be diverted enough so that Quiksit felt comfortable with the change. It was subtle, the morphing process altering the appearance in a way that if one blinked, they would have missed it, more due to absurdity rather than the speed of the process. As the new security guard grabbed one last handful of what could have been a roast (hard to tell with the vegetation on top), he considered that maybe it wasn't just people that might have noticed the change. The food was so delicious, Quiksit barely noticed the wolf-whistles beyond the large double swinging doors.

Crossfire turned around in time to see his companion seat a security guard, sweaty and flush. No doubt he tried the food. His appearance of dumbfoundedness was overlooked as the attention of the room shifted to his teammate. A few tables kept rolling, hardly distracted by the event, however all but the door guard moved over to check on their associate, three in total. As they moved in, the sweaty guard shook his head at Vibro ever so slightly, his eyes wide. "Chip," was all he managed out before the others arrived.

"Ed, you okay?" As the other guards arrived, one offered water to the seated guard which he took down in two gulps. He began to wave them away immediately. "Ma'am, we'll take it from here, thanks," another one was saying. While Vibro was listening to all of this, she noticed her 'boyfriend' lingering outside of the buffet, his mouth open looking like he was trying to catch some of the flies like Quiksit.

OOC- You don't need a color for your thoughts, just italics. Mobile phone, either way - 1 shot with working phone, or 6 shots with a dummy phone. But Crossfire is correct, he made a successful conceal roll. To answer your question Crossfire, there were no curtains, but there were some holograms running words across the wall, announcing the MMA fights beginning in 30 minutes, with the saying "Better than a kick in the nuts!" And there are big swing-doors into the next room that Quiksit noticed as well.

"Ed is it? Well I hope you are feeling better soon, Ed. Maybe stay away from the hamburgers and fries, not good for you. All that fat and salt, well its just a heart attack waiting to happen."

Leaving the gaggle of guards to attend to the sick and dieing, Vibro made straight for the ladies toilets, remarking in disgust to noone in particular about washing sweat off her hands, and there not being enough perfume in the world to cover the smell.

OOC Was it this room we were supposed to wait in?  The guy was coming to the buffet wasn't he?

OOC Roll on 5 minutes.
This message was last edited by the player at 16:33, Tue 21 Aug 2012.

What is that smell?  God damn, scrub the bowl after use!
This message was last edited by the player at 13:10, Wed 22 Aug 2012.

Loitering loitering loitering waiting for Blackfriar trying to be inconspicuous now.

And wondering what a chip is, a gambling chip maybe or a microchip.

As Quiksit wondered why the other two hadn't tried to pull him away from the food yet, he noticed that Crossfire was moving around aimlessly, and Vibro had still not emerged from the toilets. Then a blaring noise emerged from behind him. Both he and Crossfire looked to find that the source was the opening of the cheap swinging doors. A drunken man was ejected by a man in a dark coat. From behind him, a wrinkled native american in an expensive suit and cowboy hat moved up to watch the drunkard stumble away, cursing unintelligibly. The native american had feathers tied to his hair, coming from under his hat that hung down to his bolo tie.

Behind each of them, the mixed sounds of hooting, whistling, laughing, dishes breaking, and Divinyls "I Touch Myself" blared in time with the flashing lights. It was something that Crossfire knew well.

The old Indian looked past the man at the guard standing by the buffet food table, and his brow furrowed.



Vibro tried to ignore the smell of the toilets as she examined her prize.


OOC - Be careful of metagaming here. Vibro knows about the chip, but there's no indication that Crossfire or Quiksit heard the guard mention it. Though Crossfire was relatively close and paying attention, I would suggest a perception check to have heard it.

This message was last edited by the GM at 06:32, Thu 23 Aug 2012.

Hey chief, if that's what those feathers mean, this buffet sucks, you trying to drive away the customers? And what's with all the security, I know it's a casino but I've never seen one before with more security than punters. I reckon you need to put me on the payroll too to help you manage this place better.

OCC  Do I recognise Mr Enormous Name, the guy we are here to rescue?

OCC I have no problem with you rolling things for me as the GM where it will enable me to act.... as it is I can't do anything till I know what I know... so to speak...

Quiksit smiled at the new comers as one hand hit the send button on a blank SMS to Vibro. If her neural circuits are in working order she'll understand a vacant SMS.

OOC - Post 15 or 16 or thereabouts, Vibro did whisper to quiksit about being in the buffet

God I hope I don't die here in this stench pit

'Feeling' the vibration of her Samsung Galaxy Macro XL on silent in her handbag, Vibro retrieved the mobile and looked to see. A message from Qicksit, no, to be more specific a not message from Quiksit?

wtf
This message was last edited by the player at 09:49, Fri 24 Aug 2012.

OOC  ;-)  ROFLMAO

Here's a suggestion. If I ask for a roll in my post, you can give me the results in the our current PM. Then I can give you a result which you can post in your next post how your character would interpret it. Would that work better?

OOC Forget it... it was just permission NOT to ask for a roll when you want one made, but to make it at that time instead of asking for the question... but it obviously isn't the way it is done.
This message was last edited by the player at 13:26, Fri 24 Aug 2012.

OOC Waiting waiting waiting, did I say something 2 days ago by any chance or did I accidentally put it in italics to indicate it was only a thought?

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?
This message was last edited by the GM at 21:55, Tue 28 Aug 2012.

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.
This message was last edited by the GM at 05:36, Mon 27 Aug 2012.

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.
This message was last edited by the player at 10:31, Tue 28 Aug 2012.

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!

OOC: I'm here waiting on my opponents reaction... I assume our GM is busy with work and family stuff...

OOC: Vibro, does your wife know you have been posting the content of your bedside draw on the net?

Hit Locations  (AP/HP) 1-2   Right Leg  / 7 3-4   Left Leg   / 7 5-6   Tail          /4 7-9   Abdomen  / 8 10-12 Chest     / 9 13-15 Rt Arm   / 6 16-18 Lt Arm   / 6 19-20 Head     / 7 Armour SR Penalty:

Combat Actions: Total: 3 (+1 Def) Remaining: 3  (+1 Def)

Strike Rank: +16 Strike rank 6 +16 = 22

Power Points Total: 0 Remaining: 0

Combat Skills: Evade: 38% Unarmed: 44% Weapon (Laser Rifle): 69% Weapon (Energy): 64% Resilience: 60% Persistence: 26% Throw: 28%

Damage Modifier: 1d4(STR) & 1d6(claw/teeth)

Hero Points: 6

Ongoing effects: Regenerate 1/minute. Prehensile Tail

Other modifiers: Currently looks like unfit overweight security guard

This message was last edited by the player at 11:40, Wed 05 Sept 2012.

OOC: Mine didn't keep the nice formatting... apparently I missed the OOC chat need to post this.. you might be in the same boat Crossfire.

In reply to Quiksit (msg # 73):

OOC - Nah, I saw it at your place on Friday and took a picture. Couldn't believe they made them that small :-)

OOC - OK Quiksit, you're off the hook

Crossfire's cheeks quivered at the sight of Barry thrusting the rubberized pleasure pole forward, then back, forward then back.

Oh baby, come to papa

A trickle of saliva began to form in the corner of his mouth, and as a lump became plainly visible, his hips started thrusting in time with Barry.

Proving I can copy and paste but no idea what the data means, perhaps I'll edit mine into it soon.

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     / 6 Armour SR Penalty:

Combat Actions: Total: 3 (x) Remaining: 3

Strike Rank: +14 Strike rank 16

Power Points Total: xx Remaining: x

Combat Skills: Evade: 36% Unarmed: 43% Weapon: 69% Manipulation: 41% Projection: xx% Skill: xx% Martial Arts: ss% Throw: xx %

Damage Modifier: 1d4

Hero Points: 6

Ongoing effects:

Other modifiers:

This message was last edited by the player at 07:24, Wed 05 Sept 2012.

OOC - Oh no fair, it was just about to get interesting ... but welcome back CrossDude, nice to see you again :-)

Squaring off with the security guard shrouded lizard, Barry suddenly appeared more capable than at first glance. His movements were smooth and deliberate in the couple of steps he took toward his target, loosening his shoulders as he approached. He spared a glance for Crossfire's approach to the old Chief, but his commitment resided with his taunting aggressor, which Vibro finally noticed was her teammate. That didn't stop Barry from touching his ear and stating, "Code Red, Buffet."

Shoemowetochawcawewahcatowe, shaken by the turn of events, stammered at first, and after a tediously hesitant moment spit out in a desperate hush, "My family. They've got my family!" And then louder, "Please come with me to a safer location, people." He was motioning to Vibro and Crossfire to enter the New Buffet.

OOC- I have Vibro's Strike Rank, but Quiksit and Crossfire need to roll theirs and add it to the battle box. Then I can say who goes first. Barry has a 16, which makes Vibro first, and Quiksit will beat him by default. Remember movement is 8 meters per round, no matter how many CA's you have.

Oh no you don't Barry

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: 47

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)

This message was last edited by the player at 23:41, Tue 04 Sept 2012.

Crossfire moved in the direction Blackfrier indicated while drawing his Dealer of Death (Colt 38 Super "Dia De Los Muertos")


This message was last edited by the GM at 08:58, Wed 05 Sept 2012.

The fat security guard was a cover that Quiksit knew well, and it came very naturally to him to make the blubber beneath the food stained shirt bounce a little and ripple just enough to be credible. And the food crumbs on the chin rounded out the disguise perfectly.

OOC: Strike rank added 22

Barry raising his hand to activate his throat mike was a fool move, as it took one hand out of contention for any block move he might have made to Quiksit's face slash. Vaguely through the red haze of testosterone poisoning Quiksit was aware of the mike and smiled knowing that if his face slash hit with the power he had intended it would probably tear aware much of the mike from Barry's head and that the torn wires and flesh would likely slow Barry throughout the rest of the fight as they jangled round his neck in a red pulpy mess.

OOC- Quiksit is at the top of the round. We're in round 1 basically. Use your first CA to do what you want; attack, defend, move, use a power, etc.
So this is how it works:

Write what you're trying to do without a result. Quiksit has done a face slash in this case. Step 1. While you're at it, you might as well roll me an Unarmed check, followed by a d20 roll for location. You can also include your damage if you like. Quiksit, your damage would be unarmed 1d3 + STR/SIZ damage 1d4 + claw 1d6.

Then you can include all these rolls with your attack in a Private Line to me. In this case, just go do your rolls, copy and paste them openly (this time) in your last post #85.

Even if you're rolls are great, it does not guarantee you a successful hit. Barry will be rolling against you.

Vibro, the roll you want to use is projection. One target at this level I believe.

Quiksit, your base skill check is in your power. You can check it on your character sheet.

After Quiksit delivers his rolls, I'll post a proper result.

OOC: Back in post 67 I rolled a 32% vs his 44%.

OOC: I was making a called shot 'rip your motherfuking face off'... so I assume there is a system for that... probably a more difficult roll... but if you like I rolled an 8 on my location roll which isn't a rip your motherfucking face off and sounds a lot more like a slash your motherfucking wrist roll.
I rolled a total of 8 on the dice for my damage (I don't think that gets modified by anything)

The big fat guard's bravery and speed shocked Barry, that the guard moved from fat and lazy to lightning fast so instantly. Even the type of blow was a shock, instead of a lumbering punch a quick slap motion. Big, fat sweaty men like that were supposed to tremble in fear before Barry's asserting macho abuse, but this guard behaved more like a wolf than a sheep.

For his part Quiksit reveled in the raw honesty of his claws. His plan was to sticked them into Barry's skin in his ear and cheek and then pull a large chunk of meat away.  Somewhere in him his civilised self called to him, Don't stick it in your mouth, not here..

Just copying and pasting makes it easier for me. As below.

23:09, Wed 05 Sept: Quiksit rolled 2 using 1d6. Even more damage.
23:09, Wed 05 Sept: Quiksit rolled 3 using 1d4. More damage.
23:08, Wed 05 Sept: Quiksit rolled 3 using 1d3. Damage .
23:05, Wed 05 Sept: Quiksit rolled 8 using 1d20. Location roll.
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:46, Fri 07 Sept 2012.

I didn't take projection, as my energy projection (sound) for damage is touch only and you said I needed manipulation for this. But I'm not using Energy projection to damage, but energy control (sound) which is not damaging, but can increase, decrease volume, mimic sounds etc. I threw in ultrasonic hearing to be able to detect and control all frequencies, rather than just audible sound. This is what I thought manipulation might be useful for. Simplest thing for me would be to silence Barry using sound control. I'll roll and you can determine if its needed and how best to handle it.

23:31, Today: Vibro rolled 21 using 1d100. random roll to be determined by gm.
This message was last edited by the player at 11:09, Thu 06 Sept 2012.

OOC Testing to see if my character pic comes up..

OOC:   A bit small....
This message was last edited by the player at 09:50, Thu 06 Sept 2012.

Before the message was actually sent via the small earpiece Barry was wearing, Vibro pinpointed the frequencies and put up an invisible barrier, tuned in to that same frequency; the frequency moving the speed of sound, her power moving the speed of thought. It would be close, but if she got it up in time, they might avoid any further attention by Barry's ilk.

Just when Barry showed nothing but angry determination at doing physical harm to the slovenly man hissing at him, he was taken off guard with the fierce lunge. It was quick and ferocious, and not at all expected by Barry.

As the claw raked toward his face, Barry stumbled back in shock, Quiksit's slash missing by less than an inch. However his belly was now exposed, and Quiksit used the follow through to open him up like a bag of Kibble. Barry's insides spilled out in much the same way, ripped open from chest to waist. Barry's eyes went wide as he looked between his opponent and his own spilling guts, only realizing too late what he was really dealing with. Bits of Barry still clung to Quiksit's fingers and face, and Barry tried touching his ear again while slumping to his knees, gurgling "Code...Re-"

As Barry dropped lifelessly to the floor, Crossfire's urge to move into the other room was taken quickly by the Blackwolf, who moved away in shock and horror over the sheer ferocity of that slovenly guard. He might think twice about firing him now.


OOC- So the only reason I really wanted a roll for the sound block was because you were pinpointing a small location, but I realized it would work as an area affect as well. There doesn't seem to be a roll for this except either projection or throw. Telekinesis uses throw, but since we hadn't discussed this earlier, it would have been unfair for me to make you roll that.

10:17, Today: Heraclitus rolled 97 using 1d100. Barry parry. (52).  This was my roll for Barry to parry Quiksit's attack. He failed horribly. Now, called shots aren't the norm in this game. I think they incur a -40% or something. Anyway, the location roll tells you where you hit if you do. You can write a reason for the attack going there, like "Quiksit wanted to see Barry's insides to see if it looked anything like the buffet, these soft fleshy creatures so easy open." Or I'll do what I did and make up a reason for why it hit where it did. Keep in mind that if you roll some form of crit, you get a combat maneuver, one of which is choose location. You'll find the CM's (combat maneuvers) in the RQ2 under Combat. Gives you a list of things to do. You would also get a CM if Barry were to have fumbled, and you had a normal success.

Crossfire, you've successfully moved into the next room.

OOC: what level of incapacitated is Barry?  Is he slipping from consciousness already as his guts spill on the floor?

OOC: On the assumption that Barry is now an ex-Barry:
Quiksit, somewhat shocked by the turn of events, and almost embarrassed by his own blood rage, tried to look nonchalant and casually reached down and snagged the throat mike and headset for himself.
Nothing like this had happened on Sol 4 before.  Nobody had suddenly turned on him and gone all alpha-male for no reason... inwardly, Quiksit decided not to use this security guard form again... clearly it was to outwardly appealing and drove other human males into jealous rages.

OOC: If the guard is still struggling Quiksit still enraged rips out its throat... then does the above... 62% rolled vs 44% unarmed skill.
This message was last edited by the player at 09:46, Fri 07 Sept 2012.

OOC - Good opportunity to see what combo of skills and powers are needed.

Vibro watched intently, looking to see if her attempts to silence Barry were successfully. The savagery of Quiksit's assault, took Vibro by surprise. She had seen people die before, a number at her own hands, but none as gruesome and sudden as this. Vibro knew she was more than a little responsible, had she not provoked Barry to confront the guard, he would likely still be alive.
Trying to shake off the guilt, Vibro looked around, how could the situation be recovered? Damn, how was I to know the guard was Quiksit? It was just supposed to distract Barry for a few secs.

Vibro spared a quick glance at Crossfire as he passed through the doors. Why isn't he closing them? Did I really slap him that hard?

Turning back to Quiksit who seemed to be paying a lot of attention to Barry's twitching corpse. Is he going to eat him?, Vibro collected her thoughts.

That was quick enough, maybe we can rescue this.

In a tone, more desperate than she probably intended, and looking around for somewhere to hide a body, Quiksit, can you make yourself look like Barry?
This message was last edited by the player at 11:17, Fri 07 Sept 2012.

What Vibro really couldn't understand about Quiksit looking at the body was that Quiksit's left finger seemed to be emitting a steady stream of liquid over Barry's body.
Had she been really concentrating through Quiksit's disguise she would have seen him staring angrily and pointing his lower left index finger at Barry while a constant flow of liquid poured forth as Quiksit marked his kill.
OOC:  I've learnt something from Steve..

When Quiksit did look up from Barry's cooling body, and as his face was revealed Vibro knew her words were not required for Quiksit's face was already in the process of changing.

Vibro's momentary look of relief at the site of Quiksit morphing into Barry, was quickly replaced by one of disgust as she realised what Quiksit was doing.

He better not piss on the ear piece and mike

Where to stash the body?  I could put it in the dessert  section and cover it with a tablecloth.

Quiksit after recovering the mike and putting it on hefted the defunct Barry and placed him amongst the plastic sludge that passed for chocolate mouse, and then proceeded to put three table cloths over the body.
When a large blood stain appeared he put a fruit salad bowl on top.

Crossfire looked around the new buffet to be sure they were alone before turning to Blackfriar and saying "So Blackwolf, now that we're away from prying ears what can we do to help, who's holding your family, why and where?"

Hey Quiksit, maybe I should take the earpiece and mike.

Then hauntingly in Barry's own voice I may need to talk though that thing.

Vibro had only heard Barry say a few sentences but she was pretty sure she had the tone, resonance, and fuck you I'm in charge attitude just right.


As Vibro turned to see what the old man was up to, she commented almost as an after thought, and with more than a little sarcasm, Oh, and nice job with the body, no one will suspect a thing.

There was now a new disgusting aroma in the buffet, and even multiple sheets wouldn't be able to hide that for long. Of course, that extra smell didn't happen until Quiksit performed an ancient lizard ceremony with Barry's slowly dying body. Luckily, only a drop hit the earpiece.

Vibro's immitation of Barry was so close that Quiksit almost felt the need to tear her intestines out. And to Vibro, Barry was up and alive again, albeit lizard controlled now. Between the two of them, they made a hopefully passable Barry. And so far, since nobody had come into the buffet, they had no need to try.

As Vibro and Quiksit dealt with the Barry body dilema, Crossfire and the Blackwolf had succesfully moved into the New Buffet, the large doors swinging shut behind them.

It looked nothing like a buffet except for the bright neon sign over the bar that said 'the BUFFET'. They were alone, apart from the multitude of men sitting or standing around various pole adorned stages. Upon the stages, women were performing to the music, dropping what little clothes they had a piece at a time. There were also a few bouncers, topless waitresses, bartenders, and robots, all spread out around the BUFFET. There were quite a few tables and the walls were lined with closed booths, each numbered, 30 in total.

The old man was eyeing Crossfire incredulously.

"Put that away, Boy, before you get us both killed." He indicated the gun in Crossfire's hand. He looked around quickly and breathed a heavy sigh. Moving with Crossfire at a slow walk, the Blackwolf spoke through a large fake grin, waving his hand at one girl or another.

"You must be Denver's friend. We don't have much time, they can't see me with anyone for too long or they'll suspect something. He calls himself Glorfindel. I know, sounds like a cunt, right? He is. He's holding my family at our home, but always has them under watch. If I do anything to go against him, he'll have them killed. But he needs me for some reason. Never shows himself, so maybe he needs me to keep this place going. You need to get to him, and the only way to do that is to get into the high stakes poker game or the MMA fight. Those are the only things he shows up to. He also has more boys like Barry. About 8 in total."

Over the PA system, the next dancer, Pink Star was announced: Everyone take a look at Pink Star. Joe checked his watch and stepped away from Crossfire. As he left he added, "You must succeed. Use the chip. And watch out for cameras. Good luck."

OOC- Quiksit roll a disguise check. Vibro a tongues check. Doors are closed and Crossfire has moved into the next room. No visitors in the old buffet just yet. Sorry for the delay btw. Just wanted to make sure Crossfire had a chance to contribute before I moved you on.
This message was last edited by the GM at 14:57, Sun 09 Sept 2012.

"What do you mean by the word usage "never shows himself"?"
Quiksit was attempting to do a Barry voice never realizing he had given it much too much Southern twang. He fondly imagined that he had impressed Vibro with the effort.
"Where does he dwell when he is "Never showing himself"?"

I imagine Crossfire is already planning his MMA 'name'.... and on the topic of name what kind of freak name was 'Glorfindel'? On his home world there was a small lamprey like fish that survived by cleaning the excreta from the back passage of a large whale like carnivore... that was called a Gloropidoe... it sounded like one of those. What could be a lower name to take?

QuikBarry wandered off following the guy with the exceedingly long name and trying to look Barry.

OOC: Of course I let Vibro have the mic... Sounds like there are 7 more of them I can get anyway...

OOC: I rolled a 47 on my disguise check which is a fail on the 40 you told me I have... but I will point out that if it is visually off then my mates will have already said "Quiksit you're missing a nostril and your eyes aren't lined up.".  I imagine the fail is more in the voice and my Barry swagger is off.
This message was last edited by the player at 07:00, Mon 10 Sept 2012.

OOC- I had envisioned Quiksit and Vibro were still on the other side of the door when Crossfire went through with Joe Name-too-long-to-write.

OOC: QuikBarry is pretty sure that to maintain his disguise he had best hang with Chief Buttermyballmynameistoolongtofitonmynametagandihaveanitchynose, therefore if they leave the room he is hurrying after pretty quick... if they left it straight away though then you are correct he couldn't have heard that or been there but he will be in shortly.  I know the hidden body is not the best job but at this stage Quikbarry thinks we will all be heading for the door fairly shortly.
This message was last edited by the player at 05:42, Wed 09 Oct 2013.

Crossfire thought to himself, odd little man, his family is held hostage and he doesn't want us to race home and blow the goons away, instead suggesting I join a game of poker. Something smells like a set-up here.

Vibro took a last look around the room.  She knew that the body wasn't going to stay hidden for too long, but there were no better alternatives she could see.  The nasty blood and gastrointestinal juice stain on the carpet and putrid smell didn't help matters in any case, and unless an industrial cleaning crew came through they weren't going away in a hurry.

So with a resigned sigh, Vibro took the ear piece and mike from Quiksit, cleaned away the earwax and spent a few seconds placing them carefully in situ before following Quiksit through the door into the strip club thinking to herself Have to check with the old indian where the security control room is.  Don't want any incriminating evidence left.  Hmmmm, Wonder if Quiksit can get that from a robot waiter?

Hey Barry, do you reckon you can get one of those robot things to tell us where the secuity control room is?

Eyeing QuikBarry quizzically, the Blackwolf kept walking away without another word until he got to the bar, where he exchanged a few words with the bartender.

The full experience was on the team as they stood in the BUFFET, an all-you-can-eat (with your eyes) skin-fest with thumping music. The party atmosphere continued, most of the attention on the girls on the stages. Pink Star was the main attraction, and she was living up to her name.

It didn't matter if it was men or women, the female staff made sure to address everyone at one point or another; the topless waitresses approaching to get an order, the strippers making their rounds and smiling sultrily at the new entrants. However to QuikBarry one of the girls brushed a hand over his chest with a smile and whispered, "Pig. I know where you were last night." She offered him eye daggers and a nipple twist, and then walked off to smile at someone else. Had Quiksit actually had a nipple there, it may have been painful. Instead it was only confusing. The bouncers merely acknowledged him with a glance and a nod, their focus on the crowd.

Otherwise, there was very little attention paid to Vibro and Crossfire, until one of the bouncers did a doubletake at Crossfire. Crossfire traced the bouncers widening eyes to his his own gun, still out, the bouncer reacting by drawing his weapon and fingering his ear. Vibro heard him call for backup.
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Not again


Grateful she had just donned her own earpiece and microphone, Vibro knew exactly where to concentrate her efforts as she created a small barrier around the bouncer's mike, preventing his words from reaching the receiver.


Confident in her ability, but nonetheless nervous, Vibro listened for the bouncer's distress call to come through her earpiece, hoping for silence, a sure sign she had hit her mark, but prepared to react if she had not.

Vibro planned her next move carefully, knowing she would have to act quickly and move her barrier to around the bouncer's earpiece, thus preventing her next words from reaching his ear. As she prepared to activate her own mike and mimic the voice she feared she was about to hear through her earpiece, Vibro formed the words on her lips. Stand down, just some punk gettin' lippy
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QuikBarry made a hurried move towards the panicked guard and said "He is one of us. Undercover."
The after a slight pause "Fuck nose".
That seemed to be how Barry talked.

Then he turned on his heal to return to Blackwolf Whycan'yijustbecalledtwodogsfuckinglikemycousin. Hoping that the quick move seemed assertive.

Fuck nose always seemed the most quizzical of human epithets, after all, his species of course did.
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The bouncer hadn't seemed to notice that no sound made it through to the receiver in his earpiece. Before he could move to do anything else, or even notice that the bouncer only 15 meters away hadn't made a move, the bouncer stopped to talk to his boss. He seemed puzzled as he turned to face QuikBarry, but only for a second. After looking at him directly, the bouncer's eyes bulged and he made a squeaky sound. Utterly bewildered, the bouncer flinched away and inhaled sharply, holding one hand up to his mouth and the other pointing shakily at QuikBarry.

"Barry!?" The bouncer blurted it out through his fingers. "Wha- how- Holy fuck, have you always been...been...eghh?" The question was aided by a hand wave indicating all of QuikBarry. The bouncer was clearly flustered, face flush and a vein protruding from his forehead. He still had a white-knuckled grip on his gun, which now that Crossfire had a look at, was a fully loaded taser.

Crossfire cursing his earlier flippant de-holstering addressed the error by subtly returning his .45 to its home under his left armpit.

23:01, Today: Crossfire rolled 34 using 1d100. stealthy holster return.

Vibro's initial thrill of success as she heard nothing but silence through her ear piece was quickly replaced by desperation as she witnessed the exchange between Quiksit and the bouncer. Caught in two minds as to whether to maintain her sound barrier around the microphone or broaden the area to prevent the bouncer's panicked ramblings from alarming either the patrons or the other security personnel, Vibro hesitated momentarily as The Bloodhound Gang started playing over the speakers.

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn,
Burn motherfucker burn.

How is Pink Star going to dance to that? Vibro wondered as another possibility started to form, and the blaring music continued.

Vibro glanced towards the ceiling to where the fire alarms would normally be. Rough enough should be good enough, I doubt anyone here has heard the fire alarm anyway, and immediately the familiar WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP of a fire alarm filled the room as The Bloodhound Gang seemingly stopped playing.

That should hopefully cause enough chaos to distract the bouncers for a few seconds at least.


Remembering the 'lady' in the bathroom, Vibro clutched her bag tightly, preparing to ride the wave of patrons as they  evacuated the buffet, clear of the imagined fire and most importantly, away from the taser wielding bouncer. In this crowd, Vibro knew there would be any number of opportunistic thieves more than happy to take advantage of the chaos.
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Crossfire moved over to Vibro

"He said the boss is called Glorfindel and there are about 8 goons like Barry."

"They've got Blackwolf's family hostage at Blackwolfs house."

"Want to try and draw Glorfindel into the open using that microphone so I can kill him?"

"I'm going to ride this crowd out into the carpark, that'll give me the chance to get my machinegun out of my car."

Some random thoughts washed over QuikBarry's mind.
Who the hell sings songs about fires in ceiling spaces... that's a total killer... might as well be singing about babies in cradles falling out of trees.
Humans :-(

8 more goons like Barry... well not yet like Barry, but one thing for certain we are going to need a bigger buffet.

If the song about burning those who procreate with their own mothers wasn't bad enough before, they have now put a fire siren in it which is sort of funny but down right annoying and why is it going on so long.  People were always kind of pleased when it turned out that somebody on his world was a motherfucker.  They didn't do much in the way of family bonding... the word spawning was much more accurate... so in the rare circumstances where somebody did discover who their actual mother was and then go nasal with her then it was kind of 'hey how cool is this'.  Apparently two headed human babes were viewed as a problem. Mutations in his own species were viewed as a blessing, either they led to improvements in the species or they led to lunch, either of which where pleasant outcomes..... ummmm lunch.....

OH FUCKNOSE SAW ME...

QuikBarry turned back to Fucknose
"Shhhh I keep it a secret."
"Very secret"
Then he showed his claws.

And then he continued his walk back to Black Wolf MyfamilyistrappedinaburningceilingcavityandiwanttoplaycardsorMMA who was staring up at a speaker on the ceiling from which the hooting was clearly emerging forcing QuikBarry to finally understand that the song wasn't to blame.
"I should walk you to a safe but secure location for the duration of the fire.  Lead me to the security staton."
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 11:58, Sat 15 Sept 2012.

Then he hastily added "Indicate to me anyone who is one of Glorfindel's <suppressed snigger> men."
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OOC - we are going to need a bigger buffet .... lmfao

Blackwolf ivegotathingforhairyclitori looked around uneasily. The old man wasn't used to shapechanging security personnel, nor to live action disembowlings, and was clearly rattled by the QuikBarry's close proximity.

Feeling a panic attack coming on, Blackwolf fumbled in his pocket clumsily for his medication, spilling the contents over the floor. Amongst the various objects was a small ziplock pouch filled with a white powder. Spying his "medication", Wolfie tore open the plastic bag, raising it to his face and inhaled deeply.

Seemingly content he had measured the correct dose, the wolfcub smiled at no one in particular, straightened his aging limbs and strode casually towards the nearest vacated pole whilst shedding layers of clothing in a disturbingly practised manner.

When Vibro's alarm started, the crowd cheered. It was obvious that they believed it to be part of the show. But when the dancers all turned and bounced right off of the stages, most of the audience clued in and rushed the doors in a mad panick. A few of the more intoxicated patrons took a little longer to understand, but eventually decided to follow the rest at a hasty hobble.

The three other bouncers had immediately begun to usher out as many of the people as possible, one racing to aid the girls' departures. They seemed to have their hands full trying to bring order to the chaos that only a drunken crowd and synthetic alarm could produce. And much of it was pushing right past the team by the door.

One bouncer was even more unnerved than the crowd, and he was the first out of the door screaming that his life wasn't worth this shit.

Meanwhile, Joe looked around, confused by the activity. When QuikBarry had come up to talk to him, he hesitated before answering, his voice raised over the alarm just enough to be heard by QuikBarry.

"What's happening? This is not my fire alarm." And then, as if he finally understood, he quickly looked around again and headed behind the bar toward a door on the other side. He spoke as he walked, looking back to make sure that the others were following. "You won't have to worry about that now. You've all really fucked this up. Denver said you were good, but you seem like amateurs to me. Now we'll probably all get killed, and my casino will go up in flames."

Once through the door, the team found themselves in a large kitchen, but there were no chefs cooking. Joe rounded on the team in a huff. "Why didn't you just use the damn chip? I go through the trouble to get one to you, which was nearly impossible, and all you do is cause chaos and risk everything! The cameras will already have noticed something's wrong, and setting off an alarm might only make Glorfindel go into hiding, the coward that he is.  Hopefully, all they'll see is this fake Barry getting me out of the BUFFET. Which means that we should have a few minutes here before they expect Barry to report in. But you don't sound a thing like him. If he doesn't check in, they'll send more men to get me and probably give the order to kill one of my family. What the hell is your plan?"

The plan is to get your family to safety arsehole, then we tackle this Glorfindel turkey - or scare him off you. Who cares either way as long as he's gone from your business and your family is safe.

So what say you tell us your home address chump and we'll head round there and save them.
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"Chip? Can I talk to the chip?"

The wailing of the fire alarm stopped abruptly as Vibro followed the group into the abandoned kitchen and the Bloodhound Gang returned to their political commentary.

At the mention of the chip, Vibro fished through her bag and retrieved the napkin covered object she had struggled with earlier. Unwrapping it, she flipped it over and took a last incredulous glance before shrugging her shoulders and handing it to QuikBarry.

"Here, knock yourself out."

Vibro turned to the Chief, "How'd you know to get us the chip anyway?", but was seemingly distracted before a response was given, as she listened to the voices in her earpiece.

"They'll be here in less than 2 minutes. That body won't remain hidden for long. Let's not wait around."

Then, holding up a hand calling for silence before she activated her microphone and spoke in a now familiar tone "Baggage secure. Buffet clear. Some punk messing with the speaker system. I'll rip his fucking guts out if I find him and serve him up with the rest of the refuse."


As she deactivated her mike, Vibro turned her attention back to the group. "So where to?"

QuikBarry quickly proceeded to commune with the chip, after a moment of focusing his into machine code he began asking it the appropriate questions to find out what information it held.
"Hello I am Quiksit, do you hold any interesting data that you'd like to share with me?"

OOC: Or if you prefer he plugged it into his handy dandy port-a-computer... but I prefer him communing with it...
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"If it were that easy, don't you think I would have sent a hit out to my house in the first place?" The Blackwolf looked deflated on the answer to Crossfire, concern etched by every crease in his face. "It's too big of a risk. If something were to go wrong, they would kill them for sure. That, and this tutorial is only based on happenings inside this casino. Get to Glorfindel. It's the only way."

Turning to Vibro, the old man took a breath and tried to relax as he said, "The chip... I gave instructions to a loyal guard to get it to a man that looked exactly like Matt Damon, Denver's description, or possibly any person that looked to be associated with him. I think it's safe to say that his girlfriend is as good as any associate. You don't look that much like Matt Damon close up, you know, but close enough for my man to find you, I suppose." From Crossfire, he turned to back to Vibro and QuikBarry. "That's some neat tricks you guys have. I hope you have enough up your sleeve to take Glorfindel."

He stopped abruptly, looking quizzically at QuikBarry talking to the chip. "What, uh...nevermind."

While Joe was talking, Vibro's receiver went silent for a few seconds, and then finally another voice came on. "Barry what's your poz?"

Turning to Vibro, QuikBarry said, "Did this chip come with some kind of docking station? it is encoded."

Then turning back to Blackwolf Iwishihadrememberedtoputmypantsonthismorning
"Souldn't I be taking you to the security station?"

"Nope, didn't come with a docking station, but it did come with a picture and description ..."

Vibro addressed the group, trying to convey a sense of urgency.

"Look, the chit chat is nice and all, but they'll be back in here looking in a minute. Might be a good idea to be someone other than Barry before they arrive, that body won't take long to discover, despite your ingenuity in hiding it. I say you take Old Man River here to the security control room if you can, and we'll head to the high stakes poker game and see if we can lure Glorfindel out. Denver better grab the chip, I guess we just flash it to gain entry? I'm guessing this headset won't be much use once they've discovered it missing, but ill be listening in anyway, if you can get onto the system and want to contact us....discretely"

Distracted again by her ear piece, a worrying look came over Vibro and she once again activated her mike. "In the buffet, the old man is in the crapper."


Vibro once again turned her attention to the group, and singling out imgonnadiealonelyoldmancozmyfamilyaredoomed. "Right, time to move. Is there another exit?"

Crossfire took the chip from QuickBary's outstretched pink pudgy appearing hand making a real good effort to show chiefsomeGMsarerealanalifyoudontspellitoutforem that he'd done so. He then moved through the door into the casino proper making a b-line for the high rollers area while adjusting his suit.

He couldn't resist muttering to himself as he went. Lucky a mid priced off-the-shelf black suit passes for what high rollers wear in Hicksville.

"Where's he going?" The Blackwolf went to Vibro. "Your boyfriend just went in the wrong direction. The chip is a key. Didn't you notice the number on it? Use it on the coinciding private room in the BUFFET.  That's your entry into the games." After giving an unsure glance toward QuikBarry, he sighed and spoke again to Vibro. "That boyfriend of yours is a bit of a hothead. But I guess Denver wouldn't have asked him for help if he wasn't capable. I hope, for all of us, this is true. Good luck. See you on the other side."

Joe moved over to another door, motioning for QuikBarry to come with him. "Security room is this way."

"Copy that," was the reply in the earpiece.

QuikBarry strolled laconically along slightly behind Blackwolf Myfamilyaredoomedtodieinahailoffriendlyfire as they approached the Security Room.  His plan was to dump him there. Say something like "Who the fuck set off the alarm. I'm going to leave Blackwolf here and take a break. I'm jack of this shit tonight. Some bitch it a blue dress keeps giving me daggers... you would think I'd fucked her girlfriend. Which is true enough." and then leave without waiting for any response whatsoever.
I don't think I'll call anyone a Fucknose.

It seemed a credible plan to QuikBarry. He was itching to change form... but what?
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Sparing a slightly worried glance towards QuikBarry as he headed through the door with no visible sign of changing appearance, Vibro decided it was best to trust to the judgement of her teammate and concentrate on her own task at hand.

Vibro called after CrossFire in a volume barely audible to anyone else, but directed in a manner to be uncomfortably loud for CrossFire. "You're going the wrong way numbnut, high stakes game is this way.", and she started to head in the direction of Private Room 27 in the BUFFET.  Moving quickly so as to not be in the Buffet when the goons arrived.

Crossfire, ever the pragmatist followed the new directions, moving slowly to allow Vibro to catch him up.

It was a short and uneventful walk through the halls to the security room. As they approached, the Blackwolf cautioned QuikBarry.

"Listen, there's usually a few people monitoring the casino from here. One of them is Glorfindel's man, who oversees the security, but there are about 3 others this time of night. They're just computer jockeys. You'll have to think of something fast, because I haven't been allowed in here since the takeover. He'll be wondering what I'm doing. Now go ahead, I'll be right behind you."

---

On the other side of the building, Vibro and Crossfire reached the door to Private Room 27. Opening the door, they found a small room with a semicircle leather couch that lined the mirrored walls. In the centre was a small polished steel table, perfectly round on top and cylindrical down to the shag carpeted floor. Within the centre of that table was a small hole, about the size of a pole...or a chip.

Crossfire looked around the room taking a subtle look to study what was behind the mirrors using his super vision X ray - but not appearing to dally conspicuously.


Crossfire inserted the chip then approached the couch and settled in for the wait to see what happened.

To cover any awkward silence and appear cavalier he said in conversational tones "So hon, how much do you feel like winning tonight?"
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Vibro watched Crossfire stake out the room with some interest. She assumed he was using his abilities to see through objects, rather than simply staring at himself in the various mirrors.  After all, how vain could one person be? It intrigued her to see how others looked when using the special abilities, and often wondered how she appeared. Was there some obvious sign? Did she bite her bottom lip, or frown when concentrating on various sounds?

Vibro had taped herself on more than one occassion, to see if she had a "tell", but as she knew what she was doing, it was impossible for her to tell. Hung Kwan Jang-Nim, her mentor, was really the only person she had felt comfortable talking to about abilities, but the topic of body language hadn't ever come up.

After a few seconds, Vibro realised Cossfire was talking to her, and not to his reflection as he often did whenever he passed a shiny surface.

"Tonight? I'm feeling really lucky."

QuikBarry turned to Blackwolf Highlystressedbecausemyfamilyaredependentonlackwits and asked very formally, "Why did you not pass on this data when I first proposed to take you to the Security Room.  Is there a more logical location where I would take you if I needed a break?"

To the left and the right, Crossfire looked right through the mirrors to the other booths, both identical to the one he and Vibro had just stepped into. Both empty. Directly opposite the door, however, was a hallway beyond that mirror, with one ceiling mounted camera set up toward the booth.

Only a few short beeps after the chip was inserted, an holographic emerged from it. The image was the profile of an Indian with a rather large feathered headdress. Only the lips moved as it spoke in the manner of a gameshow host, the words appearing just underneath.

"CONGRATULATIONS! Lucky winner, you have won the opportunity of a lifetime! With this key, you have secured a seat in the High Roller suites.

You may choose between one of two options: MMA Championships or Craps. In either option, you may choose to either bet from 'the sidelines', or 'the hands on' approach.

If you choose 'the sidelines', you may bet, but you cannot progress to the next level. If you lose, you're out.

If you choose 'hands on', and you win, you may proceed on to the ULTIMATE HIGH STAKES POKER CHALLENGE, against World Record Poker Champion Glorfin Del! This is the opportunity of a lifetime. You could go home with MILLIONS in winnings. Also, if you lose in either MMA or Craps, you have the opportunity to redeem yourself in the other game. One second chance. However, if you pick 'the sidelines', no second chances. You will have to be lucky lucky lucky.

Please pick now."

Two options appeared as adjacent boxes in front of the face, one with MMA and the other with CRAPS.

---

"We've got the break room, or we can go in here, but you'll need a good excuse. Maybe we're understaffed tonight since nobody seemed to notice that you ripped a hole in Barry in the Buffet. Then again, nobody ever eats there either."

Hesitating at the door, Joe seemed to consider something. "Maybe you can drop me here for now. I'm not due to go to the slots for another 15 minutes. But Barry is usually with me. At least in here, you can get another talkie."

Crossfire felt depressed that Blackwolf Nowweareallfuckedcausethegamegotchanged was wrong about it being a card game not a dice game, however he pulled himself together and prepared to press the button once he looked again at that button to be sure it said CRAPS not CARDS.

As Crossfire reached forward, Vibro grabbed his wrist. "Are you sure honey? You know how unlucky you are with dice."

Releasing her grip, Vibro smiled sweetly. "Good luck."

we're going to need it
This message was last edited by the player at 10:50, Fri 21 Sept 2012.

OOC - So just to be sure, did we continue to push the CRAPS button?

OOC - I believe so

You know Hon, I hope you don't mind me getting all bruised but I think you're right.

Crossfire reached toward the MMA button muttering damn, wish it was a game of skill like poker not friggin dice.

its not the bruising I'm worried about, its getting choked out or submitted that is most likely

"That's my brave man. But don't forget this is no street brawl"

Crossfire followed through to hit the button, the MMA button.

The MMA box lit up upon the touch, sounding off an echoing M M AAaaa. Along with the chip, the image disappeared into the table. From that same spot, a pole similar to the ones on the other side of the door rose to the ceiling. When it reached its pinnacle, the table sunk to floor level and the whole room shook slightly. The voice came again, this time asking for everyone to be seated while you were transferred to your destination. Seconds later, the room shifted and descended, leaving behind the mirrors on the wall and replacing them with metal and concrete.

The ride was short, ending in the same way it started. The voice came on one more time.

"Please evacuate the elevator now through the door. Good luck."

On the other side of the door, Crossfire could see a lobby filled with well dressed people, all standing around and drinking and talking.

Crossfire moved purposefully toward the bar and ordered Give me a stubbie of that (insert imported Belgian beer name here) Beer thanks buddie or whatever was the least inferior beverage this Hicksville joint stocked that he was pointing at.

He looked around the room as opportunity presented itself.

19:55, Today: Crossfire rolled 9 using 1d100. visual inspection of his surrounds.
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Vibro kept pace with Crossfire as he moved to the bar, but wished she hadn't as she watched him make an arse of himself ordering a beer. Smiling apologetically to the barman, Vibro briefly made eye contact. Bar staff are often a great source of info, won't hurt to be friendly.

"Darling, I'll have a Moët."

Lingering just a moment, Vibro turned away from the bar, following Crossfire's gaze around the room, although she was more interested in what she heard than what she saw.

As they received their drinks, the "couple" took in the environment. Like they were in a different place altogether, everything was to a higher standard. Apart from a couple of people, everyone's dress marked the elegance that almost seemed to repudiate the very event they came to take part in. Crossfire's eyes sorted through a sea of Versace, Armani, Luis Vuitton and Christian Dior to see the security scattered, all lined up against the wall to appear like part of the furniture. Two at a quick count. Though they were still, they gave they held the quiet presence of one who misses little. There were various small tables and comfortable looking armchairs spread throughout, some occupied. Various waiting staff moved through the small crowd, taking orders and delivering drinks. However, they were also handing out small forms with pens.

One of the underdressed occupants was obviously built well, with a nose that looked as though it had been broken on more than one occasion. The other two were a couple, carrying on like there was no one else in the room. At the end of the bar was a glass shielded counter that the waiting staff went to with the cards they received from their customers.



Above the quieter ambient music, Vibro listened to the varying conversations. Most were talking about the upcoming fight or the previous fights. Some were discussing the amounts they were betting on the fighters, in some cases in the millions. She heard the waiting staff ask for a card to check accounts before their bets were placed. One man in particular seemed to go on quite a bit about Diablo, stating that he hadn't lost a fight since he started, and it usually became a bloodbath when he was in there, living up to his name. While The Hammer was big and strong, liking to break bones and pound the hell out of his opponents, he tired easily and was less likely to win, unless Diablo really fucked up. The opinions varied from person to person, but more were in favor of Diablo.

One of the waiting staff approached the two, offering them the card that Crossfire had seen handed to the other bettors. It was simple, giving names of the next fighters and space for the amount to bet, with a space for the bettor name at the bottom.

Vibro took the betting slip from the waiter and glanced at it casually, commenting about how close a match it would be, before resuming her scan of the conversations, hoping to gain some clue as to the process for entering the competition.

The underdressed pugilist looked like he might also be there for the sport rather than the betting. Vibro decided it would be worth paying extra attention to him, although concious of not appearing to do so.

Hon, just write "Hands On" for me will ya. I don't fancy having to choose which of those two animals is going to tear the other apart. Much easier to just bet on myself, but Christ I hope they've got an easier opponent lined up for me.

From his aggressive stance to every scratch and scar on him, Vibro could tell that the casual man with the broken nose was indeed a seasoned fighter. Her background in martial arts made it easy to spot someone with training, albeit his was unlikely the classical sort. Many of the visible injuries were old, likely to be from his youth, which pointed to hard lessons on the street. Possibly in his low 30's, the more recent scarring hinted at more recent bouts, and either he was largely unsuccessful or just very indefensive with his style. Streetfighting often was.

Though it was hard to tell whether he was a contender tonight or not, he was anxious about something. Prominent veins and the clenching of his fists every now and then displayed an underlying stress.

Nobody talked to the man, and he refused any offers of drinks, though he eyed the glasses longingly as they passed him. Most of the time, he stared at the wall screen, and then paced around the room. She could hear his heavy breathing from her place by the bar, slightly rattled on bigger intakes.

At one point he looked around the room, right past Vibro and Crossfire. Almost like his mind was somewhere else entirely.

A somewhat inebriated man in a tuxedo sidled up to Vibro with two mamosas. He was above average height and relatively good looking for a white male, in his early 50's by the dash of grey on the sides of his hair. Giving her a large smile with teeth too white to be natural, he offered out his second glass to her.

"Alo Lovely. I've not seen you in this neck before." At first she hadn't noticed, and then it hit Vibro that the second sentence was in Chinese. The first sounded British, by the greeting. He continued in Chinese. "Really, what are doing with that scrap of man? I have room in my private box. Why not come with me and forget about him. You're far too delicate a creature for uncivilized rabble like him."

what a creep

Vibro resisted the urge to reply in Cockney, "allo guvner", instead opting for a more traditional reply, also in Chinese."A well travelled man I see, and no doubt a very generous host."

Switching to English, and flashing a mischievous smile, Vibro turned to Crossfire. "Honey, this gentleman was just admiring your physique."

The proffered drink was left ignored.

QuikBarry pushed open the security office door and stepped in comfortably.

"I've got to shit".  He declared to nobody in particular as he picked up a head set.

"Look after Blackwolf for me. I might be a while.  Bad prawns."

Then he turned on his heels and left the room, not waiting for any response. Heading back towards the last toilets they had passed.

OOC - Please Note I resisted the temptation to comment about him inviting me into his private box, hoping to get into mine.

OOC too funny you two clowns, thanks for the belly laughs.

Chum is that your way of saying you'll be betting on me OR are you trying to get the pair of us in the sack. If it's the latter don't bother I only ride chicks.

Leaving behind a sea of befuddled faces, Quiksit managed to find the staff toilets empty with the exception of one of the staff from the main areas. Whistling, the man didn't even bother to look at QuikBarry, his attention solely on his aim into the urinal, wiggling his hips as if he were trying to write with his urine.

A fair amount of activity began to sound over the receiver as confirmation that there indeed was no fire or hazard in the BUFFET, and that they would begin to usher people back in. Another voice came on to say that there was an unusual stink and odd bloody looking cloth covering something in the old buffet that needed checking. Responding to that comment, a third voice requested for Barry to check it out after his shit.

The man next to Vibro was relatively tall and had a pleasant smile, despite the harsh white glare of his teeth, which didn't seem to falter as Vibro and Crossfire spoke to him. Picking his accent to easily be from the North of England, Vibro's educated guess placed him somewhere around the Yorkshire area, based on his use of a silent 'h' in the words beginning with the letter, and ending words with the 'ee' sound in 'eh' instead.

Without missing a beat he responded with moderate surprise to Crossfire first, in English.

"Oh, you'll be competing then. That explains it." He didn't elaborate. "My good man, you speak as elegantleh as you dress. I appreciate candor, especialleh when it suits. 'Ow about, since you'll be competehn, the luvleh here joins me in my own private box, and we can applaud you from there. And do tell, what sort of experience do you have? Should I be bettehn on you?"

Vibro was now convinced that the man not only was completely intoxicated, but was completely out to get under her dress. She watched him slowly sip at his drink, his eyes very engaged with the two of them.
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Vibro, not in the mood for small talk decided to ignore the obviously intoxicated lecher and sauntered over to the anxious looking man she had been observing prior to the unwanted attention of the English buffoon.

"Good evening.  Do you mind if I join you?" Not waiting for an answer, Vibro continued. "Are you here just to watch, or are you someone I should be watching out for?"

Crossfire nonchalantly moved over to him, appearing just like he was about to give him a conspiratorial whisper. Crossfire put his head in close to the pommie bastards, putting his left arm in a friendly way around his shoulders before saying Here let me show you letch

Crossfire aimed a right fist into the solar plexus.

21:46, Today: Crossfire rolled 17 using 1d20. Punch in the guts.

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     / 6 Armour SR Penalty:

Combat Actions: Total: 3 (x) Remaining: 3

Strike Rank: +14 Strike rank 31

Power Points Total: xx Remaining: x

Combat Skills: Evade: 36% Unarmed: 43% Weapon: 69% Manipulation: 41% Projection: xx% Skill: xx% Martial Arts: ss% Throw: xx %

Damage Modifier: 1d4

Hero Points: 6

Ongoing effects:

Other modifiers:

OOC - Way to go. Random acts of violence. I like it.

OOC:  Crossfire communicates very precisely.

QuikBarry mumbled into the mike "Yeah I'll check it.".

Then went into a cubicle to change into a total babe... with hair big enough to hide the throat mike.

Once the other guard had left the room QuikBabe emerged and quickly made her way back to the 'secret booth' to talk her way into the high rollers area.

QuikBabe wondered if  she would get lucky and there would be somebody else going in and she could simply tag along.

QuikBabe was beginning to puzzle at the economics of this casino that could run exclusive events like MMA and not have them open to the full public... and whether all this stuff had existed while Blackwolf Scratchingmyballswhileinthesecurityroom was still in charge or if it had been installed later.

I'll ask the machine in the booth how old it is, she decided to herself.

Expelling wind from both ends, the man with the big smile doubled over, losing both his smile and his drinks. He attempted to say something, but couldn't seem to find the air to do so. Somehow, he managed to stay on his feet, and even more interesting was that not one of the bouncers seemed to notice. The bartender did though. Covering an obvious smile, he found a few places on the bar that needed extra cleaning.

The pugilist turned to Vibro with a raised eyebrow. Up close, he was formidable, but she could here a slight rattle to his breathing. As he looked her over, he gave her a smile that would pass better as a grimace before answering, with a few missing teeth.

"You mean, should you bet on me? Yeah, I'm fightin'. You wanna win, you bet on me. Can't lose tonight."

---

Making his/her way to the BUFFET once again, QuikBabe found that people had begun to filter back in. The music had already started back up and a couple of waitresses were milling around with the few patrons that had returned. They only spared a glance for QuikBabe as he/she made his/her way to Private Booth 27. The mirrors on every wall enabled QuikBabe to check the new image, and wondered why anyone would consider someone with such a small nose beautiful. The very large one that he/she now wore was much better and entirely visible from any distance. Certainly it was much better for sex at the least.

Introductions were short, but the first question to the table was answered thoroughly.

Crossfire wandered over to the nearest empty table, pulled up a chair and took a long and relaxing pull on his beer.

He decided to sit around quietly observing the atmosphere without attracting unwanted attention to himself while he waited either for further instructions or some obvious way of entering the competition.

QuikBabe oblivious to her unsightly large nose continued to chat with the machine, "I know I am supposed to have a disk. I can describe what it looks like to you, but I've forgotten to bring mine.  I don't suppose you could activate for me anyway?"

Vibro raised an eyebrow at the cockiness of the fighter, and in a playful tone "Can't lose tonight huh? Your opponent not showing up then?"

Taking a sip of her champagne, Vibro examined the rattly breath with greater curiosity. She was no Medico, but it didn't take a genius to know that didn't sound healthy. Vibro looked the man over from head to toe, covering her real interest with an obviously feigned one, and added with a smile. "So, does this sure thing have a name, or do I just put on the betting slip,   the one that didn't forfeit?"


"Hey, I know. Maybe I'll enter and you can fight me. I reckon I can take you!" and giggling like a schoolgirl and trying hard not to spill  her champagne, whilst ducking and weaving like only an untrained, one armed boxer in high heels and a tight dress could, Vibro launched a playful jab with her free hand at Toothless Jim's shoulder.
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OOC: She is slick this Vibro girl.  Wouldn't mind sticking my finger up her nose.

OOC - You put a finger anywhere near my nose & I'll bite it off

The program began again, this time for Quiksit. He sat through the gameshow host voice and finally was presented with the same two options, MMA or CRAPS.

---

While Crossfire lounged in his chair by himself, he noticed the not so smiley limey stumble back over to some other like dressed people. Pointing a finger back at him, the man then, surprisingly, gave him another smile, wink, and thumbs up.
A female waiting staff member squatted right next to him with a small box. "Sir, before we enter you, we just need a quick test to check your fitness. If you don't mind..." Opening the box, she offered it up to Crossfire and motioned for him to place his finger inside.

Vibro couldn't exactly work out what was wrong with the broken nosed man, who watched her antics with mild amusement.

"Jimmy." He said without any enthusiasm. "But I used to be called Timex. And I never forfeit, Hunny." The name Timex triggered a memory within Vibro's mind. Years ago, Timex was a professional boxer turned MMA fighter. They called him Timex because he could 'take a lickin' but keep on kickin''. He hadn't won continually, but he was a crowd pleaser because of the beatings he was able to endure and how many rounds he would go. There probably wasn't a bone in his body that hadn't been broken at one time or another. Eventually he was disqualified from matches due to chemical enhancements, and shortly went broke afterwards. If she looked past the changes in his face, Vibro could see some of the man that was once a renowned fighter.

What, you want me to finger that? What do you want a blood sample for? You can't care about drug testing or you wou wouldn't have Timex or Brock on the card

While pointing at the box, Crossfire took a surreptitious look in the box with his Xray vision.
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Vibro stopped clowning aroud momentarily, and furrowing her brow as she recalled bits of distant memories, she asked "Oooo Timex, now there's a blast from the past.  Didn't you get into some sort of trouble?"

Then, resuming her playful antics, continued "So, who are you fighting tonight? Not demons from your past, I hope."

The girl next to Crossfire regarded him with some perplexity. "It's a standard scan, just to be sure you're not intentionally coming in here with an aneurysm or heart condition or something like that."

As Crossfire looked into the componentry of the box, he could tell that it was a standard issue blood analyser, similar to ones he'd seen in the military. It would either come up green if the blood was healthy, or red if not, and yellow if 'other'. Crossfire assumed it was more likely for pair matching than anything else.

"So my reputation still preceeds me," Timex said to Vibro. "Lady, lemme tell ya something. I don't care who you are, you always fight your damn demons, or you're runnin' from them. And they always catch up. But if I win tonight...at least I'll get one off my back, for a while anyway."

A voice came on over the loudspeaker then.

The match will begin shortly. Please make your way to the ring and take your seats. This event: The Hammer vs Diablo. All bets will need to be final now. Thank you.

QuikFlaredNostrilBabe (QuikFNB) pressed the MMA button knowing where to find her companions.  Unless, she briefly thought Vibro worked out that she could influence the dice with sound; but they are probably in MMA.

As the room opened up before her QuikFNB caught the end of the announcement about final bets and rushed over to bet on Diablo.  Placing a small cash bet at the machine provided.

She then headed for the bar to acquire rocket fuel. Human drinks were pretty weak and came in such small helping sizes.  "I'll have a triple shot of whiskey. No ice." She said to the pretty girl behind the bar. "Make it two." She said as an after thought.
The 6 shots of whiskey would have little effect on QuikFNB's dense lizard frame.
Shame it isn't a drinking competition.

Now to make eye contact with Vibro.

QuikFNB made some distinctive fluttery eye signals to Vibro, and a vague hand gesture that drew emphasis to her body and then seemed to flick away at the end.
And then because she wasn't sure the gestures were obvious she whispered "It's me." in a barely audiable whisper. Knowing that Vibro would hear it as clearly as if she had stood on a table and yelled while wiggling her penis finger in the air.

Vibro's attention was drawn towards the perfectly finger penis sized nose, but otherwise attractive lady at the bar who appeared to be performing a 1980's dance routine that Vibro recalled watching amongst the hours of music videos she had resorted to after exhausting all the audio books in the library when she was growing up.

Come on, vogue
Let your body go with the flow
You know you can do it

Somewhat bemused by the performance, Vibro was about to turn her attention back towards Harry Hasbeen when she picked up the distinctive reptilian whispered voice of Quiksit. It's me.

Suddenly it all made sense. Although Vibro wondered briefly why an alien race would bother memorizing long forgotten dance routines. She made a mental note to ask Quiksit whether he could also do the timewarp?

"Ahh, my friend has just arrived, she'd love to meet you. She's got a thing for noses.", and with a casual wave, Vibro beckoned QuikFNB to join them.

QuikFNB was surprised to be summoned over. Thinking that it was best to be separate entities in case something started going down.  But she sauntered over prepared to back Vibro's play.

"Why hello" she said in a slightly husky but still feminine voice.
OOC: Think Marianne Faithful after the years of drugs.

QuikFNB found herself thinking Who is this guy? Play it cool. Find out.

There you go miss, give that a ream. as Crossfire stuck his finger in the box that was so like the test he'd submitted to thousands of times before but had momentarily forgotten.

The surrounding people began to slowly meander through to the next room, a few trying to hand in their final bets. Most of the wait staff changed to ushering those people through.

With a smile and a thanks, the waitress noted both the green and the yellow light that lit up on the blood test kit, saying to Crossfire "Okay, we'll call you when you're number is up. Not many matches this morning, so you might even be up next.  What's your fight name?"

Timex ignored Vibro's comment and greeted QuikFNB with no more than a "Hey." His nose, to QuikFNB, gave the impression of needing quite a crooked finger if one were to try to make any decent use of it. Moving to join the small throng, he looked at the women said, "Uh, fight's startin'. You comin'?"

Vibro followed Timex into the adjoining room, grateful for the stimulating conversation. "Sure, wouldn't miss it."

Then turning to QuikFNB, Vibro commented by way of introduction. "Bessie-Sue, this is Jimmy, he used to be a fighter."

After a brief pause, Vibro touched Jimmy's elbow apologetically and quickly added. "Um, what I meant was Jimmy here used to be a professional fighter, Timex. He still fights, in fact he's fighting tonight. Isn't it exciting, we get to see a real legend of the sport in action."

QuikFNB smiled a sultry smile at Timex, "I wish you all the luck in the world. A well toned hombre like you should do very well provided you don't come up against one of those who plays on this illegal circuit just to play dirty and chalk up a few kills."

Then after a brief pause, "But I'm sure that won't happen to you."

Then after another pause, "These illegal circuits get so brutal."

Looking from Vibro to Timex QuikFNB enquired, "Shall we pass into the next chamber to watch this Diablo at work?"

Well if I might be next does that mean I could be fighting Timex over there, I reckon then I'll enter as "Citizen"

OOC so if I know the box, what does a green and a yellow light mean?

OOC: It means you are HIV positive.

"Citizen it is. And yes, that is a possibility. Thanks, and good luck." Closing the box, the waitress motioned toward the arena and then made her way back to the betting station.


After he slowly nodded, the two "ladies" left Timex with an odd look on his face and entered the next room, an almost circular arena. Similar to a spartan boxing arena, the ring itself was in the center, raised above floor level as normal, and octagonal with rows of seats surrounding it. Instead of ropes, there was a cage to the ceiling. There was also a balcony with standing room only. Any vantage point was accessible. There were ceiling mounted cameras both inside and out of the ring, with a large screen on opposite walls reviewing previous fights of the upcoming challengers. Vibro picked up on the PA system, all installed in logical places, while Quiksit noticed the dried blood splatter stains in and around the ring.

Eventually, Timex caught up with them and passed to take a seat in the front row. Most of the other people avoided the front row, probably for the reasons that Quiksit had already noticed. He looked back to see if they would join him.
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Crossfire walked through to the arena and joined Vibro.

Hey Hon, I've entered as Citizen.

He tried really hard not to stare at Quickbabes cleavage, no sense risking the reactions of his cover girlfriend who'd already shown a predilection for her cover having a hot tempered.

QuikFNB wandered down to sit next to Timex.  To wait and watch and see if she could get a glimpse of the mystery man.  Maybe Timex who was a regular would turn out to know him.

QuikFNB scanned the room for some sign of where the glitterati were most likely to sit.  Something like a high security area.
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"That's nice Hunny." Greeting her partner as a girlfriend would, Vibro followed up with hand on QuikFNB's shoulder.

"You remember our good friend Bessie-Sue." Switching her hand to gesture toward Timex, she continued. "And this is Jimmy. He goes by Timex though. He's a fighter too."

Looking somewhat uncomfortable, Timex nodded in greeting to Crossfire. "Hey." After considering him for a moment, he asked him, "So you're a fighter, huh? Don't remember seeing you in any circuit. You new?"

Other than the balcony, there was little else that QuikFNB could find that resembled a high security area. It appeared as though anyone entering here would be mingling with the rest.

The rest of the crowd wandered in and found their seats or standing positions, many still holding their drinks. The security team trailed in and closed the doors behind them. Music kicked up followed by announcements that the match would begin in two minutes. From another entry, an announcer and a referree emerged, talking and making their way to the ring.

QuikBessie-Sue sat quietly and watched expectantly.

Reaching over and shaking Timex's hand Crossfire said "Yep, green as new grass mate, the name's Citizen. Look they said it's a small card tonight so we may end up fightin, if we do it's nothin personal mate,I'm just in it for some quick cash"

"Aren't we all." It was the only reply before the match began.

After a rousing introduction from the announcer, the referee came in and said a few words to the challengers. The Hammer towered over Diablo by at least a foot, all brawn and a mean mug. However, Diablo simply looked at the big man with cold detachment, focused and intense. Then the bell rang and the ref backed off.

The first move was made by The Hammer. Quick for man his size, his lunge was like a train that kicked into top speed instantly, but it was dodged deftly by his opponent. Diablo kept his distance at first, feeling out his opponent and seemingly forming a strategy. Urged on by the crowd's cheers, The Hammer kept at the smaller man. And when the first beads of sweat began to sheen on him, Diablo made his move.

Slipping onto the big man's back, Diablo chomped down on The Hammer's lower neck and tore, sending blood splattering in all directions and The Hammer into a frenzied rage. Managing to cling on even after The Hammer flipped onto his back using Diablo as the break in the fall, the smaller man stayed attached, wrapping his arm around the massive neck and squeezing with everything he had. Somehow, The Hammer managed a grip on Diablo's foot. Wrenching hard, the distinct sound of a pop could be heard through the audio system, which was just enough to loosen the hold around his neck.

With a new advantage, The Hammer pulled on the arm to break the hold and slammed his head back into Diablo's. The smaller man tried to detach, but it was no good. The Hammer's grip was too strong. He ignored the elbow to the back of his head and heaved Diablo off of his back by the arm, hanging onto the wrist and slamming Diablo against the cage, then the floor. He almost looked like a ragdoll getting flung around, though clearly he was trying to roll with the hits.

The effort took its toll, and the large man finally lost his grip. Surprisingly Diablo kept the same look of calm detachment. Even with the injured foot, bloody nose and back, he rose to his knee and blocked a few punches and kicks thrown at him.

At this point, both men were hurting. Their attacks were labored and their blocks weaker. And just when it was starting to get dull, Diablo lashed out, hitting everything in front of him. His face had finally changed to fierce determination. With elbows, knees and headbutts, the onslaught drove The Hammer to the ground. True to his reputation, the blood flew with each contact, Diablo relentless in his attack. And though The Hammer had finally stopped any attempt at defense, the punishment didn't stop until the ref came in to call it. Diablo was the victor. Even as his hand was raised, he still didn't look like he could give a shit.

After the match, QuickBessie-Sue noticed a thin man wearing a cravat that stood watching with a smile on the other end of the room. There one moment, he had looked around the room and took it all in until a man that fit the same description of security guard said something. The cravat adorned man then left with him. There was something different about him to QuikBessie-Sue. Maybe it was the cravat.

With the match done, the crowd began to file back out to the main area. An announcement told the patrons not to go too far because the next match was in another 10 minutes, but to enjoy the drinks and place their bets until then.
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As soon as she noticed the man QuikBessie-Sue said "Check the man with a cravat at 2:15, doesn't he just look like he thinks he is made out of god's left over semen."
Hopefully it would just sound like crowd gazing to Timex, but hopefully Vibro and Crossfire would come to the same conclusion as him.
QuikBessie-Sue wondered if Vibro heard the conversation of the man even over the crowd.
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Yep fancy tie, either a nob or a boss, who cares - but I wouldn't be seen wearing one.

Despite his casual words Crossfire made some mental effort to memorize the features of the man presumed to be Glorfindel.
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QuikBessie-Sue Squealed with delight when Diablo won and prattled inanely to Timex about how much she had just won.

Attaching herself to QuikBessie-Sue's arm on the way out, Vibro chatted gleefully to her bestie while making sure her other partner was also in tow.

"Wow, that was so brutal. Did you get any blood on you? I'll have to check my dress." And then under her breath to her teammates she added, "Cravat-Man seems to be our guy. I heard them making plans for the poker game. He said it should be interesting."

Back to a louder voice. "Oh Hunny, I hope you don't end up like The Hammer. Timex, you don't bite do you?"

QuikBessie-Sue started to plan her change to Cravat-Dude in her mind. But that would come later.

For now she had winnings to collect.  While doing so she wondered idly to herself if it would be easy to collect the winning of other people... but she guessed that would involve pick pocketing their tickets or forging them.  Not that QuikBessie-Sue intended to do it. It was strictly idle speculation. QuikBessie-Sue was generally pretty law abiding... not withstanding Barry's torn corpse in the Dessert Bar.

"We should have a plan", QuikBessie-Sue said quietly to Vibro when returning with her winnings.

"It is my belief that there was some room in the dessert bar beside Barry where he could reside." She said making sure that Timex couldn't hear the discussion.
"I could certainly DO him."

Spoken really low so that only somebody with Vibro's hearing could make it out QuikBessie-Sue rasped out a lizard-like,"Perhaps given where he was in the room last time that might be a better place to sit for the next event. Perhaps a little power failure. Who would notice one more blood stain."
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"Nah. Don't need to." Timex seemed to be slightly less agitated than before. Eyeing Crossfire briefly, he excused himself to go to the betting station, ignoring QuikBessie-Sue altogether.

The man wearing the dark blue cravat had distinguishable features beyond his average height, however his slender frame and uplifted chin gave him a taller presence. With perfectly quaffed hair and a soft, angular face, he had delicate, almost feminine features. His skin was pale and unblemished, as if he wore make-up. And his baby-blue suit suggested he had his tailor as well as his own style. He was easily someone Crossfire could loathe, and now his image was etched in his brain.

Bessie-Sue, be a dear and place a bet on me for me will you. See what odds you can get for me as a rank beginner against a legend will you, here's $1,000 it's all I've got at the moment to bet.


Turning to Vibro, Hon, I'm going to have to dress down for my match up, there's a few personal items I'd hate to lose, would you come with me and grab them while I change

Noticing the cravat-man follow the suited man to the opposite wall, Crossfire watched them both quickly disappear behind a previously concealed exit. After that, he was too hard to see, even with his vision.

As Crossfire finished his request to the two "ladies", he turned to find a the same girl that waited on him prior to the match standing pleasantly and patiently behind him with the same type of beer he'd ordered before the match on her tray.

"Sir, if you wouldn't mind following me, I'll take you to the prep room." Looking at Vibro, she added, "She may come as well, until the match starts."

Crossfire stood up to follow the waitress and casually reached out for the beer saying Thanks for the beer, very thoughtful of you.
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After placing her bet on Crossfire with a $1,000 0f her own money, and another bet for Crossfire with a thousand of his, Quik-Bessie-Sue wandered over to the hidden portal and casually leaned against the wall, subtly placing her hand right above where she thought the mechanisms were most likely to be, while she used her other hand to make some rather un-lady like adjustments to her stockings...

Quietly she whispered in machine code "Hello security system. I thought I'd say hello because tucked away there behind that wall I bet not many people come to speak to you."
"I can imagine it gets lonely. My name is Bessie-Sue, what is yours?"
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Vibro gave Timex a casual smile as she left to follow Crossfire into the prep room. "Best of luck Jimmy."

Turning her attention back to her 'boyfriend' once they were alone, Vibro relieved Crossfire of his newly acquired drink and pulled him in close, teasingly brushing her lips close to his whilst with a lowered voice and in a whisper meant only for Crossfire's ears "This isn't going to be an easy fight, that guy is pumped full of who knows what. He'll have a stack of tricks up his sleeve, so don't think it will be a plain old fist fight either. Not sure of the cause, but he's got a real rattly breath, might be something you can work with ..." and louder for the benefit of anyone who may be listening in through surveilance equipment "Oh, I think you have had quite enough to drink tonight already honey, I know the alcohol helps numb the pain, but you gotta keep your wits about you."

You take all the fun out of life babe ... but you can blow some fun back into life after I win hey.

Here take this lot as he handed over the handgun and the rest of his gear.

He then donned the Captain America outfit he'd been provided with

"Gee I notice you open a door as your primary function, that is pretty awesome. How does that work, are you pass key activated or is there a code input somewhere?  I've been thinking of getting into the security business myself." QuikBessie-Sue pressed the security system for more.


QuikBessie-Sue was still chatting up the door as the last of the audience exited the arena. He was starting to feel like he was getting somewhere when he noticed the security guard at the door to the lounge, seeing to the evacuation of the patrons from the Arena. Though he hadn't noticed QuikBessie-Sue just yet, it was only a matter of time. And then it piped up again.


Before he had chance to respond, the door opened up to allow a custodian through, holding a large rag and a bucket. He spared only a glance at QuikBessie-Sue, lingering on the nose just a bit too long as he passed.

---

The changing rooms were nothing spectacular, but at least they had separate rooms for the challengers. Equipped with a bathroom and toilet, functional couch and a vanity with a chair, it was basic enough to suit anyone. It also had a locker in the corner with a 'set your own password' lock on the door. Above the door, a basic light stayed unlit with a digital counter next to it. It had a 5 on it. And apart from the ambient music from the one wall mounted speaker in the corner, it was fairly quiet.

As Crossfire finished dressing, he could see the full measure himself in the vanity. Red, white and blue, he was a sight to behold.  The outfight was tight, but not restrictive. A beergut would definately be difficult to hide with a suit like that. But besides the slight riding up in the crotch, it was comfortable.

QuikBessie-Sue glanced longingly at the hand of the custodian with a bucket and rag, and decided after a few moments that there was probably a less disruptive way of opening the door. There certainly was no easy way for QuikBessie-Sue to forge finger prints, though with a long study and a lot of care she could get reasonably close. But no opportunity for that seemed likely.
Then the bright light of logic came on... I bet Barry's got access.

And with that QuikBessie-Sue slipped into the ladies, only to emerge a few minutes later dressed like the waiting staff... He walked purposefully towards the exit, picking up a wine cooler bucket as he went. Yes this has the required dimensions.

Unless I can find a sharp knife along the way I'm going to have to dial my laser rifle right back to get Barry's 'access card'.
I hope nobody else is in the Buffet.

QuikWaiter headed for the Buffet.

Watching Captain America admiring himself in the mirror, it occurred to Vibro that the other fighters she had witnessed this morning had been in simple MMA sparring shorts. What's with the clown suit?

"Hey Bongo, get the feeling you're being pranked? Don't mean to burst your bubble Hon, I know how much you like the spandex and all, but you look more like a rodeo clown than a fighter."

Turning her attention back to the bundle of goodies her partner had given her, Vibro wondered what the fuck she was supposed to do with an ill-fitting, moderately expensive suit, a pair of size 9 cowboy boots Crossfire was all class and the anti aircraft gun he carried around as a side arm. Vibro wasn't a fan of guns, and didn't relish having to lug Crossfire's safety blanket around. How big does he think my hand bag is? It's not a fucking Tardis!

OOC you two fucking clowns that was too funny, thanks for the laugh.

MMA or WWF, it doesn't matter the captains cool snd I'm still going to wear it. I suppose you're right, they'll never let me take the shield into the ring. How about painkillers, you got any neurofen?

Crossfire headed for the arena, composing himself to hand out a big serve of smackdown.

Using the same method as before to get down, Quiksit talked his way back up to the new BUFFET. Exiting the same booth, he found his way through the reformed crowd to get to the old buffet, still as desolate as before. There was a new edition of a very red tablecloth over the serving island, dripping with blood and forming a decent sized puddle on the floor beneath. As luck would have it, Quiksit noticed that Barry's hand hung just beyond the cloth. Accessibility was easy. Accomplishing his task without notice from anyone in the gaming area or the cameras was the tricky part.

---

Once outside the door, Crossfire was greeted once again by the same waitress, who waited just a few meters away at the end of the hall.  Directing Vibro back to the arena area, she led Crossfire the opposite direction. Taking a couple of turns and moving down a sloped hall, he eventually stopped at a door at the same time as Timex and his escort. Timex acknowledged his competition with a simple nod, dressed in only a pair of traditional boxing shorts, red with a white stripe. Both of the waiting staff instructed their charges at the same time, seperately.

"Wait for that light above the door to go on, and then go through. Good luck." She smiled pleasantly and both of them departed.

Back in amongst the crowd of people awaiting the next fight to begin, Vibro scanned the faces for QuikBessie-Sue.

When her search pulled up a blank, Vibro frowned wondering what her reptillian friend was up to and contemplated trying to reach him via his ear piece, assuming he still had it on. Hope he's not getting himself in trouble.

Vibro looked around for her would-be-suitor, the drunk in the suit, hoping to avoid another clumsy chat-up attempt and decided she would find herself a quiet corner out of the way, and try to find the couple who had been overtly affectionate when they first arrived and see if she could hear if they were truely as they were so obviously attempting to seem.

OOC QuikRandomWaiter rolls a 40 on perception (vs skill of 67)


Glancing around and seeing nobody paying particular attention QuikRandomWaiter recovered another table cloth from a nearby table and spread it over the top of the red mess.  reached into the somewhat messy serving island QuikRandomWaiter used his powered down laser rifle to remove Barry's hand and slip it into the emptied wine cooler. Careful to have removed the ice so that the hand would stay warm.
Then he slipped a a napkin over the wine cooler and headed back towards the MMA room. Twitching his tail briefly as he happily mused that perhaps Barry was an organ donor and that he would be pleased to have his hand go on being useful.
QuikRandomWaiter stopping only briefly in the nearest gents to turn into a random punter he had seen in the games room earlier, while Barry's access card gently warmed beneath the hand drier.
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Being the only people in the place dressed like they were on holiday in Hawaii, it was easy for Vibro to pick the overtly affectionate couple out of the crowd. Between giggles and groping, they talked about a number of things, ranging from what they wanted to do to each other in the bedroom, to how much they were likely to win on this next match. An interesting part of the conversation was when Sugar-Baby asked Snookems if 2 million was too much of a bet to place on this Timex fellah, looking old and worn as he was. Snookems replied in a very low whisper into her neck that that was somebody else's problem, and if they lost, the department would just have to write a lot more tickets. And then he grabbed her ass and said loudly that he was feeling lucky tonight, to which Sugar-Baby squealed and giggled loudly. Everyone else around them seemed to be trying to ignore them and keep their distance, including Vibro's good friend from Yorkshire, who had become more elaborate with his pompous gestures and cast furtive looks to her every so often.

As the doors opened to the arena and the call for final bets sounded, it occurred to Vibro that Quiksit had been gone a while now. Not that she paid much attention to his bathroom breaks, but in a highly tense situation like this, one couldn't be too careful. The crowd began to shuffle in.

---

After successfully and hopefully discreetly acquiring a bloody five-fingered access pass, QuikRandomWaiter noted the time as he became QuikRandomPunter. Only 1 minute before the match would start and the doors to the arena closed. That left little time for the return trip considering he'd need to take the elevator down from the private room again, if the elevator was still being reasonable. Under the dryer, the blood on the severed hand was beginning to dry on top, but some of the blood remaining inside was slowly pooling underneath. There wasn't a huge amount left, and it started to look pale from the loss. Humans had such thin skin after all. It was only the weaker species in Quiksit's own race that had scales thin enough for the blood to color it. Before he left the bathroom, he took a quick look in the mirror to ensure the nose was big enough to be attractive.

---

Timex said nothing to Crossfire the whole time they waited in front of the doors to the arena. He just flexed his various muscles and rolled his shoulders, loosening up and readying himself. It occurred to Crossfire that, left alone like this, it was an opportunity for the challengers to goad each other or even start the match with dirty tricks, but otherwise left to the honor system only minutes before the match. Some blood stains on the floor suggested that there wasn't always a lot of honor in this system. In the silence, he thought he could hear a little of the rattly breath that Vibro was talking about. And then the sound of a crowd could be heard on the other side of the door, building slowly.

With a sideways glance at Crossfire, Timex pulled a headband from his pocket and placed it on his crown. It was red and white, like his shorts, but had a big red T in a white circle on the very front. And then the light above the door lit up. The doors opened automatically, and it was a straight walk through the stands to the ring. Timex began to strut out slowly, giving nothing to the crowd but a few nods and scowls.

OOC: QuikRandomPunter rolls a 37 against his 40% influence computers.


Knowing that he only had a few minutes before Crossfire was set to beat the cheese out of Timex, QuikRandomPunter spoke aloud to the elevator, "Hey elevator, nobody here has a heart condition, if you would like to fire yourself up for a bit and try the high speed setting that would be just fine."

On his way past a table QuikRandomPunter had snagged himself an empty bottle to sit on top of the flesh access card... still with the napkin wrapped over the bottle it made a handy disguise.

If anything did hit the fan QuikRandomPunter smiled knowing that there would at least be  added confusion and cover from the fact that there was a random punter out in the gaming area that he looked just the same as. He could imagine that guys face as the security guards filled him full of tasers.  But hopefully it wouldn't come to that.

With a bit of luck he would get in in time to see the match.

Otherwise he would consider using the flesh access card earlier than planned.

OOC: QuikRandomPunter rolled 31% vs 66 disguise
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Crossfire used the opportunity of the time in front of the door alone with Timex to have a decent look at Timex's chest using both his Xray and Supervision.

It was a long shot but he figured to himself there was a chance of a weakness there he could exploit.

OOC I was just killing time for it to roll onto initiative.

Vibro wondered briefly what the story was behind the two Love Birds. The comment about the department funding their bets brought back vague memories of a Bond movie she had seen, Casino Royale. She was more a fan of the later films in the Bond series, Bond 47 "Black Mambo" was her favourite, but she didn't mind the earlier films. If there is some form of law enforcement agency operation going on, this could get messy. Oughta keep my ears on these two.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the crowd started moving into the arena room. Vibro followed them, finding a seat that gave her a good line of sight to Glorfin Del's private box while still allowing her a view of the massacre and keep an ear on the Love Birds.

Wonder if QuikRandomActsOfViolence is in here somewhere?

OOC: ROFLAM... now I remember why I put up with the flatulence.

OOC: In my defence it has been a month and I've only killed one person.... lets face facts.. if you take that as a percentage of the people we have actually interacted with in the game it is reasonably low... From recollection there have been 10 or so interactions with NPC's so far and only 1 of them has died.  No worse that a Saturday night out.
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"Oh I can do better than that" the computer responded right before it moved. The familiar feeling of sub-gravity took QuikRandomPunter as the elevator dropped from beneath him in a free fall. It caught and slowed the descent to arrive safely at the bottom. The doors slid open and as QuikRandomPunter gathered his stomach to move out, the computer left him with, "Let's do that again! Only next time, UP."

He exited the elevator in just enough time to see the doors to the arena beginning to close.

---

Sitting a perfect earshot away from the Love Birds and eyeshot from the private boxes, Vibro watched the entry of the newest contenders. Next to Timex's simple boxing outfit, Crossfire looked even more ridiculous. However, it earned him a cheer unheard in the previous match. It was hard to tell whether it was genuine or mocking. But Crossfire took it all in stride, walking into the ring like it was just another day at the beach. If he was nervous or afraid in any way, Vibro was unable to tell.

As the announcer introduced the two fighters, Vibro noticed the same thin man in the cravat emerge, still accompanied by the same black-suited man. He maintained the same haughty smile on his pasty face as they made their way to his private box. The black-suited man pulled up a small brush and used it on the seat before the thin man sat. He seemed to pay attention to little else, but occasionally checked his phone. The man next to him remained standing, and neither spoke.

It was relatively easy to pay attention to everything, as the Love Birds said very little as they sat mostly to themselves, still giggling and groping as before. Until the thin man came to sit. Then Snookems whispered, "There he is again. Keep your eye on him and let me know when he uses his phone. I'll keep my eye on the other one." Vibro went to follow his line of sight across the room, but was impeded immediately by her Yorkshire friend standing right next to her. Paying attention to so many other things, she didn't even notice him approach. Still with a glass in his hand, he sat without permission and began to pester her.

"Alo again luvleh. Mind if I sit?" He flashed his bright whites again, completely at ease and wreaking of alcohol. "I thought to myself, now she shouldn' be 'lone when 'er man is down theh', abou' to gettis 'ead smashed in. And so, bein' the gentle man that I am, ah've come to keep you companeh. 'Ee does throw a mean kidneh punch tho'."

While Vibro had her senses bombarded, Crossfire was getting announced and then educated on the rules along with Timex, which were virtually nonexistent, except to try not to kill, try not to eye gouge, and try not to hit the goods. Points would be deducted, and likely the favor would likely only be returned by the opponent anyway. And away from the microphone he explained that the crowd enjoyed a show, but they loved surprises even more. He motioned quickly and subtly to the thin man in the private box, and then commenced the countdown.

All of it was what Crossfire expected, but the metal plates in Timex were not. The examination of his opponent before the doors had opened showed plates all over, attached to his bones. One large one in his head, a small one connecting his jaw, a few in the arms, some in the legs, a couple within the ribs, and one in his right hand. Some seemed necessary for previous injuries, but some were just illogical, unless you considered his use of them and his career. Beyond those plates and the muscles however, the organs did not look so well. In particular, the lungs. One lung seemed mostly fine, but was half filled with liquid. The other was smaller and barely moved as he took breaths. Around them, his ribs were weak, as if he was suffering from a bone disease of some sort. Apart from all of that, the rest of him seemed to be in great shape.

Just as the announcer declared FIGHT!, QuikRandomPunter slipped through the door.

OOC- Just a reminder, keep your OOC comments to the OOC thread unless specifically related to what the character is doing. Most of what you type in here that's not proper story text can be put into a private line to me (especially rolls). I'm not so vigilant in this thread, but when we start the real deal I'll be strict about it.
I'm gonna need a battle box for with a strike rank roll from you Crossfire. The fight is starting and we're revving up. Do what you need to do with thoughts or fighting stance or whatever, but don't try to kill the guy until we have a SR for you and Timex. When we have rolls, we fight. By the way, if you do not parry or evade, it's counted as a hit if he rolls under his unarmed attack.

Vibro and Quiksit can still do whatever during the fight, but timing will be a little off as Crossfire's slows down to a combat action by combat action scenario. Comments take next to no time, so you can say mostly what you like, as long as you don't go into complete monologue.

Trying hard to hide her revulsion, Vibro smiled charmingly at the intruder as she offered him her glass. "My Yorkshire Knight in shining armour. I have had this drink for a while, and well Moet is never at its best when it gets to room temperature, do be a dear and get me a nice cold one."

Regretful of the distraction, Vibro endeavoured to keep concentrating on the Love Birds, their shared interest in the Cravat man was something certainly worthy of her full attention. The last thing she needed was this drunken English fuck stain drooling all over her.

Where the fuck is that lizard.

Crossfire quickly formulated a plan. Metalman with only 1/4 of a functioning lung was clearly a power hitter with no endurance so he planned to drag the fight out.
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As the room darkens, QuikRandomPunter stood at the back and quietly transformed into QuikFNB, and then worked her way down the front of the room to sit in the vacant space beside Vibro.

"Can I borrow your handbag beautiful?" QuikFNB murmured quietly to Vibro.

Then almost as an afterthought, "Do you think the cravat is the boss, or do you think the seat wiping security guard is the boss under-cover?"

Then QuikFNB took a long hard look at the evil duo to evaluate what he could from their physique.
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Somehow, Yorkshire didn't take the hint. After taking the glass from Vibro, he placed his fingers over hers and held them there until she ripped them away. By that time, he was already leaning in quite close and Vibro lost all track of the conversation between Snookems and Sugar-Baby.  He was just beginning to say something else with breath like a distillery when QuikBessie-Sue returned and asked for Vibro's handbag. When she did, Yorkshire lazily turned to see the woman that interrupted him and flinched back, blinking as he stared at her.

"Good evening Madam. What a luvleh...uh...I know an excellent doctor that can help you with that."

QuikFNB also became incredibly overwhelmed by Yorkshire's presence. He really was hard to ignore, especially with such bright teeth.

---

Timex moved around the ring in small steps. His eyes just over his clenched fists never left Citizen's as he darted left and right. Both of the contenders seemed to be getting a feel for the other, neither making a move at first. Timex threw a few jabs to test Citizen's reactions, not actually committing or following through. Seeing no initiative from his opponent, Timex finally lunged forward with a massive right hook, swinging lightning fast.

OOC- Okay, Crossfire, I re-rolled your strike rank for you. It's a d10. You were still in the lead. Your post seemed like you were holding action, so Timex took the first CA. Now is when you post what you are trying to do, either parry or evade, give me your roll for that action, but don't assume the result. I'll give that to you after you write what your reaction to his right hook is. Make it as flashy as you want, include thoughts if you want, etc. Also, I have edited your battle box.

Crossfire aimed to dodge Timex's first attack with a vigorous leap left - and if the opportunity offered to hit back with a punch to Timex's right kidney while he dodged.

21:36, Today: Crossfire rolled 20 using 1d100. Unarmed combat (20 < 43 skill) dodging.

Vibro was repulsed by the over familiar gesture of the drunken Yorkie. At the appearance of her friend she slumped back in her chair, visibly relieved. "Bessie-Sue, what great timing. This *cough* gentleman was wondering where he left his dignity, I was about to suggest he looks in the buffet ..."

Stopped short of his maneuver in mid-leap, Citizen's head whipped to the side following the solid impact of Timex's fist, square in the left eye. Spit flew from Citizen's lips, possibly landing on some of the audience in the front row, but no blood emerged. Stumbling slightly, Citizen recovered quickly and noticed Timex's eyes go wide in confusion. It was a solid blow, and any normal person would have had their head ringing from that strong hook.

OOC- The rundown so far. Timex rolled a crit to hit. Crossfire's roll to evade (not unarmed, unless it's a parry), which was successful for his skill check, did not beat the crit. Therefore Timex has 2 levels of success, giving him one CM (combat maneuver), found on page 86 of RQ2. He picked Choose Location, and chose the head (this is the only way to get a called shot, as such). Then he rolled damage, 1d3 for punch, getting 1, and 1d6 for damage, getting 5, a total of 6. Not enough to get through Crossfire's armor. Note that Crossfire has an average amount of HP for his head. Any normal person would be rolling a resilience check to see if they aren't knocked the hell out or dead. Hence, Timex is surprised after witnessing a solid head shot barely phasing his opponent.

Address questions to this in the normal OOC.

As QuikFNB sat all 195 of her kilograms daintily in her seat, and wriggled back into her chair nice and firmly she wondered vaguely what the comment about a doctor was about... she was inquisitive, but not inquisitive enough to stop mushing the strange, soft little man into his chair.

"May I borrow your handbag for a moment fair damsel?" QuikFNB smiled at Vibro, while her chair gently struggled beneath her.

Crossfire was fairly happy with the outcome of the melee, Timex was burning oxygen all the time and he hadn't really taken too much damage himself.

He kept going with his dodge to the left figuring for Timex to keep balance to try for another blow he'd have to follow. It was a tactic planned to keep Timex moving to consume the limited oxygen dissolved in Timex's bloodstream and after that he'd be real sluggish as he tried to replenish it with his rattly breaths.

Becoming accustommed to, but nonetheless still somewhat confused by, QuikChaos' unpredictable actions, Vibro offered her handbag to her friend and resumed her surveilence. She noted in passing that Captain America in his clown suit was looking more and more like a rodeo clown baiting the bull.

...It wants public text to go with my private text.
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At first pleased by the affection shown by the new girl showing up, Yorkshire's elation was literally squashed along with his lap under the ample weight of QuikBessie-Sue. He groaned under the pressure as she wriggled down on top of him, moving like a squirmy child that couldn't sit still. Trying to talk, he turned pleadingly to Vibro, trying in vain to ignore him. But, between the scene right next to her and the one in the ring, her concentration was already well reserved. Her ears tried desperately to pick up on the lovebirds again, but couldn't go past the groans of both the Yorkshire man and the seat beneath him. QuikBessie-Sue had difficulty hiding the pleasure she derived from the man's discomfort. By the time the man had given up, barely breathing, QuikBessie-Sue had raised. At the same moment he drew a large breath, she had grabbed a clawful of hair and used it to try to pull the man out of his seat. She jerked too quickly and came up with a clump of hair instead. However, it was enough to dislodge him from his seat. Unphased by the outcome, QuikBessie-Sue continued the onslaught with a misplaced swing of her handbag.

But it was enough. Yorkshire, wholly indignant, scrambled away on his hands and knees, crying "Crazy Bitch!", then stumbled to his feet to look around in a daze. It drew attention from some of the nearest people, casting accusatory glances at the man, who was looking utterly humiliated. Meanwhile, Barry's 'access card' had sneakily made its way from QuikBessie-Sue's handbag to Vibro's.

---

Without much of a hesitation, Timex used his momentum to bring his left arm around in a wide haymaker. At a glance, it seemed to be headed for Citizen's right arm.
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Having completely lost the conversation with the Lovebirds, Vibro turned her attention to QuikMadAsAHatter.
"What were you saying about the cravat? You think its a fake?"

Momentarily overcome by her surroundings, Vibro called out. "Hey Captain twinkletoes, this isn't ballet lessons"

Crossfire continued his move to the left trying to get outside Timex's wild swing and draw Timex forward. The round seamed like it had gone on forever already or maybe that was just his ears ringing.

He thought to himself - Just another turn of this dodging then he should start to run out of gas. After that I can move in and nail the bastard

21:31, Today: Crossfire rolled 10 using 1d10. initiative.
21:33, Today: Crossfire rolled 87 using 1d100. evade.

Hit Locations  (AP/HP) 1-3   Right Leg  8/ 5 4-6   Left Leg   8/5 7-9   Abdomen  8/6 10-12 Chest     8/7 13-15 Rt Arm   8/ 4 16-18 Lt Arm   8/ 4 19-20 Head     8/ 6 Armour SR Penalty:

Combat Actions: Total: 3 Remaining: 3

Strike Rank: +14 Strike rank 24

Power Points Total: 41 Remaining: 41

Combat Skills: Evade: 36% Unarmed: 43% Weapon (Sniper Rifle): 89% Manipulation: 41% Knife: 39% Weapon (Colt 38): 69% Resilience: 32% Throw: 28 %

Damage Modifier: 1d4

Hero Points: 6

Ongoing effects: Armor, Regeneration, X-Ray Vision, Super Vision

Other modifiers:

]

Cheers and jeers rode the back of Vibro's words, hurled at the challengers loudly.

Again Citizen misjudged the accuracy of the seasoned fighter. Failing a full body dodge, he looked to be at the mercy of the more experienced man as he was forced even further away by a massive pounding to his shoulder. Wasting no time, he used the advantage this time to grab Citizen's extended arm and lock it in place, following through bodily and managing to pull his other arm around the neck of his opponent. Citizen quickly found himself in a vice-like grip, getting manhandled roughly around the ring like a ragdoll.

Timex's gruff voice was in Crossfire's ear. "Jesus Boy, at least try. You look like a training dummy."

OOC-No damage again, but you're in a grapple now, and he has the advantage. You can attempt to break free with an opposed unarmed skill roll. Otherwise, he owns you. So you're up to speed, he's used 2 CA's now, and you've used two. If you attempt to break free, you'll use your last CA for this round.

OOC What is Timex doing to Crossfire's ring with that ragdoll? This is worse than watching the alien sex channel back home.

QuikFNB hissed quietly, "Not saying... just suggestion we need to be sure he isn't fake."

Giggling, as though two friends were sharing a private joke, Vibro leant in closer to her friend and whispered. "The two lovebirds also have cravat under surveillance. Sounds like they're government agency, not sure which. I'll keep an ear open."

10:49, Today: Crossfire rolled 34 using 1d100. unarmed skill roll.

Crossfire struggled to remember what he'd seen of MMA fights and did his best to copy the classic strategy to get out of this hold.

I am trying to put on a show mate and aren't you supposed to be running out of air now with that lung of yours.

Unsure if it was the surprise of his words or the recall of escapes, Citizen managed to wriggle and pull free from with relative ease. However, Timex remained his shadow, poised for another strike. He made a wild swing and missed altogether.

"How the fuck-" For the first time, Crossfire saw some emotion in Timex's steely glare. "Aint you heard o' me Boy? I got miles before I'm done."

---

Sitting silently in his private box, the man with the cravat only managed to look on at the match with some small disappointment. Vibro managed only hear a small sigh escape.

Though it was still only seconds into the match, the calls for blood were hurled at the challengers from the audience, urging the men to kill each other.

Attempting to maintain focus on Cravat and seat wiper, Vibro concentrated on listening back in to the Lovebirds, whilst Crossfire appeared to be exchanging words with Timex. too much going on

Crossfire thought to himself what's going on with this guy and his lungs? Does one of those enhancements store oxygen? Since he's started talking I'll keep him going

I thought that was the old you and the new you was Mr Weezy.

Crossfire aimed a punch deep into Timex's most vulnerable ribs (from his earlier inspection).

20:53, Today: Crossfire rolled 4 using 1d100. Punch in the ribs.
20:53, Today: Crossfire rolled 5 using 1d10. strike rank.

Hit Locations  (AP/HP) 1-3   Right Leg  8/ 5 4-6   Left Leg   8/5 7-9   Abdomen  8/6 10-12 Chest     8/7 13-15 Rt Arm   8/ 4 16-18 Lt Arm   8/ 4 19-20 Head     8/ 6 Armour SR Penalty:

Combat Actions: Total: 3 Remaining: 3

Strike Rank: +14 Strike rank 19

Power Points Total: 41 Remaining: 41

Combat Skills: Evade: 36% Unarmed: 43% Weapon (Sniper Rifle): 89% Manipulation: 41% Knife: 39% Weapon (Colt 38): 69% Resilience: 32% Throw: 28 %

Damage Modifier: 1d4

Hero Points: 6

Ongoing effects: Armor, Regeneration, X-Ray Vision, Super Vision

Other modifiers:

]

OOC- Crossfire rolled a crit. I've already rolled my parry and failed, which means you get 3 levels of success, which equals two CMs. Once again, look at page 86 of RQ2 to see what to pick. I'm assuming one of them will be Choose Location. Pick another one. If you decide not to use Choose Location, roll the location with d20. In this case, write it to me in a PM and I'll include it in my next post.

OOC - 2 CMs. You could combine choose location with maximum damage as you rolled a crit success. Alternatively, you could combine choose location with stun location. In the case of Torso, the description is staggers winded and only able to defend, which kinda fits. Other useful ones might be bypass armour to avoid the metal plates

Crossfire's punch went straight to Timex's weakened ribs in the attempt to push one into his remaining partially functioning lung.

15:49, Today: Crossfire rolled 1 using 1d4. damage.
15:49, Today: Crossfire rolled 2 using 1d3. damage.

OOC Called shot and bypass armour in the weakened rib area. Damn those rolls suck.
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OOC-Choose location is important. It's the only way to get a called shot. If you pick those other two, you forfeit the right to hit his ribs and you need to roll location.

OOC: Crossfire... location is important because your hit points are seperated by body part... so if you always aim for the same area you are going to take somebody down faster.... eg... my head has 7 my chest has 9.   So if you think you can maximum damage in one area you can end the fight pretty quick... he might have more than me though he is a combat bunny and I am comic relief.
This message was last edited by the player at 13:32, Thu 01 Nov 2012.

OOC - and he has metal plates everywhere which will likely count as armour. You may have to do more than say 10 damage in an area just to hurt him. Knowing the location of those netal plates, choose location should help get past them. Otherwise you'll need bypass armour, which is only available if you roll a crit success. He could maybe take you down the same way next time he rolls a crit.

OOC: You could also make an argument that metal plates represent hit points... not hugely sure.

QuikFNB turned to Vibro and said,"So hear any good stories today?"

Then a moment later and much more quietly,"I have an access card if we want to go through the door."
"Watching him beat people up has always bored me... want to go now?"

Vibro stared about her incredulously. QuikFNB was still talking next to her but the rest of the world seemed to have slowed, if not come to a complete standstill. It seemed like almost a week had gone by since Captain Crossfire had finally stopped his fairy princess impersonation and had thrown a punch towards Timex's ribs. And now, there it hung, frozen in time just millimetres away from making contact.

"What, huh ... ummm no, I don't think that's a good idea, not while twinkletoes is still fighting." Vibro replied back to QuikFNB.

Indeed it was like watching the world in slow motion, with only Vibro and Quiksit moving and talking normally. Was it somehow a trick of the arena? Of Glofin Del? Maybe it was Crossfire, slowing the world down while his head tried to download the combat rules of the universe before his next action. But most likely, Vibro was vibrating at such a rapid pace that she seemed to see the world with a new perspective, and had taken Quiksit along for the ride. It could come in handy in a fight.

Either way, she was right. It felt like a week had gone by when it was truly only seconds that passed.

OOC- I've sent the rules to Crossfire in an email. Hopefully he can run through the CMs and decide on an action.

OOC: To answer his question in the ribs and through the armour are his 2 combat moves.  He probably doesn't know you are waiting on him.

QuikFNB reached across and pinched Vibro on the upper arm, "Stop distorting time. Last time somebody did that I had to help build a fracking megolith".
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OOC - You can't keep covering for him. Public humiliation is the only answer.

"It's not me. And I'm afraid if we try to interact with anyone or anything, we too will be caught in the tear in the space time continuum.

As Vibro spoke the words, the evidence was revealed in the form of a small fly hovering right in front of Quiksit's nose. It was dangerously close to touching him, and had probably been there the entire time. Looking carefully, the wings could be seen moving gradually, something normally only captured in super-slow motion. Something about it seemed to taunt the giant lizard. Maybe it was the almost imperceptible pieces of shit stuck to its tiny legs, so close to landing on that amazing nose of his.

OOC-I'll give him till tomorrow. After that, I'll go with Quiksit's answer and post the next one.

OOC - msg232 does actually have his answer. The post was modified some days ago.

OOC On Sunday no less and I even included a private mail to the GM to let him know I'd revised it.

Your slow time commentary was funny though.

Eat that damn fly Qickbabe, you know you want to.

Reeling from the hit, Timex grabbed his chest and wheezed, a look of startled pain across his face as he blinked at Citizen and tried to catch his breath. He steadied quickly, grit his teeth and tried to recover, sucking in large quantities of air as he glared at his opponent with a new respect.

With Crossfire making a comeback, Quiksit in her ear and crosseyed at the fly on his nose, the uproar of the crowd and the almost instant restoration of timeflow, Vibro had trouble concentrating on anything other than her 'boyfriend' gaining a brief upper hand.

OOC- Crossfire still has initiative. One CA down, take your next shot.

The roar of the crowd and watching Timex wheeze put a rush of adrenalin into Crossfire's system. He followed it up with another blow hoping to hit Timex in the ribs again.

17:54, Today: Crossfire rolled 13 using 1d100. unarmed attack.
17:57, Today: Crossfire rolled 4 using 1d4. damage if a hit.
17:56, Today: Crossfire rolled 1 using 1d3. damage if a hit.

Hit Locations  (AP/HP) 1-3   Right Leg  8/ 5 4-6   Left Leg   8/5 7-9   Abdomen  8/6 10-12 Chest     8/7 13-15 Rt Arm   8/ 4 16-18 Lt Arm   8/ 4 19-20 Head     8/ 6 Armour SR Penalty:

Combat Actions: Total: 3 Remaining: 1

Strike Rank: +14 Strike rank 19

Power Points Total: 41 Remaining: 41

Combat Skills: Evade: 36% Unarmed: 43% Weapon (Sniper Rifle): 89% Manipulation: 41% Knife: 39% Weapon (Colt 38): 69% Resilience: 32% Throw: 28 %

Damage Modifier: 1d4

Hero Points: 6

Ongoing effects: Armor, Regeneration, X-Ray Vision, Super Vision

Other modifiers:

]

OOC- Remember to roll a location on the d20 as well. Gotta know where that punch is going. I want to point this out too:

18:53, Today: Heraclitus rolled 11 using 1d100. parry. His is normally a successful parry. But in this case, your success is higher than his, therefore you hit. Normally I would write his attempt to parry, but in this case, give me the location roll and I'll skip to the result. If you're lucky, you'll roll the chest.

OOC - So I'm confused by the successful parry, but still getting to do damage. The combat rules in RQ2 state that if a succesfull parry with an equivalent sized weapon then no damage from a successful hit.

Also to clarify, a parry attempt, be it successful or otherwise is a ca?
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OOC- Successful is relative. Timex was successful for his skill check, but still rolled under Crossfire's roll, which was also successful. When two opposed rolls are both successful within their skill range, then it's the highest roll that wins (unless one is a crit). The fact that Timex made his roll under his check means that Crossfire will not earn another CM. Basic hit with basic damage only. If Timex rolled a 14, then he would have deflected the attack with no damage.

I'd normally write the visual, and probably still will, but imagine a fist coming at you, you do a karate block, manage to make contact with the oncoming fist, but couldn't deflect it, be it that the timing was just off, misjudged the direction, or just too strong (breaking through it) - the reasons are up to, well, me usually for the color.

And yes, any parry, evade, throw or otherwise uses a CA, successful or not.

QuikFNB quietly flicked out a tongue at the tasty looking fly.

Timex pulled his arms in close on his body to protect his ribs and managed to take Crossfires blow on his right arm.

Why do you need the money?

(5 damage right arm)
21:14, Today: Crossfire rolled 15 using 1d20. location.

When Citizen's fist connected solidly with Timex's arm, he could feel snap of bone underneath. Just following, a howl of pain was released from his lips. As his arm hung limply at his side, he held it with his good arm while barely hearing Citizen's question.

"None of your business. Shuddup and let's finish this." Timex spoke through gritted teeth, breathing heavy with the effort but holding steady. Just.

Before Citizen could respond again, Timex lashed out, spinning with a roundhouse kick at Citizen's left knee in an attempt to put him on his back.

OOC- You brought his arm to zero hit points, therefore he had to roll a resilience check. He failed, which means that his arm is useless. And that was his good arm.
Excerpt:
The intention to parry must be declared before any attack roll is made. However, if the attack misses then the parrying participant can opt not to complete the parry, thereby saving his CA from being spent. This does mean, though, that he will not gain a defensive Combat Manoeuvre (see Combat Manoeuvres, page 86), for the exchange.
His kick is a miss. I'm assuming you would have parried, so you can opt now to save it, or you can roll your parry and get a defensive CM on him (if your roll is successful). Or make another attack. Your go.

So much for wearing him down. The strategy of running down his O2 supply wasn't working. It was looking increasingly like he'd be winning through shear mindless combat damage. Probably just what the crowd was looking for.

Taking out his frustration at the crappy way today was going Crossfire aimed a nasty kick for Timex's nuts. Unfortunately Timex skipped back just out of reach successfully avoiding it.

09:59, Today: Crossfire rolled 89 using 1d100. attack roll.

Hit Locations  (AP/HP) 1-3   Right Leg  8/ 5 4-6   Left Leg   8/5 7-9   Abdomen  8/6 10-12 Chest     8/7 13-15 Rt Arm   8/ 4 16-18 Lt Arm   8/ 4 19-20 Head     8/ 6 Armour SR Penalty:

Combat Actions: Total: 3 Remaining: 0

Strike Rank: +14 Strike rank 19

Power Points Total: 41 Remaining: 41

Combat Skills: Evade: 36% Unarmed: 43% Weapon (Sniper Rifle): 89% Manipulation: 41% Knife: 39% Weapon (Colt 38): 69% Resilience: 32% Throw: 28 %

Damage Modifier: 1d4

Hero Points: 6

Ongoing effects: Armor, Regeneration, X-Ray Vision, Super Vision

Other modifiers:

]

OOC I'm losing interest in parrying, either I'm not seeing the benefit or I'm being arrogant and relying on my armour. For this fight at least it looks like you just want to strike as much as possible.

Vibro watched in disgust as QuikFNB's tongue lashed out and drew in the fly that was once hovering so close. To Quiksit, it was a tasty morsel, with just the right amount of shit on the legs.

OOC- roll SR. I have a 19. If you roll above, go ahead and take your next shot.
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QuikFNB whispered in Vibro's ear, "You know I could burn a neat hole through the bad guy's forehead from here... if their leader just dies good and clean it might take a while for his minions to link it back to Ohmygodmyfamilyaregoingtodie."

QuikFNB's finger itched to burninate the peasants.

Psychopathic lizard freak.... but at least it would end the torment of this endless yawnfest ...

"Patience. Let's just see how this plays out."

Still slightly off balance from the attempted ball-breaker kick Crossfire jabbed his left fist hard and fast at Timex's face - but just missed.

21:17, Today: Crossfire rolled 51 using 1d100. unarmed attack.
21:17, Today: Crossfire rolled 9 using 1d10. Strike rank.

Hit Locations  (AP/HP) 1-3   Right Leg  8/ 5 4-6   Left Leg   8/5 7-9   Abdomen  8/6 10-12 Chest     8/7 13-15 Rt Arm   8/ 4 16-18 Lt Arm   8/ 4 19-20 Head     8/ 6 Armour SR Penalty:

Combat Actions: Total: 3 Remaining: 3

Strike Rank: +14 Strike rank 23

Power Points Total: 41 Remaining: 41

Combat Skills: Evade: 36% Unarmed: 43% Weapon (Sniper Rifle): 89% Manipulation: 41% Knife: 39% Weapon (Colt 38): 69% Resilience: 32% Throw: 28 %

Damage Modifier: 1d4

Hero Points: 6

Ongoing effects: Armor, Regeneration, X-Ray Vision, Super Vision

Other modifiers:

]
This message was last edited by the player at 10:51, Mon 12 Nov 2012.

Timex waved away Citizen's useless jab in what could have been an equally unimpressive parry. Erupting with a primal yell, he flung himself at his opponent, bringing his own head down in a violent head-butt. Citizen could see that it was the side that had the most plating on it.

OOC- Attempted parry, missed. Now he's taking a shot. Remember, if you choose not to parry, he'll get an automatic CM. Your non-parry against his successful attack is treated as a fail, thus giving him another level of success, which equals a CM.

Wasn't it my go?

I won initiative and had a crack at him 1 CM , he used his CM to parry.

Next part of the round surely?

OOC- Defensive CA's can be used any time, but still uses them up. But attacks move around one at a time, from SR to SR. So you get an attack, then him, then the next SR which is back to you. Your go, his go, your go. That's why it's important to get initiative. When you only have 3 CA's, you get to use 2 on strikes, and only 1 on parry. For the guy you're fighting with 3 CA's, it's 2 parries, 1 attack.

So you struck first, he attempted to parry, then he struck back. You can parry or take the hit.

Crossfire watched the head descending towards his nose but wasn't quite fast enough moving out the way.

21:57, Today: Crossfire rolled 59 using 1d100. Parry cause Hairy Clitoris says I should.
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Misjudging the force of the older man's head, Citizen failed to knock it aside. Instead, the plated cranium came crashing into his chest with enough force to crack a normal man's ribs. Staggering back slightly from the blow, Timex tried to take advantage of him by sweeping his leg behind Citizen's in an attempt to take his opponent down to the mat.

OOC- your failed parry gives Timex a CM. He chooses Trip Opponent. Crossfire will now have to roll an evade check that beats Timex's initial attack. Fail, and you fall prone.

You one armed cunt, I want to go toe to toe shouted Crossfire to get some public interest as Timex dragged him to the ground

14:32, Today: Crossfire rolled 7 using 1d100. evade.
This message was last edited by the player at 23:21, Sat 17 Nov 2012.

QuikFNB yelled towards the fighting combatants, "Go the Hopawate".  Not particularly caring which of the fighters took on board her words of encouragement.

OOC-Sorry, but your roll was a fail Crossfire. Your roll of 7 was less than Timex's roll of 9. I'm afraid you're gonna need to edit your post, because you are on the ground.

Vibro watched anxiously as Timex and Captain Twinkle Toes went crashing to the floor. She had trained in grappling techniques and knew full well how abruptly a fight could be ended once both combatants were on the mat. One thing she was confident of though, no matter how well versed someone was with grappling and submissions, having one arm hanging limply by his side was going to make it near impossible for Timex to control his opponent.

Seeming to take Citizen at his word, Timex raised after dropping his opponent.

"You want the toe?! YOU GOT IT!"

Lifting himself almost two feet in the air, Timex brought his knees up to his chest. Citizen could see the bottoms of the older man's feet as they came diving down toward him with the full weight of him above driving them in his direction.

It seemed to Vibro that Timex's actions reflected her own thoughts. The veteran fighter was using what he had left to his advantage, and his advantage was furthered by Crossfire's position. She understood how difficult it would be to defend from the ground.

As if her senses finally returned to her, Vibro caught sight of a shift in the cravat man's posture. Leaning forward with interest, his once placid expression now held a small smile and a glint in his eyes that hinted at a lust for the violence below. Quiksit noticed the change in his teammate's attention and followed her gaze, seeing the same.

OOC- Crossfire has -20% to attack and defend. Timex's successful attack is a better number than your skill %. I won't always tell you this. Less 20% and you're in deep doodoo, provided he gets through your armor that is. If your evade is better than your unarmed, use that. Or you can hope to get a crit, which will not only be a success but also give you a defensive CM.

OOC I thought he was out of attacks and I still had 1 left in the round? We both have 3 CM's, mine are 2 attacks and 1 defend, his are 2 defends and 1 attack?

OOC- You have 3 CAs. These can be used to either attack or defend. The book says when you fall prone, you lose 1d3 CAs. I've only made you lose 1 CA for for attack, but allowing you to defend at -20% where you wouldn't normally get one. That means this round he gets his last CA to attack you. Next round we do SRs again, and you can attempt to regain your footing then. So your choice now is to parry or evade at -20, or do nothing. You stay at -20% for as long as you stay prone. And then it's just using your CA to get back on your feet. Clear as mud?

Crossfire tried to block the inevitable incoming kick to his nuts

22:09, Today: Crossfire rolled 31 using 1d100. Parry cause Hairy Clitoris says I should.

Curled up to avoid the oncoming stomp, Citizen felt a massive force from two heels colliding with his cheek and temple, smashing the other side of his face to the mat before they slid off to the either side of his head. Even without the pain, there was a brief ringing in his ears and the smell of the man's tinea spray now smeared across his face.

After bringing himself down feet first onto Citizen, Vibro and Quiksit noticed Timex stumble to regain his footing, clearly displaying pain and lack of breath. However, he used his moment to take large gulps of wheezy air, heard only by Vibro, and circled around to ready another kick.

OOC- Round 2 ends. Round 3. Rerolling SR. I've got a 17. If you beat it, make your move. Either attack at -20% or use your CA to regain your footing. Make it plausible. He won't just sit there and watch you roll up, but he doesn't get attacks of opportunity either. You may want to play out your reaction to getting your head stomped as well.

Vibro make a perception check.

"Our target, he is a psychopath? No?" whispered QuikFNB quietly.

Vibro watched in horror as her partner curled up to protect his groin, completely misjudging the intent of his seasoned opponent.

As Timex's heels came crashing down harmlessly on Crossfire's cheek and temple, a blow that would normally result in a bone cracking, gorey mess, Vibro realised it was becoming increasingly obvious that Crossfire's resilience was not natural. She turned her attention to the cravat man, interested in his reaction to how the fight was playing out.

Fuck echoed across the room as Crossfire took the hit like a man, a man in pain.
Oh shit, again? as he saw Timex coming in for another go before he had the chance to get up.

21:39, Today: Crossfire rolled 3 using 1d10. Strike rank.

Hit Locations  (AP/HP) 1-3   Right Leg  8/ 5 4-6   Left Leg   8/5 7-9   Abdomen  8/6 10-12 Chest     8/7 13-15 Rt Arm   8/ 4 16-18 Lt Arm   8/ 4 19-20 Head     8/ 6 Armour SR Penalty:

Combat Actions: Total: 3 Remaining: 3

Strike Rank: +14 Strike rank 17

Power Points Total: 41 Remaining: 41

Combat Skills: Evade: 36% Unarmed: 43% Weapon (Sniper Rifle): 89% Manipulation: 41% Knife: 39% Weapon (Colt 38): 69% Resilience: 32% Throw: 28 %

Damage Modifier: 1d4

Hero Points: 6

Ongoing effects: Armor, Regeneration, X-Ray Vision, Super Vision

Other modifiers:

]

Timex seemed almost relieved at the sound of pain emitting from his opponent. The new resolve ushered his next advance. Lining up like he was about to kick a football, Timex went in hard with a massive swing of his leg.

The cravat man appeared almost giddy at that point, but still he remained silent. He only tapped his fingers together twice, which sent the man next to him into action, reaching down quickly to get something. When he straightened, he was holding a pink Cosmo to the cravat man, who took it without looking and sipped at it prissily.

"Hmmm Cravat Man is the boss." mumbled QuikFNB.

OOC we tied for SR who goes first?

Clearly I want to stand at the 1st opportunity

OOC- He who hath the highest of dex goeth first on a tie, methinks. While I thought that would be you, you'd already posted your lack of standing, so I just had him go. If you're putting in a formal protest, I can withdraw my post.

OOC Go on then take a shot, lets get on with it before shewhohumsinthenight and the crocskinbag get bored

OOC-continue from msg#275. Timex made his action in 274.

OOC: If QuikFNB had heard the Crocskinbag quip he would have smiled nicely and shown his teeth.

Cravat man was turning out to be as interesting as the squabble unfolding in the ring in front of her. Shewhohumsinthenight turned her attention back to the Agency Lovebirds to see what they were making of things, but apparently they had already left. Whether this was simply out of frustration at the lack of action, or whether they had been inexplicably sucked into the time vortex and were now forever erased from existence she would perhaps never know. Had they infact ever existed? She tried to recall whether anyone else had interacted with the couple, but drew a blank. Were they just a figment of her imagination? Was any of this real?


Shewhohumsinthenight let out an eardrum bursting, glass shattering shriek at an inhuman decibel rating, maintaining a constant pitch as she watched those around her double up in pain, futilely attempting to cover their ears as blood oozed slowly between their fingers. Immediately next to her QuikFNB turned and smiled nicely, showing his teeth.

Vibro yawned, and blinking to try to clear the fading remnants of her daydream from her thoughts. She looked around for the lovebirds, partly to orient herself, and partly in reassurance that it had just been a daydream. Finding them, then turning back to the fight, and with just the barest sigh of relief, she listened to what was being whispered between them.


Out of the corner of her eye she barely noticed QuikFNB turn and smile nicely, showing his teeth.
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"Citizen" waits patiently to take the hit like a man.

OOC I'll forgo the parry since probability is not in my favour and use my CA to get up when I get the chance. Remaining CA's for attacks.

It appeared, to anyone watching, that the seasoned fighter took full ownership of the submissive whelp on the ground. But a young bitch should never have the genital protrusions that Citizen displayed so openly. Prepared for another foot to the head, he'd merely closed his eyes and tensed for the smash that never landed. At least not on that head.

The foot that Citizen expected was only leverage for the other leg to torpedo through his own open legs and into his favorites. The force of the impact actually lifted Citizen up and back as a satisfied roar from Timex accented his claim of ownership, a primal cry of triumph that the crowd echoed with raucous delight. Most of the crowd; those who weren't cringing from sympathy pain. Citizen, however, felt not much more than Quiksit would, had he been kicked in the same spot. The nose would be a different story, Quiksit had to imagine.

Though Vibro heard nothing from her lovebirds over the roars of the crowd, she hadn't lost track of the cravat man. The lack of male genitals made it difficult to sympathize with Crossfire's misfortune, combined with the knowledge that he'd most likely barely feel a tickle. And therefore she could keep her attention well between the fight and the cravat man, who's eyes had gone wide with the merging of foot and sack. The smile seemed frozen in place, but his head cocked to the side as if anticipating something. The man next to him, in contrast, had his hands crossed in front of himself and a grimace on his face.

As his ears began to clear from the high pitched noise, QuikFNB leant in to Vibro and whispered, "Behave".

Crossfire used the momentum imparted by the kick to get lithely to his feet though he was still doubled up in apparent pain. Straightening his back and getting back into a wide standing combat stance on the balls of his feet he reached down and gingerly jiggled his nuts back into position, feigning a grimace of pain while making a too obvious crowd pleasing swallow.

Putting an evil maniacal grin on his face he moved into Timex's strike zone. Taking his right hand off his achers he pounded his right fist harmlessly into Timex's thigh.

15:49, Today: Crossfire rolled 15 using 1d100. Getting up.
15:51, Today: Crossfire rolled 79 using 1d100. unarmed attack.

Pulling his leg up and in, Timex made to block with it but only realized too late that Citizen's swing was too off balance to land in the first place. "What're you made of? Rubber? You can take a hit, I'll give you that, Boy."

With his leg already in use, he pivoted and swung his foot around back toward his opponent. The strike was slow, tired like the man swinging it. Crossfire could see that even if it did hit, it wouldn't have enough force to hurt a regular Joe.

OOC- He parried, missed, and swung back, not doing too well. Try to parry and get a CM or use the CA for your next attack.

Crossfire parried the slow miss-strike by Timex, pulling him off balance. Crossfire then contemptuously threw the tired man forcefully to the ground.

20:19, Today: Crossfire rolled 4 using 1d100. Parry cause Hairy Clitoris says I should.
This message was last edited by the player at 09:55, Tue 27 Nov 2012.

OOC-chance to end the fight. Your parry was not only a success on his failure, but also a crit. Therefore you get 2 CMs. Choose from the defensive column.

OOC - Blind opponent and trip opponent, both are opposed rolls against you critical success roll, either will leave him fubar

OOC Mr HC Trip and blind look like the best two from the Runequest pg 87 defensive table.

Vibro we cross posted I arrived at the same conclusion by having to read the bloody rules system :(

Now I have Vibe's support lock those in Eddie.

Crossfire manhandled the tired Timex, pulling him off balance and gruesomely poking a pair of fingers into his eyes before contemptuously throwing him to the ground.
This message was last edited by the player at 12:00, Wed 28 Nov 2012.

"MUTHERFUCKER!"

Timex roared again, this time in frustration as he was viciously blinded and heaved to the ground, landing hard against the mat. Trying to rub his bloodied eyes, he curled up and tried to roll in no direction in particular. Over and again he looked through squinty, blinking eyes to try to find where the next blow might land, but he couldn't seem to focus on anything.

OOC- As per rules, he rolled evade against your original parry for the blinding and another one for the tripping, both failing against a crit. He cannot attack. He is a meat back for 3 CAs, meaning he cannot attack. He will try to defend at -20% for the next 3 CAs.

OOC - I think you'll find that fighting whilst blind is -60%

"In for a penny in for a POUND"
Crossfire tried to kick him hard in the broken ribs but the blow landed in his right arm as Timex hunkered down for the inevitable beating.
OOC 5 points in the right arm with bypass armour as the CM.

"This one is for breaking my fucking jaw."
Seeing the 2nd broken arm and remembering his earlier blow Crossfire reach across to punch Timex in the face but Timex again managed to the shot block with his right arm.
OOC yet another 4 points in the right arm (note corrected damage roll) with bypass armour as the CM.

And this one's for stopping me screwing the wenches tonight
Taking his time like a football striker aiming for the penalty Crossfire lined up a beautiful kick on Timex's broken ribs but at the last moment changing the attack to a knee drop into Timex's abdomen to make it harder to predict his attack.
OOC 7 points total in the guts D3+D4 (gotta love a max damage roll) with bypass armour as the CM.

To explain his last comment for the slow members of the crowd, Citizen brought his hand down to his own nuts and gave them a final adjustment.

OOC so unless I'm very much mistaken he's been taken below 0 hp in his left arm, ribs, right arm (9 dam vs 4hp) and guts (7dam vs 6 hp)

Hit Locations  (AP/HP) 1-3   Right Leg  8/ 5 4-6   Left Leg   8/5 7-9   Abdomen  8/6 10-12 Chest     8/7 13-15 Rt Arm   8/ 4 16-18 Lt Arm   8/ 4 19-20 Head     8/ 6 Armour SR Penalty:

Combat Actions: Total: 3 Remaining: 3

Strike Rank: +14 Strike rank who cares at this point

Power Points Total: 41 Remaining: 41

Combat Skills: Evade: 36% Unarmed: 43% Weapon (Sniper Rifle): 89% Manipulation: 41% Knife: 39% Weapon (Colt 38): 69% Resilience: 32% Throw: 28 %

Damage Modifier: 1d4

Hero Points: 6

Ongoing effects: Armor, Regeneration, X-Ray Vision, Super Vision

Other modifiers:

]
21:58, Today: Crossfire rolled 17 using 1d100. 3rd kick.
21:57, Today: Crossfire rolled 26 using 1d100. 2nd kick.
21:57, Today: Crossfire rolled 61 using 1d100. 1st kick.

22:01, Today: Crossfire rolled 7 using 1d20. location 3rd kick.
22:01, Today: Crossfire rolled 14 using 1d20. location 2nd kick.
22:00, Today: Crossfire rolled 13 using 1d20. location 1st kick.

22:09, Today: Crossfire rolled 4 using 1d4. damage kick 3.
22:08, Today: Crossfire rolled 1 using 1d4. damage 2nd kick corrected.
22:08, Today: Crossfire rolled 3 using 1d3. damage kick 3.
22:06, Today: Crossfire rolled 1 using 1d3. damage 2nd kick.
22:06, Today: Crossfire rolled 3 using 1d3. damage 2nd kick.
13:38, Today: Crossfire rolled 4 using 1d4. 1st attack.
13:38, Today: Crossfire rolled 1 using 1d3. 1st attack.   
This message was last edited by the player at 03:22, Sat 01 Dec 2012.

OOC- Seems Vibro is right. Man, that's brutal. That means that poor old Timex has a -80% for all his parry rolls. And of course, he's failed every one because of it, which means CMs on each of your kicks Crossfire. You actually get a +20% to attack prone, which will help your rolls, but -10% for each roll where you repeat the same type of attack. So -10% on your second kick, -20% on your third. However, it won't affect your rolls in this case. Your first hit is successful and each kick gets a CM. Ouch.

Like I said, you own him. Feel free to edit your post as necessary.

OOC - Sorry Pele, but if I remember correctly, bypass armour is only available as a CM if your attack roll was a crit. Choose location is OK, can't remember if stun location needs a crit or not, but that would have to bypass his armour to be effective anyway.

My suggestion, three stomps on the ankles (assuming there is no armour there as it would hinder movement and not an area used to deal damage such as the knees and elbows). Take both legs below 0 and then pound on him some more.