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Post by wombat on Dec 4, 2006 8:10:45 GMT -5
"Not far," Lorne replies "I can drive you there. Or lead the way."
He slowly leans forward again as his eyes narrow knowingly.
"But if your friend... friends sitting around this bar right now don't show themselves, right now," His finger points down onto the table to accentuate the point. "I won't be expecting them to be coming along on the ride either - I'm all for trust amongst allies, but not if its all one sided, and I'll not be tailed by my own damn team"
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Seattle
Dec 4, 2006 10:19:51 GMT -5
Post by boombaby on Dec 4, 2006 10:19:51 GMT -5
The natives are getting restless.... Christoff thought to himself as the general level of muttering and dirty looks increased over the next few minutes. The elves in the corner seemed, locked in discussion, but the rest of the bar was focused on the other two strangers. Whew, things are starting to get hostile in here. Drek!! A guy can't even drink a drink without something or someone coming to frag him over....I wonder if I can make it to the door without attracting attention.
Christoff looked around once more, gauging the level of hostility in the room. [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]
It didn't look good. The locals were starting to look at him with the same undisguised hatred. Christoff sobered the rest of the way, not that he'd been drinking hard, and surreptitiously checked that the collapsable baton was close at hand. He moved his right hand down and rubbed it on the front of his long coat, against his leg, feeling the reassuring lump of it just inside the pocket. His knife sheath up his left sleeve was hardly noticible under the folds of the sleeve. Drek...They are definitely starting to associate me with them. Bunch of drekhead metas... Christoff, kept about equal attention on both the elven group and the locals, trying to guess what would set off the later group....[rand=736673333044420568379182962807742269066630043209433200067174250625]
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Seattle
Dec 4, 2006 10:30:18 GMT -5
Post by redjack on Dec 4, 2006 10:30:18 GMT -5
(( Gray are thoughts, Violet is sub-vocal coms, Steelblue is spoken conversation. )) Nix smiles and maintains his posture, thinking to himself... You move too soon young padawan..
He replies over coms, "You seem to be under the impression that you are calling the shots... We are all cogs in this wheel at the moment," his smile fades and face transforms to one of calm resolve, "so relax and calm down. First, we are not yet a team. Once your story checks out we will be one step closer. The fact that you're here and that Jackal sent you means you're being paid to be here, not doing it out of some gesture of friendship. And as to the dispersion and placement of the team, we will handle our own safety as we see fit." His smile returning to his face as he takes a sip of water and looks to the elf. He makes Dante proud.
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Dec 4, 2006 10:34:08 GMT -5
Post by wombat on Dec 4, 2006 10:34:08 GMT -5
Lorne sits back, again folding his arms and watching the locals grow restless with an inner smile - he may not be calling the shots, but they were running to his schedule.
"Fine, call your shots - how do you want this to unfold?"
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Seattle
Dec 4, 2006 11:28:32 GMT -5
Post by Blood Fear on Dec 4, 2006 11:28:32 GMT -5
What are they starting to do? What ever it is I wonder how many I can slaughter be for I have to leave.
As I drink my Synthohol, I watch the dance of Lorne and Nix. I try and follow their conversation but they decide to switch to a non-verbal communication. Crap!
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Seattle
Dec 4, 2006 11:47:47 GMT -5
Post by Xeno Khan on Dec 4, 2006 11:47:47 GMT -5
For those that are watching the room, the Triad customers start to pay more attention to the non-asians in the bar, the Virtual chatter starts getting heavy. Anyone with the PAN not hidden, will notice that most of the chatter deals with the apartment building and who might be involved. A picutre comes across... ((Will PM to those who can see.))
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Dec 4, 2006 19:49:17 GMT -5
Post by redjack on Dec 4, 2006 19:49:17 GMT -5
Casually noticing the increased focus on their conversation Nix replies via com, "First I suggest we vacate before the locals decide to show us how long ago their welcome ran out."
Rising from his seat, Nix sends a quick text to Sam: We should exit stage left. Bring up the rear will you?
He looks back to the elf conciously avoiding making eye contact with Blood Fear, despite the fact that their is little doubt that are a crew. "Shall we?"
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Post by boombaby on Dec 5, 2006 3:21:30 GMT -5
Cristoff looked around again. The level of the hostility in the room was palatable. The dwarf could almost cut it with one of his knives. There is no way in Frag, I am getting out of here... thought Tickets.
Perception test: [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]
And it looks like the other metas are getting outta here...Their whole team is leavin, looks like...Fraggin' hell...
As the two elves at the table seem to get to their feet, Christoff thinks fast...These fraggers are gonna get me geeked...But it's been that kind of day.... Christoff felt his cool resolve flood into him. He became peternaturally calm. The room seemed for a moment to slow to a standstill, as he looked around. There was only one way he was getting outta this room, and it was with the guys who'd gotten him into this mess, simply by being there.
Taking almost the last of his beer, he thought about ordering another, debating whether he could convince the locals that he wasn't with the others. He had been there for a couple hours before the cursed leaf eater had come in...and brought his friends...
Frag, the two elves are almost at the door...If the locals are going to do something, its gonna be now... Christoff, reached into his coat pocket, gripping the handle of the collapsible baton loosely. He climbed down from the stool, and slouched his way towards the door, timing it so that he arrived at the door near the last of the group...[rand=4925554567199730378091812558064779478175860002498286730425653472]
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Post by wombat on Dec 5, 2006 6:23:00 GMT -5
Lorne rises and looks around the room "I doubt they'll have a problem with me, but if you're feeling shy then I'm sure we can find some place a little more romantic."
"But first," Lorne extends his hand towards Nix "You have something of mine - that datachip was lent for demonstration purposes only, until you decide we are a team, of course. And if you think I'm planning on allowing you to lead me outside with you and your pals, I'm afraid you've overestimated our level of mutual trust. So you can either offer some real quick guarantees, or I can take my datachip and these magkeys and you can find your own safehouse and SINs."
Lorne looked around the room calmly, looking for the one that might make the first move and whether he was as much of a target as the other metas. He pulled his hair further back from his tattoo, just to be sure there were no cases of mistaken identity.
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Post by redjack on Dec 5, 2006 9:23:32 GMT -5
Nix pauses and turns back to the elf and serious a look on his face as he's shone tonight, "We're professionals chummer. I trust you enough to go to all the way, you trust that I'll still respect you in the morning. If you're on the level we're a team.... If you're not... well, I guess we won't be going to the prom..." Almost as an afterthought he adds, "As soon as one of the more technically savey members of the team looks at the chip, I'l put it back into your hands.. personally."
He turns back towards the door to continue his exit, shifting his perception astrally for a moment to check the threat level in astral space.
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Dec 5, 2006 10:03:36 GMT -5
Post by wombat on Dec 5, 2006 10:03:36 GMT -5
Lorne looks thoughtful for a moment before nodding, satisfied.
Speaking out loud for the first time as he heads to the door, he watches the bouncer, meeting his gaze with a nod.
"Good enough, then."
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Seattle
Dec 6, 2006 11:28:44 GMT -5
Post by boombaby on Dec 6, 2006 11:28:44 GMT -5
Christoff got to about 3 meters from the door before the locals made their move. The table of three by the door, stood, backing up the bouncer. Several more stood, drawing an assortment of knives, brass knuckles, clubs, saps and other weapons of pain infliction. Drek. Soooo close... Cristoff thought as the patrons quickly moved to circle the group... Now or never... Turning quickly, Christoff and spoke to the patrons, "Stand where you are!!", His comanding voice resonating thru the room. Opposed test: Leadership+Charisma Vs target(s) Willpower + Leadership (max +5 for more than one target with highest Targets Willpower+leadership ratings used) Leadership 4+ charisma 3 + cool resolve 3= 10 dice TN=5 [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6] 5 hits: Edge to reroll misses [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6] 2 more hits. OOC: What will happen now? [rand=78867802453818051256490215476043866472903729859496099326178341167]
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Post by Xeno Khan on Dec 7, 2006 0:32:01 GMT -5
As the Dwarf feared the room had turned ugly. The Triad members of the bar start to circle the Dwarf (Tickets), the Elf sitting by himself (Blood Fear), and the Human sitting by himself (Sam). In an effort to diffuse the situation and little knowing the disatrous effect using magic in this bar would cause, the Dwarf filles his voice with arcane power and utters "Stand where you are." The Triad that are standing seemingly freeze where they are and start to grin.
Roll for initiative.
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Post by redjack on Dec 7, 2006 9:20:29 GMT -5
(( Initiative: 9; 1 Pass [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6] ))
Nix turns as the Dwarf stands and begins striding towards them. Still assensing, Nix sees the mana flow from the dwarf as he yells at the locals. Shit, I think our only option here may be to help the locals and cap the friggin halfer....[rand=8765694596180477736557032806029879469567999441448536701914441798]
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Dec 7, 2006 10:03:27 GMT -5
Post by wombat on Dec 7, 2006 10:03:27 GMT -5
Lorne stands, his gaze darting back and forth.
"Stand where you are!!"
"That was not a smart move." He says, still speaking subvocally to Nix, watching as the patrons circle the other runners, "Nor was letting your team members come in here and sit on their own - I can't protect them."
He reaches out for Nix's shoulder, speaking out loud this time.
"You need to get you and your team out of here, right now!"
Initiative (9) + 0 hits = 9; 3 passes
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