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Post by Falindraun on Dec 8, 2006 1:33:39 GMT -5
Sam sits at the bar reading the messages sent to him via Nix, and trying to listen to the convo till it goes subvocal, then continues trying to keep to himself as he browses the bars menu.
listening in detail (defaulting) 3 -1 +1: [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]
0 hits
When the other bar patrons begin to circle around him thats when he stands up and throws his hod off of his head to get a better look around the patrons gathering around him.
init 6: [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]
4 hits int score: 6+4 = 10
Sam then starts to make his way for the door after making visual contact with his team letting Nix know that he will have their backs.
"Alright, so who's first?"
((From Xeno: Modified to fit the Combat "3 Seconds / Turn" -- Next))[rand=6337789011317239185173869166431429237104268835848093615667970122]
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Seattle
Dec 8, 2006 16:59:35 GMT -5
Post by Xeno Khan on Dec 8, 2006 16:59:35 GMT -5
Those affected by the Dwarf's Commanding Voice Maintain their positions, though some start to draw out various bladed weapons. Two patrons exit the room through an exit in the back. There are now: 5 Triad Members encircling the Dwarf (Tickets), Elf (Blood Fear) and Human (Sam). 3 Bar Patrons that never got up. The Barman and 2 Waitresses. The 2 Elves at the back of the bar (Lorne and Nix). Through the ceiling (phased through) come 2 Foo Lions. One Sits next to one of the Elfs and the other sits next to the Barman. ((Next))
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Seattle
Dec 9, 2006 12:21:42 GMT -5
Post by redjack on Dec 9, 2006 12:21:42 GMT -5
As the defecation hits the ventilation Nix glares at the dwarf and thinks, We would have gotten out of here with nothing more than nasty looks...
Sensing that the situation is escalating out of control Nix weaves a spell to increase his reflexes, all the while hoping it will not be needed.
(( +1 Initiative; +1 Pass; 1 Point of Drain; Holding my free action ))
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Seattle
Dec 9, 2006 18:10:26 GMT -5
Post by Blood Fear on Dec 9, 2006 18:10:26 GMT -5
Initiating Full Defense: Full Dodge ((Next))
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Seattle
Dec 9, 2006 23:24:28 GMT -5
Post by boombaby on Dec 9, 2006 23:24:28 GMT -5
Christoff looks at the patrons, and bolts for the door, readying his extendable baton...
(free action, run, observe in detail = look, simple = ready weapon)
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Seattle
Dec 10, 2006 22:42:22 GMT -5
Post by wombat on Dec 10, 2006 22:42:22 GMT -5
Seeing the dwarf move Lorne follows at a brisk walk, herding the outsiders towards the door. He continues to throw glances around the room, locking anyone who might look ready to make the first move in a stare that suggests they should just keep doing exactly what they're doing - standing still.
He looks to the foo lions as they drop from the ceiling, hoping against all hope that they are purely decorative in nature.
((speech + 10m/turn movement + observe in detail. Lorne continues to move towards the exit at a brisk walk for the next two passes, continuing to watch the foo lion's carefully. Two further perception rolls made if needed: 1 hit on 3rd pass.
--next))
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Seattle
Dec 15, 2006 13:54:09 GMT -5
Post by Xeno Khan on Dec 15, 2006 13:54:09 GMT -5
Time: 10:50.03 Location: Triad Bar
Still in the bar: Blood Fear w/in circle of Triad
Outside: The rest are outside.
((Unless someone wants to continue in Combat, back to free form))
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Seattle
Dec 15, 2006 18:21:23 GMT -5
Post by boombaby on Dec 15, 2006 18:21:23 GMT -5
"Fraggin Drek. Of all the bars in all the towns, you all had ta come inta the one place where I'm at. Sheesh. You'all just about got me geeked...But that about par for the course for THIS day..." Tickets walks back and forth a bit as he talks, his short drarvish arms swinging and swaying as he points and gestures widely. After a moment of ranting, the stocky fellow stops and turns to the rest of the group.
"Well, anyways, I'm Christoff Tickets. You can call me Tickets. And you are all welcome for me saving you in there. 'Cept you." Tickets says, looking at Lorne. "You prolly woulda been fine...Bein friendly with the Triads and all..."
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Seattle
Dec 15, 2006 19:56:29 GMT -5
Post by redjack on Dec 15, 2006 19:56:29 GMT -5
Nix ignores the dwarf, gesturing instead to Lorne, "This way." as he heads towards the van. He fingers his com and signals the troll, "We've made contact and are leaving."
Nix then drops the spell and recasts it, before linking it with his foci.
(( +2 boxes drain; +2 Init, +2 passes))
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Seattle
Dec 16, 2006 14:11:50 GMT -5
Post by wombat on Dec 16, 2006 14:11:50 GMT -5
"Pleased to meet you Mr Tickets." Lorne says impassively. "But none of you are going to want to hang around this area for much longer."
He points to a nearby black sedan, speaking to Nix.
"I've got my own transport. Send me the coordinates or I'll follow you."
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Seattle
Dec 16, 2006 20:19:42 GMT -5
Post by redjack on Dec 16, 2006 20:19:42 GMT -5
Nix stops after Lorne speaks, turning to the elf. "What are you talking about?" He says quite confused, "YOU have the coordinates we need..."
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Dec 16, 2006 20:40:58 GMT -5
Post by wombat on Dec 16, 2006 20:40:58 GMT -5
"So we're playing ball." Lorne notes approvingly. "Alright, follow behind."
He heads over to the Sedan.
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Seattle
Dec 16, 2006 21:02:38 GMT -5
Post by redjack on Dec 16, 2006 21:02:38 GMT -5
Nix continues to the van with Sam as Howser pulls around. He jumps in at points to the sedan, "Our contact is there. Heavy tattoos on his back.. Probably Yakuza. The bar was a triad bar." Nix looks back to the door, still waiting for Blood Fear to come out. After he quickly belts in he tells the others, "Be right back" and he projects, looking for Blood Fear..
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Seattle
Dec 17, 2006 1:23:28 GMT -5
Post by boombaby on Dec 17, 2006 1:23:28 GMT -5
Tickets watches the interplay between the elves closely. The one, the latecomer to the meeting, and apparently the talker for the group, completely ignored Christoff, which was fine. He was more interested in the Johnson anyways. And that was the elf that spoke with him...
Christoff looked thoughtfully after the Triad friendly elf, who seemed to be testing the other elf.
Lorne pointed to a black sedan nearby."I've got my own transport. Send me the coordinates or I'll follow you."
Nix stops after Lorne speaks, turning to the elf. "What are you talking about?" He says quite confused, "YOU have the coordinates we need..."
"So we're playing ball." Lorne notes approvingly. "Alright, follow behind."
The triad friendly elf headed over to the Sedan and the others went off to their own vehicle.
Christoff scuttled along behind the lone elf, tapping on the sedan window lightly just after the elf climbed behind the wheel. Christoff had being a few steps behind..."Hey chummer, could I have a word?"
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Seattle
Dec 17, 2006 10:42:47 GMT -5
Post by Xeno Khan on Dec 17, 2006 10:42:47 GMT -5
As everyone splits up to their respective transportations, the feel of the neighborhood seems to be mild hostility. The local AR is normal, but the people factor is twitchy.
Almost immediately after getting into your rides a disturbance draws your attention to the bar door. You'll see Blood Fear being escorted out of the bar by his waitress who has him in a hammer-lock. He smile could probably be seen on the moon. The waitress whispers something in his ear and then kicks him to the curb, literally. He falls on his ass and starts to laugh. He quickly gets up and dusts himself off then gets on his bike, then signals to the van that he's ready to follow.
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