[Day: Monday, October 1, 2062. Time: 8:00 p.m.] [It's a snowy, fridgid day in Tokyo. Traffic is jammed, streets are stalled, and a watermain burst leaves much of the city without water. Luckily, you're in London, England! It's cooler here, and there's no traffic to worry, at least not in the area you're in.] [The segment of the city you are presently located at is technically downtown, but it's kind of on the outskirts of downtown, where not many people travel. But it's not a bad part of the city.] (There's not enough people for it to BE a bad part of the city. You actually need people to do the beating up) [And yes, you're all there. Even you. Where? You're approaching a street light at the corner of Hampshire and Lakely streets (which, if they don't exist in London at the present, will in the future!)] (Chikins.) (Chikins of the future?) (FUTURECHIKINS) (CHIKINS! IN! SPAAAAAAACE!) (That's DB. *cough*) (Okay, who stuck Virgil in a spacecraft?) (Nasira dunnit. ) (You know your game's a hit when there's random references in other games OOC commentary) [Why? You each got a certain letter from a group calling itself "MC" about an offer for work keeping the peace among supernaturals, although truth be told it's more like community service than a job.] (Not when it's from the players. ^^) [What (did the letter say)? Not much. After outlining the details, it told you to meet here and see a man named Togo (he's a PC, so he probably won't kill you).] (Probably.) [When? Now.] (Maybe) [And Who? You guys!] [So... you're there! Or getting there!] [Session Start!] * Togo has been standing there for a while now, so he's likely been there since before any of you got there. He's a tall, lean guy, 6'3, 180 lbs, with straight white hair parted in the middle coming down to cover his ears. He's wearing a dark green shirt, brown cargoish pants, and a dark copper brown trenchcoat, along with dark opaque shades. [And as a side note, the surrounding area has various small buildings, none over four stories tall. On the corner you're gathering at is a part time cafe, part time bar. Nearby that is a Chinese shop. A comic shop is across the street, and an auto shop is a short distance away. There's also a martial arts supply store not far from there. And finally, there's a parking garage and apartment building.] * Togo also has, as you'll be able to see once you get close, scars eminating from under the shades in a starburst-like pattern. * Lukas is almost there! And just about 6'5" at that. He has slightly wavy long blonde hair, tied back, blue eyes, a stubbly beard, and is wearing a heavy leather jacket over a blue shirt. And jeans and black boots. Oh, and he's carrying a DOLL (which will be desced shortly.) (Lukas is the tall.) ( You people are freakin' huge. ) (I am freaking huge.) (This makes up for all the short Japanese people last game. ;p) ( So's Togo :P ) (All of these Luk-names. @@) ( Lucky you. ) * Alys is whistling some tune that she heard on the radio the other day, walking so that the steps match the beat. Her blonde hair is very pale, with the top half in a ponytail while the bottom half is in a braid. She's skinny enough to look bony, although not really underfed. She looks like she's in her young-to- mid teens, 5'2", and is wearing a shirt that says, "You can tell me blonde jokes, but I won't get them." * Alys' jeans have a chain clipped to the belt loop at the top of each leg, leading down to a bulging pocket at the bottom of each leg. She stops suddenly and stares at the comic shop. She -really- wants to go to the comic shop. But she doesn't. * Lukas gets to the Togo and looks him over. "Togo, yeah?" * Khalil walks up to the intersection staring at the note. He isn't quite looking where he's going, but enough that he stays on the sidewalk. He's a reasonably tall (6'), lanky individual with wiry muscle and somewhat disheveled shoulder length black straight hair whose bangs flop over chocolate brown eyes. Yet this appearance actually makes him look a little cute. [Said doll is the 1'6" tall and wearing a black and white frilly outfit that unfortunately went out of style several hundred years ago, sixty years ago and last week. It was called gothic-lolita. It's also sporting black butterfly wings. It's quite beautiful in a plastic and miniature sort of way and has long dark blue hair spilling down its back and matching eyes.] * Khalil looks to be about college age, probably a Freshman or Sophomore (or whatever the British equivalent is) but has dark skin that seems to be of Arabic descent (though on the light side of the Arabic spectrum). He's wearing a long beige traditional oversized robe which swishes as he walks. Yet just underneath the robe is a glimpse of western clothing. * Togo eye- well, no. He looks at Lukas, then at the approaching Alys and Khalil before directing his attention back to Lukas. "They gave you my name, but didn't bother giving me anyone's names. Typical." *pauses* "Yeah, I'm Togo. You?" * Khalil speaks with an obvious accent, and comes off as a foreigner who's learned British English from school rather than naturally. "Excuse please but who are "they"? * Alys stops staring at the comic shop and looks over at Togo. "Oh, you're Togo? I'm Alys Onedyr. Is this that 'MC' thing?" She pronounces her name 'Alice Wonder'. * Khalil stops at the intersection. The back of his robe manages to swish just a little more before stopping. Damned if I know, and yes. I'll get into it more when everyone's here. Supposed to be seven total, myself included. ....Is there time for me to go across the street for a minute? * Khalil runs his right hand through his hair, looking idly at the others. "I do hope so. I am rather confus-ed at the moment." * Lukas glances over at the others butting into his introduction, then says, "Since this is business, call me Volt." * Togo quirks a half-grin. "Sure. But get on my bad side, and I'll start calling you Sparky the Wonder Lad." * Khalil turns to gaze at Lukas steadily. * Lukas chuckles deeply. "I'll try not to." He pats the doll idly. And you have...an idol? * Alys forgets about her need for comics and looks at the doll instead. "Pretty." *turns to Alys* We're two short, so sure. But make it quick. *turns to Khalil* And you? YES! Be right back! Ah. Do be forgiving my manners. I... * Alys runs off for the comic store. * Khalil bows deeply to Togo, the back of his robe twitching again. "Khalil bin Harith, at your service. Though..." He slowly raises up and hides his hands in his robe. "I still am confused as to what this is about..." [The comic store has a large selection of comics. Most of it is American imports. There's only a small section for manga.] * Lukas glances at Alys running, then to Khalil as Togo does. "That makes all of us, I think." [Popular titles are: X-men, X-Calibur, X-Box, and Kirbykomics] Like I said. Once everyone's here, I'll explain best I can. * Alys looks for the DC/Marvel crossover comic with Duct Tape Box Man. [Alys finds two copies!] Yes, but in the meanwhile, I am left in the...how do you put it? "In the dark?" I am so confused as to your idioms here. Join the club. * Alys takes the copy and almost leaves! Then she remembers to pay for it first, and goes back to the group with her lovely purchase. Hi, sorry, thanks. ( The 'join the club' was in response to Khalil's first statement, not the second. For the record. ) (Yes, ha ha.) * Lukas turns to Alys. (I kind of figured, yes. ^_~ It'd be pretty sad if Togo didn't know idioms.) * Khalil glances at this "comic book" curiously. No prob. *rubs at his wrist* They're late. Bad way to start things off. * Alys grins at Khalil. "Pretty, isn't it?" It is....certainly there are more important things to spend your money on? ...No, not really. * Lukas turns back to Togo as he rolls his eyes. "Yeah." * Togo mutters. "Well, three outta six on time isn't bad for the first time." It'd be hard to be late when you're the person starting it. It's not as if you would miss something. * Ashley strolls out of the cafe, fashionably late. And from what you can tell, fashionable is his middle name. Long untied blonde hair, bright blue eyes, classically-beautiful Adonis-style refined features. He's 5'10", roughly 185 lbs, and looks pretty well-formed under his chocolate-and-cream-colored fall ensemble, looking right out of the latest Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. * Khalil taps his foot. "I was in the middle of R:TI before I came here. I hope this is important." * Ashley is HAWT, carrying a latte, and grinning widely as he strolls up to the group. * Alys stares at Ashley. (She) (She. Is loligoth she.) ( Ah, okie. ) Morning! Which one of you is Togo? I'm Togo. You're late. So sorry. Wouldn't do to be without caffeine, though. * Lukas glances at Ashley. Well, okay, he actually seems to be looking more at his outfit. * Ashley holds up his coffee cup, then takes a sip. * Khalil eyes Ashley. And starts frowning. * Togo stares expressionlessly at Ashley. "No big deal for today. Will be a big deal from now on. Don't make it a habit." That is...an extravagant outfit. This culture is very odd. * Khalil sighs and throws up his hands. "There is so much to learn." * Ashley holds up his free hand placatingly. "Alright, alright. No need to get testy, love." "Testy"? Okay, still waiting on two... if they're not here in a few minutes, I'll get started and let them catch up. * Ashley takes a sip of his latte and looks around at the others appraisingly. * Alys grins brightly at Ashley. "Hi! I'm Alys." * Khalil looks at Ashley and smooths down his robe. It seems like he's steadying it. * Togo pauses, and looks from person to person. "Alys... Khalil... Volt..." *pauses at Ashley* ( I'm pausing too much. I must secretly be Captain N! ) * Ashley nods to Alys. "Morning." He either ignores Togo or is oblivious. ( Which makes Ten either Megaman or Gameboy. ) (... Does that make Ashley Simon?) ( Ashely is- yes. ) ... okay, screw this. Explanation incoming. [Suddenly a sixth person arrives!] * Khalil regards...Togo...or maybe not. The seventh/six person throws him off. (6 1/2) ( 6.10 =P ) (Ten is one/tenth!) (/nick Tenth) * Togo glares at the newcomer. "Very late. Not a good way to start." * Khalil turns back to Togo. "I presume that you are the....coordinator of these events?" [It's a woman. She looks to be in her early twenties, and is fairly attractive. She's got short black hair, evened at chin-length, and blue eyes. She's wearing a red corset and black leather pants. "Excuse me?" ( What are you talking about? I'm just her to buy a book man!) (At least it's not a woman with Kirby's face) * Togo frowns. "Were you supposed to meet a group of people here, or are you just some random passerby that I'm confusing and scaring right now? * Ashley looks to the new person. "Oh, hello, Miranda. Nice to see you today." He waves with his free hand. * Lukas turns towards at the woman and looks her over too, with a faint smile creeping across his lips. Okay, good. Not scaring the civvies. Always a plus. * Khalil looks at the woman. His robe twitches. [Miranda raises an eyebrow at Togo. She turns to Ashley and smiles, waving. "I am supposed to meet a group of people here, yes. Do any of you go by the moniker 'Togo'?"] Yup. And, like I said. Late. First time, last time. From here on out, punctuality is not optional. So is this all of the expected guests? [Miranda shrugs. "What ever. Here." She tosses something at Togo.] (It explodes!) 2d8-2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Togo (2d8-2) and gets 3. [Togo catches it! It's a set of keys. "There you go. You'll find the stairs to your new loft at the back of my place."] * Alys is still sort-of-watching Ashley. * Ashley sips his coffee and looks up at a bird. * Togo looks confused for a moment, then tilts his head. "Not a group member. You're representing our backers, then?" "I'm sorry? You did purchase the loft, did you not? You are Togo?" This organization seems rather uninformative. ... right. Sorry. Done through my employers. Forgot all about it. Thanks. Your place is? [She jerks a thumb at it. It's the cafe/bar on the corner. 'Miranda's' is the name. It's a cafe by day, bar by night! And it's a two-story building.] Gotcha. Thanks. * Ashley holds up his cup. "Fantastic lattes, and you really must try the scones." (Hello, dears.) ( ... if Herman Munster walks into the scene, I'm leaving ) ["By all means. I don't know what kind of business you're planning on doing there, but with the amount of money I got from that sale, I don't really care either. Feel free to stop by for a drink some time."] (It's an invisible man!) * Lukas glances over to Ashley, then back to Miranda with a smile. "Well, if we must, maybe after this is over." [Miranda turns and heads into the bar. "Ciao."] * Togo waits until Miranda is out of earshot... "Right. This is why I hate working for secretive organizations. Can get embarrassing." *sighs* "Anyway. I was about to explain why we're all standing here..." * Lukas turns back to Togo, still smiling faintly. He strokes the doll's hair with one finger idly. * Khalil watches Togo. And the doll. And Lukas by association. * Togo clears his through, and his expression darkens. "As I hope all of you know, there are things that walk the Earth that shouldn't. Demons in our midst. The dead awaken. All that kinda fun stuff." ( s/through/throat ) * Alys finally turns to look at Togo. * Brett sets mode: +v Herman For a long, long time, these things were kept in check by an extremely loose association of occultists and other do-gooders around the world, most of whom had little or no contact with each other. All things considered, they did a pretty damn good job of it, because the problem never really got out into the public. * Ashley looks back down to Togo, smiling still, and sipping at his coffee. Plus, the world hasn't ended. Another good sign. * Herman is walking down the street riiiight about now. Now? Yes, now. He's in his mid twenties, just under six feet with a decent build, and he has short, spiked (probably dyed) black hair, medium brown eyes, and fair skin. His ears are pierced - the right one twice. His outfit's what could be typical biker fare: washed out jeans, some sort of beaten up shirt, studded leather jacket, and boots. Oh, and he's carrying a metal pipe over one shoulder. * Khalil thinks on that for a moment. "I do believe the Qu'ran mentions something of the sort, yes." * Herman is also looking at a note of some sort. He's not a bad looking guy, though mother taking home is probably out. What with the pipe and all. * Lukas' smile slips away. ( No joke. Herman's shirt was ambushed this morning. They beat it up and stole its lunch money. ) (Seriously.) (That's why I'm late.) * Herman glances up, then shoves the note into one pocket and meanders over to the group. * Togo looks over at Herman. "Really, *really* fucking late. Here's what you missed: Demons. Bad. Dead walking. Bad. Lotsa people who fight them. No real organization." *scowls* "Consider yourself caught up." But...Allah protects us, does he not? * Ashley casts a lackadaisical glance at Herman... and his eyes stick for a moment. Then he unsticks them and rolls his gaze back to Togo. * Herman nods. "Really, very enlightening," he says, not sounding enlightened at all. His accent marks him as from around here. Oh my GOD, a native. Get him. ( Actually, Allah only protects the Buddhists. ) ( It's funny how these religions work out in the end. ) (I really ought to have mentioned that, if it didn't come across. Ashley's got a London accent as well.) (Every god protects the people of another religion. So we're all screwed.) (Yeah, Alys lives in London too.) ... anyway. Things had gotten really, really bad a whole lotta times over the years, but the last few decades the bad times have been particularly bad. Nasty incident in Transylvania a couple decades back caught a lot of people's attention. (Be every religion! Buddhachristiawiccajew!) * Lukas has looked at Herman too, but is at least looking back at Togo now. * Herman yawns. He glances at the others. Ashley gets a blink. The doll gets two. (Alys - Universal Unitarian.) (Buddhachristiawiccajew is more fun to say. :p) (What about Muslim?) 'bout eight or nine years ago, an organization called HESO was founded. Meant to be a trans-European supernatural fighting organization, based outta France. *pauses* Which should've set off warning signs from the start, really. (And Hindu?) ( Just say Japanese and be done with it :P ) [The doll does its best to look inanimate. It's doing a good job of it too.] About a year ago, HESO's England branch got into a pissing match with the main office over the fact that it wasn't getting its fair share of resources. Long story short, HESO pulled out. And ever since, things have gone down the shitter. * Khalil just listens to Togo for now. He's every once and a while glancing at the other participants in this crazy game. * Ashley sips coffee and lets Togo exposit. Things have been getting really, really ugly. The bad guys know there's no organized opposition here, and they're flooding in. Various freelancers have been trying to do what they can, but we're being overwhelmed. * Alys doesn't seem to be looking at anything. She's facing Togo, but her expression is distant. So how much are we gettin' paid? So we have been...recruited? * Lukas smiles at that. As you can prolly tell, I'm American. Was liaison to HESO from a similar American organization. When HESO went bust, my job was to do what I can while trying to figure out who was gonna rise up to replace them *eyes Herman and Khalil* Getting to that... [The word "recruited" is pretty heavy on the accent.] ( "I'm innocent! I'm an American!" "Oho! You can't make up your mind, eh?" ) * Herman rolls his eyes at hearing that Togo's American. Bloody Americans, think they can run everything. Was contacted by a group calling itself MC. No first-hand contact. E-mail only, offering me info. Was skeptical at first, but their info's been solid. *scowls* If lacking in important details like, say, the names of the people I'll be working with. * Togo rubs the back of his neck, and leans back against the lamppost. "So here's the deal, boys and girls." (Togo gains +1 Lame) (/agree) (/disagree. It's +2 lame) (I was being generous. It's just the first session.) (Okay. We'll give him a first session bonus) Things are getting really bad. Streets running red with blood bad. I know jack shit about the people organizing all this, except that they know what's going on. They brought all of us together to do something to stop what's going on. No pay, no benefits, no fancy gear. They'll spring for basics, but that's it. If you ain't into fighting the good fight, you're in the wrong place. * Ashley frowns a little. "I was hoping they would, in fact, provide pay. Alas." I don't really care about the good fight. Is it okay if I'm here because I have nothing better to do? * Lukas frowns. "How basic are the basics we're talking?" * Khalil frowns too. "Would they at least put forth towards my tuition?" * Herman opens his mouth, then pauses, and then just shuts it and looks to Lukas when he says that. * Togo shrugs. "Boredom works." *turns to Lukas" "Ammo. That loft to serve as our meeting place. The very basics." No nifty team van. No super jet. No Batcave. This all seems very...how do you say it? * Khalil gestures vaguely. I say it 'crappy'. Mmm. Batcave. This 'crappy' works indeed. * Lukas looks Togo over. "I don't do ammo. I do computers." You have no idea how crappy. Truly. I mean, what if my wardrobe is destroyed? HESO had a salary, benefits, the works. This... it's a stopgap, but it's all there is. * Herman folds his arms and just says, "Yeah, maybe I should go to some other place. No *pay*? Christ, do they realize that this is fucking work? No wonder England's turning into a hellhole." * Herman turns the pipe over in his hand. "I don't do ammo, either, but I gotta eat." * Khalil sighs. "I was hoping for greater insight than this. Instead..." He opens his eyes. It ain't much of pitch, I know. There *is* no pitch. (And now the entire team migrates to France because they pay.) * Lukas chuckles. (Darn right.) Oh! Right. I meant to ask. Are you an equal opportunity employer? Not that I don't mind being surrounded by tall men, but it's a bit weird. (Yeah, really.) Some of us DO have jobs, you realize. I did not suspect I would be working with a female either. *looks at Alys* Prolly. *to Ashley* Keep your day jobs. This is a night gig, for the most part. * Herman shakes his head and checks Ashley out again. * Khalil sighs. "I do not drink coffee. Or tea. I am not certain I can do nights.." Do you drink hot chocolate? * Khalil thinks about that. "I suppose that I could in some small sum." All I can really offer is a chance to do some good and kick the living shit out of some bad guys. *pauses; deadpan* And my endearing personality. * Lukas chuckles to himself. "Well, since you're not paying, it's not like it's a commitment, right?" ( That's what you think ) (Yeah, yeah. Lukas, the eternal optimist.) ... lemme put it this way. Since he's not paying, it's not like it's anything. Can you quit at any time? Sure. * Ashley sliiiiides his glance over to Herman. Then sliiiides it over to Khalil. Then sliiiides it to Lukas, then baaaack to Togo. Then he takes a sip of latte, makes a face, and drops it in a nearby trashcan. Should you be quitting when a few hundred zombies are overrunning Derbeyshire? No. * Alys feels left out. She wants a sliiiide too! Zombies are always running over bloody Derbeyshire. It's like a bloody zombie magnet. Ugh, zombies are sure to ruin my good sweaters. ( Volt should join in! Do the Electric sliiiiiiiiiiide. ) * Lukas snickers at Herman, then nods. "Yeah. Dunno what you want me to do on the zombie front, but you need information, and you sound like you do, I'm your man." Zombies? Really? I'm in! I've never seen a zombie before. * Togo eyes Lucas. "You do intel? Oh, thank god." Think a human with rotting flesh and you about got it. Maybe his eye'll fall out while he tries to eat you. * Alys grins. "Eeeeeew." Yeah, nasty stuff. Good luck with that. I am...I am not certain what they wish me to do. But I can offer my services when able.. * Togo looks back at the others. "That's all there is." *nods at Khalil* "The rest of you?" Like I said, good luck with that. * Herman sidles over to Ashley and pats him on the back. "And get that make up checked, man." He turns and starts walking off. * Ashley rubs his chin and gives a momentary glance to Alys. "It might be fun for a while, anyhow." He starts as Herman touches him, and turns to stare at his back. * Togo sighs. "Always one coward." * Lukas chuckles. "Big man's right. But we like ya, so you need a computer busted, you call, and Volt'll be there." He pulls a card from his backpack and hands it to Togo. I do not think "coward" is the word that applies. The offer does not seem very...what is the word? Good? I was thinking of another but yes, that works. * Togo nods at Lukas. "Wanna at least see the BatLoft?" * Alys gets over the fact that Ashley finally looked at her and turns to Lukas. "We?" * Lukas taps the Doll on the head, while saying, "Nah. Just try not to make it a constant thing." Beat, and a grin. "Wanted to catch a drink with our punk friend. Maybe salvage something from this." ( I like him more than you.) * Khalil eyes Lukas as he speaks, then shakes his head. "This standing is getting us no where. If we must talk, we should at least talk somewhere we can sit, yes?" * Ten raises an arm stiffly and waves. "Good. Bye." Good lord, what the devil is that? ... right. Better'n nothing. *offers a hand; STARES down at the doll* * Lukas grins. "Wonders of technology, kiddies. I'll be seeing you." (What? It's 2062 and you've never seen a bloody mechanical doll before?) * Lukas turns and walks off after Herman. She's so pretty. Bye! (Probably not, knowing Brett's slow-advancing tech.) (Welcome to the future ladies and gentlemen.) ( Togo's ex-military. He desn't usually meet peple with talking dolls. ) (He's American. Yes he does!) * Togo looks at the remaining people. "BatLoft?" *jangles keys* I'd probably better get back to the store, before Alex starts worrying. Nice to meet you all! * Alys , despite her words, heads back to the comic shop. (Lukas has Hikaru on his shoulders.) (I did sorta wanna see the bat loft, but I just HAD to catch the smart one. ^_~) (My Mind is above average!) (Er. Cut store for home.) * Togo frowns, and his shoulders sag a bit. "Man, I *suck* at this." I've nothing else to do for the moment. Why not? [There's a beeping from Togo's pocket.] ( It's a bomb! ) * Togo reaches in and pulls out a PDA, running his fingers along the screen and hitting a few buttons. * Khalil glances at Togo. And his contraption. ... e-mail from our sponsors. Is "sponsors" an accurate term? I assumed that "sponsors" meant "one who gives money." * Togo reads it! If you're perceptive, you'll notice Togo's fingers rubbing across the screen back'n forth. Our mysterious organizers, then. The wankers who dragged us down here. ...Such language does not become you, sir. ... okay. Apparently the mannequins in a department store near here have come to life and are trying to kill the night watchman. * Togo looks at Ashley and Khalil. "Up for some after-hours shopping?" * Khalil sighs. "I suppose I have no choice..." * Ashley ignores Khalil. "Ah, a pleasant first assignment. At least I might get a discount." * Togo nods, and starts a-walkin'. "Always got a choice. But let's go with the one that saves the poor security guard, hmm?" ( /me boggles at how you guys split up already ) (Carrot isn't big enough.) (Actually, it's more like it's non-existent.) (They can pull Alys out of the store?) ( They can, yeah. ) * Khalil reaches into his robe and pulls out a thin whip from somewhere, keeping it coiled. "Which direction is it?" ( It would probably be a good idea, too. :P ) * Ashley puts his hands in his pockets and breathes. "Such a nice day for a scrap, too." This way. *walks* [Somehow they bump into Alys on the way anyhow! OMG!] Oh, hi again! Am I being stalked? Or did I stalk you subconsciously? Latter. Department store overrun by evil mannequins. Interested? Mm.... sure. Cool. Follow us. Right-o. ( Sometimes the simplest sales pitches are the best. ) This sounds like something out of a video game. (Yes, Togo, you are so good at the sales pitch. ;P) ( No, I suck. Which is why 4/7 of the team left. ) I'll admit, it's a bit... sillier than the other missions I've gotten. Still, civvies in danger. What are the mannequins doing that's evil? I could attempt to find the others if it would help... (They're wearing last seasons clothes!) They could be misguided mannequins. Deluded mannequins. Fashionably challenged mannequins. Homicidal mannequins. Good lord, I hope not the latter. That means a discount at the store would be worthless. ....That would be evil-ish, yeah. * Togo shakes his head at Khalil. "Not now. Lukas said he's a non-combat guy, and the other one..." He shall come around, Allah willing. Not too fond of that one, myself. But yes, I do believe it is important to defend yourself in this situation. [But anyhow! Some time later, you get to the department store. It's dark inside, but there's low lights on. Gimme sight checks.] 2d8-2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Khalil (2d8-2) and gets 4. 2d8 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Ashley (2d8) and gets 7. 2d8 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Alys (2d8) and gets 7. 2d8-4 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Ashley (2d8-4) and gets 6. 2d8-6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Togo (2d8-6) and gets 2. ( Made ) (...how can a blind man get a -6 for sight checks?) ( Heightened Awareness. ) (It's still a SIGHT check. >.>) (He's amazing) ( And glasses that let him kinda-see ) (Fine fine. I'll concede "future-tech") [Everyone sees it: the night watchman is in there, cautiously backing away from a number of mannequins. He doesn't look scared, but rather at a complete loss for what to do. Meanwhile, more mannequins are generally trashing the rest of the store for no apparent reason.] * Ashley walks behind a clothing rack, coming out the other side. He shakes his head. "These are all last season's fashions. Tsk." * Alys unclips her chains and pulls them out of the pockets, revealing a small weight at the end of each one. * Togo pulls a black shotgun with what looks like a revolver clip attached to the bottom behind the pump from his trench coat, and chambers a round with a loud KA-CHAK. ( Everyone gimme init rolls. ) * Khalil walks in cautiously, and most of all silently, in towards the store. His eyes seem focused and determined. 2d8+14 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Khalil (2d8+14) and gets 17. 2d8+5 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Alys (2d8+5) and gets 12. 2d8+7 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Ashley (2d8+7) and gets 15. 2d8+14 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Togo (2d8+14) and gets 22. (*considers* Uh...can I DR init rolls? :P) ( Yes. ) 2d8+14 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Khalil (2d8+14) and gets 24. ( Why you'd want to is beyond me, but yes :P ) (This is a point, but still. It's first session!) [Khalil, Togo, Alys, Ashley, Watchman, mannequins.] [Khalil's turn] * Khalil sneaks over to a dark area of the store where he'll least likely be spotted and cracks the whip out at the nearest mannequin to catch it and send it into the other mannequins. 2d8-2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Khalil (2d8-2) and gets 7. [Khalil hits one mannequin, knocking it into another. The mannequins take note, and some of them start turning his way. They move slowly and jerkily.] [Togo's turn] * Togo takes a couple of steps towards the group of mannequins heading to Khalil, and opens fire with his shotgun. 2d8-3 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Togo (2d8-3) and gets 7. ( Togo has too many dang weapons ) ( s'why I made you that nifty combat guide ) [Togo blasts three of them! However, the shotgun doesn't seem to do too much damage to the things. They seem pretty durable.] [Alys's turn] * Alys, grinning, runs toward a mannequin and swings the weights at it, one after the other. 2 2d8-2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Alys (2 2d8-2) and gets 3 5. * Togo scowls. "Tougher than I thought..." [The chains collide with the mannequin, taking off a few wooden chunks from it.] [Ashley's turn] (wood mannequins? wow, some future.) (They're freakishly durable wooden mannequins, though. It's futuristic wood!) (Actualy they're FUTURE! particleboard) * Ashley drops to a crouch, works his way forward, and then moves his hand in an arc in front of him, throwing out dozens of shiny silver daggers. 2d8-2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Ashley (2d8-2) and gets 14, a CRITICAL FAILURE!!! "Death is temporary, only failure is forever. You may have just done both." (throws his hands up in success) ( Welcome to MC3! ) ( I like critfails! ) [Ashley throws some knives. He misses all the mannequins, but manages to perforate a nice £20 suit.] ( It deserved it.) Oh, damn and blast. Perhaps the only decent piece of clothing in the store. (Isn't "nice suit" and 20 pounds an oxymoron in itself? :P) [The watchman glances over your way. "Hey! Be careful! I'll lose my job if you do too much damage!"] (Does that mean setting the place on fire to kill the mannequins is a bad idea?) (Nah. It'd get the annoying watchman too) ( Prolly. ) [And the mannequins attack. But they're so slow that their attacks are easy to anticipate.] [Khalil's turn] * Khalil swings to catch one of the mannequins by the foot and swing it into a few more. 2d8-2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Khalil (2d8-2) and gets 12. [That doesn't quite work out, though.] [Togo's turn] * Togo scowls s'more. "Screw this." He shoves the shotgun back into his trenchcoat, pulls out a grey gun that looks like a sleeker Tommy gun, and opens fire at the largest group of manequins that isn't right on top of anyone. 2d8-3 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Togo (2d8-3) and gets 6. [That does a munch better job, as Togo splinters two of the mannequins.] ( Actually, more like 3, and busts up a fourth pretty bad ) [Alys's turn] You know, they don't really seem all that homicidal. Just sort of destructive. I mean, maybe they could kill me if I was asleep... * Alys doesn't seem nearly as excited, but swings her weights at a mannequin anyway. 2 2d8-2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Alys (2 2d8-2) and gets 8 8. [Alys takes a good chunk out of it.] [Ashley's turn] * Ashley rolls his eyes, then stares at the mannequins for a moment. Still, someone's doin' this. 2d8-4 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Ashley (2d8-4) and gets 8. Well, obviously. Are you sure they're not just trying to become organized labour? [The watchman! He watches.] Hey, guy that works here! Did you see anything weird -before- the mannequins went wonky? [The mannequins suddenly stop moving. They do grab whatever clothing is nearest to them, however, and start tearing it up.] [Kahlil's turn] [He shakes his head. "I went to the WC for a minute and when I came back, they were like this!"] * Khalil sighs and rolls up his whip. "It would seem the clothes are more important than us. Perhaps they object to this type of fashion..." He goes forward towards one of the mannequins and pulls the clothes out of its grip with one hand while elbowing it hard with the other arm. 2d8-4 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Khalil (2d8-4) and gets 0. 2d8-3 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Khalil (2d8-3) and gets 6. No, they're not moving because they're confused, is all. [Khalil knocks the mannequin to the ground. He also finds that the mannequin's chest is quite hard. He's not injured, but it would probably be a good idea not to hit them unarmed again.] [Togo's turn] I don't get this. All the missions I've been given... they've been serious shit going down. This... * Togo shrugs, and resumes fire on the group of mannequins he was working on last round with his machine gun. 2d8-3 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Togo (2d8-3) and gets 6. [Togo destroys the mannequins. Only two left.] Further undermines your recruiting efforts? [They start crying blood. Or, not exactly. Some weird red and yellow liquid that collects, turning into a strange blob-like monster. Then the mannequins collapse.] [Alys's turn] Oh dear. That's not going to wash out. * Alys yelps, runs back a bit, digs a spirit ward out of her pocket, and throws it at the blob thing. 2d8-2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Alys (2d8-2) and gets 2. * Khalil watches carefully. "This...perhaps is more, how do they say, "up your alley"? [The spirit ward lands on the blob. It makes a blooble sound as it starts sizzling.] [Ashley's turn] Apparently not. ( Hee. Blooble. ) (Shar is easily amused) Yeah, kinda. ( You betcha. ) * Ashley looks at the blob steadily. 2d8-4 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Ashley (2d8-4) and gets 6. (Ashley makes the blob fall madly in love with him just by looking at it) ( *ting*?) (Hell no. He's not Gideon.) [The blob doesn't appear to be so fazed as the mannequins were. It gloobs, and spits a bit of goo at Togo, who needs a def roll!] ( Blob thing. You make my heart sing. o/~ ) (...now you're making me imagine "Seduction (Blobs)" as a skill) 2d8-3 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Togo (2d8-3) and gets 10. [The goo hits Togo's arm and sizzles, burning through his clothes and skin. Ew.] ( It'll come into play at least.. 3 times minimum in a BrettGame, I guarantee it. ) [Actually, watchman's turn] [The watchman throws his nightstick at it. It lands in the blob and dissolves shortly after. The watchman grimaces. "Ugh. How am I going to explain this to my boss?" [Khalil's turn] * Khalil watches the blob carefully, edging against the wall. He looks around for something to throw because punching an acidic blob or trying to gib it with a whip somehow seems like a bad idea. [Khalil sees a wastebasket.] * Khalil picks up the wastebasket and chucks it at the blob. Beggers can't be choosers. 2d8 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Khalil (2d8) and gets 13. * Togo hisses as he gets burned. [Khalil misses by a mile.] [Togo's turn] ... okay, grenades are out. Too much spatter... bullets are no good... shotgun it is. *shoves the machine gun back into his coat; pulls out his shotgun; chambers a round and fires at the blob* 2d8-3 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Togo (2d8-3) and gets 9. [Togo blasts a good-sized portion of the blob to oblobion.] [Alys's turn!] * Alys pulls out a more powerful spirit ward, takes a deep breath, and throws it at the blob. 2d8-2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Alys (2d8-2) and gets 12. [Alys throws the ward past the blob.] [Ashley's turn] 2d8-4 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Ashley (2d8-4) and gets 5. [The blob gains the shape of an igloo.] ... Unexpected, that. [It crawls away a bit and regains its shape.] [Khalil's turn] * Khalil stays edged to a wall. "Are you quite *certain* that obtaining help would not be useful." (Holding action until someone responds to his question :P) [Togo's turn] * Togo advances on the blob, pumping another shell into the shotgun and firing. "Useful, yes. Necessary, no. But if you wanna try, be my guest." 2d8-3 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Togo (2d8-3) and gets 3. [Togo blasts more of the blob away.] [Alys's turn!] * Alys looks around for a fire alarm. [Alys sees one next to a fire extinguisher.] * Alys grabs the extinguisher, runs to the blob, and sprays at the thing. 2d8-2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Alys (2d8-2) and gets 6. [The blob is sprayed! And interestingly enough, it hardens and stops moving.] Hah! Take that, you stupid bugger! So, um.... what do we do with it now? [The watchman shrugs.] I doubt it will stay like that for long. Shatter it, perhaps? I'm not touching that thing. No way. * Togo pulls out a grenade. "This would probably work. But I'd suggest we get some distance first." ...this does not seem very helpful to the watchman... [The watchman stares at Togo. "What, are you crazy?!"] * Ashley eyes the grenade, then looks down at his clothes. "I would certainly agree." ... point. Sorry. Old habits. Hey, we're getting rid of the blob, right? Not like we're getting paid. * Togo stows the grenade, and turns to Alys. "Were those things you were throwing at it wards?" * Khalil sighs and puts his whip away, tucking his hand back in his robes and walking forward to inspect the blob. Yes. Why? Chuck a couple at it. See if it helps. If not... *lifts shotgun* * Ashley brushes dust off his sweater, and eyes Khalil warily. 2d8+2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Khalil (2d8+2) and gets 11. * Alys shrugs. "Sure." She pulls out one of her stronger wards and two regular ones, and throws them all at the used-to-be-a-blob. [The blob is hit with a bunch of wards and fizzles, then sorta turns into a puddle.] ... that worked. We win! * Ashley raises his eyebrows. "Fairly impressive." * Khalil backs away from the puddle. "Yes. Although you should warn me about that first." ( Then it rises anew from the puddle and eats you, Kirby-style. ) [The watchman boggles. "Can't say I ever saw that before."] Ah, my poor wards. You died well. That we do. Nice job, folks. *pauses* Guess a giant acidic blob qualifies as dangerous. *turns to the watchman* I'd appreciate it if you never said you saw that. I know some guys at London PD who'll have your bosses giving you a raise for single-handedly chasing off a gang of hooligans. "Uh... Yeah. Sure." [He scratches his head. "How am I going to explain this mess?"] * Khalil rubs his head. "An error in the water system? Just some gunk they threw around to mess things up. "Ehh... I'll think of something. Thanks for getting rid of that thing." Don't mention it. *grins* Not a problem. That was kind of fun. Yes, although I am afraid I have some limitations in this field. [Session End!]