<@Brett> [Date: Monday, March 28th. Time: 12:15 p.m.] <@Brett> [Location: Docklands, Stockholm, Sweden] <@Brett> [Nigel meets up with Montana and Tilda at a little cafe not far from the port.] <@Brett> [Start] <@Brett> [Tilda's drinking a coffee. Because why not? She's dressed in a short dress with a low front, a white faux-fur-lined coat and has a pair of shades on. <@Brett> ] * Montana is dressed like he always is, hat and all. He also has some coffee, and his stubble is just starting to grow back. * Nigel is dressed in a suit. He managed to scrounge one up somewhere. He sighs and has a seat in front of Montana and Tilda. "Well... Can we get the bracelet now?" <@Brett> Tilda sips her coffee. "You sure you're British? Putting business before tea and crumpet time? <@Brett> " * Nigel shakes his head. "I'm just not very happy about you having stolen something from such a nice young woman." He sighs. "I very much enjoyed speaking with her last night, and besides we have to join back up with the others. Who knows what kind of trouble Miss Johnson has gotten into in our absence." * Montana rolls his eyes to Tilda. "What'd I tell you 'bout Nigel havin' a conscience?" <@Brett> [Tilda grins. "I'm sure you did. In fact, word is you did a lot more than just speak to her."] * Nigel shrugs. "It is rude to turn down a request from royalty... And it's not really anybody's business. We should be going..." * Montana downs more coffee, then says, "Hate to say it, but he's got a point." <@Brett> [Tilda finishes her coffee and stands. "Sounds like I'm not the only one who stole something last night." Then she heads out of the cafe, towards the pier.] * Montana looks briefly confused, and he glances at Nigel with a 'what the hell?' look, but he finishes his coffee in a hurry and heads after her. * Nigel shrugs and follows. <@Brett> [Tilda leads you to a string of small storage units along the waterfront. "You're lucky I still have this thing. It's not worth much. Just a silver bracelet with some sort of stone inlay. I'm not even sure what kind, aside from worthless." She glances back over her shoulder at you. "Why would you go to so much trouble for this thing, anyhow?"] * Nigel shrugs. "Just my usual stop the world from coming to an end incentive. That's all." Yeeeeah, that's about the size of it. <@Brett> [Tilda smirks. "Didn't realize it was in danger. How are you going to save the world with a rock?"] * Montana scratches at the back of his neck. "Ain't entirely sure what the deal is, myself. Figure you can't complain, at least." * Nigel shrugs and holds out his hand for the bracelet. "Stop it from falling into the hands of those who would use it to end the world, basically." * Nigel adds. "And it's always in danger." <@Brett> [Tilda shrugs. "Suit yourself. Me, I'll take the jewels. Here we are." She stops in front of small building in the middle of a row of several identical ones and undoes a padlock at the bottom of the sliding door.] <@Brett> [She lifts the door. Inside the unit is stuff! Old and/or expensive looking stuff. There's a large vase that looks Greek in origin, several covered paintings, a glass sculpture, and several crates. She heads towards the back of the unit and starts rummaging around in one such crate.] * Montana looks around, taking mental stock. Not that he plans on stealing anything, but... well, it's good to know. <@Brett> [Tilda takes notice. "Don't bother. If there was anything I was really worried about losing, I wouldn't have brought you here in the first place."] <@Brett> ["This is just somewhere I keep the items that aren't worth fencing. Things like this," She says, holding up a bracelet. It's made of thing silver strips, twisted around each other, meeting at a central point that contains a small, bright green stone.] * Nigel nods. "That's it. If you would be so kind." He holds out his hand. * Montana shrugs. "Just curious. Wasn't planning on givin' you no trouble." <@Brett> ["It is pretty though." She shrugs and tosses it to Nigel. "But really the only reason I took it in the first place was because it was there when I went after a higher value target."] * Nigel catches the bracelet. "Well... I'm glad your kleptomania has caused us so much trouble... But now we should probably be getting back to doing our jobs." <@Brett> [Tilda grins. "And I'm glad your interests in rocks got me the Rose Jewel Necklace."] * Nigel narrows his eyes. "There we disagree..." He turns to Montana. "Let's be going then, shall we?" * Montana nods. "Yeah, we probably should." He tips his hat to the other thief. "Good doin' business with ya, Tilda." <@Brett> ["Not so fast there, mate," says a distinctly British accent. Three guys appear near the waterfront behind you. The first one has long, greasy hair, wearing camo fatigues, the other's bald, with a long beard and shades, with a biker jacket, and the third has a long mustache and knit cap. "You got somethin' there that belongs to Sebastian."] * Montana stops and groans. "Fuckin' seriously?" * Nigel sighs. "You know... I've had a very long day. Can you just beat yourselves up and line up on the dock for the police to collect you?" <@Brett> [Greasy-hair cracks his knuckles. "Joke's on you, mate. I don't see yer kid with ya. That means we can go all out. We grab that bit o' bling, mebbe Sebastian makes us part of his inner circle, yeh? Mebbe even Zukunft takes notice."] <@Brett> [Tilda sighs. "What've you gotten me into, Montana?"] * Montana grins at Tilda. "What? You got a nice piece of jewelry out of it." 'Sides, we were just gonna take that bracelet, get outta your hair, and THEN maybe get some wannabe muggers botherin' us. <@Brett> ["Uh uh, you bought that necklace with the favor you did for me before. But for this? You're going to owe me."] <@Brett> [Greasy-hair nods to his goons. "Take 'em. Get the bracelet." And they start advancing.] <@Brett> ( And gimme init rolls ) 2d6+5 (Need dice) <@Brett> ( No dicesuke. What's the name of Dem's dicebot? ) (Fuuko, I think?) * Fuuko (demota@c-24-4-226-49.hsd1.ca.comcast.net) has joined #mc5 <@Brett> ( Yay ) 2d6+5 Nigel rolls 2D6+5: 2 6 +5 = 13 Yer welcome to just scram. 2d6+8 Montana rolls 2D6+8: 5 2 +8 = 15 <@Brett> [Knit-cap, Montana, Greasy, tilda, Baldy, Nigel] <@Brett> ( Actually that should be Nigel -> Baldy ) <@Brett> [Knit-cap makes the first move, rushing into the wearhouse. Seems he's got brass knuckles on, and throws a punch at Tilda, but she deflects it to the side easily enough.] <@Brett> [Montana!] (Anyone have visible weapons?) <@Brett> ( Now that you mention it, yeah. Greasy has a pistol and Baldy has a chain ) (Also, trying to place this in my mind. Am I in the warehouse or outside?) <@Brett> ( Inside ) (Okay, so pretty close quarters then.) <@Brett> ( yep ) <@Brett> ( be right back ) * Montana reaches under his jacket, uncoiling and snapping his whip out in one motion in an attempt to rid Greasy of that pistol. 2d6+7 Montana rolls 2D6+7: 6 5 +7 = 18 (And if I can, I'll take it in my hand and toss it to Tilda.) <@Brett> ( Good question, let me check ) <@Brett> ( I think you need to do disarming via grappling to get a hold of it. ) (Hm, I think last time we did it based on how much I beat their defense by, or something.) (But if I can't fancy it over, so it goes!) <@Brett> ( I totally don't remember ._. ) <@Brett> [Either way, Montana sends the pistol flying out of Greasy's hand. He glares in annoyance.] <@Brett> [He draws out a combat knife instead and rushes Montana, thrusting at him.] 2d6+6 Montana rolls 2D6+6: 2 2 +6 = 10 (Makes me glad I have armor!) <@Brett> [Montana gets stabbed! Good thing he has armor. The blade only partially penetrates, keaving him a small wound in his stomach, rather than a large one.] <@Brett> [Tilda, meanwhile, grabs the knit-cap's outstretched arm with one hand and delivers a palmstrike to the underside of his elbow with the other. He howls and takes a step back, shaking his arm out. Doesn't look like it's broken, but aparently it was painful.] <@Brett> [Nigel!] * Nigel draws his sword and swings at Greasy. 2d6+6 Nigel rolls 2D6+6: 5 2 +6 = 13 <@Brett> [Faster than he looks, Greasy manages to get his knife in position to block Nigel's swing. Meanwhile, Baldy comes up at Nigel's flank and swings his length of heavy chain.] 2d6+6 Nigel rolls 2D6+6: 1 5 +6 = 12 <@Brett> [Which Nigel is able to avoid, because Baldy had a pathetic attack roll.] <@Brett> [Knit-cap throws another punch at Tilda, which she bats aside without trouble.] <@Brett> [Montana!] * Montana shifts his attention to the guy attacking Nigel and attempts to trip him, hopefully proving that whips beat chains. 2d6+7 Montana rolls 2D6+7: 3 3 +7 = 13 <@Brett> [Which he does, and Baldy falls into the Greek vase, smashing it. Tilda shouts, "Hey! Be careful!"] <@Brett> [Greasy switches targets, trying to get around Nigel's balde and thrusting with his knife. "It ain't easy climbing up from the regulars. We'll show Sebastian we're more than just grunts!"] * Montana yells back, "You rather I just shoot 'em?" 2d6+6 Nigel rolls 2D6+6: 3 6 +6 = 15 <@Brett> [Nigel manages to stop Greasy's attempt at an attack by keeping him at sword's length.] <@Brett> [Meanwhile Tilda throws a punch at Knit-cap, but he's able to guard. "I don't care! We're already at the pier, so not like we can't dispose of the bodies easily."] <@Brett> [Nigel!] * Nigel chuckles. "Good luck with that." He slashes again at Greasy. 2d6+6 Nigel rolls 2D6+6: 4 2 +6 = 12 (I'm DRing that) 2d6+6 Nigel rolls 2D6+6: 5 4 +6 = 15 <@Brett> [And Greasy cries out as Nigel scores a cut on his arm.] <@Brett> [Baldy meanwhile swings his length of chain at Montana!] 2d6+6 Montana rolls 2D6+6: 6 5 +6 = 17 (Like, from the floor?) <@Brett> ( As he's getting up ) (Nod!) <@Brett> [Not that it matters, Montana easily avoids it.] <@Brett> [Knit-cap throws another punch, and finally manages to hit Tilda in the shoulder.] <@Brett> [Montana!] * Montana draws his gun in his other hand and aims at Baldy's primary arm. "Knock it off," he tells him before firing. 2d6+6 Montana rolls 2D6+6: 6 3 +6 = 15 <@Brett> [Baldy howls as Montana shoots him in the arm. He screams something in a language neither of you are familiar with.] <@Brett> [Greasy attempts a cut at Nigel.] 2d6+6 Nigel rolls 2D6+6: 2 1 +6 = 9 <@Brett> [And actually gets through, tagging a shallow but long cut across Nigel's chest and totally ruining his suit.] <@Brett> [Tilda glares at Knit-cap before delivering a side-kick to his solar plexis. He staggers back, but manages to recover before toppling.]] <@Brett> [Nigel!] * Nigel narrows his eyes at Greasy and slashes at him again. 2d6+6 Nigel rolls 2D6+6: 5 5 +6 = 16 <@Brett> [And Nigel returns the favor. Greasy slumps forward, but doesn't fall. Not just yet.] <@Brett> [And Baldy howls incoherently and rushes at Montana, limbs flailing.] 2d6+6 Montana rolls 2D6+6: 4 5 +6 = 15 <@Brett> [And Montana steps to the side, allowing Baldy to crash into a crate.] * Montana calls to Tilda, "Sorry 'bout that!" <@Brett> [Greasy takes a desperate stab at Nigel!] <@Brett> ( Er ) <@Brett> ( No ) <@Brett> ( No he doesn't. ) <@Brett> ( Totally lost my place ) <@Brett> [Knit-cap throws a punch at Tilda! Which she ducks.] <@Brett> [Montana!] * Montana decides now is a good time to cut in, as he fires at Knit-Cap's leg. 2d6+6 Montana rolls 2D6+6: 3 2 +6 = 11 (Mmm, DR!) 2d6+6 Montana rolls 2D6+6: 2 1 +6 = 9 (PFFT) (Whatever, Dice.) <@Brett> [Montana shoots a crate instead. "Montana! You're doing this on purpose!"] <@Brett> [NOW] <@Brett> [Greasy takes a desperate stab at Nigel!] Nah, I really *am* that bad a shot! 2d6+6 Nigel rolls 2D6+6: 2 2 +6 = 10 <@Brett> [The man scores another hit on Nigel!] <@Brett> [Tilda delivers a high kick to Knit-cap's temple, and he crumples to the ground. "Besides, I can handle myself."] <@Brett> [Nigel!] * Nigel winces and then thrusts his sword at Greasy. "You owe me a new suit." 2d6+6 Nigel rolls 2D6+6: 5 1 +6 = 12 <@Brett> [He's probably not going to buy one for Nigel, though, seeing as how he's just been impaled.] <@Brett> [Baldy picks up the crate he crashed into and flings it at Montana!] (HOW his arm got shot!) <@Brett> ( with his other arm! ) ((He's tough) (D: He's strong. This guy.) 2d6+6 Montana rolls 2D6+6: 5 4 +6 = 15 <@Brett> [Montana dodges, and the crate explodes on the opposite wall, sending gold and silver jewelry across the floor.] <@Brett> [Montana!] I hope you're willin' to pick up after yourself after this. * Montana shoots the guy in the other arm (hopefully). 2d6+6 Montana rolls 2D6+6: 2 1 +6 = 9 (DR2) 2d6+6 Montana rolls 2D6+6: 4 6 +6 = 16 (Thanks.) <@Brett> [Montana shoots a ming vase instead.] (What!) (Also, what's a ming vase even doing in here! Also also, I DR'd!) <@Brett> ( What you got against the Chinese? ) <@Brett> ( Oh ) (Maybe its just a vase made by a guy named Ming) <@Brett> [Nevermind, Montana shoots the bald guy in the other arm. Then Tilda hops on a crate and comes down on the back of his neck with her knee, and he falls to the ground.] (Maybe you're a vase by a guy named Ming. Ever think about that?) <@Brett> [Tilda dusts herself off. "Honestly, I didn't need this kind of trouble."] Thanks. Don't know what that guy was on. <@Brett> ( Maybe you're a Ming by the guy who makes vases! ) <@Brett> ["Guess that rock had more value than I thought."] * Nigel winces and pockets the bracelet. "Good thing we're taking it off your hands, then." * Montana frowns down at the bald guy. "Looks like. Let's clean up and get out of here." <@Brett> [She shrugs. "All the better for me, really. This way they won't come looking for me."] Yup. Might still be good for you to change locations short term. * Nigel shrugs. "If you'll recall... I tried to convince you of that in the begining." <@Brett> [She nods.] * Montana puts her weapons away and starts checking the trio for anything interesting. He's not as interested in 'I told you so's as Nigel is. (s/her/his) (Lots of female characters lately!) <@Brett> ( How you figure? There's only been Tilda and the princess ._. ) (I think she means playing female characters) <@Brett> ( Oh. ) (Yes. ^^;) <@Brett> [Sadly, the men have nothing interesting on them. Not even IDs.] (She's playing Eliana in like 3 games right now) (Eliana is awesome! You shush!) <@Brett> ( Anywho we can end when you like ) (Also two.) (Are they dead?) <@Brett> ( Only Greasy is right now. That'll probably change.] ) (Montana doesn't really do coup de grace most of the time, but he won't argue if Tilda and/or Nigel decide to kill them.) <@Brett> ( Tilda will unless someone says something :P ) (I figure!) * Nigel sheathes his sword, draws his crossbow and fires a bolt through baldy's head. "We should be going." <@Brett> [Tilda breaks the other one's neck. "Yes. Help me dump the bodies."] * Montana sighs and looks away briefly as Nigel (and probably Tilda) finish them off. "Yeah, well." He does that, scooping up the closest one and going to drop him off the deep end of the pier. * Nigel drags Greasy over to the water and dumps him in. <@Brett> [Tilda follows suit! "I'm going to stay and clean up the blood. You," she nods to Montana, "should get your brother to a hospital." <@Brett> ] Know a good one? <@Brett> ["Depends. Legal or...?"] * Nigel shakes his head. "Fast. Just fast." <@Brett> ["I know a guy."] Yeah? <@Brett> ( Should we end? ) * Montana zips up his jacket, covering the cut on his torso. (Yeah, probably best. I have work tomorrow!) <@Brett> ( K ) (Are we going to be playing Fri?) <@Brett> [End!]