Veiled Malice

TopTomcat might have dropped out, but other than that, you're golden. Sounds like a very nice street-level team you have in mind there, Shadowboxer.

TopTomcat might have dropped out, but other than that, you're golden. Sounds like a very nice street-level team you have in mind there, Shadowboxer.

TopTomcat might have dropped out, but other than that, you're golden. Sounds like a very nice street-level team you have in mind there, Shadowboxer.

Got it. Updated.

Got it. Updated.

Got it. Updated.

Neither jumping nor guns were seen by me. And I didn't get that the first time. I'll have to modify the post. Of course, seeing the skeleton teleport into his cage won't be likely to reassure Daisuke much either.

Neither jumping nor guns were seen by me. And I didn't get that the first time. I'll have to modify the post. Of course, seeing the skeleton teleport into his cage won't be likely to reassure Daisuke much either.

Neither jumping nor guns were seen by me. And I didn't get that the first time. I'll have to modify the post. Of course, seeing the skeleton teleport into his cage won't be likely to reassure Daisuke much either.

As suddenly as it started, Daisuke's time with the mermaid girl was cut short. A skeleton lurched out of the curtains and rushed over to her tank, clawing at the side. To his horror, he saw the glass actually begin to rot under the little skeleton's grasp. Daisuke gripped the bars of his cage and opened his mouth to get it to go away, but that only seemed to draw it's attention. All of a sudden, it was rushing over to him, reaching out with those terrible hands of his. The bars were no impediment at all. The thing dissolved momentarily, then reappeared in front of him with no warning. Daisuke fell back and raised his hands, now afraid for his life. <"No, please! Don't kill me!"> he shouted in Japanese as he stumbled back before falling over and huddling in the corner, waiting for the boney terror to claim him.

As suddenly as it started, Daisuke's time with the mermaid girl was cut short. A skeleton lurched out of the curtains and rushed over to her tank, clawing at the side. To his horror, he saw the glass actually begin to rot under the little skeleton's grasp. Daisuke gripped the bars of his cage and opened his mouth to get it to go away, but that only seemed to draw it's attention. All of a sudden, it was rushing over to him, reaching out with those terrible hands of his. The bars were no impediment at all. The thing dissolved momentarily, then reappeared in front of him with no warning. Daisuke fell back and raised his hands, now afraid for his life. <"No, please! Don't kill me!"> he shouted in Japanese as he stumbled back before falling over and huddling in the corner, waiting for the boney terror to claim him.

As suddenly as it started, Daisuke's time with the mermaid girl was cut short. A skeleton lurched out of the curtains and rushed over to her tank, clawing at the side. To his horror, he saw the glass actually begin to rot under the little skeleton's grasp. Daisuke gripped the bars of his cage and opened his mouth to get it to go away, but that only seemed to draw it's attention. All of a sudden, it was rushing over to him, reaching out with those terrible hands of his. The bars were no impediment at all. The thing dissolved momentarily, then reappeared in front of him with no warning. Daisuke fell back and raised his hands, now afraid for his life. <"No, please! Don't kill me!"> he shouted in Japanese as he stumbled back before falling over and huddling in the corner, waiting for the boney terror to claim him.

Hi there, my name is Veiled Malice, and I will be killing you tonight, apparently. Both goons are feeling their Wheaties right now. A 21 and a 17 respectively on the strikes. Maybe I shouldn't be GMing this fight after all... :oops: Anyway, that's two DC 17 toughness saves for Grimalkin, but fortunately, you don't get knocked down. That would just be adding insult to injury. (or bruising, in this case) Oh, and I know I'm kind of having these guys acting stereotypically for skinheads, but what do you want, poetry? :D

Hi there, my name is Veiled Malice, and I will be killing you tonight, apparently. Both goons are feeling their Wheaties right now. A 21 and a 17 respectively on the strikes. Maybe I shouldn't be GMing this fight after all... :oops: Anyway, that's two DC 17 toughness saves for Grimalkin, but fortunately, you don't get knocked down. That would just be adding insult to injury. (or bruising, in this case) Oh, and I know I'm kind of having these guys acting stereotypically for skinheads, but what do you want, poetry? :D

Hi there, my name is Veiled Malice, and I will be killing you tonight, apparently. Both goons are feeling their Wheaties right now. A 21 and a 17 respectively on the strikes. Maybe I shouldn't be GMing this fight after all... :oops: Anyway, that's two DC 17 toughness saves for Grimalkin, but fortunately, you don't get knocked down. That would just be adding insult to injury. (or bruising, in this case) Oh, and I know I'm kind of having these guys acting stereotypically for skinheads, but what do you want, poetry? :D

Whether it was Grim's sudden entrance or her spouting of a language to which they were gratefully unfamiliar with, the two thugs froze in surprise for a second. The one on the right was larger than his friend, sporting a half a dozen tattoos espousing his affiliation and feelings towards those that didn't look like him. And the one on the left, while smaller, was perhaps even worse in that regard, as he had a Nazi swastika literally carved into his forehead in a sickening tribute to both hatred and one of the worst serial killers in American history. Grim felt her hackles rise even further as they both sprang into action at the same time, hooting and hollering things that most civilized people would find disgusting. Of course, I wouldn't call these goons civilized, Grim mused as she took a fighting stance. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. The two Brotherhood thugs must have really been feeling their oats that night, as after a flurry of motion, the bigger one struck Grim in the shoulder, enabling his buddy to nail her in the back as she was twirled around by the force of the first blow. "Yeah, that's what you get, chicky! You don't *&^% with the Brotherhood!" the little one, whom Grim had dubbed "scooter", taunted. The larger one hung back a bit, thumping his crowbar against his palm menacingly.

Whether it was Grim's sudden entrance or her spouting of a language to which they were gratefully unfamiliar with, the two thugs froze in surprise for a second. The one on the right was larger than his friend, sporting a half a dozen tattoos espousing his affiliation and feelings towards those that didn't look like him. And the one on the left, while smaller, was perhaps even worse in that regard, as he had a Nazi swastika literally carved into his forehead in a sickening tribute to both hatred and one of the worst serial killers in American history. Grim felt her hackles rise even further as they both sprang into action at the same time, hooting and hollering things that most civilized people would find disgusting. Of course, I wouldn't call these goons civilized, Grim mused as she took a fighting stance. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. The two Brotherhood thugs must have really been feeling their oats that night, as after a flurry of motion, the bigger one struck Grim in the shoulder, enabling his buddy to nail her in the back as she was twirled around by the force of the first blow. "Yeah, that's what you get, chicky! You don't *&^% with the Brotherhood!" the little one, whom Grim had dubbed "scooter", taunted. The larger one hung back a bit, thumping his crowbar against his palm menacingly.

Whether it was Grim's sudden entrance or her spouting of a language to which they were gratefully unfamiliar with, the two thugs froze in surprise for a second. The one on the right was larger than his friend, sporting a half a dozen tattoos espousing his affiliation and feelings towards those that didn't look like him. And the one on the left, while smaller, was perhaps even worse in that regard, as he had a Nazi swastika literally carved into his forehead in a sickening tribute to both hatred and one of the worst serial killers in American history. Grim felt her hackles rise even further as they both sprang into action at the same time, hooting and hollering things that most civilized people would find disgusting. Of course, I wouldn't call these goons civilized, Grim mused as she took a fighting stance. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. The two Brotherhood thugs must have really been feeling their oats that night, as after a flurry of motion, the bigger one struck Grim in the shoulder, enabling his buddy to nail her in the back as she was twirled around by the force of the first blow. "Yeah, that's what you get, chicky! You don't *&^% with the Brotherhood!" the little one, whom Grim had dubbed "scooter", taunted. The larger one hung back a bit, thumping his crowbar against his palm menacingly.

I can handle that. Let me take a look and I'll get right to it.

I can handle that. Let me take a look and I'll get right to it.

I can handle that. Let me take a look and I'll get right to it.

The slowness near the start? How about the slowness throughout three of the four quarters of the game? I thought I was watching a practice match-up there for a while. :roll:

The slowness near the start? How about the slowness throughout three of the four quarters of the game? I thought I was watching a practice match-up there for a while. :roll:

The slowness near the start? How about the slowness throughout three of the four quarters of the game? I thought I was watching a practice match-up there for a while. :roll:

Ren tensed when Mr Parker brought up the bombings at Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Very diplomatic, bringing that up in the presence of a Japanese person, whether American or not. He was about to point out that the only reason the US had dropped those bombs in the first place was as a sabre-rattling measure against the Soviet Union when Lynn squeezed his hand tighter. Ren looked over at the girl and somehow, all the tension drained out of him. "Well, there's a problem with your supposition that causality is overrated, Mr Parker. While it is your present we live in, we still have to go back to our own. Basic Chaos Theory provides for a system of delineating probabilities concerning the topic, and the fractal geometry alone tells me whatever changes we've already wrought will have broad reaching changes in our time." He was about to school the man more about the inherent dangers of changing even the smallest things in the past when "Sean" burst in. Ren tensed again, wary of Mr Parker's warning the his son had come back from Vietnam recently, (however incorrect that identification was) but it seemed he didn't care all that much.