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Ok I geel a scene cut coming on - what was your intention here @Avenger Assembled? We could either just skip some police work with a gather information roll or play out some of the questions you asked?

Diamondlight "How illuminating" commented Auguste, grateful to be on terra firma once more. He was hardly a coward, but it wasn't an easy thing on the nerves, that trip. He creaked his neck back into shape and shrugged his jacket back into place. "FIrst door on the right, down to the cellar, follow the lights. Get strapped to a long lost medieval iron maiden, scream in agony as interrogated on the location of hidden Nazi gold. Got it. Simple" he said. Witticism, asides, he could hardly turn from the course set in front of him. Not now. He had to find out what was going which, by his judgement, meant a clever melding of caution and boldness. And it started with entering the warehouse and following the directions...

GM "I do. I remember that real good..." croaked Creek. "I was swinging by the Neck and pumped full of lead. Sentenced to die for all the no good nothin' I been doin'. Thing was, the Witch that cursed me wanted me for somethin' else. They wanted vengeance. They got me..." He kept his gun levelled. "Now, I ain't complainin. I may not be livin' no more, and I may not be breathin'. But I ain't stopped movin'...now you go and break the curse, I'm just dust and worm meat. So I ain't telling you nuthin'. The world gonna have to live with me. Or die with me, dependin' on how I'm shootin'....I ain't stoppin, and you ain't stoppin me..." Creek holstered his pistol. "But as far as I am tellin', you ain't killed nobody. That means its gonna hurt me, if I hurt you. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind a whippin', and Ill take one if you get in my way too much. But I ain't going to take a whippin' without good reason" he explained. "You can't stop me. Nobody can stop me, 'sfar as I know. And I know pretty good..." he said, confidently. "Now, I gotta get me a horse. And you ain't stoppin me from doing that, son..." he finished, holsetering his pistol and turning away, treading his boots towards the barn...

Diamondlight "I hope you have a parachute" muttered DIaomndlight. He couldn't fly. Falling would hurt. Or possibly only hurt for an instant and then not hurt at all. "Well its a nice view. And I am apparently in no rush" he answered more breezily. "I can't see any bullets or rifles, anyway" They were far up, it was true, but he could see very far indeed. "So lets go. Short of hitching onto a rocket, I cant see a way of going faster. Although flying lower would be my preference...."

GM The inside of the tumbledown building looked very much like the outside, except worse. The smell was enough to putrify Arrowhawk's nostrils, so one would imagine that the Nose would be tortured. Inside, it was cool bordering on cold, with dusty air that seemed to do an excellent job of holding dirt. The scared woman was huddled in a rag blanket that looked like it was harbouring lethal microbes and probably was. She was admittedly slightly less scared. The Detective was sitting by her, in his trench coat, with pale silver eyes, trying to talk to her. A mixture of calm words blended with an insistance on trying to get the facts from her.

GM "Beats me" replied Slate. "Shes a pulp" He downed his whiskey trying to collect himself. "I can only guess by her clothes. Working class, but not manual labour. Trying to look professional but without the money to spend on looking that way. Trying to look pretty, but not sexy. My guess, she was a secretary. If you want another guess, she worked there. Only reason anyone would be in the iron works is if they was working there, or else industrial sabotage or theft. And she didn't look like she was into that. Still...who knows?" he said, sour faced. "The boys are trying to track down all the employees. But this is Bedlam. Half of them make are secretly on the take" he frowned. "And the other half are openly on the take..." "I ain't no hero. I have arrangements...you think this city pays enough for me to get shot at? Think again. The Black Pit ain't just for whiskey and broads...."

GM Slate was getting drunk, but he was used to that. He wasn't in a great mood, both wanting to vent his sourness via a night with Cherry (Who have a foul look at Lady Horus) but preoccupied with the day. His heart was both in it, and not in it. He raised an eyebrow, cottoning on. And a whiskey was slid from the bar towards Anna. "I don't go around owing people favours" he said, sour. "That's bad business in Bedlam. I have...arrangements. But not favours" he said, firmly. "Even to pretty women". "She ain't pretty, Frankie! Ya got me!" whispered Cherry in his ear. "Shut up, Cherry! I ain't in the mood. Go entertain yourself with Billy" hissed Frank, full of bitter iron. "Suit yourself, loser" retorted Cherry, marching off. Frank seemed unbothered. "What arrangement are you looking for?" he asked Anna carefully.

Introduction Who are you? Sum yourself up in one sentence. Wealking psychic brain stealer. Do you have any nicknames, street names, titles, or nom de plume? “Baldy!”…errr…no, that was when I was bullied. What is your full birth name? Umberto Velluti Where do you live? Freedom City How old are you? What year were you born (if applicable)? 41 (Born: 1977) Physical Traits What is your gender? If not applicable, please explain. Male How would you describe your heritage? Italian How tall are you? 5’5” What is your body type? “Weakling”…err…thin…scrawny. Do you have any particular weaknesses, such as allergies or physical disabilities? Just general weakness. How do you carry yourself? Are you graceful, or heavy on your feet? Can you be stealthy, do you walk with confidence? Stooped and scared. Describe your skin, eye, and hair color. Brown eyes, olive skinned, and no hair. It used to be black! How do you wear your hair, if applicable? Do you have facial hair? I don’t… Do you consider yourself attractive? Do others? No. No. Do you have any scars, tattoos, piercings, or birthmarks? No Do you resemble anyone famous? No Do you have a dominant hand? Right What kind of clothing do you wear? I do like some stylish clothes. Particularly a black turtleneck number complete with flexible super-armour weave. Do you wear makeup? No What is your vocal range? Is your voice distinctive in some way? Fairly average range, with a soft volume. It has a very faint Italian lilt. Do you have any distinctive habits, nervous tics, or mannerisms? Where did they come from, and what causes them? Do other people notice and remark on these habits? Do they annoy you or other people? Just general nervousness. My eye can twitch badly when I am spooked. History Where do you come from? Originally, Italy (Rome) Have you made any major moves, or do you live in your hometown? My mother and I moved here when I was four. Do you feel loyal to your country of citizenship? Do you consider yourself patriotic? How do you feel about the government of your country? Generally, yes. I have a little patriotism for this fine country but it is not fanatical by any means. How do you feel about the place you come from? Pretty positive overall, but I am not Jingoistic. It is more a pleasant fondness for the culture and food. Where is your home town? What was/is it like? Rome. I don’t remember it much. Most of my life is in Freedom City, which is a very mixed bag! Growing up, were most of the people you knew similar to you, or were you somehow a minority? How did that affect you? I was bullied and mocked for being Italian and weedy. So nobody was similar to me… Is there something you've always been really good at or really bad at? How has that affected your life? Being scared, I was always pretty good at. I liked cooking and flowers. I didn’t like confrontation or violence or anything athletic. Were there any traumatic experiences in your early years (death of a family member, abandonment, orphaned at an early age)? Being bullied every day. Briefly describe a defining moment in your childhood and how it influenced your life. I think moving to Freedom City. It was exciting but the beginning of the misery of childhood. What stupid things did you do when you were younger? Not stand up for myself? Where did you go to school? How much school did you have, and did you enjoy it? Freedom City. I avoided it as much as possible, I hated it as much as you could imagine. Do you have any mementos of your childhood? What are they, and why did you keep them? If you have none, why not? No. I burnt all my school reports. That felt good. I have some photographs of family holidays to Italy. When did you decide to become a hero? Why? Did anyone influence you one way or another in the decision? When I realised I had powers! And that, for once, was my own decision. Is the reason you give people for becoming a hero different than your real reason? If so, why? No Do you have any deep, dark secrets in the past that may come back to haunt you? No Do you represent yourself as being different from who you really are? Why? I project more confidence than I have. I think everyone does, but I do it more. Do you have any sort of criminal record? If so, is it public knowledge? No Family What are your biological parents' names? Lucia Velluti. I don’t know who my father was (my mother wont tell me!) Were you raised by them? If not, please explain and describe who raised you. Yes What was their standing in the community? What did/do they do for a living? My mother was a friendly hairdresser. A bit of a gossip! Where are your parents now? My mother is retired although she occasionally helps out at Velluti Violets, the flower shop. Did your family stay in one area or move around a lot? After moving from Italy, they stayed put. How did you get along with their parents? How do you get along with them now (if applicable). Very well. Perhaps too well? My mother dotes and is over bearing and protective. How do your parents view you now, or how would they? She is terribly worried about my safety and berates me for my new career! Do you have any siblings? If so how many and what are their names? Describe your relationship with them. No Do you love or hate one member of the family in particular? My mother…both! Are there any black (or white) sheep in the family (including you)? If so, please explain. No Do you have a notorious or celebrated ancestor? If so, please explain, including how it has affected your life. No Do you have a partner and children currently? If so, please describe them. No If you do not have a partner or children, do you want them someday? How firm are you in your opinion on this, and what might change your mind? Yes, but I am so lacking any confidence…it would be difficult…. What type of person would be your ideal mate? Someone who genuinely respects and loves me… Relationships Do you have a best friend? If so, how did they become your best friend? How close are you to your best friend? Charlie Cream. He runs the shop now! We have known each other for ten years. I took him on as an apprentice when he was a drunk down on his luck. Ten years sober! If you were to go missing, who would worry about you? Charlie and my mom. And AEGIS! Have you lost any loves? If so, how did it happen, and what did you do? No… Do you have any bitter enemies? If so, please describe them and their history with you. Not now. But I hate hate hate the bullies of my life. If you have enemies, how do you think they might attempt to work against you in the future? I don’t think they would touch me now. What is the worst thing someone has done to you? The list is too long… Where do your loyalties lie? In what order? My family, my friends, AEGIS. Who or what do you trust the most? Why? This sounds odd, but I actually trust AEGIS. Even though I probably shouldn’t… Who or what do you despise? Why? Bullies. Because I was bullied. What qualities do you admire most in other people? Are these qualities you possess? Kindness, especially shown to the vulnerable. I think I have that quality, at least when I am feeling brave enough to execute that kindness. What qualities do you hate most in other people? Do you have any of those qualities? Bullying. No. Do you have a secret identity? If so, who knows it? Do you hide it from people who are close to you? Why? No. I don’t advertise my powers or abilities or status at all, but I don’t keep it a secret either. Do you work well on teams and in groups? Are you a leader or a follower? I prefer groups. I prefer following. Are you on a super team? If so, how do you get along with your comrades? Do you trust them, or do you have secrets from them? No. Are you a member of any church, fraternal organization, club, committee, political party, or other group? How much time do you spend on that? No Personality & Beliefs Who are your heroes? James Bond! Did you ever become disillusioned with former heroes or idols? If so, why and what were the circumstances? No. He is cool. And imaginary. Do you like being a hero? If so, what is the most rewarding part? If not, what makes you keep doing it? Yes! At last I can have some excitement and agency in my life! Is there anything that would make you give up hero work, or even switch sides? Possibly absorbing to much psyche might temporarily make me act…odd…. What are your short term goals (what would you like to be doing within a year)? Learn how to be a hero! What are your long term goals (what would you like to be doing twenty years from now)? Eventually, teach how to be a hero! What is your greatest fear? Why? What do you do when something triggers this fear? Humiliation. I freeze or run. Is there anything you would give you life for? Plenty! Saving others or just doing something heroic and meaningful. How do you feel about money and material wealth? Do you desire it or disdain it? Are you miserly with what you have, or do you like to share? Is it a mark of success, or a means to an end? It’s a necessity in small or even moderate degrees. I have no desire for significant wealth though. How do you generally treat others? Gently. Are you a trusting person? Has your trust ever been abused? Yes, but it helps being a mind-reader… Are you introverted (shy and withdrawn) or extroverted (outgoing)? Do you have a lot of self-confidence? Very very introverted. How do you act around attractive, available members of your preferred sex? I run. What are your most annoying habits? Picking my nose. Do you feel contempt for any general category of people? Who are they, and why? No. What is your favorite food? Do you prefer any particular type of food? Do you take the time to enjoy your food, or do you eat as fast as you can? Italian pasta! What is your favorite drink (alcoholic or otherwise)? Espresso. What is your favorite treat (dessert)? Cake! (Chocolate!) Are there any specific foodstuffs that you find disgusting or refuse to eat? No What is your favorite color? Are there any colors you dislike? Black! So stylish! It’s the new black, I hear. What sort of music do you like? Is there any that you hate? Classical. I like most music however. If you have a favorite scent, what is it? Flowers! Anything floral. Do you have a favorite animal? Cats. What is your most treasured possession? Why? My AEGIS super suit! Its so cool and signifies my new life. Do you enjoy "roughing it", or do you prefer your creature comforts? I prefer my creature comforts, but am fairly modest about them. Is there a job or a task you would absolutely refuse to do? Something involving violence on a regular basis. Do you consider yourself a spiritual person? If so, how do your beliefs affect your life?How important is it to you? No. I was brought up Catholic and I still have a splinter of that culture in me. But I can’t say I am practicing. Was your faith influenced or molded by anyone special? My mother. If you belong to a religious organization, how often do you attend? Do you have a specific place of worship, or friends within the organization? How much do you agree with the beliefs of your organization? Irregularly. Maybe once every few months. Could you kill? Have you killed? I don’t think I could, and I have not. What circumstances led to you forming that conviction, or taking that action? Fear maybe? Empathy? Are there circumstances under which you believe it is permissible to kill? What are they? No I don’t think it is. How would you react to watching someone kill another person? Would your reaction be different if the killer was a friend or an enemy of yours? Absolutely horrified. Shocked and paralysed. How would you react if something important was stolen from you? Irritated but not angry. How would you react to public humiliation? Pass out. How would you react if a good friend or relative were purposely or accidentally killed? Has it happened to you? Upset. I would be overwhelmed with grief. What do you consider to be the worst crime someone could commit and why? Murder. Its taking a life! If your life were to end in 24 hours, what five things would you do in those remaining hours? Settle down with some wine and food, and watch the sunset whilst in my shop, admiring all the plants. Career & Training Do you have any special training in your hero skills? If so, where and how did you get it? I am learning from AEGIS. Do you have any particularly unusual skills? How did you acquire them? I am good with flowers! From twenty odd years in a florists! Do you do something besides hero work for a living? Have you ever done anything else, or do you plan to? I own a florists. What is your preferred combat style? If I don’t just psychically stop them, then I guess pull the trigger of my AEGIS super-gun and hope. Have you ever received any awards or honours? No What skill areas would you like most to improve in? Is there anything you can't do that you wish desperately you could? Being an agent. Which is a lot of skills. How do you act around people who are more skilled than you in areas you'd like to improve? Are you jealous, or do you try and learn? Try to learn. Lifestyle & Hobbies What is a normal day for you? How do you feel when something interrupts this routine? These days, I don’t have a normal day. But on days when I am not helping AEGIS, I would run the shop. Do you have any hobbies, or interests outside hero work? What are they, and where did you pick them up? Botany, of course. I quite like cooking to. What do you do for fun? Watch bad TV or Bond movies. Do you have a costume? What does it look like? A very cool black turtleneck number! How do you normally dress when not in costume? I try to wear stylish clothes. What do you wear to bed most nights? Something warm and comfortable. Do you wear any special jewelry? What is it, and what does it look like? No Do you have a special place where you keep your valuables? With my mother. What's your preferred means of local travel? How about long distance? Car, or Plane. Miscellaneous Have you ever made a will, or tried to make arrangements for your death? What provisions did you make? I have left it half to Charlie, half to my mum. If your features were to be destroyed beyond recognition, is there any other way of identifying your body? Aside from its small stature, no. What would you like to be remembered for after your death? He pulled himself together… Do you believe you pose a threat to the public? Why or why not? Possibly. If I absorb the wrong mind I could become erratic, but only transiently. What do you perceive as your greatest strength? Enthusiasm. What do you perceive as your greatest weakness? Physique. As a player, if you could, what advice would you give your character? Speak as if he/she were sitting right here in front of you. Use proper tone so they might heed your advice... Seize the day!

20 Questions 1. Where is your hero from? Freedom City 2. How would your hero physically describe him/herself? Is this different from how others would? Short and Bald. Others might add less than pleasant descriptions… 3. Does your hero have distinguishing speech characteristics or recurring mannerisms? A slight Italian lilt but very slight. 4. What is your hero's motivation? Adventure and excitement. A life less ordinary. 5. What are your hero's greatest strengths and weaknesses? Enthusiasm and, well, powers. Physically not so strong. At all. 6. What does your hero love? What does your hero hate? My mother. Flowers. Good cooking. Hate is for bullies. As in…I hate them. 7. How would you describe your character's mental and emotional state? Lacking self confidence and anxious. And possibly bitter. 8. What does your hero fear the most? Humiliation. 9. What is your character's greatest ambition? Respect. 10. How does your hero feel about the state of the world and his/her place in it? Its pretty decent over all. The vulnerable could be protected better. 11. Does your hero have any prejudices? How does he/she get along with others? No prejudices except against the prejudiced. 12. Where do your heroes loyalties lie? In what order? My family, my friends, AEGIS. 13. Does your hero have a lover or partner? How do they feel about the hero now? No… 14. Does your hero have a family? What is the relationship there like? I have a very close, perhaps over enmeshed relationship with my mother. 15. How would the people closest to your hero describe him or her? Enthusiastic but lacking confidence. Kind and weak. 16. Is your hero a role model? Not really. I shouldn’t have gone through life so meek. 17. How spiritual is your hero? Does your hero follow a religious tradition? A touch of Catholicism. You never really leave Catholicism, do you? 18. Is your hero part of a team, or would he/she like to be? Why? No, but I would love to be! 19. How does your hero feel about the place of metahumans and aliens on Earth? A bit scared… 20. If you could give one piece of advice to your hero, what would it be? Carpe Diem.

Gather Information (+10 if security clearance with western intelligence agencies, automatic if AEGIS clearance) DC 20: Echohead is affiliated with AEGIS and trained by them. He is not a full agent but is considered an operative. DC 30: Echohead has psychic abilities including mind reading – hence his value to intelligence agencies. Physically mediocre (at best), AEGIS has given him high tech equipment (a blaster pistol and composite armor). DC 40: Echohead has the ability to “Copy” brain patterns into his own, which can cause psychic instability but also allows him to gain the skills and abilities of anyone he copies. He can only copy one mind at a time. Knowledge [Behavioural Sciences] (+5 if access to psychological reports / profile, -5 if no personal interactions with Echohead/Umberto) DC 20: Echohead shows signs of low self esteem and poor confidence, speculatively due to sustained bullying growing up. DC 25: Echohead also shows sign’s of a dependent attachment to maternal figures. DC 30: There are signs of low level dissociation when exerting his powers, suggestive that the he assumes some personality traits of people he uses his powers on. Knowledge [Business] DC 15: Echohead is the owner of Velluti Violets, although he no longer runs the place. DC 20: will give indication that it was moderately well run / successful and fundamentally “clean”.

You are indeed!

Cool. So we are out of combat but Noose has his gun locked on, so will win the next initiative (as the situation stands).

GM It was close, neither Noose nor Sha'ir blessed with a fine pace when it came to running. But still, boots and shoes pounded dirt and tarmac, and in the end, it was the Spellsmith who dove through the portal first. With an elegant reflex, the portal slammed closed and evaporated behind his dive. They were outside Emerald City now. Several miles outside. In corn feilds, with wood and earth and dirt for company. A few tractors, a few horses and cattle. Some sheds. But nobody around that Sha'ir could see. Noose turned around, gun in hand. "What now, sorcerer?" he asked. "I don't go round killin' those that ain't killed. Not as a rule. But yer gettin' in my way, and I ain't so fond of warlocks and witches, I can tell ya that" he said, angry. His gun was pointed at Sha'ir but it didn't fire. Not yet, anyway.

Diamondlight "Can't go wrong flying Swiss Air" commented Diamondlight, clinging on as hard as he could. He had the feeling the woman could break his arms pretty easily. The air was already cool, but getting cooler as they arose. He wasn't bothered though - the Daka energy that had bonded with his cells kept him warm whatever the temperature. "I'll have a tomato juice with a dash of Worcestershire sauce. Maybe some salted peanuts? Perhaps a Bond Movie for inflight entertainment" he asked, feeling the wind on his face. "Where are we flying to, anyway?" he finished, a host of questions burning inside - although he judged that the destination was the most pertinent one...

GM The answer came back in Mandarin of fair fluency. "<Rather you than me>" The Russian Embassy was apparently not the most popular of places, and the Russian diplomats not the most popular of places. But then, this was Hong Kong. Everybody kind of had to get along; a philosophy born from its history. Sonny Cho was apparently just as fluent in Mandarin as Cantonese and English, and nodded his way through the conversation. "<I was just arranging transport for these diplomats>" he said, diplomatically - and he was diplomatic. "<Don't want to create a scene obviously!>" he added cheerfully. On this matter, there was a clear consensus from the Cops. Nobody wanted a scene! And so... Sonny, Dreadnought, Voin and Comrade Frost sat in the back of a truck that could just take their combined weight. Sonny had told the driver to drive in circles, for now. The truck was nearly empty bar a few boxes of dried noodles - but lamentably no water to add. "I'm here to help" explained Sonny. "Immortal, like you. A hundred years old and I have lived in Hong Kong all my life. I pretty much run Club Immortus here. It's save my life a few times, I can tell you" he said, wiping his brow. "I don't know kung fu and I don't shoot laser beams out of my head. I'm not a sorcerer or infused with cosmic energy. So I can't help you there. But I am immortal, I can speak to anything alive, and I know Hong Kong better than pretty much anybody. So consider me at your disposal..."

Do they believe?: 1d20+4 13 Not quite enough for a complete win, but its close enough to take the heat off!

GM "Frank? What you want with Frank?" muttered Billy, moderately vexed. "He's a no good, withered up. Still working like a chump" he protested. "You could do better than him, lady" he smiled through a mist of intoxication. "But if you going to get him in trouble, then that's good by me. As long as its the money type of trouble not the sexy type" he clarified. "Just don't do it in the Black Pit, huh, honey? We got a code here. No shootin' or fightin'" he said more firmly. This, it seemed, was a fairly robust code of practice. "And after ya done with your money, I'll buy you a drink!" he said more cheerfully.

GM And so... The detective (or at least, the silver eyed man who had claimed to be a detective) had said the woman had gone to Shotgun Simon, an infamous (or famous, depening on your prepsctive) tramp. "The Knight Tramp" they called him in a rather thin pun. And yes, he had a shotgun. He was holed up in a near - collapse brick building that was fifty years old, looked a hundred years old, and had the structural integrity of a building two hundred years old. One had the impression that if one looked at it too hard, it might collapse. The detectives car was outside. "They there are! Ooof...the stench!" said the Nose, holding his mighty organ in his hand and massaging it.

Thats an edge case I think, although not unreasonable. I think its best handled by allowing it if you use extra effort to do so?

GM "Gluhghmmh..." mumbled Hattie as her hero abandoned her to her vomitous misery. The ocean however, did its job by and large. Physically, the pollution on his body had gone...but psychologically? Well, that might be another matter! Meanwhile... As Mannequin boldly entered the house, he saw Block Head standing over the largely (but not completely) fused body of Imprint, only her face and the bulges of her body visible in the concrete floor. Her eyes flicked over to him, angry. "Bother!" she muttered. To punctuate her vexation, there was a deep rumbling in the house, and the ceiling and walls cracked. In a blistering display of force, Mannequin was subjected to a barrage of falling and propelled bricks, masonry, and mortar...

Right my apologies I lost track of this thread! And we are near the end! Round 2 35 - Dr D - Sickened Status (DC 18 to Recover) 2 HP [Far away....] 21 - The House/Imprint - Unharmed 5 - Manneq - 2 HP 4 - Block Head Dr D just moved and earned himself an HP from his complication. The House/Imprint will now try collapsing / throwing some masonry at Mannequin. As this essentially is hurting it, that gives the house an Injury automatically. However, it is also a Damage 10 Area effect on Mannequin (Roll Reflex DC 20 and then Toughness DC 25/20 according to reflex)! Block Head is caught up in the masonry flying but as it is impact damage, which he is immune to, no effect. Mannequin is up!

GM The Crowd where not homogenous; responses varied from cheers, adulation, neutrality, suspicion, resentment, fear. The overall atmosphere was a tendency to watch the marvels and take photographs - it was not, for the most part, one of antagonism. But now the crux of the problem materialised. For practically in the same second, police cars rolled up as did a very large truck, thanks to Cho's frantic phone calls. "What's going on here!" said one police man, coming out of the first car of five. He wasn't reaching for his gun, but neither was his hand far away. His English was quite reasonable, as so often the case in Hong Kong. His words had more the flavour of a statement than a question. His eyes flicked to the Russian Embassy. This was getting more political by the moment...

GM The Nose wrinkled...well, his nose. Once one got past its spectacular size and impressive ugliness, it was a powerful organ indeed. Whether Arrowhawk would find use for his powerful organ, that was the question... "I have them both!" he declared, impressed with the size and power of said organ. "The bleeding man is making his way to his hideout, I think. Best not go there. At least, until you get your spleen patched up. Such a smell, the spleen! Alas, not a pleasant one" he lamented. "The woman! Ah, her nicotine, her sweat, her filth! A blend of homelessness and fear. Yes, she is...wait...yes another smell! A man, following her before the hunters! Hmmm...yes...the same time as you arrived!" he said, wrinkling his nostrils. "What happened?" he asked Arrowhawk, full of curiousity.

IC post. For reference for this scene could you make a Knowledge (Streetwise) roll? YOu might recognise a few faces or pick up on a few issues with high scores.

GM And so, just a little bit later...early evening... At the Black Pit... It was a sweaty kind of place full of sweaty kind of people. Old cops, retired or near retirement, burnt out, drunk, and leaning on each other. They propped themselves up with cynicism and bitterness, taking a kind of noble pride in their open eyes, even if having your eyes open to the world hurt. The Black Pit served booze, of course. It also served ladies of the night (or gentlemen), and Frank was already downing whiskey and talking to a middle aged woman with a little too much make up and a little to small a dress. But although Cherry (for that, apparently, was her name) was attractive and cheap, Frank seemed to be in two minds. And he was drinking heavily in the hope that his two minds might become one. As for Anna, well, she attracted pretty much every eye in the house when she walked in. And plenty of them with a lustful flavour. The Black Pit had both men and women in, most of them cops. They had gay, straight, and every other orientation and identity in. Sure, the Black Pit was about as diverse as you can get, as long as you were a bitter burnt out old cop. One brave soul, who looked older than Frank and thin as you could imagine, came up to Anna and offered to buy her a drink. And gave her a wink. "Billy Brown" he said his name was. "Pleased ta meet ya, honey" he said through old lips that he licked a little too much. He stank of booze but kept his feet, even though he didn't look so well...