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Ok lets have an attack roll for the scissors. And an initiative roll too!
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Gamma Buzz "Just what you would find in a sewer! A computer! A witches cauldon! And cages!" Baz flipped up to the ceiling and crouched there to better study the building. "Nope. This doesn't look suspicious at all. What's going on? Robot simulacrums? Synthetic humanoids? Cmon! This looks like Frankensteins castle, except underground. With computers. And girls. So not very much like Frankensteins castle. Except in spirit! Which is the important thing?" "You think you are fooling us, girl?" he asked the mysterious woman. "I am super intelligent! The proportional intelligence of a cockroach, in fact. So I know exactly whats going on here. And my friends are almost as intelligent, so I will let them explain your mysterious mystery!"
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GM It took a little bit of fiddling with the Raven lockpicks, but the lock came open. It would have been easier if she had time. But she didn't. The guards here were alert, and wandered the factory ever so often. Twice, the Raven had to put down her picks and scuttle into the shadows; each time done perfectly silently, perfectly unseen. Not a problem for the invisible Raven - but it did make picking a lock more irritating. The lock came open. No alarm, but a horrible creak. Madame Raven had to use quite the sleight of hand to oil the hinges to silence. Down some stairs. Harsh lights. The sound of... a loom? And scissors? A voice. A deep, rumbling voice, slowly pronouncing every word. Cantonese. A voice that sounded like it had all the compassion and softness of a rusty chainsaw. The Cantonese was not a language Madame Raven could speak. She crept further. A huge man, obese, but over six foot tall, bald, with close set eyes, dressed in an elegant black silk suit. He stood over a woman in chains, bent over, barefoot, dirty, with black raven hair. To the side was one of the well dressed guards, brandishing some... scissors? He was cutting the womans hair! And every snip of the scissors sent a shudder of pain down the woman in chains.
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GM The old woman followed her out of the station. It was subtle, but Tsunami could pick up the signs. She had a spring in her step, a speed to her pace, indicating greater strength and less fat that a woman of her age. The way the woman kept at almost precisely calibrated distance from Tsunami. She was a spy. Mr Silk must have a finger in every corner of the city. It was no wonder he was at odds with Dr Sin. Fortunately, the woman, once identified, was easily lost. Where now? The mall beckoned, a dozen feet from Tsunami, and she certainly had the cash. But Hong Kong was a large city, a flamboyant city, rich in colours and smells. And the factory of Mr Silk, Superior Silks, was not far away....
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Ok thats enough to pick up a tail IC post coming up
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GM At this time of night, with the sun asleep and the moon awake, the station was less packed. There were the drunks, of course. And a few people who had clearly taken more than alcohol. But by and large it was a friendly, if spartan crowd. The train arrived on time and departed in an equally ordered manner. It rattled a little; not the newest train, not the newest railway. The lights of Hong Kong swirled past. The ocean, on the horizon, glistened with moonlight and rain. The storm was still there. As the train arrived into the docks area of Kowloon City, Tsunami had the unnerving feeling she was still being watched. A camera, in the corner... pointing at the travellers. That old lady, with sunglasses, trying to look like she wasn't looking at Tsunami. The man in a hat, carrying a briefcase, a scar across his nose. Was he just a businessman? Just how many tentacles and spies did Mr Silk have, or not have?
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OOC for IC
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Gamma Buzz "Hey, I did it!" said Gamma Buzz, eyebrows (or what passed at eyebrows raised. "I can't believe it, I actually did it! I..." He looked around, and his antannae quivered at the realisation he a/ had an audience, and b/ was speaking out aloud. "I mean, I can't believe I did it in so awesome and cool a manner! I mean I knew I would do it, because Gamma Buzz baby. And obviously I would do it in an awesome and cool manner. To the max. But somehow I did it even more awesomer and cooler than even I could believe. And thats the unbelievable part. Not that I would do it. No, that was always absolutely certain. There mere thought I would not to it, hahaha! Makes you chuckle, eh?" "And I am cooler than you!" he sneered at FX. "Ill go get em!" he said to Lawrence, bouncing (with cockroach legs) away to pick up the other two (with cockroach strength).
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GM And the Kowloon Wharves were exactly where Superior Silks main factory was based. The sun had set on Hong Jong as Tsunami left the airport, her false papers correctly stamped with a nod. "Welcome to Hong Kong ma'am. Enjoy your stay". Speaking Cantonese had warmed the otherwise ossified passport officer. The evening was aglow with the sun's aura just below the horizon. The many lights of Hong Kong had sprung into action. The air felt close, and Tsunami could feel rain coming. It was hot, but not unbearably so - and yet the rain would be a relief. A line of red taxi's waited outside the airport, moving quickly. A fat woman with a cigarette in her mouth and a trashy newspaper in her hand caught Tsunami's eye, and said, in broken English. "Taxi lady pretty?" There was hustle, there was bustle. And there were two men in crisp suits and lithe builds who had been keeping a close eye on Tsunami ever since she arrived...
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Starshot Starshot nodded, hefting the gas grenade in his hand. "Just say the word and ill let loose some hell." "And the word is... bite." He explained; if Starshot heard that word in their conversation, he would fire. "I'm going to try and get an angle. Ill keep them in my sights whilst I stay hidden. And if I see any trouble, ill fire whether you say the code word or not." With that, he melded into the shadows, searching out some vantage point in the caves where he could both fire his gun and throw his grenade. He had a suspicion he would need to do both...
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GM Hong Kong was a major city. And that meant a major airport. And that meant major security. Harry said he would wait in the airport and gave her a burner phone. He looked pretty eccentric, but his papers checked out, and he started spending some dollar in the airport. No doubt some cameras would be checking up on him, but he wasn't doing anything other than buying some books, a tie, and eating noodles. The customs official looked at Tsunami carefully. A fairly tired old man, kinda guy who looked like he followed the rules, but not with any enthusiasm. "Business or pleasure?" he asked in flawless English - and Cantonese. His eyes travelled around Tsunami's face.
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Gamma Buzz Study Group: The Sound of an Eclipse (2 Posts) Survival CLass: Survival in the hereafter (5 posts) Never Was (4 posts) Deviations (3 Posts) Starshot Shoaling Patterns (6 posts) Roll to Snakebite Rev Vignette (1.2K words) -> Snakebite Haven Operation Ares (5 posts) Vignette (1.1K Words) Snakebite Vignette (1.2K Words) Diamondlight Vignette (1.2 K Words) -> Roll to Snakebite House of the Caged Sun -> (4 Posts) Roll to Snakebite GM Curse of the swamp hag (6 Posts) Rider of the Storm (8 posts) Hong Kong Hair (12 Posts) Hot and Bothered (11 Posts) Cool Drugs (4 Posts) Animal Whip (2 Posts) Digital Hex (12 posts) Total GM Posts = 55 = 110 Bonus Posts Allocated Thusly; 15 to Snakebite to bring to 25 = 3 PP (+6 From Vignettes) 20 to Haven to bring to 25 = 3 PP (+2 From Vignette) 11 to Gamma Buzz to bring to 25 = 3 PP 25 to Echohead to bring to 25 = 3 PP 25 to Captain Cosmos to bring to 25 = 3 PP 10 to Peak to brink to 10 = 2 PP 4 Posts lost to the void
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GM "Glad you missed it. The war, I mean," said a relieved Harry Cane. He peered down over Hover Kong, the cockpit windows drumming with heavy rain. "Oh I can get us down at the main airport, no trouble. Murk has his devious hands everywhere, he can pull of the paperwork. Although how a blind man knows his way round paperwork so well beats me. Besides, I work for you, not him. Sure, I signed the codus, but that doesn't make him my boss." Big Les started descending, Pressure built up in Harry's ears; he blew his nose to pop them. "As far as the rumour goes, Wrack is being held by Mr Silk. Nobody knows where, although the best guess is his factory come headquarters by the docks. Superior Silks. Dr Sin has his eyes on that little prize. Maybe he even has some spies within the factory, although his spies would be made of stronger stuff than me. Mr Silk has a reputation for sheer brutality that even the Viet Cong would find uncomfortable." "HK Airport is is then, unless you say otherwise. And Mr Murk left a little present under your seat..." Indeed he had; a brown paper bag full of HK currency, and forged papers...
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Gamma Buzz "And like, Puma Negra...." said Baz, thinking back to his non-humanoidish sister in arms. Well, mutated non human humans needed to stick together, right. "She is like the human, but a tiger. A tiger human. I mean a human tiger. Except a puma, not a tiger." He babbled. "Well, what I mean is she is super cool with teeth and everything! Wait... humans have teeth, too, right? I seem to remember having some. I mean she has claws! And is really fast and strong and ker pow! Slash! Slash! Maim! Devour! Rend! .... ah... except in a non lethal and heroic way, too. And she looks cool."
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GM "I was in the war," said Harry, biting his teeth together. "Ugly. I... I didn't have a good time. Like I said, no hero. But one thing I can't stand is torture. Guess that's why Murk sent me." "Although truth is I dont know why Murk does anything. Nobody knows why Murk does anything. Not even Murk himself. Is he cryptic, or full blown Mad?" He shook his head. "Anyway, no offence. Vietnam. Beautiful. But... but bad memories." He shuddered. He nooded down to the Hong Kong skyline below. "Where do you want to set down? Murk didn't give me much. But he has set up a Club Immortus there, dont know if you ever visited. Nice place. Good food. But no runway." "He said he got wind of one of the signaturies, a witch called Wrack, has been kidnapped and subjected to just the kind of experimentation the Codus is there to prevent. Endless torment. Some guy called Mr. Silk using her. He sounds like a nasty piece of work. Criminal. New kid on the block. Having a war with Dr Sin, and winning, by some accounts. On account of sheer brutality and determination."
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GM The plane took off - engine and chasis juddering as the old plane sped along the ground until it gathered enough speed for lift. In the air, things were not a lot better; worrisome vibrations and the odd clanking nouse. Harry gripped his cane and... alarmingly... closed his eyes. The Plane kept steady, and soon the pitter patter of rain became a full on torrent. "Nothing like a storm, eh?" It was a storm and more. And under Harry's control. It swirled behind them, and then turned into a full on tail wind. Doubling, trebling the speed of the old aircraft. "Big Les can handle it!" shouted Harry, over the storm. It was too noisy to speak over the sound for the next few hours. But as they approached Hong Kong, the storm subsided, and the plane relaxed into a more solid and steady state. "Vietnam, eh?" said Harry, loudly. "Murk said you were from Vietnam? I swear the toad knows everything..."
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Gamma Buzz "Not so fast, sucker!" said Baltazar, wagging his finger at FX. "You forget! I have amazing cockroach agility!" he declared, cartwheeling one way then somersaulting the other. "And amazing cockroach strength!" he added, backflipping, the forward flipping. The driving a glowing green fist into Fx's head. "And cockroach radiation! Wait... thats just me isn't it? Not normal cockroaches. Anyway, its pretty amazing! KER-POW!" he shouted, pleased with the way FX blocked the cockroach knuckles with his face. "Gamma Buzz, Baby!" he yelled, firing a quick burst of green laser vision beams into the sky to celebrate.
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OK I think a couple more posts and we can wrap. @Nerdzulcan you give a post and any thoughts?
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Buzz will acrobatic bluff as move action Getting a 21 then punching, power attack all out shifted (so -2 Defence) Getting 24 Thats all looking positive! So DC 23 Tough Damage and DC 15 Fort Nauseate effects (assuming it hits)
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Diamondlight This was going well. Aquaria seemed to have the strength of an ox. A giant, steroid induced ox. And the ox's entire family. Or even herd. So August decided to give the fish-woman a chance to punch! to SMASH! He teleported right next to Aquaria and the Vampire lady, and extended out one of his laser blades. "You haven't seen anything yet, unholy spawn! Take a look at this! a blade of pure HOLY SUNLIGHT!" He brandished the blade in a neat flurry, trying to draw the vampires attention. And giving Aquaria the nod. A go get her! SMASH! nod.
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Ok DL is going to move to melee with the woman Then use set up feat to try and bluff/feint and allow Aquaria to SMASH [url=https://orokos.com/roll/1003194]Bliff Setup[/url]: [u]1d20+18[/u] [b]26[/b]
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GM There were guards, of course. A couple of Hong Kong thugs, smoking, carrying baseball bats for regular intimidation, but also clearly carrying concealed firearms in case of a more serious attack. They didn't look high calibre, but the would be enough to scare of the random thief, and didnt break the illusion of a second rate operation. They kept on smoking, chatting. They didn't notice the Raven climb up the building. On top, the Raven was virtually silent. A couple of skylights, open a fraction to let out the hot air - possible the Raven could squeeze through, or maybe pick open. Or even smash. Below, the factor was running on a skeleton crew. Maybe a dozen workers, putting together and packaging textiles. the clothing varied from expensive to luxurious. And, as might be guessed, mainly silks. Silk suits, silk dressed, silk nightwear. Some of it was even of the saucy variety one might see at a Burlesque show. Two more guards. These guards were professional, alert, in pristine black suits. No smoking, no drinking. Trained killers, most likely. These guys were the polar opposite to the cheap thugs outside. And amidst the looms and machines, a bolted and locked trapdoor to... what?
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GM "Great!" said Harry, flashing a smile. "Big Les here is a bit old, but she will do the job. Fought against the Nazi's, fought in Vietnam... but that's another story..." He shuddered again. "And not a pleasant one." He shook his head. "I wont lie, she shakes and ain't built for comfort. And even with my magic cane and a tail wind, it ain't going to be a short trip. If you know a faster way, i am all ears. But Big Les will be sad, wont you, baby?" He gave the old aircraft a gentle pat. As far as Tsunami could see, it was an old fighter plane. American. And yes, it was a little worse for wear, but Big Les still looked in working order. And besides, it did have parachutes under the seats...
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No problem. Gather Info is a little weak for a well protected criminal organisation, But, You can find out that the owner of Superior Silk is a Mr. Bruce Yum-Fat, aka "Mr Silk" reknowned for his excessive appetite and love of the high life. You also find out that whilst he does deal in textiles (particularly, Silk), the organisation is rumoured to be involved in smuggling.
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As per chat, we are narrating a getawat for Machete Max - Feel free to narrate some frustrating swimming in the dark, and pounding a hole in the ship and watching it sink. Whoopsie! (Or whatever you wish CHimera to do)