<Antioch|GM> Your phone vibrates twice. It's a text from an unknown number, which you presume to be Nachzehrer, given that the content of the message is a picture of Coldhand's frosty, bullet-ridden corpse.
[2016-02-17 19:44:21] <Antioch|GM> Good riddance. ||
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[2016-02-17 19:47:09] <Saff|Kill> Heh. Good. I shoot off a quick "Thanks" as well as a message to Wink to let him know the deed has been done. People will be finding out about this sooner or later and... well... I don't want people to think that they can walk over me now that my partner is dead. I'm not to be fucked with.
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[2016-02-17 19:48:51] <Saff|Kill> "KeAndre. Keep watch. I'm just going to... to think for a moment I guess." I'll go to step into the shadows, thinking about how I can stake my claim. I worked Silver Bullet over like a cheap whore. I let them do my dirty work for me. But damnit if I didn't want to watch the life drain out of Coldhand's eyes myself. Speaking of which. I set my cell phone
[2016-02-17 19:48:51] <Saff|Kill> background to the picture of Coldy's corpse with a cruel smile on my face. ||
[2016-02-17 19:51:03] <Antioch|GM> Your goons look nervous. Twice, you've played an active hand in the deaths of the incompetent chucklefucks in Dead Man's Hand. First Terry, and now Coldhand.
[2016-02-17 19:51:57] <Antioch|GM> Everybody seems to be on edge, wondering who'll be the third, how the next sorry bastard to fuck things up will end up next.
[2016-02-17 19:52:25] <Antioch|GM> Without addressing them, you slink into the shadows on the edge of Blackjack's territory.
[2016-02-17 19:52:55] <Antioch|GM> The first alleyway you come upon has a homeless man crouched by a trashcan, keeping his head low.
[2016-02-17 19:52:57] <Antioch|GM> ((Wits roll))
[2016-02-17 19:53:29] <Saff|Kill> $roll 1d6
[2016-02-17 19:53:29] <[ATM]> Saff|Kill [5]
[2016-02-17 19:54:01] <Antioch|GM> It looks like he's noticed you, but he's attempting to pay you no heed. ||
[2016-02-17 19:56:42] <Saff|Kill> ((senpai noticed me))
[2016-02-17 19:57:30] <Saff|Kill> My fingers begin to twinge with a certain itch.  No one would miss a homeless man. No one would care if his blood spilled through the alleyway. Sure, it'd be sad... "Hey." I say. "Need some help?"||
[2016-02-17 19:58:06] <Antioch|GM> ((Wits again))
[2016-02-17 19:58:16] <Saff|Kill> $roll 1d6
[2016-02-17 19:58:16] <[ATM]> Saff|Kill [1]
[2016-02-17 19:58:53] <Antioch|GM> "No," he replies, standing up. It's almost a mumble. ||
[2016-02-17 20:01:05] <Saff|Kill> "Oh. Hm? How are you? My name is Gwyn. What's your name?" I'm not going to let him leave. I've already latched on to the scent. It's almost like a sick animalistic instinct is taking over my head. "Sir."||
[2016-02-17 20:01:45] <Antioch|GM> ((Dex check))
[2016-02-17 20:02:27] <Saff|Kill> $roll 1d6-1
[2016-02-17 20:02:27] <[ATM]> Saff|Kill [3]-1 = 2
[2016-02-17 20:03:01] <Antioch|GM> He doesn't respond, electing instead to bolt past you.
[2016-02-17 20:04:09] <Antioch|GM> You attempt to stop him, but he slips under your arm, legging it down the street a lot faster than you'd expect from a starving dude with a grimy beard. ||
[2016-02-17 20:10:14] <Saff|Kill> Well, that's just LOVELY. I want to get blood all over my fucking hands. I want to kill and maim and--I stop, pressing my back against the brick wall with a heavy sigh. How on Earth did I get to this place? This place where I need to hurt people to be happy?  But... Oh god. I put my head in my hands. I need to kill. I need to hurt someone. Maybe I'm
[2016-02-17 20:10:14] <Saff|Kill> succumbing to my name.||
[2016-02-17 20:11:02] <Antioch|GM> To be fair, it's kind of a shitty name. With Coldhand out of the way, you don't really need to keep to the 'hand' theme, but rebranding would be a pain in the ass at this point.
[2016-02-17 20:11:47] <Antioch|GM> You watch the dim light of the safehouse in the distance, watching one of your mooks take a smoke outside the door. ||
[2016-02-17 20:16:46] <Saff|Kill> I go back to the mouth of the alley and look for KeAndre. "Hey. Can you drive me over to the train yards?" I lived there for long enough... I know there are people there that disappear there. "Don't... don't ask questions. And. Tell the guys they have my word. They're safe. If they're a Hand, they won't be touched by me. I mean it." I swallow, looking
[2016-02-17 20:16:46] <Saff|Kill> around. "And call Travis as well. I need. I need another mural. Something big. I need to stake my claim on this city. Black and smoke and something.... I'm not dead. I want it to be scary. I want to scare this town." The last thing I need is someone thinking they can off me just as easily as Nachzehrer took out Coldhand. ||
[2016-02-17 20:18:19] <Antioch|GM> "Uh, sure," KeAndre replies. He wasn't particularly affected by your hand in the deaths of Terry and Coldhand, but the same isn't true of some of your other guys.
[2016-02-17 20:18:50] <Antioch|GM> Travis approaches, a satchel of various colors of spray paint and stencils at the ready.
[2016-02-17 20:19:05] <Antioch|GM> "You wanna do this now?" he asks. ||
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[2016-02-17 20:23:35] <Saff|Kill> "Yeah. Somewhere that everyone can see. But. Not somewhere you're going to get caught. Please, Travis. I like you. Don't get caught." I shake my head, pacing around in circles. "KeAndre. We should go. Bring a weapon just in case. Please." Of all my guys, I think Ke is my favorite.  He's dependable, that's for sure. Don't know much about him though. Other
[2016-02-17 20:23:35] <Saff|Kill> than what music he likes to play in his car. ||
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[2016-02-17 20:26:37] <Antioch|GM> He pats the pistol holstered on his jeans, indicating he already has one, but grabs a shotgun as well.
[2016-02-17 20:27:49] <Antioch|GM> Travis heads off somewhere to get started on his graffiti.
[2016-02-17 20:27:56] <Antioch|GM> When you get in KeAndre's car, he asks, "So, what are we going to, exactly?" ||
[2016-02-17 20:30:41] <Saff|Kill> "The train yards." I say, and give him directions to the relative area. "Don't... Don't ask too many questions. I might need you for backup. But I shouldn't." I brush a chunk of hair off of my forehead and sigh again. "This is all so crazy. Let's go." For a moment, I contemplate asking to bum a cigarette. I've never smoked before. Probably shouldn't. But it
[2016-02-17 20:30:41] <Saff|Kill> seems like something that I should do. Sitting in a car with one of my men... I look more like a goth teenager than a mob boss. ||
[2016-02-17 20:32:22] <Antioch|GM> You have to cross the river to get to the Trainyards. Along the way, you see sections of the road cordoned off, oversized potholes and craters, a remnant of the attack on the Borgata.
[2016-02-17 20:32:55] <Antioch|GM> When you arrive, you see the familiar sight of various abandoned traincars sitting on the tracks. The lights of the buildings downtown illuminate the skyline and the river in the background. ||
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[2016-02-17 20:34:57] <Saff|Kill> This place. It was home for too long. I wonder if someone's living in the car that I had taken over. Most people avoided me. I mean. I'm /me/. But there's bound to be someone lurking somewhere that I can kill. I pull my shadow armor on and start to sneak around, hoping to find someone who is less nimble than the man in the alleyway.
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[2016-02-17 20:41:37] <Saff|Kill> ||
[2016-02-17 20:41:47] <Antioch|GM> ((Wits check - awareness))
[2016-02-17 20:42:01] <Saff|Kill> $roll 1d6
[2016-02-17 20:42:01] <[ATM]> Saff|Kill [3]
[2016-02-17 20:42:39] <Antioch|GM> The Trainyard is noticeably abandoned, since last you saw it, even with its other denizens giving you and your shadows a wide berth.
[2016-02-17 20:43:25] <Antioch|GM> You spend some time fruitlessly looking for a victim, when you hear a crunching of gravel behind you.
[2016-02-17 20:43:40] <Antioch|GM> "You're trespassing." ||
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[2016-02-17 20:44:10] <Saff|Kill> "Tresspassing?" I turn around, my lips curled into an angry snarl. "Who do you think you are?"||
[2016-02-17 20:45:10] <Antioch|GM> It's a squat, blocky robot on treads, its single 'eye' a camera lens, with a flashlight illuminating you.
[2016-02-17 20:45:22] <Antioch|GM> "You're tresspassing," it repeats, pausing to chirp appreciatively.
[2016-02-17 20:45:27] <Antioch|GM> One of Player One's machines. ||
[2016-02-17 20:47:37] <Saff|Kill> "Lovely." I'm probably being broadcast online somewhere. Heh. Some neckbeard somewhere is probably commenting in the chat, asking for me to show my tits. Got to love the internet. "You're a robot. You're not going to do shit to me." Just in case though, I slash the air in front of me, leaving rends in the air. If it goes forward, it'll be shredded to bits.
[2016-02-17 20:47:37] <Saff|Kill> ||
[2016-02-17 20:48:08] <Antioch|GM> "This statement is demonstrably false," it replies, opening fire.
[2016-02-17 20:48:17] <Antioch|GM> $roll 2d6
[2016-02-17 20:48:17] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [1]+[3] = 4
[2016-02-17 20:48:21] <Antioch|GM> ((Dodge roll))
[2016-02-17 20:50:40] <Saff|Kill> $roll 1d6
[2016-02-17 20:50:40] <[ATM]> Saff|Kill [6]
[2016-02-17 20:51:17] <Antioch|GM> You sidestep effortlessly as the robot fires into the spatial tear. It's dark - you assume the bullets are mangled on their way through.
[2016-02-17 20:51:31] <Antioch|GM> "I am embarrassed," the robot says, beeping sadly. ||
[2016-02-17 20:52:47] <Saff|Kill> "You better be, you fucking hunk of junk." I shake my head. "Are you going to apologize? Now. Leave." ||
[2016-02-17 20:53:57] <Antioch|GM> The robot's voice changes into something a little more natural.
[2016-02-17 20:54:17] <Antioch|GM> "Sorry, lady," it says, "looks like the votes are in favor of me kicking your ass."
[2016-02-17 20:54:44] <Antioch|GM> You see the muzzle flash as the robot tries to shoot you again.
[2016-02-17 20:54:47] <Antioch|GM> $roll 2d6
[2016-02-17 20:54:47] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [4]+[2] = 6
[2016-02-17 20:54:59] <Antioch|GM> ((Defensive roll again))
[2016-02-17 20:55:06] <Saff|Kill> $roll 1d6
[2016-02-17 20:55:06] <[ATM]> Saff|Kill [4]
[2016-02-17 20:55:43] <Antioch|GM> One of the bullets grazes your armor, getting shredded in the process.
[2016-02-17 20:56:08] <Antioch|GM> Overhead, a drone swoops down, shining a spotlight on you. Ostensibly, it's for better lighting for the video stream, but it's fucking with your shadows. ||
[2016-02-17 20:57:57] <Saff|Kill> "I don't want to fight you!" I growl, cringing at the bright light. "I came here to blow off steam. Jesus. If I show my tits will you go away?" I doubt the answer will be yes. "Ke. Shoot that bitch down." I'm referring to the light. Ugh. I just wanted to kill a hobo and now I'm being extorted.||
[2016-02-17 20:58:54] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+2
[2016-02-17 20:58:54] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [2]+2 = 4
[2016-02-17 20:59:00] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6
[2016-02-17 20:59:00] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [5]
[2016-02-17 20:59:36] <Antioch|GM> KeAndre levels his pistol at the drone, but it drops suddenly, dodging the bullet.
[2016-02-17 20:59:52] <Antioch|GM> Rather than shoot at you, the robot pauses for a moment.
[2016-02-17 21:00:04] <Antioch|GM> "Tallying up the votes, that looks like a yes."
[2016-02-17 21:00:08] <Antioch|GM> Oh, internet. ||
[2016-02-17 21:00:59] <Saff|Kill> "That's a solid 'Tits and you GTFO,' right? I want vocal confirmation before this goes all over the PHO forums."||
[2016-02-17 21:02:49] <Antioch|GM> "Wait, shit," it says, "I can't actually do that. The stream isn't age-restricted."
[2016-02-17 21:02:59] <Antioch|GM> The robot pauses again.
[2016-02-17 21:03:09] <Antioch|GM> "Fuck, I just lost twenty viewers." ||
[2016-02-17 21:04:50] <Saff|Kill> "Are you serious? You forgot to check the little box? Come ON. If you kick my ass because I won't show the internet my boobs." I push my hair off of my head and sigh. "Can you turn off that light. It's been a really fucking crazy day and it's kind of a dick move. What'll keep you from shooting me? What do you want? A show? I can give you a show." ||
[2016-02-17 21:07:30] <Antioch|GM> The spotlight dims slightly. "What do you have in mind?" ||
[2016-02-17 21:11:10] <Saff|Kill> "Ha. Like I'd let you film me killing someone. I don't need the PRT coming after me. They're already mad about that police station. No one was even in it." I pause and tap my chin. "Do you have something in mind? I'm not too up to date on what the internet likes besides tits and cats. But I really don't want to be shot at tonight and something tells me you
[2016-02-17 21:11:10] <Saff|Kill> won't just let me go home. What do you want, Player one?" This guy is getting under my skin. He sure has... moxie.||
[2016-02-17 21:12:49] <Antioch|GM> "Let's stick to the regularly scheduled programming," he replies. "I've got some new toys to show off."
[2016-02-17 21:13:48] <Antioch|GM> The robot plays some sort of prerecorded trumpet fanfare as the aerial drone directs its spotlight to a larger mech advancing on your position, several heads taller than you are. ||
[2016-02-17 21:15:07] <Saff|Kill> "You're a right bastard, you know that?" I mumble, taking off in a run with my claws out behind me, scratching the air as I go. Keeping a rend field up makes things a little trickier, but... maybe it'll shred one of the dumber robots. "Why are you going after me? I just want to be left ALONE."||
[2016-02-17 21:15:43] <Antioch|GM> ((Which direction are you running?))
[2016-02-17 21:16:19] <Saff|Kill> ((zig zagged. But away from the camera. Probably towards Ke and the car))
[2016-02-17 21:16:31] <Saff|Kill> ((why didn't you just ask me you're sitting right next to me))
[2016-02-17 21:16:44] <Antioch|GM> ((For the purposes of the logs))
[2016-02-17 21:17:58] <Antioch|GM> You break off into an awkward serpentine, carving the air behind you as you go.
[2016-02-17 21:18:22] <Antioch|GM> The little robot scoots along in your wake.
[2016-02-17 21:18:51] <Antioch|GM> You can hear it say, "Whoah there! Bitching out this soon is bad for your ratings and mine!"
[2016-02-17 21:18:54] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+2
[2016-02-17 21:18:54] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [3]+2 = 5
[2016-02-17 21:18:56] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6
[2016-02-17 21:18:56] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [5]
[2016-02-17 21:19:02] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d3
[2016-02-17 21:19:02] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [3]
[2016-02-17 21:19:29] <Antioch|GM> KeAndre plugs the aerial drone with his second shot.
[2016-02-17 21:19:40] <Antioch|GM> "Pretty dick move, bro!" the robot says. ||
[2016-02-17 21:22:46] <Saff|Kill> "Ratings? Look, I just wanted to kill a homeless man and you're REALLY cramping my style. You're trying to shoot at me, and I don't want to play your stupid game. Tell the internet. Tell them that Dead Man's Hand isn't over. Tell them that I'm ready. That I'm waiting. This city better be afraid of me." I point my finger at it in a come-hither motion,
[2016-02-17 21:22:46] <Saff|Kill> growling in anger.  If it comes close enough, I'm going to slash at it again. Hopefully Ke will follow suit and shoot it down.||
[2016-02-17 21:24:11] <Antioch|GM> "You wanted to WHAT?!"
[2016-02-17 21:25:07] <Antioch|GM> "Okay, psycho," Player One replies.
[2016-02-17 21:26:58] <Antioch|GM> The larger mech is leveling what looks like a longbarrel cannon at you as the drone shifts its spotlight back onto you, turning it up full glare.
[2016-02-17 21:27:41] <Antioch|GM> "I might fuck around, but I sure as hell don't fuckin' gank homeless dudes for shits and giggles."
[2016-02-17 21:28:48] <Antioch|GM> "Did you drag my ass out here so you could fuck up a hobo?" KeAndre hisses, sotto voce. ||
[2016-02-17 21:32:20] <Saff|Kill> "I have Kill in my name, you jackass." I say to the camera. "What did you people fucking expect? Oh I'm sorry, I won't kill this homeless man because it's 'wrong.' No shit, it's wrong. It's wrong that I even have these powers!" I side eye KeAndre, frowning a bit. "You weren't going to be involved. I told you not to ask questions. Ke, I think of you as a
[2016-02-17 21:32:20] <Saff|Kill> friend." Yeah. He's probably gonna be mad too. "But I didn't do anything. I haven't killed anyone yet." Before anything happens, I slice another rend field in front of me. "I didn't want this life. But people like you who treat me like a circus freak DROVE ME TO THIS. ME? I'M THIS WORLD'S CREATION."||
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[2016-02-17 22:07:15] <Antioch|GM> "Tone down the angst, babe," the small robot says, "nobody's makin' you messily butcher some poor hobo, least of all me."
[2016-02-17 22:07:32] <Antioch|GM> "This is gettin' kinda sad, honestly, let's just fight."
[2016-02-17 22:08:27] <Antioch|GM> The mech swivels away from you, and you realize too late it's aimed at KeAndre's car.
[2016-02-17 22:09:11] <Antioch|GM> He dives out of the way, but the resultant laser beam punches a clean hole straight through the windshield and through some seats.
[2016-02-17 22:09:49] <Antioch|GM> "OH HELL THE FUCK NO YOU DIDN'T," he shouts, firing indiscriminately into the bots.
[2016-02-17 22:09:58] <Antioch|GM> $roll 2d6 (+1)
[2016-02-17 22:09:58] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "(+1)" [5]+[6] = 11
[2016-02-17 22:10:13] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6
[2016-02-17 22:10:13] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [1]
[2016-02-17 22:10:38] <Antioch|GM> The little robot with the treads gets two holes punched into its chassis and stops moving or making sound. ||
[2016-02-17 22:18:31] <Saff|Kill> "Ke. I owe you so much." I say, trying to give him the most sympathetic look that I can. "Player One. Go fuck yourself." I scramble to get to the car, hoping that we can get the fuck out before he follows.||
[2016-02-17 22:18:53] <Saff|Kill> ((how many robots are left?))
[2016-02-17 22:21:18] <Antioch|GM> Two aerial drones are hovering above the trainyard, and the larger mech seems to be charging up another shot. One of the drones is smoking. KeAndre hurls himself into the driver's seat, revving the engine and trying to peel out before the car is plugged by another laser shot.
[2016-02-17 22:22:28] <Antioch|GM> Sheer luck, that it didn't hit the engine or anything beneath the hood.
[2016-02-17 22:22:46] <Antioch|GM> "Leaving so soon?" the tall mech bellows.
[2016-02-17 22:22:50] <Antioch|GM> "Booooo." ||
[2016-02-17 22:24:34] <Saff|Kill> KeAndre deserves a raise. A big raise. Holy shit. If only he were a cape. "GO GO GO!" There's a rush of adrenaline crashing through my veins. Holy shit this is so not what I wanted. "This guy is such a DOUCHE. Do you think we can lose him?"||
[2016-02-17 22:25:07] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+2 Driving, dex
[2016-02-17 22:25:07] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Driving, dex" [4]+2 = 6
[2016-02-17 22:25:12] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6 Driving, wits
[2016-02-17 22:25:12] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Driving, wits" [1]
[2016-02-17 22:25:18] <Saff|Kill> ((oh fuck))
[2016-02-17 22:25:46] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6 Carguts
[2016-02-17 22:25:46] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Carguts" [1]
[2016-02-17 22:26:13] <Antioch|GM> KeAndre peels out of the parking lot as fast as he can, not paying too much attention to where he's going save for /away/.
[2016-02-17 22:26:41] <Antioch|GM> He accidentally runs over one of the smaller robots, which explodes, sending the car screeching to a halt, a nasty sound coming from beneath the hood.
[2016-02-17 22:27:14] <Antioch|GM> "GodDAMNIT," he shouts, punching the steering wheel. The car honks.
[2016-02-17 22:27:34] <Antioch|GM> You can see the spotlights of the approaching drones, less than a hundred feet away and growing closer. ||
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[2016-02-17 22:29:44] <Saff|Kill> "Ke, I owe you I swear I owe you. More than Taco Bell. Shit. If we make it out of this I owe you like my firstborn or some shit." I grab my gun, frowning so much that my face hurts. "Age restricted huh? I'm going to get him shut down." I start unzipping my costume as I get out of the car, stripping down as fast as I can so that the cameras will catch me.
[2016-02-17 22:29:44] <Saff|Kill> "Good luck explaining this one." ||
[2016-02-17 22:33:59] <Antioch|GM> The closer, non-damaged drone draws closer, shining its spotlight on you, searing away the shadows still pouring off your skin.
[2016-02-17 22:34:09] <Antioch|GM> It pauses, turnings around.
[2016-02-17 22:34:35] <Antioch|GM> *turning
[2016-02-17 22:36:03] <Antioch|GM> You're not sure what it says, the tinier speakers on the small flying craft being too shitty to project much sound, but it flies off.
[2016-02-17 22:36:27] <Antioch|GM> "Uh..." KeAndre starts, trying to think of what to say.
[2016-02-17 22:36:33] <Antioch|GM> "Never mind, forget it." ||
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[2016-02-17 22:39:06] <Saff|Kill> I get back into the car, pulling my clothes back on with a scowl. "Wink is going to be pissed at me for doing that. He's going to be really fucking pissed." Wow, this night has sucked. I punch the dashboard as hard as I can, letting out a frustrated groan. "We never speak of my breasts again. Ever." However, I pat Ke on the back and try to give him a small
[2016-02-17 22:39:06] <Saff|Kill> smile. "Thank you, though. You... you did good. I'm proud. Do... Do you think Malcolm would give us a lift or are we fucked? How bad is the damage? I... I will pay to fix this."||
[2016-02-17 22:40:20] <Antioch|GM> "I /liked/ that car, too..." he groans. He tosses you his cell phone. "You call him." ||
[2016-02-17 22:42:11] <Saff|Kill> I dial his number and wait for the tone, frowning. "I'll get you a new car. A better car. One with lasers. Maybe not lasers. They're kind of tacky." I wait for Malcolm to pick up. Hopefully he hasn't run into too much trouble.||
[2016-02-17 22:43:20] <Antioch|GM> Malcolm seems to be fine. He's on his way to pick you up. You can cower in an alleyway in the interim, I guess.
[2016-02-17 22:43:48] <Antioch|GM> KeAndre's still pretty salty about the whole affair, seeing as you ruined his car in your half-baked attempt to gut some poor hobo. ||
[2016-02-17 22:47:17] <Saff|Kill> Heh. Maybe cowering in an alley is a step above hiding in a bush at McDonald's. Never thought i'd be thinking of fond memories with Coldhand. Either way, I look over at KeAndre. "I'm. I'm really sorry. I fucked up, I know. /I'm/ fucked up. And I feel bad. I'm going. I'm going to make this up to you, I promise. You do good work. I like you. And I'm not just
[2016-02-17 22:47:17] <Saff|Kill> saying that!" Fuck. I'll just shut up till Malcolm comes. I've really fucked up tonight. Actually, speaking of that, I'm going to send a message to Wink. [Fucked up. Trying to fix. Will talk. -Kill] ||
[2016-02-17 22:51:37] <Antioch|GM> Malcolm arrives after a protracted and uncomfortable silence.
[2016-02-17 22:52:00] <Antioch|GM> "The fuck just happened?" he asks, after picking the two of you up. ||
[2016-02-17 22:54:29] <Saff|Kill> "Did you hear about that Player One shit with the Borgata?" I ask, picking up a box of Newports from Malcolm's center console. I pluck one out of the box and place it between my lips experimentally, then light it. I take a deep breath in, then cough all over the place. Fuck that noise. I stamp it out and sigh. "Yeah, well I ran into him. Had to show him the
[2016-02-17 22:54:29] <Saff|Kill> goods to get him to go away. The boss is going to be PISSED."||
[2016-02-17 22:56:11] <Antioch|GM> "Uh, wow, okay." He seems at a slight loss for words. ||
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[2016-02-17 22:57:31] <Saff|Kill> "Yeah. I owe Ke a new car too. It's not a great night." Actually, I'm going to pull out my phone and google my name. See if the internet travels as fast as I think it does. ||
[2016-02-17 22:58:48] <Antioch|GM> Rather than PHO, you go to Player One's website and its corresponding forums, reading through the live commentary.
[2016-02-17 23:00:03] <Antioch|GM> Judging by the pissed and disappointed posts, it looks like P1 has slight time delay in his stream, giving him enough time to mosaic out your features before his audience caught it. You may have made yourself look like an unhinged psychopath with a penchant for exhibitionism tonight, but at least you cost him some viewership. ||
[2016-02-17 23:05:29] <Saff|Kill> Good. Bastard. Who does he think he is, bugging innocent people who haven't even killed anyone yet! Well. Except for Terry. But Terry doesn't count. "I really fucked up tonight." I say, my hands starting to shake. "I don't know where to stay." Zoup is fucked and the Safehouse... I don't want to be there. Wink will probably gut me the second he gets back.
[2016-02-17 23:05:29] <Saff|Kill> There's... There's not a lot I can do. For a moment, I consider calling Nachzehrer. The shaky alliance between us is probably done. But maybe. Maybe she'd be interested in scratching my back the way I scratched hers.||
[2016-02-17 23:10:36] <Antioch|GM> Malcolm pauses for a moment, then offers you his place. He drops KeAndre off amidst your reassurances that he'll have a newer, better car, but he doesn't seem very psyched or receptive to your cajoling. ||
[2016-02-17 23:12:58] <Saff|Kill> "You two deserve a lot better than me." I say with a sigh. I lean back in the passenger's seat and look over to Malcolm, my mind racing. "On a scale of one to ten, how butt fucked am I, Mal?"||
[2016-02-17 23:14:16] <Antioch|GM> "I dunno, how much do you wanna be?" he replies, giving you a grin. Oh no. With your flasher's antics, he's apparently jumped to the conclusion that you're DTF. ||
[2016-02-17 23:18:42] <Saff|Kill> "Mal. Now is not the time for jokes!" I hope he can just FEEL my eyes rolling. I don't need to fuck my men. It's not that Malcolm is bad looking it's--I shake my head. My thoughts are just a shitty jumble tonight and I can't fucking focus. "I meant by the boss. Wink is going to be PISSED. How do I explain this to him?" I lean forward and put my head in my
[2016-02-17 23:18:42] <Saff|Kill> hands, a slight headache pulsing from my temples. "I don't know what to do. My life is a mess. I have these... urges and I just can't get rid of them."||
[2016-02-17 23:20:49] <Antioch|GM> "What kind of urges?" he asks, still leering. Goddamnit, Malcolm. ||
[2016-02-17 23:21:23] <Saff|Kill> "Murder, Malcolm. Murder. If you want to get in my pants, you need to have smoother game."||
[2016-02-17 23:24:14] <Antioch|GM> "Okay, okay," he says, relenting. "The fuck do you mean?"
[2016-02-17 23:25:08] <Antioch|GM> "Do you seriously just get up and feel like, 'shit, dogg, I gotta fuckin' kill the shit out of somebody today'?" ||
[2016-02-17 23:29:59] <Saff|Kill> "Not in the morning usually. Just when I get angry. Or like. When I breathe. I don't know. It's like there's this voice. And it wants me to do it. Like an animal instinct." I shrug, leaning back in the seat. "I am pretty much a wolf. Maybe it has something to do with that. Or maybe I'm just crazy. Ke's scared of me now, I think." I pull off my mask now that
[2016-02-17 23:29:59] <Saff|Kill> the combat is done. Having it is really a formality, as I have no secret identity. Smoke billows off of my face as I turn to look at Malcolm. "I'm angry. Mal. I was supposed to have a life, and then this happened to me." It sucks. I'm still covered in scars from when the wolves attacked me. "And now I'm stuck here. I didn't have a choice."||
[2016-02-17 23:34:21] <Antioch|GM> He stops, thinking seriously for several moments.
[2016-02-17 23:34:49] <Antioch|GM> Eventually, he settles on asking, "Well, what did you have planned for your life, before your powers fucked it up?" ||
[2016-02-17 23:36:17] * Bel|AFK is now known as bel|slep
[2016-02-17 23:37:09] <Saff|Kill> "College. Having friends. Having a life. I was supposed to fall in love and get married and have a great job and all of these things. But then I got to college and everyone treated me like a freak. They asked me why I wasn't in the Protectorate. What my power actually did. They wouldn't leave me alone. They treated me like a freak. My parents were scared of
[2016-02-17 23:37:09] <Saff|Kill> me. So... So I left. And now I'm here and I want to rip someone's throat out and you're making passes at me and I just wish... I wish none of this ever happened to me."||
[2016-02-17 23:38:43] <Antioch|GM> "College? Having a life?"
[2016-02-17 23:39:17] <Antioch|GM> "Hate to break it to you, but you don't need fucked-up powers to miss that shit."
[2016-02-17 23:40:38] <Antioch|GM> "I'm not in this gang for shits and giggles," he retorts, "you'd best believe I'd be gone if I had my shit together."
[2016-02-17 23:41:27] <Antioch|GM> "One outta maybe a hundred fuckin' people get to live the life they fuckin' want. Everyone else has to make do." ||
[2016-02-17 23:47:42] <Saff|Kill>  "I didn't even get a chance. I'm a freak. And now I'm a freak who's going to get KILLED." I look over and put a hand on Malcolm's shoulder. "You've been good. If I don't last much longer. I really enjoyed having you and Ke." Maybe I'm getting a little too sob-story on him. I shouldn't let him see this side of me. Then again, the entire internet has seen
[2016-02-17 23:47:42] <Saff|Kill> some side of me today. "I won't murder you in your sleep tonight, if you're worried about that. I can control it. A bit. I like you. I don't want to kill you."||
[2016-02-17 23:50:16] <Antioch|GM> "Look," he says, palms held out flat, facing you. "Not trying to be a creep, but there /are/ other ways of blowing off steam." ||
[2016-02-17 23:51:56] <Saff|Kill> "Maiming?" I say, cocking my head to the side. "Or are you suggesting that we have sex? I'm beginning to wonder if this place to stay is conditional." I blink a few times, staring at him. "Why would you want to fuck me, anyway? Malcolm, I'm a freak."||
[2016-02-17 23:53:18] <Antioch|GM> "No," he says, shaking his head. "Uh, to the conditional bit, and the freak bit."
[2016-02-17 23:54:26] <Antioch|GM> "If it's that big of a deal, I can take the couch, you can take the bed."
[2016-02-17 23:55:12] <Antioch|GM> "But," he continues, "even I can tell you're stressed as fuck, and there's better ways of dealing with that that going out and capping random dudes."
[2016-02-17 23:56:31] <Antioch|GM> "And seriously, you're not a freak. Were you in town when all those fucking Case 53s rolled through?"
[2016-02-17 23:56:40] <Antioch|GM> "Trust me, my freak standards are /way/ higher." ||
[2016-02-17 23:56:55] <Saff|Kill> "
[2016-02-18 00:01:24] <Saff|Kill> I blink a few times, staring at him. "No uh. I won't kick you out of your bed." Wow. This night started with an assassination and was going to end with getting some ass. "I uh. We're... Not telling anyone about this though."||
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[2016-02-18 00:03:20] <Antioch|GM> "Uh, right," he says, miming zipping his lips. You've been sitting in the parking lot of his apartment complex for a while, letting the car's engine and heater run, but he takes this as his cue head out of the car. ||
[2016-02-18 00:06:52] <Saff|Kill> I uh. This is... really weird. "You... You can call me Gwyn, I guess. That's... That's nicer to say." I push a lock of hair behind my ear and look down at the ground, cringing a little. Besides my little stunt today, most of my body is usually covered. None of my subordinates have ever seen my scars. It's... Weird. I follow him to his door, shoving my hands
[2016-02-18 00:06:52] <Saff|Kill> deep in my coat pockets to try to keep them from freezing in the Cleveland cold. It's only a little bit longer until Christmas, and I can only hope I get to live to then. "Thanks... For letting me stay."||
[2016-02-18 00:07:37] <Antioch|GM> He pauses on his way up the stairs.
[2016-02-18 00:07:46] * bel|slep is now known as bel|gone
[2016-02-18 00:07:53] <Antioch|GM> "No prob, boss. Uh, Gwyn."
[2016-02-18 00:08:18] <Antioch|GM> He spends a few moments awkwardly fumbling with the lock before letting you in.
[2016-02-18 00:09:58] <Antioch|GM> It's a pretty cruddy apartment. There's socks and pizza boxes piled on the floor, a bunch of empty and half-empty drink cans covering the table. The TV is an old, crappy CRT left on with the volume turned low. It's late enough that only infomercials are showing.
[2016-02-18 00:10:23] <Antioch|GM> He heads over to the fridge, fetching two cans of subpar beer, handing you one of them.
[2016-02-18 00:10:32] <Antioch|GM> "Fuck, I kinda wish I had something stronger." ||
[2016-02-18 00:13:34] <Saff|Kill> "Do you... Think I need to be drunk to sleep with you?" I stare at him as I crack open the can, an eyebrow raised. The mess doesn't bother me too much. Hell, I was homeless for a while. This is better than nothing. I wasn't expecting silk sheets anyway. I put the can down for a moment and throw off my coat, leaving me standing in my suit. Not exactly the
[2016-02-18 00:13:34] <Saff|Kill> most convenient thing to scramble out of for a one-night stand. "Because... I don't."||
[2016-02-18 00:14:50] <Antioch|GM> "Oh, no, whoa," he says, backtracking. "It's just been a real fuck of a day, is all."
[2016-02-18 00:15:25] <Antioch|GM> To punctuate that, he takes a lengthy draught from his can. ||
[2016-02-18 00:19:59] <Saff|Kill> "Heh. You don't need to say that again." I start drinking from the can, neglecting to note that I'm only nineteen. Then again, we're fucking criminals. I doubt he really has qualms about serving a minor. It's unevenly warm, it tastes like water and piss, but... it's better than murdering someone, I guess. "Let's... Not talk about work for a bit. Mal, I."
[2016-02-18 00:19:59] <Saff|Kill> Wow, I'm horrible at small talk. "I can sit on the couch, right?"||
[2016-02-18 00:20:33] <Antioch|GM> ((It is not warm, it was from the fridge. You are correct about the piss taste, however.))
[2016-02-18 00:20:45] <Saff|Kill> ((shhhhh))
[2016-02-18 00:21:21] <Antioch|GM> "Yeah, sure." He steps out of the kitchen, taking a moment to clear all the crap off the couch.
[2016-02-18 00:21:29] <Antioch|GM> "Sorry the place is kind of a dump," he says, grimacing. ||
[2016-02-18 00:25:56] <Saff|Kill> "It's all right. I lived in an abandoned train car for a while." I shrug a bit, wrapping both of my hands around the can. I'm still wearing my gloves. I don't think I've taken them off for a significant period of time since the accident. "Having a shitty apartment is better than not having a living space a all." I sit down on the couch slowly, half expecting
[2016-02-18 00:25:56] <Saff|Kill> it to collapse under me, then I pull each glove off. Right first, then left. There's a large scar on the back of my left hand in the shape of a bite mark, and smoke is leaking freely from it. "I. It's... It's getting cold out. Erm. Do you have plans for Christmas?" This is the most awkward seduction ever. I wonder if I should just shove him down and start
[2016-02-18 00:25:56] <Saff|Kill> kissing. Is that... That what people do?||
[2016-02-18 00:29:24] <Antioch|GM> "Get absolutely fucking wasted and watch whatever shitty Christmas movie is playing on TV," he replies, though a touch sarcastically.
[2016-02-18 00:29:27] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6
[2016-02-18 00:29:27] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [5]
[2016-02-18 00:29:49] <Antioch|GM> He starts to gesture at your hand and the scarring on it, but catches himself, deciding against it. ||
[2016-02-18 00:30:16] <Saff|Kill> ((Do I catch him gesturing?))
[2016-02-18 00:30:23] <Antioch|GM> ((Yeah.))
[2016-02-18 00:36:30] <Saff|Kill> "Wolves. Left town after Auswahlen came in and classes were cancelled. I decided to go camping, and well..." I try to pull up my sleeve, but the material is hard to pull up higher. Instead I unzip the top again and wiggle my arm out. It's not graceful, especially when I get stuck on one of the kevlar panels. "I got fucked up." ||
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[2016-02-18 00:39:45] <Antioch|GM> Seeing you struggle with the armored part of your costume, he helps you out of the unwieldy suit.
[2016-02-18 00:39:45] <Antioch|GM> "Shit," he says, grimacing at the scars. "That does NOT look fun."
[2016-02-18 00:39:45] <Antioch|GM> It's still pretty cold inside the apartment, the heating taking a while to kick in. ||
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[2016-02-18 00:43:32] <Saff|Kill> "I probably should have died. It was stupid, going out alone like that. I don't know how much you know about hiking and camping and things but... You're always supposed to have a buddy." I chuckle a little. How ironic. "I guess now I'm going alone again though. Coldhand is dead. I guess I'll never learn." It's cold, and I'm half exposed on my subordinate's
[2016-02-18 00:43:32] <Saff|Kill> couch. I probably shouldn't be bringing up dead people. "I hate them."||
[2016-02-18 00:45:21] <Antioch|GM> "Hate... who?" Malcolm asks, uncertainly. "Coldhand? Didn't like him much either." ||
[2016-02-18 00:46:56] <Saff|Kill> "No. The scars. They're... Twisted. Ugly. They're a constant reminder. I don't know." I look back over to Malcolm, looking him over up and down. "They don't hurt anymore though. Which is good."||
[2016-02-18 00:53:06] <Antioch|GM> He picks up your hand for a closer look, tracing the scars with his fingers. It feels odd - the sensation is there, but detached, numbed from the presence of all the scar tissue.
[2016-02-18 00:53:06] <Antioch|GM> "I'm not trying to say what you went through wasn't really shitty," he says, stumbling through the double negatives, "but I think they look pretty badass." ||
[2016-02-18 00:58:43] <Saff|Kill> I hold my breath as Malcolm touches my scars, looking away with a pained look on my face. "I guess in a way, they are. I did have to beat up three wolves to get them." A small smile cracks on my face, though it slowly fades. "Can... Can you help me get the rest of this..." I point to the suit.||
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[2016-02-18 01:02:55] <Antioch|GM> He complies, helping you out of your cobbled-together costume. It's really not the best, pieced together from leather and the bullet-resistant attire you were able to scrounge up with Blackjack's assistance.
[2016-02-18 01:02:55] <Antioch|GM> It's particularly awkward, largely due to the belts and straps, and it's worsened by the fact that it's still pretty cold.
[2016-02-18 01:02:55] <Antioch|GM> "Definitely not a freak," Malcolm comments, "those are some nice legs."
[2016-02-18 01:02:55] <Antioch|GM> You're slightly paranoid that it's empty flattery, given the low lighting and the dark fog pouring off your body. ||
[2016-02-18 01:10:20] <Saff|Kill> "I..." I close my eyes, leaning in to try to kiss Malcolm and hope i hit his face. ||
[2016-02-18 01:10:23] * bel|gone is now known as bel|werk
[2016-02-18 01:11:48] <Antioch|GM> ((Roll... Wits, I think, would be the relevant stat.))
[2016-02-18 01:12:14] <Saff|Kill> $roll 1d6
[2016-02-18 01:12:14] <[ATM]> Saff|Kill [3]
[2016-02-18 01:12:30] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6
[2016-02-18 01:12:30] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [5]
[2016-02-18 01:18:11] <Antioch|GM> You go off course slightly, lips brushing the side of his face, but he puts his hands out on your cheeks, repositioning your head such that you don't miss.
[2016-02-18 01:18:11] <Antioch|GM> It's awkward, at first, but that's a given. Your gut is churning, and the piss-poor beer that you took a few sips of leaves a bad taste in your mouth.
[2016-02-18 01:18:11] <Antioch|GM> That being said, it's been... three years since your last kiss, just as awful, if not worse, a disappointing highlight of a cruddy junior prom. ||
[2016-02-18 01:21:36] * Thalia is now known as Thaliaway
[2016-02-18 01:22:37] <Saff|Kill> Well. That... could have gone better. But... I have some faith that he won't be terrible in bed? Maybe? It better be a good lay, if Wink's going to skin me and send Gutshot to run around in my ladysuit. I shift my position, realizing that we're still on the couch. "Should we... move?"||
[2016-02-18 01:26:18] <Antioch|GM> "Yeah," he says, picking you up off the couch. "It's fucking cold."
[2016-02-18 01:26:24] <Antioch|GM> "D'you wanna shower first, or nah?" ||
[2016-02-18 01:28:24] <Saff|Kill> "I. Erm. No, let's get on with this." I don't want to let on that if we stall any longer I might just chicken out. "You've got...?"||
[2016-02-18 01:32:47] <Antioch|GM> "Right, yeah," he says, setting you down on the bed and digging through his dresser drawer. You hear the sound of a cardboard box being opened.
[2016-02-18 01:32:47] <Antioch|GM> Thinking for a moment, he asks, "It's you who needs to blow off some steam, so if you have any... uh, requests?" ||
[2016-02-18 01:34:42] <Saff|Kill> "No, I uh." I cringe. Somehow we went from murder to sex and I have to make sure I don't accidentally pop my claws. "Just. Whatever. Is fine."||
[2016-02-18 01:36:13] <Antioch|GM> $roll 3d6 (+0/+1/+1)
[2016-02-18 01:36:13] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "(+0/+1/+1)" [1]+[5]+[5] = 11
[2016-02-18 01:36:27] <Antioch|GM> ((Roll Soc/Ath/Dex))
[2016-02-18 01:37:46] <Saff|Kill> $roll 3d6 (-1/+0/-1)
[2016-02-18 01:37:46] <[ATM]> Saff|Kill "(-1/+0/-1)" [3]+[5]+[4] = 12
[2016-02-18 01:44:54] * Firlz is now known as firlzzz
[2016-02-18 01:46:53] <Antioch|GM> The awkward tone hanging over the entire conversation between you two takes its toll on the sex, the silence intermittently punctuated by muffled groans and squeaks.
[2016-02-18 01:46:53] <Antioch|GM> Your breadth of experience is rather limited, what little you have owed to uncomfortable and spontaneous college experimentation, but by your limited sample size, there's a compelling argument to be made that it's the best lay you've had.
[2016-02-18 01:46:53] <Antioch|GM> Physical satisfaction is one thing, but it's an immense mental relief to be able to singlemindedly focus on pleasure, rather than the stresses of handling a gang, dealing with the failures of Coldhand and other incompetent subordinates, and the embarrassing events earlier today.
[2016-02-18 01:46:53] <Antioch|GM> Afterwards, your body aching in the same satisfying way you've achieved hiking long mountain trails, Malcolm asks, "Think you feel a bit better now?" ||
[2016-02-18 01:46:53] <Antioch|GM> ((You can give me your response and I'll end the session on that note.))
[2016-02-18 01:50:48] <Saff|Kill> It was somewhat similar to the relief that I felt when I shoved Terry into the rend hole. Less destructive at least. "Much. But you breathe a word of this to anyone and it's never happening again." I roll over and pull the covers over me with a sigh. "Night, Mal." ||
[2016-02-18 01:50:57] <Antioch|GM> ||||