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  1. •Antioch|GM> ...
  2. 2:45 PM <•Antioch|GM> Freddie wakes up in an unfamiliar room. It's not a hospital room -- more a bedroom, though smaller than his old one in Cameron's house. He's out of costume, changed into an oversized T-shirt and gym shorts, and despite the December weather, the heater's on full blast to the point where the attire isn't damnably lacking.
  3. 2:45 PM <•Antioch|GM> The last thing he remembers is getting impaled, blacking out. What's more surprising than his surroundings is the fact that there's no gaping hole in his stomach. ||
  4. 2:48 PM ColdGold → CG|Artful
  5. 2:48 PM <CG|Artful> ...
  6. 2:50 PM <CG|Artful> Freddie eyes open wide, and he screams the scream he hadn't been able to get out. The memory of being impaled is fresh in his mind.
  7. 2:51 PM <CG|Artful> The scream soon turns to deep breaths, as he feels at his stomach to see. How is it smooth? Blake?
  8. 2:51 PM <CG|Artful> Thinking of Blake leads him to try and sit up. He needs to see what's going on.
  9. 2:51 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  10. 2:54 PM <•Antioch|GM> The skin feels like his own, it doesn't hurt or twinge at any exploratory prods. Lifting his shirt up to check, there's a pinkish splotch, lighter than the surrounding skin, like a freshly healed wound. Almost certainly Blake's work.
  11. 2:54 PM <•Antioch|GM> Even though it's not his old bedroom, there are points of familiarity. The shirt and shorts are his own, he's pretty sure, and the posters flattened out under a stack of books in the corner -- both posters and books appear to be his. ||
  12. 3:04 PM <CG|Artful> ...
  13. 3:04 PM <CG|Artful> ((Sorry it didn't notify me))
  14. 3:05 PM <CG|Artful> He's in a safe place that's for sure. But he feels anything but. Last thing he remembers he'd been stabbed, now he's here.
  15. 3:06 PM <CG|Artful> He'd... felt himself fade from the world. In a very different way than when he'd been knocked out by that taser. More like when he'd triggered, and almost died.
  16. 3:06 PM <CG|Artful> He'd... almost died.
  17. 3:07 PM <CG|Artful> He looks for a trash can and runs over to throw up in it. He dry heaves.
  18. 3:07 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  19. 3:09 PM <•Antioch|GM> There's not so much a trash can as there is an empty moving box with some assorted clutter at the bottom of it. Thankfully, his stomach is empty. Not much comes out.
  20. 3:09 PM <•Antioch|GM> The sound of it seems to alert someone -- as he pauses to gasp for breath, he can hear footsteps approaching, at faster than a walking pace. ||
  21. 3:12 PM <CG|Artful> ...
  22. 3:15 PM <CG|Artful> Freddie turns his head quickly, peering over his shoulder. He rises to his feet, so he can face the door.
  23. 3:16 PM <CG|Artful> "Hello?" He asks, wiping his mouth.
  24. 3:16 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  25. 3:17 PM <•Antioch|GM> "Freddie?" his brother asks, knocking on the door, "It's Cameron. You alright?" ||
  26. 3:22 PM <CG|Artful> "Uh yeah, come in." Freddie replies, relaxing a little.
  27. 3:22 PM <CG|Artful> "What the hell happened?" He asks, before Cameron is even fully in the room.
  28. 3:22 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  29. 3:25 PM <•Antioch|GM> "Antithesis attacked the hospital," he says, stepping in. He's dressed in business clothes, which is mildly jarring -- he can't put his finger on it for a moment, then he realizes he's seen more of his brother as Cantus Aureus than Cameron Garza.
  30. 3:25 PM <•Antioch|GM> "She was trying to kill or kidnap Blake, apparently. We can't ask her now -- she's dead."
  31. 3:25 PM <•Antioch|GM> "That said," he continues, frowning, "she took two capes down with her. Khandhas and Absynthesis." ||
  32. 3:28 PM <CG|Artful> Freddie doesn't even know who the hell Antithesis is, well was. He guesses he never will, aside from the memories she'd left him.
  33. 3:30 PM <CG|Artful> He feels a brief moment of sadness hearing Khandas hadn't made it. Sure he'd been a weirdo, but Freddie was reasonably sure he hadn't deserved to lose his life.
  34. 3:30 PM ⇐ Lysa|GM3 quit (lysa@net-l0m5uf.md.comcast.net) Ping timeout: 181 seconds
  35. 3:30 PM <CG|Artful> Still he can't be too upset hearing that the King had made it. If those two deaths were the only ones, that meant the kid had made it out okay too.
  36. 3:30 PM <CG|Artful> Freddie nods, and looks his brother in the eye.
  37. 3:31 PM <CG|Artful> Absynthesis dying hurts more than Khandas' had. She wasn't all that bad. (Add this after he didn't deserve to lose his life)
  38. 3:32 PM <CG|Artful> "Man. What the fuck." Freddie says shaking his head, he doesn't bother to censor his language.
  39. 3:32 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  40. 3:35 PM <•Antioch|GM> Cameron shakes his head.
  41. 3:35 PM <•Antioch|GM> "I don't know the why of it," he says, "but it's got something to do with the Tinkers outside of town. The Longinus stuff. It's why there are so many new capes coming in, most of them Tinkers. Caitiff, Russian Roulette... Antithesis, too, I guess." ||
  42. 3:37 PM <CG|Artful> ...
  43. 3:37 PM <CG|Artful> And it all comes back to the fucking Tinkers, he shakes his head again. This time he pinches the bridge of his nose as he does so.
  44. 3:38 PM <CG|Artful> "How long have I been asleep for?" He asks, after a few moments.
  45. 3:38 PM <CG|Artful> As he asks the topic of Tinkers reminds him... he has somewhere he needed to be! Did he miss it?
  46. 3:38 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  47. 3:39 PM <•Antioch|GM> "Ten, eleven hours?" Cameron says. "It's about lunchtime."
  48. 3:39 PM <•Antioch|GM> The time window is still open, even if he might need to shave off some time from staking out the place, setting up, preparing an ambush. ||
  49. 3:40 PM <CG|Artful> "Shit." He says, turning to go look around the room.
  50. 3:40 PM <CG|Artful> After fruitless searching he turns back to Cameron. "Is my costume here?"
  51. 3:41 PM <CG|Artful> "Where is here anyway?" He says, pausing.
  52. 3:41 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  53. 3:41 PM → Pink joined (Pink@net-vqhtj6.dyn.optonline.net)
  54. 3:43 PM <•Antioch|GM> "Yeah," he replies. "It's in the plastic garment bag in your closet. I took it to dry cleaning yesterday, to get the paint stains out."
  55. 3:43 PM <•Antioch|GM> "We're on the west side of Cleveland. Closer to the Primus HQ, along the Detroit Shoreway. New place." ||
  56. 3:44 PM <CG|Artful> And thus the mystery of the all white costume was solved.
  57. 3:45 PM <CG|Artful> "Oh hell yeah, thanks Cam." Freddie says tossing his brother a shaky smile.
  58. 3:45 PM <CG|Artful> He's still shaken to his core at his close call, but the talking is taking the edge off for him.
  59. 3:45 PM <CG|Artful> He goes to the closet to go pull the bag out, and starts removing the pieces.
  60. 3:46 PM <CG|Artful> "When you said you were selling the place I didn't expect it to be so quick." He says as he looks over his costume.
  61. 3:46 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  62. 3:48 PM <•Antioch|GM> "I found an interested buyer faster than expected," he says. "Real estate prices on that side of town are dropping, and not only because of the Tinker thing -- Blackjack is getting closer, too. With the new developments, shopping centers, public school system funding, and proximity to Primus, property values here are already starting to trend up."
  63. 3:48 PM <•Antioch|GM> "What do you need the costume for, anyways?" ||
  64. 3:52 PM <CG|Artful> "Oh gotcha." Freddie says, only half way paying attention to the real estate knowledge. Fucking Blackjack though. Freddie's momentarily saddened he hadn't gotten to fuck with them more.
  65. 3:52 PM <CG|Artful> "I need it for when I give Falconer the aerial ass kicking of his life." He continues.
  66. 3:52 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  67. 3:53 PM <•Antioch|GM> Cameron raises an eyebrow. "Who?" ||
  68. 3:53 PM <CG|Artful> "I don't know. Some Tinker over in the fucked up part of town."
  69. 3:55 PM <CG|Artful> Freddie says as he begins to pull his shirt off, he pauses with it halfway over his face. "Is there a place I can leave from here in costume or should I change somewhere else?"
  70. 3:55 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  71. 3:58 PM <•Antioch|GM> "Damn. I didn't think about that when I picked the place out," he says. "There are some woods next to the public park a neighborhood down, or if you head on up to Detroit Shoreway they've got some alleys, I guess."
  72. 3:58 PM <•Antioch|GM> "I've never really thought about that. Perks of having an HQ, I guess." ||
  73. 4:02 PM <CG|Artful> "Yeah not all of us are making big business bucks, doing this cape stuff." Freddie says, smirking at Cameron as he shoves his costume in the bag.
  74. 4:02 PM <CG|Artful> He needs to rush over there quickly if he wants to make it.
  75. 4:04 PM <CG|Artful> He pauses as he makes it to the door. "What you getting up to today?" He asks. Freddie feels like he hasn't seen much of Cameron at all. The not being used to seeing him as Cam anymore makes him want to check up on him.
  76. 4:04 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  77. 4:07 PM <•Antioch|GM> "With the hospital trashed, Primus is stepping in to the East Ohio district to give the People a breather. New patrol routes, more coverage. Showing our new cape, Skyshatter, the ropes."
  78. 4:07 PM <•Antioch|GM> "While the PRT and Protectorate are working hard to tackle the Tinker problem, we'll make ourselves available and shore up any areas in the city proper that they need," he continues. "And, uh..."
  79. 4:07 PM <•Antioch|GM> Cameron pauses, seemingly stuck on whether he wants to say something or not. ||
  80. 4:09 PM <CG|Artful> ...
  81. 4:09 PM <CG|Artful> Freddie continues to hang in the doorway, he raises an eyebrow.
  82. 4:10 PM <CG|Artful> "What's up man?"
  83. 4:10 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  84. 4:10 PM <•Antioch|GM> "In the hospital attack, yesterday... there was a lot of damage. In the middle of everything, Bone Homie escaped." ||
  85. 4:14 PM ⇐ duens5 quit • FossilLord → FossilWork
  86. 4:24 PM <CG|Artful> ...
  87. 4:25 PM <CG|Artful> "Oh." Freddie says. A determined look crosses his face. He knows where Bone Homie is going to go. Right back to Caitiff.
  88. 4:26 PM <CG|Artful> He can't let that happen. He didn't sell his soul to see that kid get himself killed.
  89. 4:27 PM <CG|Artful> "Any word on his whereabouts let /me/ know." Freddie says, pointing at Cameron.
  90. 4:27 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  91. 4:29 PM <•Antioch|GM> "Will do," he says. He frowns slightly.
  92. 4:29 PM <•Antioch|GM> "You're bouncing back fast. It's been minutes since you got out of bed from getting stabbed through the liver and stomach and you're already itching for a fight." ||
  93. 4:31 PM <CG|Artful> Freddie frowns at that. He hadn't exactly thought of it that way, and his hand passes over his belly again sub consciously.
  94. 4:32 PM <CG|Artful> It was just the timing of things. Sure he got a rush off of it, but these were things that needed to get done weren't they?
  95. 4:35 PM <CG|Artful> "No rest for the wicked bro, you know that" Freddie says, forcing a smirk back onto his face.
  96. 4:35 PM <CG|Artful> "Good luck. Keep in touch, catch you later. And thanks so much again. You're gonna like what I'm getting up to. It's about the old fucker in Columbus."
  97. 4:35 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  98. 4:35 PM <CG|Artful> -||
  99. 4:35 PM <CG|Artful> He says, as he begins to back away to head out.
  100. 4:36 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  101. 4:37 PM <•Antioch|GM> "Alright," Cameron says, uncertainly, stepping aside for him to head out. "If you say so. Take care." ||
  102. 4:39 PM <CG|Artful> "Will do." Freddie says nodding. He puts some shoes on, and grabs his MP3 player. He plugs one headphone into his ear and flips to his hype playlist.
  103. 4:40 PM <CG|Artful> He claps Cameron on the shoulder as he heads out.
  104. 4:40 PM <CG|Artful> "Later!"
  105. 4:40 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  106. 4:44 PM <•Antioch|GM> He steps out the door, wide, brisk strides, and then it outright turns into a jog as the beat of the music he's listening to speeds up. Duffel bag with his costume and paints bouncing off his back behind him, it doesn't take him any time at all to reach a secluded portion of the woods to change into his costume.
  107. 4:44 PM <•Antioch|GM> In the middle of December, as it's approaching Christmas? Changing outside fucking sucks. ||
  108. 4:50 PM <CG|Artful> ...
  109. 4:52 PM <CG|Artful> Fuck, he's freezing his nuts off out here. He scrambles into his costume as quickly as possible, but fumbling with his headphones loses him a second.
  110. 4:53 PM <CG|Artful> When he finally has it on he tosses his bag with his clothes into a bush nearby and dusts himself off. He makes sure he has his paints, and belt properly strapped. Once he has all that. He wastes no time.
  111. 4:53 PM <CG|Artful> He vaults onto the nearest tree not even using his power, using his natural climbing ability to get to top where he leaps off of to begin his flight.
  112. 4:53 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  113. 4:54 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Acro check))
  114. 4:57 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 3h6+1 Acro
  115. 4:57 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Acro" (2) (3) [6] +1 = 7
  116. 4:59 PM <•Antioch|GM> All that's missing, sadly, is his awesome cane. He got one good fight out of it, and splat.
  117. 4:59 PM <•Antioch|GM> It's alright. He shimmies his way to the top of the tree and rockets skyward -- at the apex of his leap, he begins creating tunnel after tunnel of wind, launching him eastbound.
  118. 4:59 PM <•Antioch|GM> Awkwardly, thanks to Cameron's pursuit of rising property prices, he's on exactly the wrong side of Cleveland. By the time he goes across the river, the chill is sinking into his bones. ||
  119. 5:01 PM <CG|Artful> He's sad he'd lost the cane, but in truth he doesn't feel like he needs it anymore.
  120. 5:02 PM <CG|Artful> When he'd decided to buy that cane, it had been before he was an actual cape. When he thought he'd need a weapon for protection.
  121. 5:02 PM <CG|Artful> He'd had the weapon all along. His power. Now he was using it right.
  122. 5:03 PM <CG|Artful> The chill only serves to increase his sense of impatience.
  123. 5:04 PM <CG|Artful> With each tunnel he creates, he feels his pulse quicken. The level of rush in him rise. He's itching for a fight.
  124. 5:04 PM <CG|Artful> Falconer isn't fucking ready.
  125. 5:04 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  126. 5:09 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Awareness))
  127. 5:11 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6 Wits
  128. 5:11 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Wits" [1] = 1
  129. 5:11 PM <CG|Artful> ((It begins))
  130. 5:12 PM <•Antioch|GM> It takes him a good while to circle about the Tinker territory, impatiently searching for the electrical substation Topaz mentioned. It's the only one that visibly has power, and though he can't see the details from his vantage point, there seem to be a steadily growing clearing around it populated by Tinkertech.
  131. 5:12 PM <•Antioch|GM> Hopefully nobody's spotted him from down there -- nobody important, that is. ||
  132. 5:15 PM <CG|Artful> ...
  133. 5:17 PM <CG|Artful> If someone's spotted him it's too late to worry about it. He knows that he can't miss his chance to take this guy out. He flies lower, keeping an eye out for signs of him.
  134. 5:17 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  135. 5:19 PM → Lurks|GM joined (uid195947@brockwell.irccloud.com)
  136. 5:19 PM <•Antioch|GM> He's still early, despite the delays in waking up. He'll be up and flying in the cold for a good while, and he's more visible in the air besides.
  137. 5:19 PM <•Antioch|GM> What had Topaz said? Get there hours before to set up the ambush, better to be early than to be late?
  138. 5:19 PM <•Antioch|GM> The advice feels less applicable when it's this cold outside, when his power is making him this impatient. ||
  139. 5:19 PM Lurks|GM → JustLurking
  140. 5:23 PM <CG|Artful> ...
  141. 5:23 PM <CG|Artful> Damn. What the hell is he gonna do now?
  142. 5:24 PM <CG|Artful> He looks for a good spot to land so he can scope out vantage points or some shit.
  143. 5:24 PM <CG|Artful> He sighs. This has to be the cape equivalent of blue balls.
  144. 5:24 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  145. 5:24 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Awareness))
  146. 5:24 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6 Wits
  147. 5:24 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Wits" [1] = 1
  148. 5:24 PM <CG|Artful> ((>:())
  149. 5:26 PM <•Antioch|GM> There don't seem to be any particularly great vantage points. He could stay low to the ground and out of sight, in the midst of some trees, at great cost to his line of sight, or he could shimmy up any particular tree and spend who knows how long dealing with the wind and splinters in his ass. ||
  150. 5:28 PM <CG|Artful> All these fucking Tinkers, and they can't even build anything useful like vantage points. Haven't they ever heard of the high ground?
  151. 5:28 PM <CG|Artful> Jesus Christ.
  152. 5:29 PM → Divock|Loogie joined (DivockLoogi@net-hiq9eb.pa.comcast.net)
  153. 5:29 PM <CG|Artful> He settles for landing in the midst of the trees for now, and walking from there.
  154. 5:29 PM <CG|Artful> It'll take some of the extra energy off and maybe afford him some new perspective.
  155. 5:30 PM <CG|Artful> He's still jittery, and shivering.
  156. 5:30 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  157. 5:33 PM <•Antioch|GM> It's eerie. He's far enough out from the city that he can't hear any noise, and given that this area seems evacuated of civilians, it's even quieter. No car sounds, nothing. Even the scent of the dead forest is drowned out by a mixture of a gas station smell and the weird, slightly electrical taste after a thunderstorm.
  158. 5:33 PM <•Antioch|GM> With it this quiet, the dead leaves and branches rustling under his feed seem especially loud. ||
  159. 5:33 PM <•Antioch|GM> *feet
  160. 5:34 PM <CG|Artful> ...
  161. 5:40 PM <CG|Artful> With the eerie environment, and the quiet, Dodger feels his extra energy turn into nervous energy. He creeps rather than walk, sticking close to trees. He keeps his eyes out, paranoid. He keeps his ears peeled.
  162. 5:41 PM <CG|Artful> This place is weird. It's almost hard to believe this all existed so close to where he lived.
  163. 5:41 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  164. 5:41 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Stealth))
  165. 5:42 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1 Sneak
  166. 5:42 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Sneak" [1] +1 = 2
  167. 5:42 PM <CG|Artful> ((Holy shit))
  168. 5:43 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Awareness))
  169. 5:43 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6 Awareness
  170. 5:43 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Awareness" [3] = 3
  171. 5:44 PM <•Antioch|GM> All of his creeping has been practiced in an urban environment. A branch snaps under his feet, and it sounds like a gunshot.
  172. 5:44 PM <•Antioch|GM> He freezes in place, hoping the sound hasn't alerted anyone to his presence... but he can't hear anything. Whether that's a good or bad sign remains to be seen. ||
  173. 5:47 PM <CG|Artful> He remains still a moment longer, peering intently. He's on edge, ready to act on a moments notice.
  174. 5:48 PM <CG|Artful> If he doesn't see anything he continues to keep moving quietly.
  175. 5:48 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  176. 5:51 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Another Awareness, then.))
  177. 5:51 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6 Wits
  178. 5:51 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Wits" [1] = 1
  179. 5:51 PM <CG|Artful> ((WTF))
  180. 5:52 PM <•Antioch|GM> It seems like the coast is clear. He forges onwards, creeping up closer to the edge of the woods, where the substation – and the Tinkerings surrounding it, are in better view.
  181. 5:53 PM <•Antioch|GM> It's nothing like the array of transformers and power lines he's seen in his own neighborhoods before. It seems more like a rat's nest of cabling, audible humming and crackling coming from places, and the aesthetic of it is like every time he's fished out a hopelessly tangled pair of earbuds out of his bag or pocket times a million.
  182. 5:54 PM <•Antioch|GM> He wonders why the city hasn't shut power off to this place. Perhaps it's intentional. Ties them to a specific location, makes them predictable.
  183. 5:56 PM <•Antioch|GM> There's a great deal of machinery he can't make heads or tails of. As movement crosses his eye, he freezes, going still – four small robots, about knee-high, march with an uneven sheet of corrugated metal overhead, headed off elsewhere, marching in a stumpy, rhythmical stride. ||
  184. 6:00 PM <CG|Artful> He laughs at the robots as they go off to do God knows what with what they're taking. He wonders who would have even built them.
  185. 6:00 PM <CG|Artful> Even after flying across the sky, it's moments like this that remind him that the world he lived in is a sci fi movie.
  186. 6:01 PM <CG|Artful> They don't seem to be paying him any mind so he passes by them warily.
  187. 6:02 PM → Teruzi (was Tuzi) joined ↔ Stoic popped in
  188. 6:09 PM <CG|Artful> He's honestly in awe of the materials.
  189. 6:09 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  190. 6:10 PM ↔ Lysa nipped out
  191. 6:14 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Reflexes -- that's Dex+Wits, IIRC))
  192. 6:18 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1 Reflexes
  193. 6:18 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Reflexes" [1] +1 = 2
  194. 6:20 PM JustLurking → Lurks|GM
  195. 6:25 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Withstand roll, please))
  196. 6:25 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6-1 Withstand
  197. 6:25 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Withstand" [2] -1 = 1
  198. 6:26 PM <•Antioch|GM> The robots don't seem to detect his presence until he moves -- and when he does, they toss the metal aside and rush towards him en masse.
  199. 6:26 PM <•Antioch|GM> It's not very threatening, nor do they move particularly quick, given their stubby legs. What really catches him off guard is the fact that, at a certain threshold, the robot in the lead seems to run into some invisible sort of electrical fence.
  200. 6:26 PM <•Antioch|GM> A tower along the periphery of the substation crackles and spits a bolt of lightning at the offending robot, and explodes into a rain of shrapnel.
  201. 6:26 PM <•Antioch|GM> He's unable to react in time, and fragments of metal sent flying whiz past, some of which nick him and his freshly-laundered costume.
  202. 6:26 PM <•Antioch|GM> $lesser cut
  203. 6:26 PM <[ATM]> [Leg] [Any 1] Bleed: Applies BLEED.
  204. 6:27 PM <•Antioch|GM> The biggest shard gets him right in the leg. It might or might not need stitches, depending on if he tears it further, but it's starting to bleed.
  205. 6:27 PM <•Antioch|GM> The three other robots don't seem smart enough to know that they're about to blow themselves up -- they keep coming right at him. ||
  206. 6:30 PM ⇐ Jackknife quit (uid200599@stonehaven.irccloud.com) Quit: Connection closed for inactivity
  207. 6:32 PM <CG|Artful> Dodger grunts as he drops to a knee, and thrusts both arms forward to create two tunnels as a wall against the robots.
  208. 6:33 PM <CG|Artful> This isn't going off to a good start, it's pissing him off.
  209. 6:34 PM <CG|Artful> "Fuckers..."
  210. 6:34 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  211. 6:34 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Not blasting the robots aside, but merely creating a barrier to ward off the impending shrapnel?))
  212. 6:35 PM <CG|Artful> ((Blasting them aside but he'll also be behind the tunnels in case he misses))
  213. 6:38 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Got it. Could you give me two Aim rolls, then? DC 3 for each.))
  214. 6:40 PM <CG|Artful> ((-1 on each right?))
  215. 6:40 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Nah, that penalty only applies when you're trying to hurl a nearby object with your tubes at something -- for hitting targets at range with your wind tunnels, there's no penalty.))
  216. 6:42 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1x2 Aim
  217. 6:42 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Aim" [3] +1 = 4 :: [4] +1 = 5
  218. 6:43 PM → Pinkhair joined ⇐ Pink quit
  219. 6:44 PM <•Antioch|GM> Every robot inbound for the invisible electric field is flung back the distance of his tunnels and then some, their light bodies getting a respectable amount of airtime before they fly into the transformer substation proper. They explode, still but a considerable distance away from him -- the substation still looks intact and functional. As fucked up and
  220. 6:44 PM <•Antioch|GM> tangled as it is, he's not even sure where the points of vulnerability are.
  221. 6:44 PM <•Antioch|GM> Curiously enough, there aren't any actual Tinkers here to fight him, or so it seems. Blessing it might be, it's still unnerving. ||
  222. 6:46 PM <CG|Artful> He wonders where they all are. Isn't this supposed to be a war zone or some shit?
  223. 6:47 PM <CG|Artful> Annoyed as he is, he feels a level of satisfaction seeing the little cyber gremlins explode.
  224. 6:49 PM <CG|Artful> He takes the quiet to look at his cut. If his pants are ripped he'll just have to rip some of the material and use it to wrap up his wound.
  225. 6:49 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  226. 6:50 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Medical -- Know+Dex, and Awareness, please))
  227. 6:50 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1 Medical
  228. 6:50 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Medical" [5] +1 = 6
  229. 6:50 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6 Awareness
  230. 6:50 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Awareness" [2] = 2
  231. 6:54 PM <•Antioch|GM> He's able to patch up his wound quickly enough, tearing off a strip of loose fabric to bind the wound. It's hardly perfect, and it'll still need attention later, but for now, he's not losing any more blood. Though he's done quickly and his attention has turned back towards carefully analyzing his surroundings, it still takes him a second to register the
  232. 6:54 PM <•Antioch|GM> increasingly louder whine coming from the sky.
  233. 6:54 PM <•Antioch|GM> By the time he does, he spots his quarry -- a Tinker in a metallic costume, half armor, half flight suit, crouched on a massive, mechanical bird of prey, making a beeline for the smoke created by the three 'bots that blew up on the transformer.
  234. 6:54 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6 Rider's Eye
  235. 6:54 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Bird's Eye
  236. 6:54 PM <•Antioch|GM> ||
  237. 6:54 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Rider's Eye" [3] = 3
  238. 6:54 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Bird's Eye" [6] +1 = 7
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  240. 7:01 PM <CG|Artful> ...
  241. 7:02 PM <CG|Artful> Seeing the Falconer, and having patched his leg up, Dodger figures now is as good a time as any.
  242. 7:03 PM <CG|Artful> He takes off into the sky opting to go high overhead, and aims a tunnel at the cloud of smoke.
  243. 7:03 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  244. 7:05 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Aim roll.))
  245. 7:05 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1 Aim
  246. 7:05 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Aim" [4] +1 = 5
  247. 7:08 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6+1 Falconer; Glider Evade
  248. 7:08 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Falconer; Glider Evade" (4) [6] +1 = 7
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  250. 7:10 PM <•Antioch|GM> The Falconer's already caught sight of the ascending Dodger, pulling his vehicle into a banking turn, then whipping around to bull-rush him from an angle.
  251. 7:10 PM <•Antioch|GM> Meters before the craft can even hit him, he can feel the rush of oncoming wind.
  252. 7:10 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Dodge or Withstand))
  253. 7:10 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Falconer; Glider Blitz
  254. 7:10 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Falconer; Glider Blitz" [4] +1 = 5
  255. 7:10 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 2h6+1 Evade
  256. 7:10 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Evade" [6] (4) +1 = 7
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  258. 7:10 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Wow, it's like a mirror match.))
  259. 7:11 PM <CG|Artful> ((This is gonna be interesting))
  260. 7:11 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Is there any particular direction in which you'd like to dodge? Towards the substation, towards the woods, off to the side in either direction?))
  261. 7:12 PM <CG|Artful> ((Off to the side towards him, I want to angle my flight to leave a tunnel in his path and then drop another on him))
  262. 7:13 PM <CG|Artful> ((Substation is the angle of my flight))
  263. 7:14 PM <•Antioch|GM> $lesser bash
  264. 7:14 PM <[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 3] Crushed: Two temporary lesser wounds, can bypass one layer of armor with the first to deliver the second. The target heals one of the temporary wounds at the end of the next round and the round following it.
  265. 7:14 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((effect only))
  266. 7:17 PM <•Antioch|GM> The sheer force of wind as the gigantic bird-machine approaches him knocks the breath out of him, but he's quick to react.
  267. 7:17 PM <•Antioch|GM> Quickly generating a tunnel to launch himself perpendicular to the Falconer's angle of assault, Dodger finds himself being flung over the substation, smoke rising above it already scattered by his first blast.
  268. 7:17 PM <•Antioch|GM> The Falconer wheels, turning on a dime, and continues pursuit -- his vehicle decelerates, hovering midair, and thrusters keep it airborne. Its pinion feathers seem to flare out, and each individual tip comes to life, building up a glow. A telescoping lens on the Falconer's mask seems to be extended, and it seems he's lining up a shot. ||
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  270. 7:20 PM <CG|Artful> Now this is what he's talking about.
  271. 7:21 PM <CG|Artful> His heartbeat is in his ears and he's soaring. Seeing the Falconer line up inspires him to try a new maneuver. He rides a tunnel to the end and then drops out of it when the Falconer shoots to dodge it.
  272. 7:21 PM <CG|Artful> As he drops he turns towards the Falconer to aim himself and a tunnel at him.
  273. 7:21 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  274. 7:23 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Let's see if you get the timing right on that maneuver... give me a Wits roll.))
  275. 7:23 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6 Wits
  276. 7:23 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Wits" [3] = 3
  277. 7:23 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Evade))
  278. 7:24 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 2h6+1 Evade
  279. 7:24 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Evade" (3) [6] +1 = 7
  280. 7:25 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+2x3 Falconer; Drone Pinion Salvo
  281. 7:25 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Falconer; Drone Pinion Salvo" [6] +2 = 8 :: [4] +2 = 6 :: [4] +2 = 6
  282. 7:25 PM <•Antioch|GM> $moderate shock
  283. 7:25 PM <[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 1] Blitzed: Can only take partial actions. Taking a full round action to recuperate removes this condition. If shocked by another source, taking a full round action to recuperate only allows a Guts check to remove this condition.
  284. 7:28 PM <•Antioch|GM> He doesn't quite get the maneuver right -- the drone takes a shorter time to select its target than he expects, and the travel time of the laser is nigh-instantaneous. Though two track too slowly and miss him, he's still traveling a relatively predictable linear path due to his tunnels, and one catches him straight in the chest.
  285. 7:28 PM <•Antioch|GM> It's a similar experience to getting tazed by Corsair -- his perceptions and focus are scrambled, and hurtling through midair is a bad time to lose his bearings. ||
  286. 7:29 PM <CG|Artful> Dodger's teeth chatter, at the feeling and his vision goes fuzzy at the edges.
  287. 7:29 PM <CG|Artful> He feels like he should be used to getting hurt at this point.
  288. 7:30 PM <CG|Artful> He attempts to slow down his flight and gain altitude. He can't afford to stop even if his body hurts.
  289. 7:30 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  290. 7:32 PM <CG|Artful> ((- that comma))
  291. 7:33 PM <•Antioch|GM> As he launches himself upwards, buying himself some time to clear his mind, the Falconer follows suit. The drone deconfigures itself from its artillery mode, folding back in and diving to the ground, swooping up once it's built up speed. It rises to meet him, chasing, both major thrusters propelling it forward.
  292. 7:33 PM <•Antioch|GM> He can feel the wind again, strong enough to knock him off course even if the glider doesn't collide with him.
  293. 7:33 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6 Falconer; Glider Blitz -- penalized for vertical ascent
  294. 7:33 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Roll Evade or Withstand))
  295. 7:33 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Falconer; Glider Blitz -- penalized for vertical ascent" [6] = 6
  296. 7:33 PM <•Antioch|GM> ||
  297. 7:34 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 2h6+1 Evade
  298. 7:34 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Evade" [4] (3) +1 = 5
  299. 7:34 PM <•Antioch|GM> $moderate bash
  300. 7:34 PM <[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 2] Walloped: Thrown 10’ back or to one side and knocked down, staggered on the ensuing turn. If the individual cannot be thrown at least 5’ due to intervening obstacles, they instead suffer an added, temporary moderate bash instead (no associated effect, fades after one round).
  301. 7:36 PM <•Antioch|GM> This time, he's not able to clear his head fast enough to get out of the way of the oncoming vehicle. It rams into him, and he can feel the air forcibly leaving his lungs as he's shoved a good few yards, then starting to fall.
  302. 7:36 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((One moderate bash wound -- I suppose I should have mentioned that the effects I've rolled thus far have been effect-only, no wound, barring the lesser cut, which you've temporarily mitigated with a succeeded Medical check.))
  303. 7:36 PM <•Antioch|GM> ||
  304. 7:36 PM <CG|Artful> ((Okay got it, thanks for the info))
  305. 7:38 PM <CG|Artful> As Dodger tumbles, he clenches his teeth. If he doesn't take the offensive here he's going to lose.
  306. 7:38 PM <CG|Artful> He has an idea. It involves going higher.
  307. 7:40 PM <CG|Artful> He shakes his head and then aims a tunnel upwards, and then another. At the apex of his flight he drops downwards; using his practice skydiving to fly down at Falconer with speed. All with the intent to deliver a falling punch and a tunnel!
  308. 7:41 PM <CG|Artful> ((If he lands the tunnel he's following him in and crashing into him, feet first preferably))
  309. 7:41 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  310. 7:43 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Give me an Acrobatics roll, then a Dexterity roll. If your Acrobatics beats a DC of 5, add a +2 to the Dex roll.))
  311. 7:43 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 3h6+1 Acro
  312. 7:43 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Acro" (4) (2) [5] +1 = 6
  313. 7:43 PM <CG|Artful> ((+2 total or +2 on top of my Dex))
  314. 7:44 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((In addition.))
  315. 7:44 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+3 Dex!
  316. 7:44 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Dex!" [3] +3 = 6
  317. 7:45 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6 Falconer; Glider Evade -- ascent penalty
  318. 7:45 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Falconer; Glider Evade -- ascent penalty" (4) [5] = 5
  319. 7:46 PM <•Antioch|GM> Dodger doubles the rate of his ascent, channeling his power directly upwards. He can make wind tunnel, but that bird needs thrusters -- and so the two of them climb, with him steadily gaining the lead.
  320. 7:46 PM <•Antioch|GM> All of a sudden, he reverses direction at the apex of his climb, blasting himself downwards full-throttle at the incoming Falconer. They rush into each other, head-to-head, but only one of them has gravity on their side. He slams full-force into the rider, legs first, bearing both of them down even as he accelerates them closer to the ground with another
  321. 7:46 PM <•Antioch|GM> tunnel.
  322. 7:46 PM <•Antioch|GM> $moderate bash
  323. 7:46 PM <[ATM]> [Arm] [Any 2] Walloped: Thrown 10’ back or to one side and knocked down, staggered on the ensuing turn. If the individual cannot be thrown at least 5’ due to intervening obstacles, they instead suffer an added, temporary moderate bash instead (no associated effect, fades after one round).
  324. 7:48 PM <•Antioch|GM> The sheer force of the impact dismounts the Tinker from his ride, and it takes him a moment to get his bearings -- he's able to recover, even within the tunnel, his bodysuit flaring out to maximize his surface area in relation to the tunnel, slowing his fall. The glider rotates itself, swooping into a dive to attempt to catch its fallen rider. ||
  325. 7:49 PM <CG|Artful> No no no, none of that. Dodger smirks wildly. He's not getting out of this that easy.
  326. 7:49 PM <CG|Artful> Dodger continues to fall and spreads two arms out. He aims one tunnel at the Falconer and another at the glider to further separate them.
  327. 7:50 PM <CG|Artful> Even if he misses the tunnels will leave obstacles in their way.
  328. 7:50 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  329. 7:50 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Two aim rolls, please.))
  330. 7:51 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1x2 Aim
  331. 7:51 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Aim" [4] +1 = 5 :: [5] +1 = 6
  332. 7:51 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6+1 Falconer; Evade
  333. 7:51 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+2 Glider; Riderless Evade
  334. 7:51 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Falconer; Evade" [2] (1) +1 = 3
  335. 7:51 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Glider; Riderless Evade" [5] +2 = 7
  336. 7:53 PM <•Antioch|GM> The tunnel aimed at the Falconer strikes its target dead center, bearing him further downwards. It takes a moment for Dodger to register just how high up they are, after his stunt with the vertical climb -- the guy's still hundreds of feet away from hitting the ground.
  337. 7:53 PM <•Antioch|GM> The glider reconfigures itself into a drone form as it corkscrews out of the way of the blast, and this time, rather than dive to retrieve its rider, it fires one of its talons at him, long steel cable unwinding down in an attempt to grapple him.
  338. 7:54 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6 Drone; Riderless Aim vs DC 4
  339. 7:54 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Drone; Riderless Aim vs DC 4" [6] = 6
  340. 7:55 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 2h6+1 Evade?
  341. 7:55 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Evade?" [2] (1) +1 = 3
  342. 7:55 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Nah, it's aiming at the Falconer, you're good.))
  343. 7:55 PM <CG|Artful> ((Oh okay))
  344. 7:56 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6 Falconer, Guts
  345. 7:56 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Falconer, Guts" [5] = 5
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  347. 7:58 PM <•Antioch|GM> Despite the speed at which the Falconer is falling -- well past terminal, given the wind tunnel helping him along -- the grappling talon still manages to stick, clamping onto his arm via some combination of magnetism and a claw mechanism, and starts reeling him back in. His weight and the force of the tunnel actually manage to yank the drone a noticeable
  348. 7:58 PM <•Antioch|GM> margin downwards, but it stabilizes with its thruster array.
  349. 7:58 PM <•Antioch|GM> Dodger watches as he continues his more controlled descent. That wasn't a pretty grab, and given how the guy seems to be dangling like a ragdoll from the talon winching him in, he might have dislocated his shoulder or something.
  350. 7:58 PM <•Antioch|GM> Nonetheless, he's apparently still coherent enough to instruct the drone to launch another array of lasers at Dodger -- his lens is zooming out again, preparing for a lock on, and the drone's pinions flare once more. ||
  351. 7:58 PM <CG|Artful> Dodger cuts right through that bullshit, literally.
  352. 7:59 PM <CG|Artful> He was going to reach these Tinkers what it means to have to high ground.
  353. 8:00 PM <CG|Artful> He aims himself and a tunnel downward at the Falconer. His tunnel should knock the rockets off course and carry him faster. If he can knock the guy out the glider might stop.
  354. 8:00 PM <CG|Artful> ||
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  356. 8:01 PM <CG|Artful> ((Teach*))
  357. 8:02 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((The drone fires lasers, actually, in case that changes anything.))
  358. 8:02 PM <CG|Artful> ((Hm, nah, he can maneuver in the tunnel))
  359. 8:02 PM <CG|Artful> Lasers*
  360. 8:05 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Let's do an Aim roll, to start off.))
  361. 8:05 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6+1 Falconer; Evade
  362. 8:05 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Falconer; Evade" [5] (2) +1 = 6
  363. 8:05 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1 Aim
  364. 8:05 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Aim" [2] +1 = 3
  365. 8:07 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Oh, my bad. I completely forgot the Falconer is still grapple-chained to the bird. Let me reroll that.))
  366. 8:07 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6 Pull him out of the way, birdo
  367. 8:07 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Pull him out of the way, birdo" [6] = 6
  368. 8:09 PM <•Antioch|GM> The drone is able to tug the Falconer out of the way of the oncoming blast, yanking him out of the tunnel he was spiraling downwards in.
  369. 8:09 PM <•Antioch|GM> The lasers fire, seeming to scatter more widely -- seems the sudden jerking the Falconer is having to endure has thrown off the targeting system.
  370. 8:09 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6x3 Laser salvo, unguided
  371. 8:09 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Laser salvo, unguided" [4] = 4 :: [1] = 1 :: [1] = 1
  372. 8:09 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Evade))
  373. 8:10 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 3h6+1 Evade
  374. 8:10 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Evade" [6] (6) (5) +1 = 7
  375. 8:10 PM <CG|Artful> ((Oh wait))
  376. 8:10 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((I don't think you have a third die for Evade rolls, but it certainly doesn't matter here. :p))
  377. 8:10 PM <CG|Artful> ((Sorry want me to Reroll?$)
  378. 8:11 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Nah, it's cool. Any one of those three would have passed.))
  379. 8:11 PM <CG|Artful> ((Okay, lol. Sorry about that))
  380. 8:12 PM <•Antioch|GM> Dodger continues hurtling downwards, even as the Falconer is pulled aside by his drone. He's able to hoist himself back onto the machine as it shifts into a more rideable form, but it takes a moment for the glider to stabilize and resume its dive. ||
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  382. 8:21 PM <CG|Artful> Dodger's eyes are watering as the wind whips at them, and even as his body aches and the residual shakes from being shocked run through his body. He's convinced he's never had this much fun before.
  383. 8:21 PM <CG|Artful> A familiar urge comes over him, the one to disrespect.
  384. 8:22 PM <CG|Artful> He launches himself at an angle with a tunnel towards the Falconer's glider; aiming to land on it.
  385. 8:22 PM <CG|Artful> As he does so he unclasps a can of spray paint from his belt. He'll see how Falconer likes a face full of... purple paint.
  386. 8:22 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  387. 8:24 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Acrobatics, then a Dexterity check.))
  388. 8:24 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 3h6+1 Acrobatics
  389. 8:24 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Acrobatics" (3) (2) [6] +1 = 7
  390. 8:24 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1 Dex
  391. 8:24 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Dex" [1] +1 = 2
  392. 8:25 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6 Falconer, Evade
  393. 8:25 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Falconer, Evade" [4] = 4
  394. 8:25 PM Saff → Saff|GM, Thaliaway → Thalia|May
  395. 8:25 PM <•Antioch|GM> Dodger's able to stick the landing, but with the shakes and everything, he unclasps his paint and sprays it too slow -- the Falconer sidesteps and counterattacks, intent on shoving him off the craft, throwing himself forward good shoulder first.
  396. 8:26 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6 Falconer, Blitz
  397. 8:26 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Falconer, Blitz" [4] = 4
  398. 8:26 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Evade or Withstand))
  399. 8:26 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1 Melee Evade
  400. 8:26 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Melee Evade" [4] +1 = 5
  401. 8:30 PM <•Antioch|GM> Dodger's able to get out of the way of the counterattack, and the Falconer drops to his knees and grabs hold of a handhold to avoid his momentum carrying him off the edge. ||
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  403. 8:31 PM <CG|Artful> Dodger strides up carefully, defacing the glider with his paint the whole way and aims to crack the can of paint down on the back of Falconer's head.
  404. 8:31 PM <CG|Artful> ||
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  406. 8:32 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Reflexes, then Acrobatics))
  407. 8:35 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1 Reflexes
  408. 8:35 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Reflexes" [2] +1 = 3
  409. 8:35 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 3h6+1 Acro
  410. 8:35 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Acro" [5] (5) (5) +1 = 6
  411. 8:37 PM <•Antioch|GM> Dodger gets about halfway across the glider before it abruptly jerks into a barrel roll, hurling him off -- he's able to collect and reorient himself rather quickly, though, stabilizing himself with a wind tunnel. They're once again a more reasonable, though still likely lethal, distance from the ground, and the Falconer manages to get back into the pilot's
  412. 8:37 PM <•Antioch|GM> position again, wheeling the craft around to face him. ||
  413. 8:44 PM <CG|Artful> Dodger sends a tunnel at him for his trouble, and then angles downwards to begin bringing the fight closer to the ground. Even with how hard it is to focus on anything but the fight, Dodger knows a fall from this height will kill him.
  414. 8:44 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  415. 8:48 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Aim))
  416. 8:48 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6+1 Falconer; Evade
  417. 8:48 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Falconer; Evade" (4) [5] +1 = 6
  418. 8:49 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1 Aim
  419. 8:49 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Aim" [1] +1 = 2
  420. 8:50 PM <•Antioch|GM> The glider spirals, corkscrewing about the length of the tunnel and encircling it entirely, still relentlessly charging towards Dodger's position -- only to have him drop, headed downwards to take the fight to a lower altitude. He's buffeted by the winds as it buzzes overhead.
  421. 8:50 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Withstand))
  422. 8:50 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6-1 Withstand
  423. 8:50 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Withstand" [1] -1 = 0
  424. 8:50 PM <•Antioch|GM> $lesser bash
  425. 8:50 PM <[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 3] Crushed: Two temporary lesser wounds, can bypass one layer of armor with the first to deliver the second. The target heals one of the temporary wounds at the end of the next round and the round following it.
  426. 8:50 PM <CG|Artful> ((Fack))
  427. 8:51 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Effect only. Think it's a DC2 Guts to not black out here. Good luck.))
  428. 8:51 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6-1 Guts
  429. 8:51 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Guts" [2] -1 = 1
  430. 8:51 PM <CG|Artful> ((RIP))
  431. 8:53 PM <•Antioch|GM> The sheer force of the wind buffets him downwards, accelerating him to the point of whiting out. He falls for a moment that would be heart-wrenchingly terrifying, were he not unconscious due to syncope.
  432. 8:53 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Temp wound fades, roll again))
  433. 8:53 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6-1 Guts please
  434. 8:53 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Guts please" [4] -1 = 3
  435. 8:54 PM <•Antioch|GM> Then he snaps back to consciousness, ground approaching him at a more-than-alarming rate. The impending impact is nearly all he can think about, but the buzzing whine of the Falconer's glider grows louder behind him too. ||
  436. 8:55 PM <CG|Artful> He startles as he comes to, and necessity allows him to realize he needs to act now.
  437. 8:55 PM <CG|Artful> He shoots a tunnel out anywhere but towards the ground, and rolls into it.
  438. 8:56 PM <CG|Artful> He blindly casts a hand back at the glider using the sound to track it.
  439. 8:56 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  440. 8:56 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Awareness. DC 4, if you succeed, I won't penalize your Aim roll.))
  441. 8:57 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6 Awareness
  442. 8:57 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Awareness" [5] = 5
  443. 8:57 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1 Aim
  444. 8:57 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Aim" [1] +1 = 2
  445. 8:57 PM <CG|Artful> ((God damn it))
  446. 8:58 PM <•Antioch|GM> Dodger can hear the craft bank to match his sudden change in vector, but most of his thoughts are occupied with the fact that the ground was seconds away from his face. It's only his experience in skydiving that lets him maintain some semblance of cool with the brush with death, and if anything, more adrenaline is pumping into his system.
  447. 9:00 PM <•Antioch|GM> Senses honed from trying to track the Falconer, he can hear a different buzzing, taste metal in his mouth -- is it a fear response?
  448. 9:00 PM <•Antioch|GM> Nope. It's one of the lightning towers that fried the tiny robots, earlier, and its coils arc with electricity as he approaches its airspace. ||
  449. 9:03 PM <CG|Artful> And this is it. The final stretch. This fight has been perilous and long for both sides, and neither can continue for much longer.
  450. 9:03 PM <CG|Artful> It's time to end it. And he's sure he knows how.
  451. 9:04 PM <CG|Artful> He pulls another spray can out and angles it backwards shooting it towards Falconer to obstruct his view.
  452. 9:05 PM <CG|Artful> As he does that he flies as close as he safely can to the Lightning tower before angling himself upwards. The Falconer's momentum and the residual tunnel will carry him right into the tower.
  453. 9:05 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  454. 9:06 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Aim))
  455. 9:06 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1 Aim
  456. 9:06 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Aim" [2] +1 = 3
  457. 9:06 PM <CG|Artful> ((Bullshittt))
  458. 9:07 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6 Rider's Eye
  459. 9:07 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Rider's Eye" [4] = 4
  460. 9:07 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Bird's Eye
  461. 9:07 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Bird's Eye" [4] +1 = 5
  462. 9:08 PM <•Antioch|GM> Despite trailing a stream of paint behind him, the Falconer catches wise to his maneuver, banking upwards to tail him just as Dodger shifts to an ascent as well.
  463. 9:08 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Awareness))
  464. 9:08 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6 Awareness
  465. 9:08 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Awareness" [1] = 1
  466. 9:09 PM <•Antioch|GM> ||
  467. 9:09 PM <CG|Artful> It might not have worked but the tower is still there, he can still use it.
  468. 9:10 PM <CG|Artful> He uses his head start ascending to drop out of his tunnel over Falconer so he can aim a tunnel at him and the glider that will knock them into the tower.
  469. 9:10 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  470. 9:11 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Aim))
  471. 9:11 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6 Evade, ascent penalty
  472. 9:11 PM <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Evade, ascent penalty" [5] (3) = 5
  473. 9:11 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1 Aim
  474. 9:11 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Aim" [1] +1 = 2
  475. 9:11 PM <CG|Artful> ((Come fucking on))
  476. 9:11 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Awareness))
  477. 9:12 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6 Awareness
  478. 9:12 PM <[ATM]> CG|Artful "Awareness" [1] = 1
  479. 9:12 PM <•Antioch|GM> \
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  481. 9:14 PM <•Antioch|GM> The Falconer, pulling into a steep climb, veers off to Dodger's right to evade the blast, putting itself a good distance away from the lightning tower. ||
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  483. 9:15 PM <CG|Artful> The longer the fight goes the more aggressive and antsy Dodger gets about finishing it.
  484. 9:15 PM <CG|Artful> Every tunnel he creates pumps him with even more adrenaline.
  485. 9:16 PM <CG|Artful> Fuck it. He flies so he's parallel to the bottom of the glider and then smacks his palm against it hitting it with a tunnel.
  486. 9:16 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  487. 9:17 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Dex, +1 for a point-blank maneuver))
  488. 9:17 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+2 Dex
  489. 9:17 PM <•[ATM]> CG|Artful "Dex" [2] +2 = 4
  490. 9:18 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6 Evade, ascent penalty
  491. 9:18 PM <•[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Evade, ascent penalty" (3) [6] = 6
  492. 9:18 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Awareness))
  493. 9:18 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Should be a -1 on that one, for the books, though it doesn't affect the outcome.))
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  495. 9:23 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6 Awareness
  496. 9:23 PM <•[ATM]> CG|Artful "Awareness" [3] = 3
  497. 9:26 PM <•Antioch|GM> Though he misses the mark, it's actually because the craft is moving slower than expected. His hearing, previously obscured by the frantic blood pumping through his veins, clues him into the issue. The constant buzzing whine of the Falconer's craft seems to be getting less and less high pitched, as if the motors or turbines were winding down.
  498. 9:26 PM <•Antioch|GM> Topaz had mentioned something about intercepting him before he could refuel, the night prior, and it comes to him now. He's close to running on fumes, quite literally. ||
  499. 9:29 PM <CG|Artful> All Dodger needs to do is keep the pressure up. He's almost there, he can't let up now. He angles himself in a way that leaves a tunnel in the glider's path of ascent and rains a tunnel down on it from above. If Dodger is faster now then he'll use that to his advantage.
  500. 9:29 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  501. 9:31 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Aim, once again))
  502. 9:31 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1 Aim
  503. 9:31 PM <•[ATM]> CG|Artful "Aim" [5] +1 = 6
  504. 9:32 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6 Evade, the gas warning light is on
  505. 9:32 PM <•[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Evade, the gas warning light is on" [6] (4) = 6
  506. 9:34 PM <•Antioch|GM> The Falconer cuts off his ascent, but it means that Dodger's directly overhead with a blast that shoves him straight towards the ground, both of them close enough that collision is imminent. Even though the glider repositions its thrusters to fight back against the gale, there's barely enough fight in it to ward off the force, just enough to dampen to force
  507. 9:34 PM <•Antioch|GM> of impact.
  508. 9:34 PM <•Antioch|GM> The craft lands tail-first into the ground, gouging out a small furrow.
  509. 9:34 PM <•Antioch|GM> $lesser bash
  510. 9:34 PM <•Antioch|GM> ||
  511. 9:34 PM <•[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 3] Crushed: Two temporary lesser wounds, can bypass one layer of armor with the first to deliver the second. The target heals one of the temporary wounds at the end of the next round and the round following it.
  512. 9:34 PM <•Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6 Falconer, Guts
  513. 9:34 PM <•[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Falconer, Guts" [1] = 1
  514. 9:35 PM <•Antioch|GM> The pilot seems to fall limp, one hand still clutching onto a handhold in a death grip. ||
  515. 9:35 PM <CG|Artful> Dodger continues to rise for a moment and let's out a laugh before he ceases to makes tunnels and begins to fall.
  516. 9:36 PM <CG|Artful> He makes a few tunnels to slow his descent so he can tuck and roll.
  517. 9:36 PM <CG|Artful> His body heaves with heavy breath.
  518. 9:37 PM <CG|Artful> Dodger walks up to the Falconer's body and just looks at it for a moment.
  519. 9:37 PM <CG|Artful> He'd won. He takes a moment to gather his breath.
  520. 9:39 PM <CG|Artful> Now he just needs to figure out what to do with him.
  521. 9:39 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  522. 9:41 PM <•Antioch|GM> Now that the glider's buzzing has been quieted, it's awfully silent. He'll have to fly out, more than likely, now within the perimeter of the substation and on the wrong side of the lightning towers. In his spot, the Falconer stirs, groaning -- then lets go of his handhold and collapses on the ground. He's not too far from it, this time. ||
  523. 9:42 PM <CG|Artful> Dodger knows he can't take Falconer with him. But he can't exactly leave him here with the glider.
  524. 9:43 PM <CG|Artful> Dodger walks over to the glider and crouches next to it, he eyes the Falconer with a triumphant smirk and then slams the thing into the tower. He does that as many times as he needs to until the glider is a wreck.
  525. 9:43 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  526. 9:44 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((This is a pretty big glider. Its wingspan is somewhere around 18 feet long. I don't think you'll be able to pick it up.))
  527. 9:45 PM <CG|Artful> ((Fuck))
  528. 9:45 PM <CG|Artful> ((Is there anything I can do to fuck it up? Important looking pieces? Debris I can smack into it? Idk))
  529. 9:46 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((You could just launch it with a tube and do the same thing, really.))
  530. 9:46 PM <CG|Artful> ((That's what I was doing. That's what I meant by slam it into the tower))
  531. 9:47 PM <CG|Artful> ((He's just physically getting next to it so he doesn't have to angle it))
  532. 9:47 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Oh, I got it. I thought you were like, walking up to it, hoisting the whole thing, and just bashing it violently into the tower, LOL.))
  533. 9:47 PM <CG|Artful> ((Lmao, nah. He's not that much of a savage))
  534. 9:48 PM GottaGoFaust → Faustus
  535. 9:48 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Aim, net -1, to hurl the glider into the tower.))
  536. 9:48 PM <CG|Artful> $roll 1d6 Aim
  537. 9:48 PM <•[ATM]> CG|Artful "Aim" [5] = 5
  538. 9:49 PM <•Antioch|GM> One blast of wind is needed to dislodge the thing from its hole in the ground, and the second, angled upwards, sends it arcing towards the tower. Rather than veer off-course, the tunnel keeps it flying straight, and it crashes straight into the tower -- not only does the glider go up in smoke and flames, but it's enough to topple the tower as well. ||
  539. 9:50 PM <CG|Artful> ((Does that mean I can walk out? Or would Falconer still be stuck there if I left?))
  540. 9:50 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((It seems like you can just walk out, now.))
  541. 9:52 PM <CG|Artful> Dodge proudly admires the explosion, and then saunters over to the Falconer's body. He whips out a can of spray paint and then tags his helmet and his body armor. Once that's done, he does his best to hoist the Falconer up halfway, and drags his armored legs away past the tower.
  542. 9:53 PM <CG|Artful> Once he's past it, he begins to call out "Yo Tinkers! I've got Falconer right here. I know y'all have been beefing. Who wants him?" It's quiet enough that he's almost sure someone will hear him call. It's better if he makes this guy someone else's problem.
  543. 9:53 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  544. 9:54 PM <•Antioch|GM> It takes a while for him to notice anything, but he soon hears an approaching, rhythmic patter.
  545. 9:54 PM <•Antioch|GM> Six of the tiny robots, identical to the ones from early, march towards him and the Falconer. ||
  546. 9:54 PM <•Antioch|GM> *earlier
  547. 9:55 PM <CG|Artful> Dodger scowls at the little flickers. He talks directly at the one at the front.
  548. 9:55 PM <CG|Artful> Fuckers*
  549. 9:55 PM <CG|Artful> "You're lucky I'm tired as fuck, or I'd bust these up too for what your little homies pulled earlier." Dodger says.
  550. 9:56 PM <CG|Artful> He tosses Falconer's body down on the ground on the floor in front of them and then crouches down and spray paints his phone number on Falconer's back.
  551. 9:56 PM <CG|Artful> "Hit me up if you're someone who respects a favor." Dodger says, backing up.
  552. 9:56 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  553. 9:57 PM <•Antioch|GM> The six robots circle around the Falconer and hoist him up in tandem, like a miniature fireman's carry, then they turn around and head off in the direction they came.
  554. 9:57 PM <•Antioch|GM> They're short enough that once they get a ways away, it looks like the unconscious Tinker is just sliding across the ground. ||
  555. 9:58 PM <CG|Artful> Dodger sighs in relief, and whips out his phone to see if he has any messages or calls as he allows the adrenaline to wear off. He shakes his sore limbs.
  556. 9:59 PM <CG|Artful> Once everything's checked. He puts it away and heads to Russian Roulette's HQ. He'll have to update her on his victory.
  557. 9:59 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  558. 10:01 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Bringing any evidence with you, physical or photographic?))
  559. 10:02 PM <CG|Artful> ((He'll snap a picture of the busted glider; maybe a video of his body sliding away if they aren't already gone. A piece of the glider would also work.))
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  561. 10:04 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((We'll do the first two. Pause for a sec, I'm on my way home.))
  562. 10:04 PM <CG|Artful> ((Sure no problem))
  563. 10:09 PM <•Antioch|GM> A few photos of the smoldering wreckage, a good video of the Tinker getting dragged away by the bots. As he operates his touchscreen cell he realizes his fingers are completely stiff and numb. It's even colder up in the air than it is down here. ||
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  565. 10:12 PM <CG|Artful> Fuck. Dodger shivers and rubs his hands together. It doesn't actually do much to help, but it makes him feel a bit better about how shitty this feels.
  566. 10:13 PM <CG|Artful> He eager as hell to get out out of the cold.
  567. 10:16 PM <CG|Artful> He'll have go through the cold air once more, but if that'll get him out of here more quickly that's what he'll have to do.
  568. 10:16 PM <CG|Artful> At least he'll have the comfort of a well earned victory for the trip. He smiles, he's proud of himself.
  569. 10:16 PM <CG|Artful> Beat the fliers at their own game.
  570. 10:16 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  571. 10:17 PM Faustus → Feastus
  572. 10:20 PM <CG|Artful> -||
  573. 10:20 PM <CG|Artful> (Sorry the action was unclear))
  574. 10:21 PM <CG|Artful> He takes off into the air to head towards Russian Roullete's HQ evidence in hand.
  575. 10:21 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  576. 10:22 PM <•Antioch|GM> It takes him far longer than he likes to fly there, but the lobby of Russian Roulette's building is blessedly warm, and the elevator is open and waiting. ||
  577. 10:23 PM <CG|Artful> He steps in greedily accepting any warmth he can gain from the building. And rubs his arms and body rapidly. His teeth chatter audibly.
  578. 10:23 PM <CG|Artful> He throws out a wave he hopes she can see, and steps into the elevator.
  579. 10:23 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  580. 10:25 PM <•Antioch|GM> The door slides shut and the elevator takes him up. Russian Roulette's waiting for him up top, and the only other occupant of the room is a woman in a copper mask, with black and red lace.
  581. 10:25 PM <•Antioch|GM> "So, how'd it go?" she asks.
  582. 10:25 PM <•Antioch|GM> ||
  583. 10:26 PM <CG|Artful> "Not too bad as far as first dogfights go." Dodger says, smiling widely at Russian Roulette. He nods at the other woman.
  584. 10:27 PM <CG|Artful> He pulls out his phone and scrolls to the video then the picture, turning it to show them to her.
  585. 10:27 PM <CG|Artful> "I've also got the hottest new gif on PHO on my phone now." He jokes about the Tinker sliding away.
  586. 10:27 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  587. 10:29 PM <•Antioch|GM> "Mmm," she says. "He might not be out of the picture for good. Those robots, carrying him away, those are Greasemonkey's."
  588. 10:30 PM <•Antioch|GM> "I hope you haven't given him an excuse to press-gang a Tinker into his group."
  589. 10:31 PM <•Antioch|GM> She shrugs. "Either way, his glider is trashed. He won't be a problem for a while. It'll be fine, the favor suffices." ||
  590. 10:31 PM <CG|Artful> "Hey maybe if we're still seeing each other, I can go bust up their lab for you sometime. I'm sure he's aching for round two." Dodger says.
  591. 10:32 PM <CG|Artful> "But yeah awesome."
  592. 10:32 PM <CG|Artful> ||
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  594. 10:40 PM <•Antioch|GM> "As requested, I'll provide the information on Emmanuel's gang. Do you have an email address or public drop folder I can send it to?" ||
  595. 10:50 PM <CG|Artful> Dodger gives her his email address. "Anything else I can do for you?" He asks afterwards.
  596. 10:50 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  597. 10:51 PM <•Antioch|GM> "If you're up for assisting our next foray into Longinus's base, I'll get in touch with you." ||
  598. 10:56 PM <CG|Artful> "Sure thing. Hit me up, I'm always up for busting more heads." He says smiling, and then he straightens his face.
  599. 10:56 PM <CG|Artful> "But for real, thanks for the help." He says nodding.
  600. 10:56 PM <CG|Artful> He turns to head out.
  601. 10:56 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  602. 10:58 PM <•Antioch|GM> "Take care, then," she says. "I'll be in touch."
  603. 10:58 PM <•Antioch|GM> The elevator heads down, and the last dregs of adrenaline drain from his system. ||
  604. 11:01 PM <CG|Artful> All in all. He can't be too mad about how everything had gone.
  605. 11:05 PM <CG|Artful> He hadn't hurt the guy to badly, he'd won, maybe gotten another job soon.
  606. 11:06 PM <CG|Artful> And it had all happened without him brutally injuring himself for once.
  607. 11:06 PM <CG|Artful> Looks like he was improving.
  608. 11:06 PM <CG|Artful> As he comes down, he wonders about how he's going to spend the rest of his day.
  609. 11:07 PM <CG|Artful> He's not pressed for the first time in the past few days, and it's odd to him.
  610. 11:08 PM <CG|Artful> He steps out of the elevator but doesn't leave the lobby yet, it's too cold.
  611. 11:08 PM <CG|Artful> Once he's ready he steps out, and pulls his phone to check it again.
  612. 11:09 PM <CG|Artful> If there's nothing there, maybe he'll call someone. He is interested in the whole Critical thing. Should he even hit them up?
  613. 11:10 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  614. 11:13 PM <•Antioch|GM> There's a text from Cameron.
  615. 11:13 PM <•Antioch|GM> "Blake's doing a memorial service for Khandhas and Absynthesis tonight, wanted me to ship you an invite. It's at 6 tonight, at Monroe Cemetary near the hospital."
  616. 11:13 PM <•Antioch|GM> ||
  617. 11:14 PM <CG|Artful> Dodger hadn't known either one of them really well, but it's the least he can do. They'd all fought together, and not everyone had made it.
  618. 11:14 PM <CG|Artful> "I'll be there." Dodger replies, and checks the time.
  619. 11:14 PM <CG|Artful> ||
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  621. 11:16 PM <•Antioch|GM> It's 2:15 in the afternoon. ||
  622. 11:18 PM <CG|Artful> That leaves a lot of time. With nothing else to do he experimentally tries out the phone number he was given. It's not like he has much else better to do, he justifies.
  623. 11:18 PM <CG|Artful> ||
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  625. 11:21 PM <•Antioch|GM> She picks up after four rings.
  626. 11:21 PM <•Antioch|GM> "Protectorate Critical, you've reached Topaz. This is... mm, the number I gave to The Artful Dodger?" ||
  627. 11:22 PM <CG|Artful> ...
  628. 11:23 PM <CG|Artful> "Hey Topaz. And yep, you're speaking to him." He says, leaving the onus of directing the conversation on her.
  629. 11:23 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  630. 11:23 PM <•Antioch|GM> "What's the occasion?" ||
  631. 11:23 PM <CG|Artful> Dodger blinks.
  632. 11:24 PM <CG|Artful> "Oh I was just curious about the number, and I figured I'd call to see if you'd given it for a reason." He says, sounding embarrassed.
  633. 11:24 PM <CG|Artful> "Uh I mean, I have some questions I could ask if you wouldn't mind answering a few?" He ventures.
  634. 11:24 PM <CG|Artful> ||
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  636. 11:25 PM <•Antioch|GM> "I figured keeping a line of dialogue open wouldn't hurt," she says. "Given how elusive Caitiff is, you're one of the closer ties to him, so it's worth staying in touch. Fire away, I'm doing deskwork and can multitask." ||
  637. 11:26 PM <CG|Artful> "I can understand that." He says, shrugging.
  638. 11:26 PM <CG|Artful> "But sure. Have you ever been to, or are you familiar with Columbus by any chance?"
  639. 11:26 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  640. 11:27 PM <•Antioch|GM> "I haven't been there myself, personally speaking. I'm from Los Angeles. I have met the Protectorate team leader from there, though, and I know the basics of the department." ||
  641. 11:28 PM <CG|Artful> "Oh okay. I was just asking because of have some business there that I need taken care of regarding a gang there."
  642. 11:28 PM <CG|Artful> ((What name did we decide on again? xD))
  643. 11:29 PM <•Antioch|GM> ((Urban Rally.))
  644. 11:36 PM <CG|Artful> "Urban Rally. I want them gone, do you know anyone on that team that might be partial to helping with that?"
  645. 11:36 PM <CG|Artful> ||
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  647. 11:37 PM <•Antioch|GM> "I can't say I know much about the villainous dynamics of the city, I'm sorry. If they're a significant issue, you could inform the Protectorate there, see if they're interested in striking in tandem. Given what I know about Director Hastings, I'm not certain if he'd be open to the idea." ||
  648. 11:40 PM <CG|Artful> ...
  649. 11:41 PM Lurks|GM → JustLurking
  650. 11:43 PM <CG|Artful> "From what I hear about them they're pretty volatile. A nuisance even. But if he's not about helping then that would be a bummer." He says, disappointed.
  651. 11:43 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  652. 11:44 PM <•Antioch|GM> "Any other questions?" ||
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  654. 11:47 PM <CG|Artful> "Nah, not that I can think of. Don't want to hold you up or anything."
  655. 11:47 PM <CG|Artful> ||
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  657. 11:48 PM <•Antioch|GM> "Sure. Let me know if anything comes up regarding Caitiff, if you could, and I'll do the same for you." ||
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  659. 11:50 PM <CG|Artful> "Will do. And I'd appreciate that. Bone Homie, an associate of Caitiff's has escaped, keep an eye out for him please. And go easy on him if you find him, he's just a kid."
  660. 11:50 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  661. 11:53 PM <•Antioch|GM> "I can do that and pass it along, no problem. In the interest of good faith, I'll share this with you, but I'd prefer you keep it confidential. One of the Protectorate, Forgemaster, defected to join Caitiff. His attempted prison break yesterday we assumed was for freeing Cremator was a smokescreen to induce Forgemaster to turn coat."
  662. 11:53 PM <•Antioch|GM> "For what it's worth, Cremator is now somewhere in Canada, Birdcage-bound." ||
  663. 11:54 PM <CG|Artful> ...
  664. 11:56 PM <CG|Artful> Well at least the Protectorate had gotten one thing right. Still, another Tinker escaping with didn't sound like very good news.
  665. 11:57 PM <CG|Artful> "Oh man." He says. "Well thanks for letting me know."
  666. 11:57 PM <CG|Artful> ||
  667. 11:58 PM <•Antioch|GM> "Caitiff's also a suspect in a single-victim gas explosion on the southern side of Cleveland that occurred near lunch today, in case that means anything to you." ||
  668.  
  669. Wednesday, April 5th, 2017
  670. 12:00 AM <CG|Artful> Southern side of Cleveland? It doesn't mean anything to him, but he wracks his brain for any idea about what that might be.
  671. 12:00 AM <CG|Artful> "Is it worth looking into?" He asks.
  672. 12:00 AM <CG|Artful> ||
  673. 12:01 AM <•Antioch|GM> "We're looking into it, at least. Don't sweat it if it doesn't ring any bells. It's somewhat of a cold lead." ||
  674. 12:02 AM <CG|Artful> "Sure. If I think about anything I'll let you know. We'll talk soon.
  675. 12:02 AM <CG|Artful> "
  676. 12:02 AM <CG|Artful> ||
  677. 12:03 AM <•Antioch|GM> "And I'll keep you in the loop in the event anything comes up on my end. By the way, you were asking about the Falconer, the other night? How did that turn out, for the books?" ||
  678. 12:10 AM <CG|Artful> "Ah him? I pulled through. His glider is busted and some Tinker named Grease Monkey has him. You'll see some pics soon on the internet." He chuckles.
  679. 12:10 AM <CG|Artful> ||
  680. 12:11 AM <•Antioch|GM> "Hope my advice came in handy," she says. "Glad it worked out, I'll update the documents we have." ||
  681. 12:13 AM <CG|Artful> "Oh yeah it did. Him running out of gas really saved my ass there at the end." He says, smiling.
  682. 12:13 AM <CG|Artful> "And for sure."
  683. 12:13 AM <CG|Artful> ||
  684. 12:14 AM <•Antioch|GM> "Any particular reason you were gunning for him, by the by?" ||
  685. 12:16 AM <CG|Artful> "In exchange for a favor. Info on that gang I was asking about." He says, clutching his fist.
  686. 12:17 AM <CG|Artful> "They deserve what they've got coming."
  687. 12:17 AM <CG|Artful> |~
  688. 12:17 AM <CG|Artful> ||*
  689. 12:17 AM <•Antioch|GM> "Best of luck with that, then," she replies. "I'll keep in touch." ||
  690. 12:18 AM ⇐ ThalAI quit (uid132942@brockwell.irccloud.com) Quit: Connection closed for inactivity
  691. 12:21 AM <CG|Artful> "Sounds good, and same to you. Later" he says before hanging up.
  692. 12:22 AM <CG|Artful> And with that he's completed everything on the docket for the day. Several hours to kill before the funeral.
  693. 12:23 AM <CG|Artful> The first thing he thinks of is how he finally has time for a nap.
  694. 12:23 AM <CG|Artful> He takes to the skies, ready to head home and rest for at least a little.
  695. 12:23 AM <CG|Artful> He had a funeral to attend later, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't feeling good.
  696. 12:24 AM <CG|Artful> ||
  697. 12:25 AM <•Antioch|GM> As late as he woke up, when he finally gets back the apartment (after a series of texts with Cameron where he figures out where the spare key is hidden) crashing for a quick nap comes quickly to him, now that the adrenaline rush is long gone.
  698. 12:25 AM <•Antioch|GM> ||||
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