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  1. <Thay|GM> Thaydean You walk down the streets of Cancun, dressed light for now. The sun beats down on the city, exceeding 35 degrees Celsius, and a dry dust blows over the roofs the one floor homes and storefronts. The beautiful palm trees and the vibrant paint jobs on every building make downtown Cancun look fit for a postcard, but actually being present in the city is different. People mope, nursing cold beers and the occasional soda to cope with the heat.
  2. 4:33 PM It isn
  3. 4:38 PM *It isn't just the heat that's got people down. The entire city has been depressed and terrified ever since the Harpies moved in. Few can forget the image of Needle's bloody head on a stake. People didn't adore the Red Ribbons, but at least they didn't openly sell drugs in the streets, or have 17 year old kids selling their bodies to strangers by noon.
  4. 4:38 PM You don't like The Harpies any more then anyone else. You walk these streets, hoping to do something. But so far, you don't know where to start. ||
  5. 4:42 PM <TS|Plumaje> ((Not quite sure what I can do here. Am I staking out potential areas or what?))
  6. 4:44 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((Sure. You don't really have enough information to do much else, unless you want to start beating up drug dealers))
  7. 4:44 PM <TS|Plumaje> ((Ok. Uh...would that be Wits?))
  8. 4:45 PM ...
  9. 4:48 PM I continue walking, looking for anything major. Groups of goons affiliated with the Harpies clustered around houses, possible hotspots or important areas, anything I could use against them later.
  10. 4:49 PM ||
  11. 4:51 PM → [ATM] and Pink joined
  12. 4:53 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((roll wits))
  13. 4:54 PM <TS|Plumaje> $roll 1d6+1 stakeout
  14. 4:54 PM <[ATM]> ATM TS|Plumaje "stakeout" [1] +1 = 2
  15. 4:54 PM <TS|Plumaje> ((Damn))
  16. 5:00 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean You can't pick up on much, but it seems that a complete lack of police oversight tends to make people get sloppy. Less then 30 minutes into your mock investigation, and you see a kid with standing on the street corner wearing a suspiciously massive coat considering the heat.
  17. 5:02 PM Between that, the easy confidence in a city full of depressed individuals, and the hint of a snake tattoo climbing the side of his neck, and it's easy to peg this guy as one of The Harpies dealers. ||
  18. 5:05 PM <TS|Plumaje> I hide out of sight and observe the dealer, in case any other Harpies show up or a deal happens.||
  19. 5:08 PM → ColdGold joined (uid147536@SanRaul.GM)
  20. 5:10 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean Not much happens. The kid mostly just stands on the corner, his face showing a mixture of arrogance, boredom, and discomfort from the heat. The only times he moves is to reach for the beer can at his feet.
  21. 5:15 PM Eventually, a pick up truck slides up to the kid's street, the back stuffed with buzzed or drunk teenagers. A man in his early 20s leans out, his skin substantially darker then most people here, and you can see tattoos creeping past his tee-shirt to his arms and neck. He addresses the dealer with a laugh, "Hey Ramon, working hard?" ||
  22. 5:20 PM <TS|Plumaje> I watch them, taking note of anything noteworthy about the people and the truck. If my suspicions are correct, the tattoo guy is someone higher up than that kid. I might be able to use them to find something important to the Harpies.||
  23. 5:21 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((roll investigation))
  24. 5:22 PM <TS|Plumaje> ((Wits?))
  25. 5:23 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((yeah, with an additional +1 cause you have the skill)
  26. 5:23 PM <TS|Plumaje> ((Not a skill, just a bonus, but ok.))
  27. 5:23 PM $roll 1d6+1 Super Spy
  28. 5:23 PM <[ATM]> ATM TS|Plumaje "Super Spy" [2] +1 = 3
  29. 5:24 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((roll a second die))
  30. 5:24 PM <TS|Plumaje> $roll 1d6+1 Super Spy: The Sequel
  31. 5:24 PM <[ATM]> ATM TS|Plumaje "Super Spy: The Sequel" [4] +1 = 5
  32. 5:32 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean "Marcos! How're you doing man, I heard you and Fernando got in a fight with Chaahk!" The dealer, Ramon, says, with obvious admiration in his voice. Marcos laughs, "Not so loud bean sprout." From his accent, you realize that Marcos isn't Mexican at all. He must have come over from Cuba along with The Harpies.
  33. 5:33 PM The tattoos are also strange, no one seems to have as many as Marcos does, and they're all snakes. Members of the Red Ribbon would tattoo themselves to show allegience, but as far as you can tell, no one has a tattoo of a Harpy.
  34. 5:40 PM Marcos continues, "Listen, I'm off work right now, but I ran in to some kids trying to start up a party. I told them I knew a guy that could get us a bit of a discount for any 'party supplies'. You good for it, aren't you? We could even bring you along if you want." Ramon looks a bit hesitant at first, but the final statement, and a drunken wink from one of the girls in the back of the pickup truck, seems to win him over. "Sure thing man!" ||
  35. 5:43 PM <TS|Plumaje> Another dealer? A grouping of Harpies, hawking drugs and wildly partying? Seems like a good place, if any, to start.
  36. 5:44 PM I follow the truck, making sure to keep out of sight, ready to erupt with quills at a moment's notice.
  37. 5:44 PM ||
  38. 5:46 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((the truck hasn't started moving yet. And even if it did, how would you follow it?))
  39. 5:46 PM <TS|Plumaje> ((Oh.))
  40. 5:46 PM ((Well...))
  41. 5:47 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((you wanna type something again :p))
  42. 5:47 PM <TS|Plumaje> ((Yes.))
  43. 5:49 PM I continue to observe them, thinking. Another dealer, able to supply an entire party full of Harpies with drugs. A group of drugged up gang members. Certainly seems interesting, at least.||
  44. 6:00 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean Ramon nods, taking off his jacket and rooting through a series plastic baggies within the pockets. "So, what supplies do you want anyway?" he says. "Nothing to heavy," Marcos says, "Most of these kids are lightweights, 2 or 3 grams apiece should do." "Hey, don' call me a ligh'weight!" A particularly drunk boy calls from the back of the truck. ||
  45. 6:04 PM <TS|Plumaje> I continue to watch them, hoping to catch any info that could tell me where the party is.||
  46. 6:06 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $roll 1d6+1 wits
  47. 6:06 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "wits" [5] +1 = 6
  48. 6:06 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((could you roll stealth for me?))
  49. 6:06 PM <TS|Plumaje> $roll 1d6 Stealth
  50. 6:06 PM <[ATM]> ATM TS|Plumaje "Stealth" [4] = 4
  51. 6:13 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean As Ramon pulls out the goods, Marcos looks up and turns to you. "Hey kid, you got somewhere to be? Or are you just gonna keep standing there staring into space?" ||
  52. 6:13 PM <TS|Plumaje> ((BRB. Eating.))
  53. 6:42 PM "I don't have anywhere to go, right now. Just walking around, heard you guys talking about a party, got interested. Where is it, just in case I decide to drop by?" I say, trying to maintain a poker face in spite of my panic.||
  54. 6:45 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((roll social [deception]))
  55. 6:46 PM <TS|Plumaje> ((Can I use Presentation for this?))
  56. 6:46 PM ((Or is it just Marco I'm Social-Fu-ing))
  57. 6:46 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((just Marco))
  58. 6:47 PM ((also, fyi I might have to disappear for a bit pretty soon))
  59. 6:47 PM <TS|Plumaje> ((Ok.))
  60. 6:47 PM $roll 1d6
  61. 6:47 PM <[ATM]> ATM TS|Plumaje [5] = 5
  62. 6:47 PM <TS|Plumaje> (( :D ))
  63. 6:58 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean Marcos grins, "Well shit girl, don't be shy! If you want to come party, then get in!" He gestures to the back of the truck. ||
  64. 7:01 PM <TS|Plumaje>
  65. 7:01 PM Shitshitshitshit.
  66. 7:02 PM I panic internally, as I wonder what to do.
  67. 7:03 PM If I go, I could get there easily, and possibly get some information easier, but who knows what would happen during the party or the ride there?
  68. 7:06 PM "Ah...yeah, sure." I hop in, skin tingling with the barely suppressed urge to explode into quills.
  69. 7:06 PM ||
  70. 7:07 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((do you enter the truck?))
  71. 7:07 PM ((wait, nevermind))
  72. 7:10 PM Ramon hops next to you, goods well in hand. The truck peels away, easily topping the speed limit. The wind in your hair would be exhilarating if it wasn't for the cold knot of fear in your stomach.
  73. 7:12 PM A curly haired boy leans close to you, a dopey smile punctuated by his glazed eyes. You can smell the booze on his breath as he holds up a can of beer. "Wanna sip?" He says, trying badly to pass as seductive. ||
  74. 7:13 PM ((Now I have to go eat :p))
  75. 7:13 PM <TS|Plumaje> ((Ok.))
  76. 7:13 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((feel free to write up a response while I go though))
  77. 7:13 PM Thay|GM → ThAyFK
  78. 7:35 PM ThAyFK → Thay|GM
  79. 7:35 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((back))
  80. 7:35 PM <TS|Plumaje> "Save it for the party. It's better to get fucked up starting alright. Everything hits you at once, and it's clearer."||
  81. 7:37 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((roll social, +1 since he's drunk as hell))
  82. 7:37 PM <TS|Plumaje> ((Ok.))
  83. 7:37 PM $roll 1d6+1
  84. 7:37 PM <[ATM]> ATM TS|Plumaje [6] +1 = 7
  85. 7:39 PM <TS|Plumaje> ((I'll probably have to leave soon. Packing up to go back home, so...if I'm not here for half an hour, assume I'm off doing stuff.))
  86. 7:40 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((if you want, we can get to the party itself and then pause the session))
  87. 7:40 PM <TS|Plumaje> ((Yeah))
  88. 7:40 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean The boy shrugs. "Suit yourself, more for me," he says, before downing what looks like the rest of the can.
  89. 7:44 PM The truck continues to throttle down, leaving the downtown area towards the suburbs. At first, you struggle to realize what part of the city you're at, but as the truck finally comes to a stop, you realize where you are. Maria Lourdes Garcia Medina Elementary School.
  90. 7:45 PM Marcos exits the car, and easily hopes over the tiny metal fence around the school, meant to keep out elementary schoolers and not grown gang members. "Alright kids, this is the place." ||
  91. 7:45 PM <TS|Plumaje> ((An elementary school?))
  92. 7:46 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((it isn't a school day))
  93. 7:46 PM <TS|Plumaje> ((I got that))
  94. 7:49 PM I exit the truck, mingling with the group, as I try to be inconspicuous.||
  95. 7:51 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((Do you wanna break here?))
  96. 7:51 PM <TS|Plumaje> ((Yeah.))
  97. 7:52 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ========SESSION PAUSED========
  98. ...
  99. 5:53 PM Following the kids, you pile into the school. Two short, one story buildings frame the gated entrance, with trees planted to offer shade to the children during recess or PE but Marcos seems to be leading the crowd of teenagers down the path between the buildings to the yellowed grass field behind them.
  100. 5:56 PM As the sun begins to set, you see close to 50 teenagers and young adults mingling and dancing to blaringly loud American hip-hop music. A group of five 20 something year old adults seem to be trying to set up a bonfire in the middle of the field, their bear arms covered in tattoos of snakes, and the occasional Eagle. What few people aren't mingling in the center group hang back, smoking and drinking beneath the shade of trees. ||
  101. 5:58 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((So, are we still being led somewhere? Is this a description of the destination, or what I see while I walk?))
  102. 5:58 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((Destination, assuming your following the bulk of the party))
  103. 5:59 PM → CaptNameless (was CaptN|Lunch) joined • Camtist → Camtist|Daisy, Nick → Nick|GM
  104. 6:00 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Oh. I was expecting it to be more "stereotypical gang party", so I'm unsure what to do. Hmm...))
  105. 6:19 PM As the group splits up, I look for that kid, Ramon.
  106. 6:20 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((you done?))
  107. 6:20 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Yep))
  108. 6:20 PM ||
  109. 6:21 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ...
  110. 6:25 PM You see him following Marcus over to the soon-to-be bonfire. You're to far away to make out the words, but you can see the plain-faced annoyance on the face of the five adults there as the 17 year old walks up, chatting to Marcos like an over-excited puppy. ||
  111. 6:25 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow I move closer, trying to spy on their conversation in a non-obvious way.
  112. 6:25 PM ||
  113. 6:28 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ...
  114. 6:29 PM → Olivebirdy joined (Olivebirdy@net-6b0.lie.27.185.IP)
  115. 6:32 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean You walk closer, close enough to hear the constant stream of noise coming from Ramon's mouth, if not the specific words themselves, when you hear a sharp "Hey!" barked in your direction.
  116. 6:34 PM You see a woman, broad shouldered and with a smashed up pug nose, staring you down with her arms folded. One of her biceps has a meticulously drawn tattoo of a beaver, screeching and hacking spittle down past her elbow. "You new here?" she says to you with a glare. ||
  117. 6:37 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow "Yeah. I heard about a party, decided to check it out. Is there something wrong with that?" I say, glaring back.||
  118. 6:41 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean "If your new here, then I don't see what reason you've got to be interested in the seniority." She says, gesturing to the bonfire, where Ramon is /still/ talking. ||
  119. 6:47 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow I gesture to Ramon. "That guy's a dealer. Why do you think I'm interested in him?"||
  120. 6:49 PM ⇐ DrStegosaurus quit (DrStegosaur@net-3od.cbs.9.69.IP) Quit: http://www.kiwiirc.com/ - A hand crafted IRC client
  121. 6:50 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean "I'm not answering your questions, bitch. If you wanna get high you can talk to someone who isn't Marcos's little charity project." ||
  122. 7:05 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow "Okay, fine." I back away from the bonfire. "Oh, and I'm the bitch? At least I don't look like I tried kissing a speeding car, unlike your ugly ass." I say, as I walk away.||
  123. 7:07 PM ((She insulted me
  124. 7:07 PM ))
  125. 7:07 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ...
  126. 7:07 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Naturally, I responded.))
  127. 7:13 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean As you walk away, a hand grabs your shoulder. You turn around, you see the ugly ass bitch raising a fist.
  128. 7:14 PM Roll dodge or block
  129. 7:14 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Dodge or Block?))
  130. 7:15 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_glfQsPjDklbeZatO1Gsr5I3VNnGmESNUU2P28jL1x4/edit#heading=h.6s80imn1kac7))
  131. 7:15 PM ((page 31))
  132. 7:16 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow $roll 1d6 Block
  133. 7:18 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Can I roll again, as Cashy wasn't here?))
  134. 7:18 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((sure))
  135. 7:18 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow $roll 1d6 Block
  136. 7:18 PM <[ATM]> ATM TS|Plumaje "Block" [3] = 3
  137. 7:19 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $roll 1d6+1 Punch
  138. 7:19 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "Punch" [5] +1 = 6
  139. 7:20 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $minor bash
  140. 7:20 PM $lesser bash
  141. 7:20 PM <[ATM]> ATM [Leg] [Part] Tripped: Knocked to the ground. This lesser wound goes away at start of next turn.
  142. 7:24 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean You raise your arms to block the punch, but the force knocks you onto your ass. As folks around you cackle and cheer, you feel a globe of spittle hit your cheek.
  143. 7:25 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Did she just spit on me?))
  144. 7:25 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean "Yeah Romina, knock her ass out!" Someone from the crowd says, as the women, presumably Romina, smirks and begins to walk off. ||
  145. 7:25 PM ((yeah))
  146. 7:26 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Can I get up in time to attack her?))
  147. 7:28 PM → DrStegosaurus joined (DrStegosaur@net-3od.cbs.9.69.IP)
  148. 7:28 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((yeah, but as per the rules of getting knocked down, a swing and a miss prompt a free attack on her part))
  149. 7:29 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Ok.))
  150. 7:30 PM I stagger to my feet, springing forwards in a counterattack.||
  151. 7:31 PM $roll 1d6 Kill the Bitch
  152. 7:31 PM <[ATM]> ATM TS|Plumaje "Kill the Bitch" [5] = 5
  153. 7:32 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $roll 1d6+1 Block
  154. 7:32 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "Block" [5] +1 = 6
  155. 7:32 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((FUCK))
  156. 7:32 PM ((Why are my rolls so shitty?!))
  157. 7:34 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $roll 1d6+1 counterattack
  158. 7:34 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "counterattack" [3] +1 = 4
  159. 7:35 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow $roll 1d6 Block
  160. 7:35 PM <[ATM]> ATM TS|Plumaje "Block" [4] = 4
  161. 7:36 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $lesser bash
  162. 7:36 PM <[ATM]> ATM [Arm] [Part] Disarmed: DISARMED.
  163. 7:39 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean You rush to your feet and stumble forward, head still spinning as you throw out your fist, but Romina merely grunts as she grabs your fist. Holding your arm outstretched, she jabs you in the shoulder and lets you go. It hurts.
  164. 7:42 PM $roll 1d6+1 attack
  165. 7:42 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "attack" [6] +1 = 7
  166. 7:43 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((okay, you literally can't roll this high, so I'm just gonna go straight to the wound))
  167. 7:43 PM $lesser bash
  168. 7:43 PM <[ATM]> ATM [Leg] [Part] Tripped: Knocked to the ground. This lesser wound goes away at start of next turn.
  169. 7:44 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean Before you can even recover, Romina walks up and shoves you back down to the ground. You feel muscles twinge as they hit the earth.
  170. 7:45 PM → iridium248 joined (iridium248@net-8m2.pou.156.175.IP)
  171. 7:45 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean As the minor crowd that's gathered around the tussle starts hooting even more, Romina crouches down to your level. "You done yet?" She says, her tone serious. ||
  172. 7:49 PM Faustus → Feastus
  173. 7:56 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Fuck it, QUILLS))
  174. 7:58 PM I erupt in dark-colored feathers, black spiked with threads of dark purple, orange, and red.
  175. 7:59 PM ((Am I still on the ground?))
  176. 7:59 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((yeah, still works though. Are you shooting the quills or just donning armor?))
  177. 8:00 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Shooting.))
  178. 8:00 PM ((Which, if I recall, doesn't deplete my armor.))
  179. 8:00 PM ((So...both, I guess.))
  180. 8:01 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((it does not))
  181. 8:01 PM $roll 1d6 Ath
  182. 8:01 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "Ath" [5] = 5
  183. 8:01 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Fuck))
  184. 8:01 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $roll 6d6 Ath
  185. 8:01 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "Ath" [3] [5] [4] [1] [4] [6] = 23
  186. 8:01 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Wait, she's at point-blank range.))
  187. 8:01 PM ((How the fuck does she dodge it?))
  188. 8:02 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((fair enough, I'll fudge that one))
  189. 8:02 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Oh, forgot to end my turn))
  190. 8:02 PM ||
  191. 8:04 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean Anger boils up inside you, and it boils out of you in the form of a million fiery pinpricks. Romina has enough since to jam her eyes shut before she starts writhing on the ground, screaming from the pain.
  192. 8:07 PM People from the crowd around start dropping to the ground in pain, while others swat at their necks like their trying to kill mosquitoes. You see a lanky man from the crowd, the same one that had shouted Ramona's name, jump out from behind a tree studded with quills and point a handgun at you. "Cape!" He shouts out.
  193. 8:11 PM You see Marcos run towards you, along with the rest of the group from the bonfire, drawing a gun and pointing it at you. "Stay right the fuck where you are, or I shoot!" he yells. ||
  194. 8:15 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((BRB, eating))
  195. 8:18 PM ⇐ DrStegosaurus and Turncoat quit
  196. 8:37 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow "You shoot me, I shoot you."
  197. 8:38 PM I step forwards.
  198. 8:38 PM ||
  199. 8:38 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((roll intimidate, +1))
  200. 8:39 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow $roll 1d6+1 SCARY PEACOCK
  201. 8:39 PM <[ATM]> ATM TS|Plumaje "SCARY PEACOCK" [1] +1 = 2
  202. 8:40 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Holy fuck why?!))
  203. 8:49 PM ↔ Nick|GM nipped out
  204. 8:51 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean You limp towards Marcos, your arm and leg muscles still sore from your earlier beating. You see others pulling out guns and pointing them at you. Nearly half a dozen people, holding the power to kill at their fingers. Even with your confidence that you costume can repel bullets, you still can't keep the quaver out of your voice.
  205. 8:52 PM "Well then you better not give us cause to shoot you," Marcos says, steel eyed. "Stop moving. Now." ||
  206. 9:18 PM ⇐ Steve quit (uid289075@brockwell.irccloud.com) Quit: Connection closed for inactivity
  207. 9:23 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow "Alright." I stop. "Please... don't kill me." I lean into the feelings of fear, tremors, only half-faked, coursing through me. "I didn't even want to come here, at first. That guy, Chaahk, he approached me. C-convinced me. Don't shoot...please. I'll do a-anything, even join you guys...just..." I collapse to the ground, head down.||
  208. 9:23 PM → Druza joined (uid209687@stonehaven.irccloud.com)
  209. 9:24 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Social roll?))
  210. 9:24 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ...
  211. 9:24 PM ((interrupting))
  212. 9:24 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Ok))
  213. 9:25 PM ((Did I fuck up?))
  214. 9:25 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean "You...Bitch..."
  215. 9:26 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Is the Bitch after me now?))
  216. 9:26 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean You turn, and see Romina standing, shaking from rage and pain. Her teeth are clenched, veins are throbbing in her forehead, her eyes are bloodshot, and she's pointing a gun at you.
  217. 9:26 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((D:))
  218. 9:27 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $roll 2h6-1 Gunshot
  219. 9:27 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "Gunshot" (4) [5] -1 = 4
  220. 9:29 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $roll 2h6-1
  221. 9:29 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM (4) [6] -1 = 5
  222. 9:30 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $moderate pierce
  223. 9:30 PM <[ATM]> ATM [Head] [Any 1] Graze: No special effect. Treat as lesser wound.
  224. 9:33 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean Romina fires two bullets at you as you swerve left. Only one hits you, grazing the side of your head and pealing away the armored feathers that lay there like onion strips, revealing your face to the crowd.
  225. 9:33 PM Marcos's eyes widen. "You!?" ||
  226. 9:35 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow Without a moment's hesitation, I explode again, and attempt to sprint the fuck away.||
  227. 9:36 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $roll 1d6 Ath
  228. 9:36 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "Ath" [1] = 1
  229. 9:36 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $roll 1d6 Ath
  230. 9:36 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "Ath" [1] = 1
  231. 9:36 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $roll 1d6+1 Ath
  232. 9:36 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "Ath" [6] +1 = 7
  233. 9:37 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $roll 6h6 Ath
  234. 9:37 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "Ath" [6] (1) (1) (3) (4) (5) = 6
  235. 9:38 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Is that good? Did I get Marco and the bitch?))
  236. 9:39 PM ⇐ Spellspin quit (uid232501@tooting.irccloud.com) Quit: Connection closed for inactivity
  237. 9:39 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean More feathers fly out away from you, with a new mask growing along with the rest of your replacement armor. Romina drops to the ground, screeching bloody murder.
  238. 9:40 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Yes!!! That'll teach you, you swine-esque bitch))
  239. 9:42 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean "Down!" Marcos calls out, ducking beneath the bulk of the projectiles. Although most are too slow, you see the lanky guy from earlier pull one of his buddies away from the feathers. All three of them point there pistols at you and fire.
  240. 9:42 PM ((roll 6 dodge please))
  241. 9:43 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((A 6 on dodging?))
  242. 9:43 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((no, 6h6))
  243. 9:43 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Ath or Dex?))
  244. 9:43 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean ((Ath))
  245. 9:43 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((Oh))
  246. 9:44 PM $roll 6h6 I WANT TO LIIIVVVE
  247. 9:44 PM <[ATM]> ATM TS|Plumaje "I WANT TO LIIIVVVE" (4) [6] (6) (6) (5) (1) = 6
  248. 9:45 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $roll 2h6 Marcos
  249. 9:45 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "Marcos" (3) [5] = 5
  250. 9:45 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $roll 2h6 Marcos
  251. 9:45 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "Marcos" [6] (2) = 6
  252. 9:45 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $roll 2h6 lanky guy
  253. 9:45 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "lanky guy" (1) [2] = 2
  254. 9:45 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $roll 2h6 lanky guy buddy
  255. 9:45 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "lanky guy buddy" [5] (4) = 5
  256. 9:47 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $Moderate pierce
  257. 9:47 PM <[ATM]> ATM [Arm] [Any 1] Graze: No special effect. Treat as lesser wound.
  258. 9:48 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $Moderate pierce
  259. 9:48 PM <[ATM]> ATM [Arm] [Any 2] Missed Vitals: No other effect besides that of moderate wound.
  260. 9:48 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $Moderate pierce
  261. 9:48 PM <[ATM]> ATM [Torso] [Any 2] Missed Vitals: No other effect besides that of moderate wound.
  262. 9:48 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $Moderate pierce
  263. 9:48 PM <[ATM]> ATM [Arm] [Any 2] Missed Vitals: No other effect besides that of moderate wound.
  264. 9:49 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $roll 3d2 h/t
  265. 9:49 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "h/t" [2] [1] [2] = 5
  266. 9:53 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean You run for the gate, bullets whizzing around you. You feel thumping sounds on both your shoulders, and the small of your back. Finally, you feel a piercing pain as a bullet pushes its way into the meat of your arm.
  267. 9:54 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow ((OWWW))
  268. 9:55 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean You hear someone shout out, "Kill her!" and with a panicked look backwards you see more mooks standing up and pointing their weapons at you.
  269. 9:58 PM $roll 1d6+1 dex
  270. 9:58 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "dex" [3] +1 = 4
  271. 9:58 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $roll 1d6-1 dodge
  272. 9:58 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "dodge" [6] -1 = 5
  273. 9:59 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean A rush of wind stirs your hair, and you see what appears to be a bolt of pure color fly towards the bulk of the group. It swirls with greens, and purples, and reds. It looks like it's going to hit the dealer kid at eye level, Ramon, his name was Ramon, before he falls back in a panic, and the bolt flies over him.
  274. 10:03 PM $roll 1d6x3 Ath
  275. 10:03 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM "Ath" [1] = 1 :: [1] = 1 :: [3] = 3
  276. 10:03 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean $roll 6d6
  277. 10:03 PM <[ATM]> ATM Thay|GM [3] [2] [6] [6] [3] [2] = 22
  278. 10:06 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean The bolt scatters into a rainbow of needles, driving their way into the flesh of nearly everyone surrounding. You see the goons who shot at you earlier drop, screaming with even more fervor then your needles caused, and you see two capes walking down the path.
  279. 10:10 PM soulpelt| → soulpelt|sleep
  280. 10:13 PM <Thay|GM> Thaydean The first is over 6 feet tall dressed in a rust red armor, with an urban camo aesthetic. Along the shoulders of the armor, and above the brow line helmet, you see spikes of metal jutting out, with the curvature of a bow. In his hand he holds a bolt of light similar to the first one he threw, only without the swirling colors.
  281. 10:15 PM The other is practically diminutive by comparison. Over a foot shorter then her companion, and swaddled in layered green and red robes. Despite the heat and her outfit, she's shivering. You recognize them both from constant word of mouth descriptions. Ahulane and Tzolkin, from the Sons of Kukulkan. ||
  282. 10:18 PM ⇐ ColdGold quit (uid147536@SanRaul.GM) Quit: Connection closed for inactivity
  283. 10:22 PM <TS|Plumaje> TheShadow I collapse to my knees, pain spiking through me as I look in horror at my arm. My eyes flick toward the wound, blood mixing with the beautiful black-purple-red of my armor, and up to the two capes. Energy slamming through my veins, I speak.
  284. 10:22 PM "Hi."
  285. 10:22 PM ||
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