<Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Session to this point: https://pastebin.com/KwZntyKe))

2:26 PM Divide and conquer was a stratagem as old as warfare itself for good reason. The rest of the Rats fled, some running, some backing up slowly so they could keep their attention on Facsimile.||
2:28 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((So some did stay though?))
2:29 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((All of them gone, just the people on your side left))
2:33 PM <Sym|Facsimile> "That ought to speed things up, although this likely means cape support will be coming. Get started on destroying this place, but be ready to fight or flee again soon." he said to the soldiers. With that said, his fight hadn't gone quite so well as he'd made it out to be. There were some injuries he would need to at least begin to attend to before any more fighting.
2:34 PM ((Can I read myself for the advantage on medical?))
2:37 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((You can do, but if you get 4-6 you'll get a feedback loop, as your power informs itself))
2:38 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((I'll just do it normally then))
2:38 PM ||
2:40 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Roll me medical, dex please))
2:40 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 1d6-1
2:40 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile [3] -1 = 2
2:42 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick Facsimile wasn't flesh and bone, like a regular person, his sense of pain a little stunted. He tried to patch together some of the ceramic, hoping that would help prevent him from taking too much damage, but he was struggling.
2:43 PM This was exactly why he'd come to speak with Mishmash. He couldn't do this sort of thing by himself.
2:45 PM ((You can go search for something to patch up some of the ceramic in a hodgepodge sort of way, if you think he would spend any more time after failing))
2:48 PM <Sym|Facsimile> Facsimile was hoping to do this job here, and then disappear, although he was beginning to think disappearing wouldn't be an option. But with that goal in mind, showing people such a distinctive characteristic as a ceramic/fungal body was not a good move. He set out to if not fix, at least conceal his injuries.
2:48 PM ||
2:50 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Roll me a wits))
2:50 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 1d6
2:50 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile [6]  = 6
2:52 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick Good thing it was a warehouse. Even if the primary purpose was less than legal, there was plenty around that he could use. Wooden boxes and planks, the occasional sheet of a material more precious. A short search through a set of cupboards led him to the discovery of some duct tape, that he was able to attach a small boiler plate of metal across his chest.
2:54 PM It was heavy, enough of a burden that it might make him slower momentarily, but it would serve to give him a little armour before the capes made a reappearance.||
2:54 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((So recover my armor slot?))
2:55 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Treat that as 2 pips of armour, in exchange for a few rolls being a bit more difficult, if you need to do a lot of stuff in a row))
3:00 PM <Sym|Facsimile> Facsimile was satisfied with this "field dressing", and while it likely wasn't enough to make combat safe, it was enough to prevent the hit to his threats that being injured would
3:00 PM cause
3:01 PM He looked around to check on how his soldiers were doing in their tasks.||
3:03 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick They were in process of raiding the place, collecting things that might be useful. People were discussing on the radio through their earpieces, and it seemed that Harmony had dealt with a similar contingent himself.
3:03 PM He was laying out the plan for levelling the place, as it seemed he had some tinker technologies which could vibrate the building into crumbling ruins, once they were sure the place was clear of people.||
3:08 PM <Sym|Facsimile> With his injuries out of the way, Facsimile returned to the job, and began searching for things to take as well. As he began, he asked into coms, "Any sign of enemy reinforcements?"
3:08 PM ||
3:11 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick A voice, one of the Circlets outside in the vans said, "can't see nothing from out here."
3:11 PM "They'll be coming," Harmony said, "give yourself a deadline, a limit on things you'll be taking, because the word will get out fast. They'll hit hard when they come back."
3:12 PM The man that Facsimile had beaten to the floor was being dragged out of the building, limp even though he might still be awake. A trail of blood followed him out.||
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3:14 PM <Sym|Facsimile> Facsimile had done all he could for the man, and it wasn't like he could ask a favor of a gang he already owed.
3:15 PM Plus, it wouldn't do to disrupt the image he'd constructed. The man was on his own with his new 'mindset' and whatever the Circlets would do with him.
3:16 PM Facsimile, after a glance his way, turned back to looting the warehouse.||
3:19 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick A gunshot further into the warehouse was followed by a massive crash. That would be Mishmash, going to work on other Rats.||
3:22 PM <Sym|Facsimile> Facsimile wanted to do this job as well as possible, so when he revealed that he was the Tinkertech they'd be working on, they would take it well. He considered whether going to assist Mishmash would be doing extra, or disobeying orders. He decided he would take the risk, and went to check on Mishmash.
3:22 PM |
3:22 PM ||
3:26 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick Another huge crash as he turned a corner, a massive set of shelfing shattering apart as Mishmash slammed into it with his full body mass. He clutched two Rats in massive claws, tossed them as he came to land, charging back towards the center again.
3:27 PM He seemed in control the whole time, using the collapsed shelving to obscure his movements against those who were pulling guns on him. A lucky shot hit him, sinking into flesh, but it barely seemed like he noticed.
3:28 PM Three other Rats, seemingly trying to shoot at Mishmash as they made their retreat, and Facsimile tracked their route. A catwalk above them, which he might be able to navigate to in time to drop down on them, or he could run through the columns of shelving; risky when Mishmash might collapse them as he saw fit.||
3:33 PM <Sym|Facsimile> It seemed to Facsimile that by getting involved here, he might be more likely to get in Mishmash's way than to actually assist him. The way he was fighting, it looked like Mishmash was playing with toys, and it wouldn't do to interrupt his fun. Facsimile stepped back, ready to help if his read on the situation was wrong and Mishmash did need help.
3:34 PM His power called to him to supply information on Mishmash, and he let it.
3:34 PM ||
3:35 PM $roll 1d7
3:35 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile [6]  = 6
3:42 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick His power lit Mishmash up, a full indication that every inch of his being was affected by his technology, with a few specks around the area that indicated how he had smashed it apart in the past few minutes.
3:44 PM There was something else though, similar to how Harmony's power had been affecting the air in an ambient sense. Something not visible, although this one probably not sensed by anyone /but/ Mishmash: a cord of energy, wavering back and forth pulling away from the center of Mishmash and through the wall of the warehouse.
3:44 PM It went further, but Facsimile couldn't sense just how far.||
3:46 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((Can I roll to find out where the cord goes? Or would Esoteri not cover that?))
3:49 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((It would need to be the active one, aura))
3:51 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((oh my bad, thought it was Esoteri.))
3:52 PM Facsimile was unsure what this meant, he hadn't seen an effect like this before.
3:52 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((I'll be honest, I got confused :S))
3:52 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((With something like this, the line between aura and esoteri kinda blurs anyway, it it's what I think it is))
3:54 PM However, with the read he'd gotten before about the low brain activity from Mishmash, Facsimile was fairly certain he could come to a conclusion: 'Mishmash' was a construct, and the real Tinker was piloting it remotely.
3:54 PM Not that this information really did anything for him in the current situation, as Mishmash was his ally.
3:55 PM Something to file away for later though, should it become important.
3:56 PM Facsimile didn't mention it, but was now certain Mishmash wouldn't need his help, and returned to his sector of the warehouse. ||
3:59 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick "Rats inbound," a voice came over the radio. "Got a van on the south side of the warehouse."
3:59 PM "Shit, same over this side-"
4:00 PM "Alright, stations," Harmony cut in, "I need time to set up the device with my squad. Facsimile, take your squad, deal with one of them, Mishmash will-"
4:01 PM "Another van over here," someone else cut in. "And, we've, shit, they've got the capes."||
4:06 PM <Sym|Facsimile> "Everyone, remember, we don't need to win, just stall. I'm gonna try to keep them talking as long as I can to give Harmony more time, but be prepared to engage." He said to the soldiers around him. If there were capes, multiple, then this wouldn't likely be a fight they'd be able to win outright, but stalling was something he could do. He set up to welcome' them. ||
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4:09 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick He hurried out onto the street, his squad joining him again, just in time to see a van approaching. One of the squad mates through a grenade, a pulse of sound rippling out as it landed, and the van shuddered, visibly rippling around the space.
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4:13 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick The van ground to a halt, the back of it kicking open, though the Rats that spilled out looked a little worse for wear.||
4:18 PM <Sym|Facsimile> Facsimile, always up to for a monologue, said "While I appreciate the dedication to the job, I suggest you consider your options before any rash action. Me an my associates here will be leaving shortly, so I suggest you do the same and drive away before things get, unpleasant."
4:18 PM *up for a monologue
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4:19 PM <Sym|Facsimile> Facsimile really wasn't ready for extended fighting with his injuries and lack of ability to use a gun, but he hoped he could rely on his squad and his threats to see him through.
4:19 PM ||
4:19 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ...
4:21 PM Five Circlets, including Facsimile, which meant that they were outnumbered here with five coming out of the back of the van, two climbing out of the front section. The Rat driver was throwing up, and a couple of others looked like they were struggling on their feet, but the numbers advantage might help.
4:22 PM No capes though, good for Facsimile.
4:22 PM ((Roll me a Wits, Sym))
4:22 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 1d6
4:22 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile [4]  = 4
4:23 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick One of the Rats had this weird, sinewy white substance on them and was wielding a crowbar. They were one of the more stable ones, it seemed.
4:24 PM Brocade looked across the intervening distance to the Circlets and the unknown cape, taking in the injuries of a couple of them, the grenades that a few of them still had at their belts, and the gun that one was holding, the shape strange and the muzzle actually a ball.||
4:24 PM ((Turn order from here on is Brocade, Facsimile, me))
4:25 PM ((Sym, you do not recognise Brocade as a cape, here))
4:26 PM ((I may intercept turn order with a ... in order to get some extra info in.))
4:31 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann This day just keeps getting worse and worse again. Getting in a fight with capes and guns was certainly not in the plan. As the thoughts came, Brocade realized how stupid it was to infiltrate and expect things to not get even more violent. He ran to the side of the van, trying to put something between him and whatever strange device the Circlet was wielding. Silk sticking to the crowbar, it was once again time for a fight.||
4:32 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((So my turn then?))
4:32 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Yep, one of them is hiding already))
4:33 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((How unnatural does the stuff on Brocade look?))
4:34 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Not massively so, and it seems like it's more of an impediment than something they are using))
4:34 PM ((Like they've been in a prior fight instead of it being a tool))
4:34 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((gotcha))
4:36 PM ((Can I put the thing I said earlier here, if they've only just gotten out of the car?))
4:36 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((They did all hear it, but none of them have backed down immediately))
4:37 PM ((This is a high stakes loss for them, after all))
4:38 PM ((You could take this turn to try and reinforce that, if you wanted))
4:39 PM <Sym|Facsimile> Well, naturally it would take more than an uninformed threat to make them back down, but it was worth trying. As for the uninformed part, Facsimile let his power run on the closest one while stepping back to let his team begin fighting.
4:39 PM $roll 1d7
4:39 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile [4]  = 4
4:40 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((Ideally I'd like to see my read, then take an action))
4:42 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick He felt his power reach for power information, so it was a shock when that information didn't just fizzle out. A cloaking power, able to provide armour as well as bind people up-
4:42 PM ((Roll me a separate Know))
4:43 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 1d6
4:43 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile [6]  = 6
4:44 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick Shit, that first part he sensed sounded like their Stranger, Ghost Hand, who could turn things invisible. If he could use that power in conjunction with armour and binding, he would be able to tear their ranks apart.
4:45 PM It didn't seem right, though. He'd never heard about Ghost Hand being able to bind things, and he tended to leave behind a ghostly after image, which this power didn't seem to have an element of.
4:45 PM Whatever it was, they were close, probably even in this group.||
4:45 PM ((Continue your turn, Sym))
4:48 PM <Sym|Facsimile> Facsimile was both surprised and relieved, with a power like that they could've been a huge problem at an inopportune moment. However, with knowledge of it, this could be turned in his advantage. He whispered into coms, "My squad, be on guard, one of those Rats is a cape in disguise, seems like he has some sort of binding and armor power."
4:50 PM If he could get further reads, then he'd likely be able to deal with the cape. The hard part would be figuring out which one it was, nothing was sticking out to him yet, but maybe something would come to him. ||
4:50 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ...
4:52 PM The Rats started closing the distance, using their numbers to move quickly. The throw up gun one of the Circlets was wielding managed to arrest the moment of one of them, but they were pretty quickly properly in the fray, except for the one that was hiding behind the van.
4:53 PM One of them threw a hatchet Facsimile's way, clearly hoping to take him out early-
4:53 PM $roll 1d6 Throw!
4:53 PM <[ATM]> ATM Wellwick|GM "Throw!" [3]  = 3
4:53 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Roll to evade))
4:53 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((I get the evade bonus right?))
4:53 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Yep, it's ranged))
4:53 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 2h6
4:53 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile [4] (4)  = 4
4:53 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((2h6+1))
4:53 PM *5
4:54 PM ...
4:54 PM - but Facsimile was somewhat ready, ducking clear, even as the Rat got close enough that they might be able to use the baton they had on hand.||
4:54 PM ((Brocade))
5:01 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann Being out of the spotlight, Brocade had some time to think. Alone, next to the van, he saw the perect opportunity. Wouldn't be the smartest choice to go fight and get outted again. Yet his plan wasn't going to be any smarter. He hopped on the driver's seat and got ready to drive. Getting a bigger gun seemed logical. Nothing more logical than running over people with a van.||
5:01 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Sym, roll a Wits, then roll your power))
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5:01 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 1d6
5:01 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile [4]  = 4
5:01 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 1d7
5:01 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile [1]  = 1
5:02 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ...
5:03 PM Facsimile just caught the motion of the van starting to move again, but his focus was drawn primarily towards the baton wielding Rat.
5:05 PM An old running injury, making one of this Rat's knees weaker than the other. No way Facsimile would have noticed it in how the guy ran, but he had regular physio to deal with the problem. He compensated with it by spending more time on his upper body strength, which just made him all the more aware of how much he would hate to be hit.||
5:05 PM ((+1 in Brawn, -1 in Ath, regular everything else. Aim to disable at the knee for demoralise))
5:07 PM <Sym|Facsimile> While Facsimile hadn't intended to get mixed up in combat, it seemed the fight had come to him. This guy could definitely be a threat with his strength, but with a knee injury, he could end up down quickly. Facsimile brought his own baton down, smashing it into the man's injured knee.
5:07 PM $roll 1d6-1
5:07 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile [1] -1 = 0
5:08 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick $roll 1d6-1 Dodging you're pathetic attack is easy!
5:08 PM <[ATM]> ATM Wellwick|GM "Dodging you're pathetic attack is easy!" [3] -1 = 2
5:08 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ...
5:09 PM At least, he was aiming for the knee. The guy sidestepped the blow, and lashed out with an attack of his own.
5:09 PM $roll 1d6+1 Grah, stoopid cape!
5:09 PM <[ATM]> ATM Wellwick|GM "Grah, stoopid cape!" [3] +1 = 4
5:09 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Roll dodge, can't use you're evade boost anymore))
5:09 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((just to clarify, do I get +1 from having +1 ath though?))
5:09 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((yes))
5:10 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 1d6+1 Dodge
5:10 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile "Dodge" [4] +1 = 5
5:10 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick Facsimile dodged low, keeping clear of the baton, once again only partially aware of what was going on with the others fighting.
5:11 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((Do I still have my half action left?))
5:11 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Yes))
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5:12 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Go ahead))
5:13 PM <Sym|Facsimile> This man was a threat, but Facsimile couldn't afford to get absorbed in a fight this time. He was injured, which wouldn't lend itself to fighting a buff man, and he had a cape investigation to get back to. He stepped back, hoping to get some assistance from his squad, and begin figuring out who the cape was. ||
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5:19 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick Unfortunately for Facsimile, the squad was still outnumbered. No one to step in to back him up, even as Harmony began coordinating efforts of backup over comms.
5:19 PM The brutish, baton wielding ex-athlete didn't give Facsimile an inch, closing him down
5:19 PM $roll 1d6+1 I wanna hit you again though!
5:19 PM <[ATM]> ATM Wellwick|GM "I wanna hit you again though!" [2] +1 = 3
5:19 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 1d6+1 Don't hit me again
5:19 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile "Don't hit me again" [1] +1 = 2
5:20 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick It smashed into the metal on his chest, luckily, but Facsimile could feel it shift a little. Damnit, he'd only taken the time to secure it with duct tape.
5:20 PM Brocade had the van moving now, but with Rats in amongst the fray, he was likely to hit them too if he just drove for the center mass. He could try and clip one of the two Circlet's on the edge of the fighting, but a dumb move from a Rat could see them getting hurt.||
5:26 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann A character was only worth mantaining as long as it was useful. Surprised at himself, yet oddly determined, Brocade aimed to the fringes of the fight. Maybe he'd clip a few "allies" in doing this. It's not like he was a Rat anyhow.||
5:27 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick $roll 1d6x3 Perception Rat1|Rat2|Circlet
5:27 PM <[ATM]> ATM Wellwick|GM "Perception Rat1|Rat2|Circlet" [6]  = 6  ::  [1]  = 1  ::  [6]  = 6
5:28 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick $roll 1d6 Circlet dodge
5:28 PM <[ATM]> ATM Wellwick|GM "Circlet dodge" [1]  = 1
5:29 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Roll me a couple of mod bashs please))
5:29 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann $moderate bash
5:29 PM <[ATM]> ATM [Arm] [Part] Fracture Arm: Arm DISABLED.  Roll Guts post-combat to see if it’s broken.
5:29 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick The Circlet saw it coming, but they were stuck being grappled by one of the Rats. Brocade crashed into the two of them.
5:29 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann $moderate bash
5:29 PM <[ATM]> ATM [Torso] [Any 1] Demolished: If struck body part is unarmored, target suffers both type-specific consequences noted below.
5:30 PM [Torso] [Any 1] Internally Injured: -1 to the two lowest of the following: Brawn, Athletics, or Guts.  If equal, apply in that order (Brawn first…)
5:30 PM [Torso] [Any 1] Broken Rib: PAIN, torso.
5:30 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick The Rat was thrown to the side, but the Circlet took the van full on, smashing them in the chest.
5:31 PM ((You going to brake or keep driving forward?))
5:32 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann ((Aim for the spooky cape, obviously))
5:32 PM ((Sorry Sym))
5:33 PM <Sym|Facsimile> (( :( ))
5:33 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick Brocade swung the wheel, effectively looping around the group, sending the Rat flying off, aiming towards the cape who seemed to be trying to back away.
5:34 PM ||
5:34 PM ((This counts as a ranged thing for evasion))
5:34 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 2h6+1 Car dodger
5:34 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile "Car dodger" [4] (1) +1 = 5
5:37 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((You can dex roll for aiming Mall))
5:38 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann $roll 1d6 vroom vroom
5:38 PM <[ATM]> ATM Mall|Brocade "vroom vroom" [6]  = 6
5:38 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ...
5:39 PM Facsimile was moving, trying to weave out of the way, but the van still clipped him. His boiler plate armour was torn loose, thrown into the air and smashing into the windshield of the van.
5:40 PM Brocade ended up splattering the Rat who had been chasing Facsimile, sending him crashing to the ground again.||
5:40 PM ((Sym, your go. No armour left, but this guy is clearly out for kills))
5:43 PM <Sym|Facsimile> Well, if there was a candidate for unknown cape, guy who kills his own 'teammates' would be it. Facsimile was now very injured, and he needed something, anything to rely on. It was a risk if he was wrong, but he was desperate, so Facsimile pushed his power to its limit.
5:43 PM ((Rolling 4 dice))
5:43 PM $roll 4d7 Desperation Read
5:43 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile "Desperation Read" [7] [1] [3] [2]  = 13
5:44 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ...
5:45 PM ((Guts roll as well, please))
5:45 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 1d6 Headache
5:45 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile "Headache" [3]  = 3
5:47 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((You pass))
5:47 PM The influx of information nearly brought on a thinker headache, but Facsimile was braced for it. The information he was getting, though, was bizarre.
5:49 PM Not human, despite what they looked like. They're form didn't match what he was seeing, and he could sense long, powerful legs that could carry this cape fast, moving across distances that could easily outpace him. The form itself would unravel from practically anything, but the person in their was deceptive by nature- they would hate to be exposed for the thing they were inside, especially without it being in their control.
5:50 PM No connections here, and the motivations for being here seemed purely personal- They only cared about insinuating themselves for their own gain, for information and a finger to the pulse of the gangs.
5:51 PM ((+1 to brawn, -1 to knowledge, regular across the board apart from that))
5:51 PM ((No obvious things to disable, but ruining their appearance and exposing them will cause the demoralising strikes to take effect))
5:52 PM Telloff → Teller
5:53 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick What could Facsimile use? They were defined by their lies- could he find a way to peel those layers away, expose them for who they really were. There was a criminal history there, and resentment for the system that caught him.||
5:53 PM ((You can still talk as a free action, Facsimile, but that's it))
5:54 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((Will the precog sense just help me dodge later then?))
5:55 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((You'll be able to use it in your next turn too))
5:57 PM <Sym|Facsimile> Facsimile saw the weaknesses, and wanted to exploit them as he often did, but in this state he couldn't take his usual route of unbalancing someone. He certainly didn't want to risk angering a dangerous cape who clearly wasn't afraid to kill.
6:03 PM What he was about to do probably wouldn't fly with the Circle, so Facsimile muted his coms. The rest of the squad would probably be too preoccupied to pay attention to him, but he could deal if they weren't. "Looks like you don't belong to the Rats huh?. Well then, I have a proposition for you, if you're inclined to listen." he said to the cape.
6:04 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ...
6:05 PM ((I'm not sure if he even stopped driving. Mall?))
6:05 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((Oh))
6:05 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann ((Yes))
6:05 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Did you stop the van?))
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6:05 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann ((For dramatic purposes, he stopped. Engine still on tho))
6:05 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Sure, carry on Sym))
6:08 PM <Sym|Facsimile>  "After today, the Rats will most certainly not be the top gang in this city, so if you're looking to get into the gang world, the Circle is your in."
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6:09 PM <Sym|Facsimile> "They're also the safest option, given the condition the Rats are in. After all, it wouldn't do to return to prison looking like that?"
6:09 PM ||
6:10 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick There was uproar from the rest of the Rats and Circlets, but the van effectively separated the two of them from the fighting.||
6:10 PM ((We can cut straight to you Mall))
6:12 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann Fuck fuck fuck. Running people over sure is not the best experience. The sound of the tin bouncing off bone and flesh. This was worse than anything he ever did in his life.
6:15 PM So why did he feel so strong? So feared? Standing behind the wheel, his mind was a mess. Woken up by the words of the cape, threatening to send him back to prison.
6:17 PM How the fuck did he know? Sure. Go for the cape. What a stupid idea. But here. Now. Getting outted again. Brocade was pissed. Kicking the door of the van open, crowbar in hand. He faced his accuser.
6:20 PM "I could tear you up piece by piece." Blood was boiling now. Thought weren't reaching ends. "And you are threatening me?".
6:20 PM ||
6:23 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Straight on to you, Sym. You can run one scenario first, then try again if it doesn't work. Also roll your power))
6:24 PM <Sym|Facsimile> Ugh, if only. Threats came so easy to him, so why couldn't coercion go so well. It also seemed from the reactions that he hadn't been as secretive as he thought. So Facsimile would try again, softer this time. "No, I'm not threatening you, just trying to argue the facts. The Rats are headed down, even if you kill me and the whole squad. Continued involvement with them will likely end up with you back in prison.
6:24 PM "
6:25 PM "So, I suggested that you join the winning side. Of course now I may have messed up a possible in with the Circle, but we can work with that."
6:25 PM $roll 1d7 Power
6:25 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile "Power" [2]  = 2
6:26 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Are you trying to use morale inflicting strikes, here?))
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6:27 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((Yeah I think so))
6:27 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Sym, roll social. Mall, roll wits))
6:27 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((This would be under deception right?))
6:28 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((What part was a lie, specifically?))
6:28 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((Facsimile doesn't know for sure any of the stuff about the Rats being weaker or the Circle taking him in))
6:29 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Fair, you can use the circlets taking him in as a deceive))
6:30 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 2h6 Bullshitting
6:30 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile "Bullshitting" (2) [5]  = 5
6:30 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann $roll 1d6 morale defense
6:30 PM <[ATM]> ATM Mall|Brocade "morale defense" [5]  = 5
6:32 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((That's a pass, I'll start tracking the morale loss. We'll consider that either a 2/3, and you can reinforce next round for more morale loss))
6:33 PM ((On to Brocade))
6:34 PM ((You don't feel any power effects))
6:39 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann Apparently whatever was up with this cape, he didn't know all that much. "You see, I am always with the winning side. It's just a beating away." He says. Feeling vindictive, and wearing two layers of masks, there was little holding Brocade back. A swing from that crowbar for him to be  on the "winning side". And so he did.
6:39 PM He was never going back.||
6:40 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Roll to hit))
6:40 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann $roll 2h6+1 Freeman is not happy
6:40 PM <[ATM]> ATM Mall|Brocade "Freeman is not happy" (1) [3] +1 = 4
6:41 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((And Facsimile can attempt to dodge, unfortunately not ranged))
6:41 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 1d6+1
6:41 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile [1] +1 = 2
6:41 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Lesser rend please Mall))
6:42 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann $lesser rend
6:42 PM <[ATM]> ATM [Head] [Any 3] Ruined: Wound results in SCAR.
6:42 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((With no wounds left, Sym, you start rolling Guts to stay conscious, fighting))
6:42 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((So I can use the precog to retry though?))
6:43 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((That round has passed now. He talked, you talked back and did a morale inflicting break on his psyche))
6:43 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((Oh gotcha))
6:44 PM $roll 1d6 Stayin alive
6:44 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile "Stayin alive" [4]  = 4
6:45 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick The crowbar swung around, biting into Facsimile's cheek, sending a spray of ceramic outwards. It shook him and the spores that were inside him, but the part of him that kept going in the face of his own collapsing body forced him to hold on.||
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6:47 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((My turn?))
6:47 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((yes))
6:51 PM <Sym|Facsimile> No no no no no this could not happen, he was gonna die, and soo close to finally completing his goal. There was nothing he could do about it either, this asshole wouldn't listen to reason and was going to kill him without even using his power. Even if he managed to survive this, he'd failed the job, and there was no way the Circle would help him.
6:55 PM Well, if he was gonna go out, then fuck this guy. Facsimile would make him hurt, or at least leave an impression on him.
6:58 PM "Well, go ahead and kill me, you're already a killer, might as well be a cape killer. Keep going, one day you'll trade that former inmate card in for Birdcage inmate, because one day you WILL get caught. Anyway, the rats and the Circle know about you now, so best be on your way once you're done with me."
6:58 PM ||
6:59 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Roll your power too, and deception))
6:59 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 1d7 Precog Plz
6:59 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile "Precog Plz" [4]  = 4
7:00 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 2h6+1 Death Threat
7:00 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile "Death Threat" [4] (3) +1 = 5
7:00 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Same again, unfortunately. If you aren't attacking, you get to role your power again))
7:00 PM ((Wits against please Mall))
7:00 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 1d7 Power again
7:00 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile "Power again" [6]  = 6
7:00 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann $roll 1d6 wits
7:00 PM <[ATM]> ATM Mall|Brocade "wits" [2]  = 2
7:02 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Another morale point loss))
7:02 PM ...
7:04 PM The power told him next to nothing useful, just more of what this cape could do, what he had done. Far away, someone was still bound by his power, but that meant next to nothing here.||
7:05 PM ((Mall))
7:06 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann ...
7:09 PM Brocade lost some of his footing. Somehow that cape knew enough to needle him really well. His anger shifted to sadness. A mix of frustration and hopelessness. It was not worth it to kill them. But to use them...
7:14 PM The Rat approached the tinman. Extending his limbs to grapple him as the costume breaks biparting the disguise past the elbows. The beast had to know what else the tinman knew. So he aimed to headbutt him. Not to kill, but to disable.||
7:15 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((You can brawl with that))
7:16 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann $roll 2h6+1 spider angery
7:16 PM <[ATM]> ATM Mall|Brocade "spider angery" (1) [6] +1 = 7
7:16 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((That will be a hit))
7:16 PM $lesser bash head
7:16 PM <[ATM]> ATM [Head] [Part] Dazed: CONFUSED for one round.  Duration extends to three rounds if already been confused in last 24 hours.
7:16 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((Can't be confused))
7:16 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Still counts as a wound))
7:16 PM ((Were you intending to KO, Mall?))
7:17 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann ((Yes))
7:17 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Roll Guts, Sym))
7:17 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann ((no intent to kill))
7:17 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((You can choose to use your bonus roll here if you want))
7:17 PM ((but must choose before the roll))
7:17 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((Yeah I will))
7:17 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((2h6 Guts))
7:18 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 2h6 Stay Conscious
7:18 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile "Stay Conscious" (2) [5]  = 5
7:18 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Success))
7:19 PM The headbutt lands, and Facsimile falls to the floor, the mess of organic matter inside the shell compressing with the motion. He looks up at Brocade, his mind still sharp despite the hit, despite the pain.||
7:19 PM ((Go ahead Sym, here comes the crippling sadness))
7:19 PM ((Roll your power first))
7:19 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 1d7 Read
7:19 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile "Read" [3]  = 3
7:20 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((So nothing))
7:20 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick His power feeds him some useless information about one of the nearby Rats, a bonding exercise they had done a few weeks back. Barbeques in the middle of winter, drinking to balance out against the cold.||
7:20 PM ((Still Sym))
7:26 PM <Sym|Facsimile> He wasn't down yet, and as stated, Facsimile wanted to make this guy suffer. When in doubt do what you know. "Go on reveal yourself, freak, for what you are: nothing but a fake. Knock me out, drag me away and assume my identity. And what a fitting identity for you to assume: a fake." Not usually his style to be self-deprecating, but to compare this guy to someone not even human would have to hurt.
7:26 PM ||
7:27 PM ((So auto 3 points of morale damage?))
7:27 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((This counts as an attack, and it's a big hit to morale. You feel it hit deep))
7:27 PM ((Yes, Mall, every roll gets capped at 3 for you after modifiers))
7:28 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann ((:())
7:28 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Straight on to you))
7:33 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann What was he even doing right now? He really turned into the monster everyone kept saying he was. To think he wanted to be a loving a father. With strenght failing his arms, he strikes the "fake" on the ground. If only it would shut up.||
7:35 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Roll that brawl))
7:35 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann $roll 2h6+1 making friends once again
7:35 PM <[ATM]> ATM Mall|Brocade "making friends once again" (3) [5] +1 = 6
7:36 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann ((so a 3?))
7:36 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((yep, roll to avoid, Sym))
7:36 PM ((only get the one roll))
7:36 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 1d6+1 Dodge
7:36 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile "Dodge" [1] +1 = 2
7:37 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((Cashy Why))
7:37 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Want to default to bashed, Mall?))
7:37 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann ((yes))
7:38 PM ((I can't stand seeing him suffer anymore. Still non-lethal))
7:39 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick He kicked Facsimile back, sending him rolling across the floor, shards of ceramic crumbling on the floor as he moved.
7:39 PM ((Roll a Guts, Sym. You need a 6 to stay awake))
7:39 PM <Sym|Facsimile> $roll 1d6 Cashy's not that merciful
7:39 PM <[ATM]> ATM Sym|Facsimile "Cashy's not that merciful" [4]  = 4
7:40 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick When he rolled to a stop, he laid still on the floor.
7:40 PM ||
7:40 PM ((Back to you Mall))
7:40 PM ((Actually))
7:41 PM ((If you want to RP your last thoughts before slipping into unconsciousness, you can Sym))
7:43 PM ((You want to Sym?))
7:44 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((Yeah))
7:44 PM Well, I guess this is it, almost enough to live for real and stop worrying when I'd run out of time. Besides, probably the world's better for it, all I do is make people suffer.
7:45 PM Got pretty far for a 'fake'. ||
7:48 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann (it's me now?))
7:48 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((On to you, Mall, yup))
7:53 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann Wasn't it sad that the fake sounded more like a person than Raphael did? Brocade could not let them die here. The webs had to be good enough to cover the damage. Dragging them into the van, hopeful to fix all of this. He was going crazy at this very moment. He just drove away. Had to retreat. running away from there and from himself.||
7:54 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick When he stopped, moving back to the body, it was to find something horrible.
7:55 PM His fingers against their neck, the skin hard.
7:55 PM No pulse.
7:55 PM Not even a blip.
7:55 PM ||
7:59 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann Brocade just laughs at the scene. He laughs and he cries. His figment of a life ruined by ruining others. He can't leave whatever that is behind. He still takes the body in and drives away. Praying to crash somewhere down the road.||
8:01 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Shall we wrap?))
8:02 PM <Sym|Facsimile> ((Yeah, seems like a good ending))
8:02 PM ((Well, not good for Facsimile and Brocade, but a good place to stop))
8:02 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ((Pretty signature, for Facsimile to be involved :P))
8:02 PM <Mall|Brocade> Mallmann ((It certainly sounds final))
8:02 PM <Wellwick|GM> Wellwick ||||