<Antioch|GM> https://www.irccloud.com/pastebin/CFiGiKHW/
<Antioch|GM> Paste of last session...
<Antioch|GM> [2016-11-28 06:45:05] <Antioch|GM> Lane slides over the requested drinks, but the cigar-smoking cape from earlier steps up to the counter, inclining his head at the two.
<Antioch|GM> [2016-11-28 06:45:34] <Antioch|GM> "Hey, Gigawatt. Do you want some actual food? The stuff they have here isn't complete garbage." ||
<-> Somecrazyguy is now known as Scg|Gigawatt
<Scg|Gigawatt> Gigawatt gives the man a once over. "What do you recommend?" ||
<Antioch|GM> "Bar fries," Explosivo replies. He gestures at the bartender with a gloved thumb. "This bastard will put whatever the fuck you want on there, to hell with your arteries." ||
<Bel|Dags> "Internal organs are overrated," I crack, internal tension be damned.
<Bel|Dags> I wave for a new scotch, downing the previous in one. This is gonna be tough, I'll need as much booze as I can get to make it happen. ||
<Scg|Gigawatt> She grins at Explosivo, beckoning him to take a seat.
<Scg|Gigawatt> She orders a Guinness and some bar fries smothered in cheese and bacon. ||
<Antioch|GM> The fries come shortly after the drink.
<Antioch|GM> There's no good word to describe just exactly how smothered the fries are, in the mixture of nacho cheese and crumbled bacon, but "wallowing" is a decent approximation.
<Antioch|GM> These fries are not crisp. They are flabby, and well-aware of it, and have resigned their lives to being drowned in a torrent of cheese that never saw solid form in its lifetime.
<Antioch|GM> If there were a god of coronal thrombosis, these half-eaten fries would be burned as a sacral offering at their altar, along with the grease-ridden corpse of their victim, too weak to consume the dish in its entirety. ||
<Scg|Gigawatt> ...
<Scg|Gigawatt> ((This guy is Explosivo, not Galvanic? Just making sure.))
<Scg|Gigawatt> ((fuck it fam))
<Bel|Dags> ((It's Explosivo, yes.))
<Scg|Gigawatt> "Explosivo, right?" She pauses to have a bite of her fries. "Good recommendation on the fries. You have my attention." A||
<Scg|Gigawatt> ((-A))
<Antioch|GM> "Just making nice," he says. "Give you an idea of what goes on here, that sort of thing."
<Antioch|GM> "I'm a transport interceptor by trade, you know. Prisoners inbound for one location or another? I get them out while the getting's good." ||
<Bel|Dags> I clench my fist on the glass. We TALKED about selling his services to a cop...
<Bel|Dags> I look over at Galvanic, motioning quietly for him to shift over closer to the bar. I'd prefer the place stay at least mostly intact. ||
<Antioch|GM> Galvanic steps over quietly. His intrusion is noticeable, but he stays silent. ||
<Scg|Gigawatt> "I'm not gonna begrudge a man his living. There's no point in being adversarial at all times. God knows, there's a chance we might have to work together, someday. Stop the next threat before it kills us all. That being said...We all have our jobs to do." ||
<Antioch|GM> "Nah, nah," he says, leaning back, stubbing his smoke out on the ashtray.
<Antioch|GM> "Guys in my line of work? More common than you think. You want to know why the PRT doesn't come down like a sack fulla hammers on us?" ||
<Bel|Dags> I re-clench my recently un-clenched asshole. ||
<Scg|Gigawatt> She has a bit of her Guinness.
<Scg|Gigawatt> "Enlighten me." ||
<Antioch|GM> "You ever heard the cops and robbers analogy before?" ||
<Scg|Gigawatt> ((know roll?))
<Antioch|GM> ((Sure))
<Scg|Gigawatt> $roll 1d6 knowing is hard when you do too much cocaine, bruh
<[ATM]> Scg|Gigawatt "knowing is hard when you do too much cocaine, bruh" [3]  = 3
<Scg|Gigawatt> ((forgot the -1, that's a 2))
<Antioch|GM> ((You know about the three strikes shit and the Endbringer truce, but that's about it.))
<Scg|Gigawatt> ((please fix my char sheet fam, know should not be cocaine lmfao))
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6-cocaine
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "-cocaine" [3]  = 3
<Antioch|GM> ((nods sagely))
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<Scg|Gigawatt> She shakes her head.
<Scg|Gigawatt> ||
<Antioch|GM> "There are a lot of villains out there that aren't complete psychos, get me?"
<Antioch|GM> "They're the guys you want to keep around. Cut too many of 'em down, and the problem capes, the real psychos, they start turning up."
<Antioch|GM> "The PRT has to deal with crime, they've got to make a show of being the good guys, so they make some arrests – big ones, sometimes, but at the end of the day, the villains that know how to play the game? They gotta stay in the game, by necessity."
<Antioch|GM> "Or you start getting bastards that don't play by the rules. 's where I come in," he says. "The ones worth keeping around, my job to look after 'em." ||
<Scg|Gigawatt> "That makes sense, I suppose. Priorities." ||
<-> FossilLord is now known as FossWork
<Bel|Dags> I sip the scotch. Maybe the fresh PRT cape joined up for some reason other than hatred of crime.  Fresh out of the military, maybe money was tight? Something to remember. ||
<Scg|Gigawatt> ((fuck, did I tell him I was military?))
<Bel|Dags> ((Did I not know that? I can redact if that wasn't in the file.))
<Bel|Dags> ((I'd assume it would be public, but I don't know if it was included in the PR))
<Antioch|GM> ((Public knowledge. Came out with the PRT press release per your discussion with Sorenson, and could be inferred from the costume, anyways.))
<Antioch|GM> "Sorta why everyone here's a little nervous about you, feel me?"
<Antioch|GM> "Nothing personal, understand. It's just business." ||
<Bel|Dags> I suddenly feel very self conscious about my posture. Settling back, I wave the bouncer off and swirl the amber liquid. "Mm."||
<Antioch|GM> Galvanic steps back somewhat, turning his attention more to the room as a whole. ||
<Scg|Gigawatt> She knocks back the rest of her Guinness.
<Scg|Gigawatt> She stands up.
<Bel|Dags> ((Empathy scan on what she's about to do?))
<Antioch|GM> ((Sure. Bel, roll an Empathy check, Scrags, roll a counter and PM me your intentions.))
<Antioch|GM> ((Soc+Know vs Socx2))
<Bel|Dags> $roll 1d6+1 soc
<[ATM]> Bel|Dags "soc" [2] +1 = 3
<Scg|Gigawatt> $roll 2d6 soc
<[ATM]> Scg|Gigawatt "soc" [3] [2]  = 5
<Bel|Dags> $roll 1d6+1 know
<[ATM]> Bel|Dags "know" [3] +1 = 4
<Bel|Dags> ((Sorry, just feelin' twitchy.))
<Bel|Dags> ((-1 if the +1 to emotion rolls doesn't apply, but doesn't matter))
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<Bel|Dags> ((Shoot, that'd be an extra die, not bonus. 6 is final roll.))
<Scg|Gigawatt> ((oh, does subterfuge apply?))
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<Antioch|GM> ((Skill book says flat stats here))
<Scg|Gigawatt> (kk))
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<Antioch|GM> There's a conviction to Gigawatt's motion, and she stands seemingly to lend emphasis on what she's about to say. There's no surface hostility in her action, though Galvanic does step forward again, echoing Dags' wariness. ||
<-> Tuzi is now known as Teruzin
<-> Teruzin is now known as Teruzi
<Bel|Dags> I rest easy, although I can't help my hand straying slightly towards the holstered Peacekeeper on my vest. ||
<Scg|Gigawatt> "If I hadn't taken him down, he would have killed. You're talking about cops and robbers, I'm talking about cold-blooded murderers."
<Scg|Gigawatt> "You weren't there, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about. I didn't have a choice." ||
<Antioch|GM> "Like I said, nothing personal. He coulda had it coming, ain't my business."
<Antioch|GM> "But it sends a message, either way. Enough of one to put everyone here on edge."
<Antioch|GM> He slides his empty glass to the bartender, who refills it and puts a new slice of orange in. ||
<Bel|Dags> ...
<Bel|Dags> Before somebody snaps and the shooting starts, I stand up.
<Bel|Dags> "Alright, good talk, glad we could share viewpoints, great cultural exchange, now, Gigawatt, if you could grab your fries and follow me stage left?" My forearm motions towards the door. I really hope I'm not sweating. ||
<Scg|Gigawatt> "Just a moment, Dags."
<Scg|Gigawatt> She continues looking at Explosivo.
<Scg|Gigawatt> "I didn't mean to kill him, I was just trying to stop him."
<Scg|Gigawatt> She follows Dags out the door, leaving her fries. ||
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<Antioch|GM> ||
<Bel|Dags> I slowly walk towards the door, pulling my coat off the wall and shrugging it on without looking behind me.
<Bel|Dags> Standing by the door, I wait quietly until she's got hers on too. ||
<Scg|Gigawatt> She grabs her shit and comes with.
<Scg|Gigawatt> ||
<Bel|Dags> I hold the door open as I step out. After it's swung closed, I sigh. "Big play, back there." ||
<Scg|Gigawatt> "They have a right to think they're not gonna get killed for putting on the mask." ||
<Bel|Dags> "And I hope they appreciate it." I look around before reaching a hand out to shake. "Glad Mendez sent you. Can you imagine Feral in there? I'd be drunk outta business." ||
<Scg|Gigawatt> She shakes the proffered hand.
<Scg|Gigawatt> "There's always a worse option."
<Scg|Gigawatt> "Imagine if she'd sent Cŵn Annwn." ||
<Bel|Dags> I chuckle and step away towards my car with a wave. "Good meeting ya, Gigawatt. Have a safe ride back."
<Bel|Dags> ||
<Scg|Gigawatt> "Thanks for the drinks."
<Scg|Gigawatt> She gets on her motorcycle, before calling PRT HQ. ||
<Bel|Dags> I slide into the driver's side, phone already to my ear. Business is never done. ||
<Antioch|GM> ((You have a PRT phone and can call specific people, SCG. Anyone in particular?))
<Scg|Gigawatt> ((whoever dispatches trucks and cars and shit. basically she's drank wayyy too much to drive, but needs someone to pick up her bike.))
<Antioch|GM> She manages to secure a ride for both her and her bike, still mentally together enough to make the request.
<Antioch|GM> Retrospectively, it's likely for the best she didn't finish those fries. ||
<Scg|Gigawatt> She calls up Mendez. ||
<Antioch|GM> (( Megafire, your phone is ringing. ))
<-> Megafire is now known as Mega|Mendez
<Mega|Mendez> "Hello Gigawatt," I say, picking up the phone. "How'd it go?"||
<Scg|Gigawatt> Dag's just left to buy some new underwear, but it all went well."
<Scg|Gigawatt> "Did you mean to send me in empty-handed?" ||
<Mega|Mendez> I hum a little. "I did," I say. "Dags has been making himself a nuisance at really unfortunate times, so I thought I would waste his time for a change, while giving you a chance to stretch your legs."
<Mega|Mendez> "If you'd like, I can send you back with something substantial at a later date."||
<Scg|Gigawatt> "Sounds good. I'll give you a full brief, when I get back. Just in case it matters, I had a little chat with a guy named Explosivo, while I was in there." ||
<Mega|Mendez> ((I thought Explosivo had passed through, but was already gone, right? I forget how much I know.))
<Antioch|GM> ((He is still around. He is also one of the folks who busted Cremator out of his Birdcage transport, a few years back.))
<Mega|Mendez> ((Yeah, but is the first part news to me or not? Determines how I respond.))
<Antioch|GM> ((You are aware of Explosivo's presence in the city, yes.))
<Antioch|GM> ((This information was generously provided by the HPIA.)
<Mega|Mendez> ((They are too kind.))
<Mega|Mendez> "Wonderful," I tell her. "I'll be looking forward to reading the brief, then."||
<Scg|Gigawatt> "Nothing else that seems vital. I'll be back soon." ||
<-> Bel|Dags is now known as Bel
<Mega|Mendez> "Very well. Have a safe trip."||
<Scg|Gigawatt> She hangs up. ||
<-> Mega|Mendez is now known as Megafire
<Antioch|GM> ||||