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  2. [2017-12-20 17:16:36] <Antioch|GM> Several questions flicker through Jerome's mind as he lurches awake - where is he, what happened, and more importantly, where can he find some damn water?
  3. [2017-12-20 17:16:36] <Antioch|GM> The room undulates in a decidedly Escherian fashion as he staggers half-upright, mind foundering through the sludge of half-consciousness, throat so dry and cracked the thought of drinking lotion leaps to mind unprompted.
  4. [2017-12-20 17:16:36] <Antioch|GM> The scrap of animal instinct still available as his mind boots itself up takes stock of his immediate surroundings, no part of him yet able to turn observations into conclusions.
  5. [2017-12-20 17:16:36] <Antioch|GM> He's in a small bedroom, small enough that the full-size bed he was so recently sprawled over occupies nearly a third of it. Connected to the room is a hallway, a bathroom adjoining the room, and what's almost certainly a closet.
  6. [2017-12-20 17:16:36] <Antioch|GM> The remainder of the room's meager floorspace is monopolized by a folding table littered with charcoal ash, open cigarillo packets, a disassembled bong, and other assorted paraphernalia. Despite the pervasive and ubiquitous weed odor permeating the room, he smells something else - the stink of dog.
  7. [2017-12-20 17:16:36] <Antioch|GM> Despite the obvious signs of life, it doesn't sound like anyone's nearby. ||
  8. [2017-12-20 17:17:40] <CG|Anansi> ...
  9. [2017-12-20 17:22:42] <CG|Anansi> "...fuck." Jerome rasps out through that dry weird tasting mouth feeling you get when you've been asleep for hours. He makes slow robotic motions, putting his hand across his forehead and sitting up. With a groan he looks around and then gets up to shuffle towards the bathroom.
  10. [2017-12-20 17:22:42] <CG|Anansi> At first he thinks he must have partied way too hard, and he's hung over or something. But... Then he remembers. He frowns, but puts the thoughts aside for the time being. He flicks the water faucet on and drinks greedily from it. It's refreshing. When he's done he wipes his mouth and glances in the mirror before looking around. Where is he?
  11. [2017-12-20 17:22:47] <CG|Anansi> ||
  12. [2017-12-20 17:29:28] <Antioch|GM> He's still unsteady as he rises, bracing both hands on the bathroom countertop after gorging himself on tap water, catching his own expression in the mirror as he does so.
  13. [2017-12-20 17:29:28] <Antioch|GM> His eyes are haggard, bloodshot, but outwardly, he looks much the same as ever, still tall and wide enough that he would have collided with the bathroom doorframe were he not already hunched inwards from the headache and dizziness.
  14. [2017-12-20 17:29:28] <Antioch|GM> It's a dingy bathroom, toilet in need of a thorough scrubbing, shower curtain stained with mold. Razor, shaving cream, cologne...
  15. [2017-12-20 17:29:28] <Antioch|GM> ... this could be anywhere. This could be anyone's shitty apartment. ||
  16. [2017-12-20 17:34:29] <CG|Anansi> There's a moment that goes almost as quick as it arrives, but in the moment Jerome's breath quicken and his eyes dart back and forth. Somebody had gotten him... But... If he was being held they wouldn't have left him free in a bed. His homies had been the one to help drag him out after that dumb bitch had come in and ruined the dopest block party of the year.
  17. [2017-12-20 17:37:44] <CG|Anansi> He catches a sour expression cross his face. He'd been in fights before both as Anansi and as Jerome, but none of them had ever left him feeling this way before. This shitty. She'd been trying to kill him, or at least it would have killed a normal person. All over a party...
  18. [2017-12-20 17:37:44] <CG|Anansi> He hobbles out of the bathroom, and pulls the closet open to grab some clothes so he isn't naked, and then he goes looking for the owner of the apartment's stash. The bong and wraps were there to be used anyway and fuck it if a chemo therapy patient could use some green to take the edge off then so could he.
  19. [2017-12-20 17:37:49] <CG|Anansi> ||
  20. [2017-12-20 17:40:50] → pinkmobile joined (uid208117@brockwell.irccloud.com)
  21. [2017-12-20 17:47:03] <Antioch|GM> He finds clothes, hardly in his size, but clothes nonetheless. Gym shorts that only fit after he tugs out the drawstring, a jacket so tight in the shoulders he can't lift his arms but several inches.
  22. [2017-12-20 17:47:03] <Antioch|GM> The apartment hallway is narrow, two other rooms on the right as he makes his way down. The smell of weed gives way to the smell of... barbecue sauce?
  23. [2017-12-20 17:47:03] <Antioch|GM> Sitting on a couch in the living room, a kid -- it must be a kid, he doesn't look any older than fourteen -- taking big spoonfuls of food out of a bowl is watching television, as fat and round-faced as the dog laying at his feet.
  24. [2017-12-20 17:47:03] <Antioch|GM> The kid jumps up, startled, spilling some food on the carpet, and starts saying something.
  25. [2017-12-20 17:47:03] <Antioch|GM> The realization strikes him with an ice-cold clarity, cold enough to make his gut twist, make him taste copper in his mouth.
  26. [2017-12-20 17:47:03] <Antioch|GM> He can't hear a damn word of what this damn kid is saying. He can't hear what's on the damn television. He can't hear the goddamn dog licking goddamn barbecue sauce off of the goddamn carpet. ||
  27. [2017-12-20 17:48:11] <CG|Anansi> ...
  28. [2017-12-20 17:50:15] <CG|Anansi> Jerome's heart stabs at his chest, and he has to search for the nearest wall to lean on for support.
  29. [2017-12-20 17:50:15] <CG|Anansi> "Man this shit ain't real. It ain't real. My ears..." He sobs, no longer caring about the kid he doesn't recognize, nor the dog, nor how ridiculous he probably looks.
  30. [2017-12-20 17:50:33] <CG|Anansi> He begins to walk off, not sure where to, just panic walking mostly.
  31. [2017-12-20 17:50:34] <CG|Anansi> ||
  32. [2017-12-20 17:57:30] <Antioch|GM> The apartment is on the second story. The sun is still out as he makes his exit, walking barefoot down wooden stairs with a coat of grey, peeling paint. There are porches decorated with lawn furniture, he can see and smell a family grilling ribs, and a couple of elementary-school kids wheeling jerkily around the parking lot as they attempt to ride bikes and shoot each other with water guns at the same time. ||
  33. [2017-12-20 17:57:37] * Opt|GM → OptimusRhyme
  34. [2017-12-20 17:58:07] <CG|Anansi> ...
  35. [2017-12-20 18:00:39] <CG|Anansi> The scene is jarringly normal, just a regular day with kids playing, people eating good. It's all contrasted by the lack of sound. The empty lack of space in his ears where sound normally occupied. It was like watching the Television on mute but even quieter than that.
  36. [2017-12-20 18:00:39] <CG|Anansi> He drops to his butt and burries his head in his hands there. He'd cry but he hadn't let himself cry in years, especially not with people watching. He can't hear. He can't hear...
  37. [2017-12-20 18:04:07] <CG|Anansi> ||
  38. [2017-12-20 18:13:53] <Antioch|GM> Head in his hands, he's down the sensory input of sight as well. The pervading silence, as he focuses, gives way to a ringing in his ears, oscillating at a fixed frequency.
  39. [2017-12-20 18:13:53] <Antioch|GM> Nobody approaches him as he sits in the grass, either preoccupied with their own business or put off by his unconventional choice of attire. ||
  40. [2017-12-20 18:18:24] <CG|Anansi> Jerome sits like that for a while, long enough that he can't really be sure exactly for /how/ long.
  41. [2017-12-20 18:18:24] <CG|Anansi> When he pulls his head out of his hands, he stands up. This isn't going to fix itself, at least not easily. But he was still here. Deaf or not... What he did know was that the next time he saw that bitch, she was gonna get it. He walks with a stubborn resistance to the pain that still pervades his body to go see what street he's on. He'd know where he was instantly seeing that, or at least have an idea. The next order of business would be
  42. [2017-12-20 18:18:24] <CG|Anansi> to get his phone and catch up on things, find out how long it had been and figure out the next move.
  43. [2017-12-20 18:18:32] <CG|Anansi> ||
  44. [2017-12-20 18:23:06] <Antioch|GM> ((Street Smarts, please.))
  45. [2017-12-20 18:24:39] <CG|Anansi> $roll 1d6-1 Know (Street Smarts)
  46. [2017-12-20 18:24:39] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Know (Street Smarts)" [1] -1 = 0
  47. [2017-12-20 18:24:58] <Antioch|GM> ((And Awareness as well, please.))
  48. [2017-12-20 18:25:47] <CG|Anansi> $roll 1d6 Awareness
  49. [2017-12-20 18:25:47] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Awareness" [3] = 3
  50. [2017-12-20 18:25:59] <Antioch|GM> He walks past two apartment buildings to catch a glimpse of the name of the complex. Emerson Apartments. Doesn't ring a bell.
  51. [2017-12-20 18:25:59] <Antioch|GM> Even so, he surveys his vicinity for clues to his location. His eye falls on someone a few buildings over, wearing bright yellow visible even at a distance. ||
  52. [2017-12-20 18:27:42] <CG|Anansi> The yellow is like a beacon of hope in an unfamiliar place, someone who would have his back no matter what.
  53. [2017-12-20 18:27:42] <CG|Anansi> He shambles over to the person, and lays a hand on their shoulder.
  54. [2017-12-20 18:27:42] <CG|Anansi> "Please help, man."
  55. [2017-12-20 18:27:46] <CG|Anansi> ||
  56. [2017-12-20 18:29:54] <Antioch|GM> Shorter than Jerome is by nearly a head and a half, the guy nonetheless doubles his gesture, clapping both of his hands onto Jerome's shoulders. His eyebrows are upraised in a gesture of relief, and his mouth moves at a mile a minute with no words to show for it. ||
  57. [2017-12-20 18:31:58] <CG|Anansi> Jerome frowns, and his large shoulders slump. He points at his ears slowly, and he feels that sensation behind his eyes again that he's so good at holding back after all these years.
  58. [2017-12-20 18:31:58] <CG|Anansi> "I can't hear..."
  59. [2017-12-20 18:32:07] <CG|Anansi> ||
  60. [2017-12-20 18:34:30] <Antioch|GM> His expression shifts to one of alarm and consternation as he considers a way to bridge the communication gap. After a moment, he pulls out a cell phone from his pocket, tapping out a quick message into the Notepad app.
  61. [2017-12-20 18:34:30] <Antioch|GM> 'oh shit'
  62. [2017-12-20 18:34:30] <Antioch|GM> ||
  63. [2017-12-20 18:36:36] <CG|Anansi> Jerome reaches out to grab the phone back before typing his reply.
  64. [2017-12-20 18:36:36] <CG|Anansi> 'yea.'
  65. [2017-12-20 18:36:36] <CG|Anansi> He pauses for a moment. What does he even say? He doesn't even know where he is or anything...
  66. [2017-12-20 18:36:36] <CG|Anansi> 'Wut happened. Where r we?'
  67. [2017-12-20 18:36:40] <CG|Anansi> ||
  68. [2017-12-20 18:40:22] <Antioch|GM> 'we brought u back to my place after shit went down'
  69. [2017-12-20 18:40:22] <Antioch|GM> 'had lil bro keep an eye on u while we moved all of the grow op shit'
  70. [2017-12-20 18:40:22] <Antioch|GM> After making sure Jerome's read the messages, he pulls up the phone's map and homes it on their current location. South side of Franklin. So far on the outer reaches of Indianapolis that it barely even counts. Uncontested turf. A quiet place. ||
  71. [2017-12-20 18:46:11] <CG|Anansi> Jerome just nods, he remembers by now how everything had gone down and taking him back out here had been a good idea. Let the heat die down a little while he recovered. Not enough to hear again though he supposed... Even though he can't hear and he's barefoot just now catching up on things outside the action, a fire or his inner hustler calls from inside of him. Uncontested territory for the taking.
  72. [2017-12-20 18:46:11] <CG|Anansi> 'Good looks, yall real 1s for dat.' he types back before handing back the phone.
  73. [2017-12-20 18:46:11] <CG|Anansi> "Ight be one hunnid with me. I don't need no yes men round me, Drips keep it real. Do I sound like a retard or some shit when I talk now my nigga?" Jerome asks insecurely.
  74. [2017-12-20 18:46:17] <CG|Anansi> ||
  75. [2017-12-20 18:47:31] <Antioch|GM> 'bit too loud tbh,' he replies. ||
  76. [2017-12-20 18:49:34] <CG|Anansi> "Fucking bi-" He starts to curse at Anthem for doing this to him before he consciously attempts to speak more quietly.
  77. [2017-12-20 18:49:34] <CG|Anansi> "This shit is the worst. We still got the op though right? Where the squad at?" He asks. If he knows the Drips they're working right now as the two of them speak.
  78. [2017-12-20 18:49:39] <CG|Anansi> ||
  79. [2017-12-20 18:53:35] <Antioch|GM> The guy nods rather than type out a response, switching back to the map and swiping through nearby streets before he points at a neighborhood. He recognizes the general area. Not too far from his high school... a bit more of a suburban location for a grow op than he'd expect.
  80. [2017-12-20 18:53:35] <Antioch|GM> 'i let em know u were up btw' ||
  81. [2017-12-20 18:58:59] <CG|Anansi> Jerome doesn't question it but just nods back, the less words the better right now. But he still needs words to ask the next question. He holds out a fist to dap the kid up, he had a good head on his shoulders. The exact kind of members he needed.
  82. [2017-12-20 18:58:59] <CG|Anansi> "Thank you my brother for real. What's your name little homie?" He asks, already starting to head off towards where the map had pointed him too, but belatedly realizes he won't be able to hear the answer while walking away. He turns and waits to see the response before giving his respect. He might want to find his old clothes and get any of his stuff that might be there before he leaves also.
  83. [2017-12-20 18:59:03] <CG|Anansi> ||
  84. [2017-12-20 19:02:15] <Antioch|GM> The guy smiles at the recognition, returning knuckles with one hand and tapping at the chest of the jacket Jerome's wearing. The embroidery he's indicating reads 'Cedric Latham'. ||
  85. [2017-12-20 19:06:49] <CG|Anansi> "For sure Cedric. Let's head back and grab my stuff so I can link up with the boys. And I got you matched with some for the op if you got me for a sesh. I kinda feel like ass." He says, doing his very best to try and maintain what he feels is an even level of speaking as he begins to head back to the apartment with Cedric. The deafness it might slow most people down, but for Jerome it was only speeding him up. This shit was disrespectful.
  86. [2017-12-20 19:06:49] <CG|Anansi> They were gonna come up and deafen a nigga for trying to get out of the trap they put him in? For selling a little green that shouldn't even be illegal in the first place? Shit. They had his ass fucked up. He's fired up, and he takes the lead on the way back.
  87. [2017-12-20 19:06:53] <CG|Anansi> ||
  88. [2017-12-20 19:09:10] ⇐ Druza quit (uid209687@charlton.irccloud.com): Quit: Connection closed for inactivity
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  90. [2017-12-20 19:15:03] <Antioch|GM> They navigate their way back to Cedric's apartment - Jerome is ushered past Cedric's little brother and fat dog, noting that the food he saw earlier was apparently a bowl of white rice, chicken, and barbecue sauce.
  91. [2017-12-20 19:15:03] <Antioch|GM> Leading him back down the hall, Cedric sets Jerome down in front of the fold-out table, stepping into the bathroom and returning with a bagful of weed and a grinder. ||
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  93. [2017-12-20 19:16:15] <CG|Anansi> ...
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  95. [2017-12-20 19:24:26] <CG|Anansi> Jerome's stomach rumbles but he waits, he's already taken enough from Cedric, and he always felt bad asking for handout from people and shit. His mama ain't never took anything from anybody so why should he? His auntie told him he needed to learn to be more willing to ask for help from people, that she cared. But fuck what she had to say. He's hungry but he embraces the feeling. The food will be more satisfying when he earns it himself.
  96. [2017-12-20 19:24:26] <CG|Anansi> Jerome allows Cedric to a lot the desired amount to grind up before he takes up the work of grinding the weed up to a fine powder. The weed is thick, and tough to churn through but Jerome is a strong guy and he makes quick work of it. The effort of it is part of the process. He removes the cap and pours it out going for the cigarillos. He'd had a lot of white friends from his nicer neighborhood that he'd kept up with from when he'd been
  97. [2017-12-20 19:24:26] <CG|Anansi> really little and he'd lived in the suburbs. Before his family'd gone broke when his grandpa had died. They all smoked with bongs so he knew those shits ripped, but there was something therapeutic about rolling up a fat blunt, and that's what they always smoked in the hood.
  98. [2017-12-20 19:24:26] <CG|Anansi> He parts the wrap easily, dumping the tobacco in a corner, and he fills the blunt with heaping amounts of grinded up marijuana. Once it's full, he pulls the sides together and licks to seal, wrapping all of it into a blunt shape. The fact that he can't hear makes it easy to devote all his focus to the task and he aims for a perfect one. When it's done, he hands it to Cedric.
  99. [2017-12-20 19:24:26] <CG|Anansi> "You get the first hit dawg, lemme know if you like it." He says.
  100. [2017-12-20 19:24:27] <CG|Anansi> ||
  101. [2017-12-20 19:24:48] <CG|Anansi> allot*
  102. [2017-12-20 19:27:03] <Antioch|GM> Cedric brings the blunt to his lips, holding the end above an open flame. After a moment, he exhales, satisfied, passing it back to Jerome. ||
  103. [2017-12-20 19:29:28] <CG|Anansi> Jerome does the same, taking a fat hit. He holds the hit in for several seconds before passing it back to Cedric and beginning the rotation until the blunt is finished.
  104. [2017-12-20 19:29:29] <CG|Anansi> ||
  105. [2017-12-20 19:36:54] <Antioch|GM> [Tuesday, late night]
  106. [2017-12-20 19:36:55] <Antioch|GM> ...
  107. [2017-12-20 19:41:24] ⇐ Wellwick quit (uid211357@hathersage.irccloud.com): Quit:
  108. [2017-12-20 19:46:15] <Antioch|GM> Jaleel sits cross-legged across from Jerome in a considerably larger living room than Cedric's, eating from a styrofoam tray of Chinese take-out.
  109. [2017-12-20 19:46:15] <Antioch|GM> They've gone over the basics - rather, Jaleel's written a rough outline of the basics in advance. The grow op is still largely intact, and the product and equipment lost amidst the hasty retreat are replaceable losses.
  110. [2017-12-20 19:46:15] <Antioch|GM> Their setup, which is where they're presently situated, is an urgently temporary one. The grow op is set up in the spacious backyard shed of a suburban home, wheedled for by Jaleel from a rich white acquaintance of his with the promise of a /lot/ of product when he and his family return from vacation.
  111. [2017-12-20 19:46:15] <Antioch|GM> Essentially, they have until school starts to find a permanent home... and meanwhile, they're situated in a location where their whips, yellow scarves, and frankly, skin color, will stick out like a sore thumb.
  112. [2017-12-20 19:46:15] <Antioch|GM> 'So can you hear any better?' he writes. ||
  113. [2017-12-20 19:47:32] <Antioch|GM> ((Assume that Jerome has his own food as well.))
  114. [2017-12-20 19:53:45] <CG|Anansi> Jerome sits in his chair like a throne, his buffalo garlic chicken wings with a lemonade arrayed before him. He'd bought for the whole gang. It would normally be a feast, and they /do/ taste delicious, but the fact that he /can't/ hear any better is really killing his vibe.
  115. [2017-12-20 19:53:45] <CG|Anansi> "Nah. They really fucking did this shit to me man..." He says. He shakes his head. "...And now we gotta reup, and start from the bottom." He eats another wing, and licks off each finger before wiping them off on a napkin.
  116. [2017-12-20 19:55:13] <CG|Anansi> "When I was with Cedric I was thinking, that whole shit is uncontested bruh. We could get shit going there. Make a power move. They been saying I'm a Changer on the internet and shit too. I can play that up Anansi ain't only look one way." And speaking of Anansi.. he's been wanting to test something.
  117. [2017-12-20 19:55:15] <CG|Anansi> ||
  118. [2017-12-20 20:02:16] <Antioch|GM> 'Everything down that way is uncontested because there's not enough worth fighting over. Cedric and his boys deal there and that's pretty much enough.'
  119. [2017-12-20 20:02:16] <Antioch|GM> 'Here's something that might help your ears though.'
  120. [2017-12-20 20:02:16] <Antioch|GM> Jaleel hands him his phone, the browser pulled up to the PHO wiki for Indianapolis. The formatting for the mobile browser is atrocious, but he finds what Jaleel is showing him soon enough.
  121. [2017-12-20 20:02:16] <Antioch|GM> The Cad; also known as Caduceus. A healing Tinker working for emcee. ||
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  123. [2017-12-20 20:10:50] <CG|Anansi> ...
  124. [2017-12-20 20:14:21] <CG|Anansi> Jerome just nods, and he doesn't smile but a quiet small, very small relief bleeds into him. He can be helped. He'll be able to listen to that new King Kush album when it drops, and all the new summer hits that were gonna smash. He's kind of disappointed that his plot for territory wasn't going to work, but it isn't enough to dampen his mood at the idea.
  125. [2017-12-20 20:14:21] <CG|Anansi> "How can I talk to this person, and see them as soon as possible?" He asks, not even bothering to tone his volume down in his excitement.
  126. [2017-12-20 20:14:22] <CG|Anansi> ||
  127. [2017-12-20 20:16:46] <Antioch|GM> 'I'll get you the hookup,' Jaleel writes. 'Sometime this week? Keep an eye on your phone.' ||
  128. [2017-12-20 20:23:26] <CG|Anansi> "This week?" He asks, somewhat disappointedly. But he gets it. "Ight bruh, 'ppreciate it." He finishes, offering the dap with his knuckles as he polishes another wing off with the other. He's a big boy, and he's been out for a while. He'd been starving.
  129. [2017-12-20 20:23:26] <CG|Anansi> "What's the move for today though? I know we ain't just sitting on our asses."
  130. [2017-12-20 20:23:27] <CG|Anansi> ||
  131. [2017-12-20 20:25:25] <Antioch|GM> 'The move for today is done,' Jaleel replies, smirking as he writes it. From beneath the coffee table between them, he hoists up a duffel bag and drops it on the table with a hefty /thump/. ||
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  133. [2017-12-20 20:34:27] <CG|Anansi> "What's that?" Jerome asks curious, he's peering into the bag as he asks though, so he can't exactly hear Jaleel's response, but seeing the smirk is all Jerome needs to know that Jaleel probably made some moves.
  134. [2017-12-20 20:34:28] <CG|Anansi> ||
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  136. [2017-12-20 20:41:06] <Antioch|GM> As he unzips the duffel bag, Jerome finds a loose collection of colorfully-labeled soda cans. They shift as he opens the bag to examine them, and he double-takes, rereading the incomprehensible can labeling before he recognizes them for what they are.
  137. [2017-12-20 20:41:06] <Antioch|GM> "Hot Dog Pinata."
  138. [2017-12-20 20:41:06] <Antioch|GM> "Bread Smell."
  139. [2017-12-20 20:41:06] <Antioch|GM> "Extravagarbanzobean."
  140. [2017-12-20 20:41:06] <Antioch|GM> "Rigged Election 2012."
  141. [2017-12-20 20:41:06] <Antioch|GM> "Glossy Cows 5x8."
  142. [2017-12-20 20:41:06] <Antioch|GM> "Weenage Tasteland."
  143. [2017-12-20 20:41:06] <Antioch|GM> Quaff canisters. Twelve of them. ||
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  146. [2017-12-20 20:51:54] <CG|Anansi> Jerome's face lights up, he looks up and gives Jaleel a large grin, and looks back down at them again. They're beautiful...
  147. [2017-12-20 20:51:54] <CG|Anansi> "Niggaa we got that Hot Dog Pinata, my nigga. We got that Bread Smell, BOY! WHOO!" He calls out, all hype. He daps Jaleel up again. "You Dennis, and Cedric get first pick. I'll let y'all three pick the who gets the rest. We ain't waiting. Once all of y'all are set up, we making a move. But before I decide on who..." He picks one up, and looks over all of them inspecting them in detail.
  148. [2017-12-20 20:51:54] <CG|Anansi> "How'd we get these mothafuckas?"
  149. [2017-12-20 20:51:55] <CG|Anansi> ||
  150. [2017-12-22 18:49:10] <Antioch|GM> 'Some punk ass kids west of our turf stealing Quaff shit. Said they didn't want to start shit. Supposed to be a peace offering or something.'
  151. [2017-12-22 18:49:11] <Antioch|GM> ||
  152. [2017-12-22 18:52:15] <CG|Anansi> "The ones we called the fuck out?" Jerome asks probably too loudly, leaning back in his chair with a quaff can in his hands.
  153. [2017-12-22 18:52:16] <CG|Anansi> "Looks like they ain't stupid." He adds. If it was the ones who had hit his people up like he thought then that meant they wouldn't be among their potential targets for the quaff powered Drip raid in the making.
  154. [2017-12-22 18:52:23] <CG|Anansi> ||
  155. [2017-12-22 18:56:06] <Antioch|GM> 'Yeah, those. With the hands bitch. Malmanos or whatever.' ||
  156. [2017-12-22 18:59:30] <CG|Anansi> "Looked like she wasn't bout a scrap with the Drips. Means we can focus our energy somewhere else too." Jerome says with a chuckle. He slots the can in his hands back and then pushes the bag of cans back over.
  157. [2017-12-22 18:59:30] <CG|Anansi> "Which one you got your eye on dawg?"
  158. [2017-12-22 18:59:33] <CG|Anansi> ||
  159. [2017-12-22 19:02:40] <CG|Anansi> Looks*
  160. [2017-12-22 19:06:47] <Antioch|GM> 'Crystal Kings / Babylon Block,' Jaleel writes. After pondering for a moment, he taps 'Babylon Block' with the back of his pencil. ||
  161. [2017-12-22 19:13:38] <CG|Anansi> Jerome thinks on it for a moment and then nods his head, he wasn't scared enough of most of the capes in town off reputation to outright no an attack anyway.
  162. [2017-12-22 19:13:38] <CG|Anansi> "Ight I'm bout it. That shit should be easy. They established too, so the city gon be shook when they see some new niggas finessed them." Despite the fact he still can't hear, the new plans and the prospective healing later on have a smile on his face.
  163. [2017-12-22 19:13:38] <CG|Anansi> "But I meant which can you got your eyes on. The names don't mean shit right? But having powers, bruh it's a trip."
  164. [2017-12-22 19:13:42] <CG|Anansi> ||
  165. [2017-12-22 19:15:04] <Antioch|GM> 'Names don't mean shit,' he affirms. 'Just hope I don't get one that tastes like ass.' ||
  166. [2017-12-22 19:15:47] <CG|Anansi> Jerome laughs. "I bet they all taste like ass man. And not in a good way."
  167. [2017-12-22 19:16:22] <CG|Anansi> He polishes off the last chicken wing and goes to drop the box with the bonex in the trash.
  168. [2017-12-22 19:17:23] <CG|Anansi> "Tell everyone to pick their cans and be ready. We making the move soon. I gotta go test something so let's meet up on the hour to get the plan working." He instructs. He's getting used to running a group of people.
  169. [2017-12-22 19:17:24] * Side|GM → Sidezero
  170. [2017-12-22 19:17:25] <CG|Anansi> ||
  171. [2017-12-22 19:17:49] * Fautus|Chase → FaustAndAbout
  172. [2017-12-22 19:18:51] <Antioch|GM> Jaleel gives a short nod of understanding, firing off a group message on his phone. ||
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  174. [2017-12-22 19:21:29] <CG|Anansi> Jerome leaves his lieutenant to gather the troups while he strides down the hallways towards the exit towards the back. He needed some space.
  175. [2017-12-22 19:21:29] <CG|Anansi> He tries not to let the deafness look like its fasing him. He's gotta look confident, and honestly he's feeling that way. He just prays this test goes well.
  176. [2017-12-22 19:21:29] <CG|Anansi> He's looking for an open space outside. He's gonna summon Anansi.
  177. [2017-12-22 19:21:35] <CG|Anansi> ||
  178. [2017-12-22 19:23:55] <Antioch|GM> The backyard of their temporary setup is spacious by the standards of a neighborhood. Fenced on all sides with an empty lot behind, the backyard plays host to a toolshed containing the downsized grow op, a small deck, hot tub, and upscale grill. ||
  179. [2017-12-22 19:25:11] * Thaliaway → Thalia
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  181. [2017-12-22 19:30:17] <CG|Anansi> Jerome goes to make sure anything that can be tossed around is tied down, or pushed to the side. Once that's all ready he gets into position.
  182. [2017-12-22 19:30:17] <CG|Anansi> He'd felt some trepidation in all honesty towards this. It had been one of the first things he'd thought of.
  183. [2017-12-22 19:30:17] <CG|Anansi> Was Anansi deaf also? Or would he be able to hear temporarily through him?
  184. [2017-12-22 19:30:17] <CG|Anansi> Well there was only one way to find out. He sets the well down in a spot in the backyard where it won't tear anything up.
  185. [2017-12-22 19:30:17] <CG|Anansi> He wants to test his different appearance theory also, so he makes the minion's arms yellow. He thinks Anansi wings, and turns the middle pair of his six arms into long grasping tendrils. He gave the eyes a glow, and then he shaped the ears like a monkey's instead of a human's. Try to make them as effective as possible.
  186. [2017-12-22 19:30:21] <CG|Anansi> ||
  187. [2017-12-22 19:48:21] * soulpelt|nap → soulpelt|
  188. [2017-12-22 20:03:39] <Antioch|GM> Anansi manifests a distance away, gravity well slightly gouging the earth beneath him.
  189. [2017-12-22 20:05:44] <Antioch|GM> His arms flex, not too different from the last time he'd seen the projection. The tribal tattoos decorating his body are tinged a sharper yellow, but the remainder of the changes he'd envisioned don't seem to manifest.
  190. [2017-12-22 20:09:59] <Antioch|GM> All this is secondary – the sound of a neighborhood at night, summer insects chirping, cars going under thirty on smooth asphalt, all quiet, but in the aftermath of his deafness, louder than he can remember. ||
  191. [2017-12-22 20:11:24] <CG|Anansi> ...
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  193. [2017-12-22 20:14:22] <CG|Anansi> Being disappointed that the changes hadn't worked is secondary, no not even a factor. How could anything be disappointing when he could hear! Even without healing he wasn't completely out of the game yet.
  194. [2017-12-22 20:14:22] <CG|Anansi> "Hell yeah!" Both him and Anansi say, pumping their fists. He should be feeling down after the PRT had tried to drag them down, make them feel like nothing. That wasn't gonna be the move. Him and Anansi turn towards the house, thoughts of how they're going to kick the Babylon Block's ass and show the city the Drips were still in this bitch.
  195. [2017-12-22 20:14:26] <CG|Anansi> ||
  196. [2017-12-22 20:23:20] * tubes → tubes|GM
  197. [2017-12-22 20:24:07] <Antioch|GM> Before, he'd had stereoscopic awareness of both his bodies, a sense of hearing that corresponded to two separate locations.
  198. [2017-12-22 20:24:50] <Antioch|GM> Now, all he hears is what Anansi hears, and it puts him further out of Jerome's head.
  199. [2017-12-22 20:25:20] <Antioch|GM> Out of Jerome's head and into Anansi's, the unbeatable, all-powerful, never-down-for-good leader of the Dyson Street Drips.
  200. [2017-12-22 20:25:36] <Antioch|GM> [Tuesday late night]
  201. [2017-12-22 20:25:37] <Antioch|GM> ...
  202. [2017-12-22 20:27:03] <Antioch|GM> Anansi's men are gathered before him. His squad numbers a meager eight, some of his underlings laying low or recuperating - or possibly arrested - after the PRT's party crashing.
  203. [2017-12-22 20:29:24] <Antioch|GM> Nonetheless, they have resources at hand - a slick if windowless vehicle, the unreturned rental car they'd leased for a show of status, assorted hand weapons, and the Quaff canisters. A smattering of firearms, though less – the assembled crew look unenthusiastic about pulling anything that might bring the same level of heat down upon them again. ||
  204. [2017-12-22 20:40:23] <CG|Anansi> ...
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  206. [2017-12-22 20:52:27] <CG|Anansi> Jerome stands behind his hulking projection now, letting Anansi take the fore at the front of the group. He sizes them all up through his second body.
  207. [2017-12-22 20:52:27] <CG|Anansi> "It's been a few days. I've been out. I might be the cape here, but y'all are Drips too. And soon y'all are gonna be kinda capes too." He gestures with a few arms at the cans.
  208. [2017-12-22 20:52:27] <CG|Anansi> "Let me hear your thoughts." he queries them
  209. [2017-12-22 20:52:50] <CG|Anansi> ||
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  211. [2017-12-22 20:59:24] <Antioch|GM> "Shiiiit," Dennis says, nothing but hype, "what kind of powers y'all think you gon' get?"
  212. [2017-12-22 21:01:47] <Antioch|GM> His attitude is infectious, washing away the undercurrent of unease running through the room.
  213. [2017-12-22 21:02:06] <Antioch|GM> ||
  214. [2017-12-22 21:12:16] <CG|Anansi> ...
  215. [2017-12-22 21:17:21] <CG|Anansi> Both Jerome's and Anansi's faces break into smiles watching his friends get hype over the powers. He'd be in their same shoes if he didn't already have powers.
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  217. [2017-12-22 21:21:53] <CG|Anansi> He waits for them to settle down before speaking up again.
  218. [2017-12-22 21:21:53] <CG|Anansi> "We hittin the block soon boys. This shit's not gonna go like the party. We showed out then, but tonight we're gonna ball out on these haters and show them what's up with the Drips. Y'all ready?"
  219. [2017-12-22 21:21:58] <CG|Anansi> ||
  220. [2017-12-22 21:25:40] <Antioch|GM> Jaleel picks up a can from the duffel bag, frowning slightly as he inspects it.
  221. [2017-12-22 21:26:04] <Antioch|GM> "We should test this shit," he says. "Make sure that those kids weren't fucking with us." ||
  222. [2017-12-22 21:31:20] <CG|Anansi> ...
  223. [2017-12-22 21:34:34] <CG|Anansi> Anansi shrugs his shoulders before nodding in agreement.
  224. [2017-12-22 21:34:34] <CG|Anansi> "True. Somebody's gotta take the honors though. Who's up?"
  225. [2017-12-22 21:34:38] <CG|Anansi> ||
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  227. [2017-12-22 21:53:35] <Antioch|GM> "I'll do it," Dennis says, with minimal hesitation. "Y'all cool if I do this one?"
  228. [2017-12-22 21:53:53] <Antioch|GM> He picks up the can labelled 'Bread Smell', indicating it.
  229. [2017-12-22 21:53:56] <Antioch|GM> ||
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  232. [2017-12-22 21:57:47] <CG|Anansi> "Dennis the real MVP." Anansi says, nodding in respect at him. He idly wonders what kind of power a can named Bread Smell would give.
  233. [2017-12-22 21:57:47] <CG|Anansi> "I'm cool with it."
  234. [2017-12-22 21:57:51] <CG|Anansi> ||
  235. [2017-12-22 21:59:16] <Antioch|GM> There's the telltale hiss of carbonation as Dennis cracks the can open, sniffing it.
  236. [2017-12-22 22:00:31] <Antioch|GM> "Don't smell like no bread," he remarks, sniffing the beverage.
  237. [2017-12-22 22:01:01] <Antioch|GM> Knocking the can back, he grimaces after the first swig. "The fuck is this shit made out of?" he asks, coughing.
  238. [2017-12-22 22:02:42] <Antioch|GM> As he finishes the can, uncertain of how much he'd need to get the effects, a gelatinous amber sludge begins to congeal around his arm.
  239. [2017-12-22 22:03:31] <Antioch|GM> "Shit, alright, I think it works," he says, flexing his hand inside the coating of slime as the rest of the assembled Drips observe with intense curiosity. ||
  240. [2017-12-22 22:10:24] <CG|Anansi> Anansi watches with an equal level of curiosity, and he can't help but let a "That nigga's literally dripping."
  241. [2017-12-22 22:11:08] <CG|Anansi> He gestures at Denis. "What's that shit do?" It's weird seeing his friends with abilities also.
  242. [2017-12-22 22:11:09] <CG|Anansi> ||
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  245. [2017-12-22 22:22:23] <Antioch|GM> Dennis steps outside, hurling the glob of slime at the ground, where it lands with an unexciting -splat-.
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  247. [2017-12-22 22:23:16] <Antioch|GM> Dennis clenches his fist, and the gob of slime crystallizes into a spiked, asymmetric crystal.
  248. [2017-12-22 22:25:09] <Antioch|GM> "Okay, okay okay okay," he says, "I get it." His goo-covered hand hardens into a jagged gauntlet.
  249. [2017-12-22 22:26:12] <Antioch|GM> "Daaaaamn," he says, showing off his hand and making a flexing pose with it. ||
  250. [2017-12-22 22:29:33] <CG|Anansi> "Dawg that shit is sick." Anansi says, stepping forward to check it out. "Is it just your hands, or can you make armor and shit? Plus you can throw it?" There's a grin on his face. There's no way they're not going to go /in/.
  251. [2017-12-22 22:29:33] <CG|Anansi> "The rest of y'all pick your cans out and get yours going. We wanna have this shit tested out before we make our move." Anansi instructs through Jerome, having him walk around with the bag to the others and letting them take their pick. As he watches Denis enjoy his new power he has a fantasy of Jerome fighting with powers alongside Anansi.
  252. [2017-12-22 22:29:37] <CG|Anansi> |
  253. [2017-12-22 22:29:40] <CG|Anansi> ||
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  255. [2017-12-22 22:31:35] * FossilLord → FL|GM
  256. [2017-12-22 22:49:42] <Antioch|GM> "Looks like just my hand," Dennis says, re-gooping his hand, hurling the slime, and crystallizing it midair, where it shatters on the fence.
  257. [2017-12-22 22:54:00] <Antioch|GM> The rest of the Drips snag drinks with vocal enthusiasm after seeing the display. ||
  258. [2017-12-22 22:58:20] <CG|Anansi> "Come up with code names and shit. As a cape my advice is come up with tricks and shit for your power. On the block they don't feel no pain or some shit so we gotta come correct ya dig?" Anansi says. He begins to move over to the vehicles.
  259. [2017-12-22 22:58:20] <CG|Anansi> "Once y'all are good to go, get ready and we'll roll out. We bout to get this money." He says with enthusiasm as he watches to see the resulting powers of the cans in his friends. The Babylon Block wasn't going to know what hit them.
  260. [2017-12-22 22:59:14] <CG|Anansi> "Oh yeah. Masks on." He adds, through Jerome's mouth, pulling his bright yellow bandana up.
  261. [2017-12-22 22:59:16] <CG|Anansi> ||
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  264. [2017-12-22 23:23:41] <Antioch|GM> "Masks on," Jaleel echoes, tossing pieces of yellow fabric to the assembled Drips.
  265. [2017-12-22 23:23:44] <Antioch|GM> |||
  266. [2017-12-27 14:14:49] <Antioch|GM> It's a quarter 'til midnight, and a small but respectable cadre of Quaffed-up Drips are skulking about the periphery of the Babylon Block's turf.
  267. [2017-12-27 14:15:44] <Antioch|GM> Anansi holds a passing familiarity with the territory, having acquired the majority of the grow op from a Block-backed rival gang after a scrap with the mercenary Tinker Airmaxx.
  268. [2017-12-27 14:16:55] <Antioch|GM> As it stands, the scoreboard between the two gangs is one-zero in the Drips' favor, even if the first altercation was a beatdown soundly delivered to one of the Block's proxies.
  269. [2017-12-27 14:18:41] <Antioch|GM> The duration of the Quaff augmentations are a point of uncertainty. Jaleel's examination of the corresponding PHO thread with posters chatting about their own experiences proves highly variable (and without verification, there's the concern that some are talking out of their ass).
  270. [2017-12-27 14:19:34] <Antioch|GM> Point standing, there's only a limited window of time for Anansi to utilize Dennis's crystalline slime power, and the host of others temporarily acquired.
  271. [2017-12-27 14:21:55] <Antioch|GM> Cedric's can (Rigged Election 2012, for those keeping track at home) left him with some form of trimodal vision, clearly indicating humans in all three modes, with varying colors along a gradient spectrum that seem to indicate some unknown quality of the observed humans.
  272. [2017-12-27 14:22:39] <Antioch|GM> He's struggled to figure out what each mode and corresponding set of colors actually means, but even at its basest form it's a method of clearly observing humans, ignoring intervening obstacles, within visual range.
  273. [2017-12-27 14:25:38] <Antioch|GM> Jaleel's choice of Hot Dog Pinata (the absence of the eñe in the can's typography is conspicuous) seems to have afforded him a weak, single-target "pulling" telekinesis. He's spent a handful of minutes in practice attempting to use it to disarm others.
  274. [2017-12-27 14:26:24] <Antioch|GM> As Anansi observes his crew, something springs unbidden to mind. They didn't do anything to deserve these powers, temporary or not. They didn't have to go through what he did. ||
  275. [2017-12-27 14:27:25] <CG|Anansi> ...
  276. [2017-12-27 14:36:07] <CG|Anansi> Jerome stands behind Anansi as has become the standard, and has even worsened with the lack of hearing. The projection is the main player here without a doubt and most of his consciousness is there whether he's conscious of it or not. Anansi takes in the assembled taking stock of their abilities. He hadn't always been the smartest or most well educated, but there was a level of instinct he did possess that he operated on almost naturally.
  277. [2017-12-27 14:36:07] <CG|Anansi> That instinct had a similar theme in mind to the thought he'd had. There was a reason they were all so weak compared to him. They were useful for sure, but none of them could match Anansi, that was the difference between him and then. His struggle had given him his strength, and his strength would be the center of the strategy. Mask up he sends Jerome to peek at their surroundings as Anansi turns to address his skulking comrades.
  278. [2017-12-27 14:36:07] <CG|Anansi> "Ight this is it, y'all. Let me lay the plan out Cedric, you're gonna keep the backline with Jerome keep him updated, that way I can see whatever you're seeing from a safe way away from all the crazy shit. You get a piece of course. If shit goes down grab Jerome's arm and hold on fucking tight, you feel me?" He says pointing one of his many arms at him, he points two others at Dennis and Jaleel.
  279. [2017-12-27 14:36:07] <CG|Anansi> "Dennis, Jaleel it's up to y'all but one of you is riding with me against the main heat, the other is sticking with the main squad and leading them, what y'all thinking?" He's all confident as he both instructs and seeks the words of his friends. It was about to be 2-0 by the time these cans are even finished.
  280. [2017-12-27 14:36:11] <CG|Anansi> ||
  281. [2017-12-27 14:40:02] <Antioch|GM> ((To clarify, is Cedric aware that Anansi is Jerome's projection?))
  282. [2017-12-27 14:41:56] <CG|Anansi> ((Hmm it hasn't been outright said, but I assume Jerome would have an earpiece in or something. The common thing the Drips have been laying about is that if it gets out Anansi is a projection anyone of the Drips could be his master. Anansi is the Drips. So that's kind of what the less informed members believe.
  283. [2017-12-27 14:41:59] <CG|Anansi> ))
  284. [2017-12-27 14:42:34] <Antioch|GM> ((Understood.))
  285. [2017-12-27 14:42:49] <CG|Anansi> ((Is the collective earpiece thing cool actually?))
  286. [2017-12-27 14:43:02] <CG|Anansi> ((Amongst the higher ups at least?))
  287. [2017-12-27 14:43:14] <Antioch|GM> ((Yeah, that's fine. Bluetooth headsets are relatively inexpensive, bearing your assets in mind.))
  288. [2017-12-27 14:43:22] <CG|Anansi> ((Awesome))
  289. [2017-12-27 14:43:29] <CG|Anansi> ((Yellow btw))
  290. [2017-12-27 14:44:38] <Antioch|GM> Cedric nods in agreement, and following a moment of deliberation, Dennis takes his place at Anansi's side.
  291. [2017-12-27 14:46:17] <Antioch|GM> "We don't know where their shit is and we don't got time to find out. We go loud, let them find us," Jaleel says, sounding confident and in control. Unzipping his backpack, he tosses cans of yellow spray paint at the assembled Drips. ||
  292. [2017-12-27 14:46:56] <CG|Anansi> ...
  293. [2017-12-27 14:58:30] <CG|Anansi> Anansi daps Dennis up next to him as he takes his place. That nigga was a beast so he wasn't too worried. They'd have each other's backs.
  294. [2017-12-27 14:58:30] <CG|Anansi> He nods at Jaleel, and turns to face the exit to the alley, gesturing at Jerome.
  295. [2017-12-27 14:58:30] <CG|Anansi> "Ayy Jerome, what you see? Cedric line em up proper and set em to a spot where they can cause the most trouble. Make sure we got the speakers ready, lets introduce them to some dope shit." Anansi instructs starting to get hype. He has Jerome respond about what he sees in a hype and confident tone, saying what he sees and having him dap up Cedric as he approaches.
  296. [2017-12-27 14:58:30] <CG|Anansi> "They ain't ready for it boys!" Anansi shouts raising his arms, trying to get them rowdy with him. He has Jerome grab a spray can, dapping up Jaleel and grabbin a spray can and whatever weapon is left from the pile.
  297. [2017-12-27 14:58:30] <CG|Anansi> "Jaleel you and the squad move in fast and quick, don't use y'all powers at first. Wait until it gets a little heated and then when y'all use em and I see some powers come in Dennis and I are gonna surprise em and fuck em up." He pronounces the fuck him up with a fist into one of his palms, augmented to give it more force.
  298. [2017-12-27 14:58:30] <CG|Anansi> "Cedric, Jerome. Keep behind him. Now let's move! DYSON STREET!" He commands, and grabs Dennis by the arms lifting him to leap to the rooftops.
  299. [2017-12-27 14:58:30] <CG|Anansi> ((7/6/5/3/2/2/5 statline for the mininon))
  300. [2017-12-27 14:58:34] <CG|Anansi> ||
  301. [2017-12-27 15:03:30] <CG|Anansi> fuck em up*
  302. [2017-12-27 15:03:43] <CG|Anansi> see some enemy capes come in*
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  304. [2017-12-27 15:12:12] <Antioch|GM> Jaleel's squad piles into the bass-boosted rental car and the decidedly less impressive whip behind it, a moment spent hooking up a phone to the auxiliary cord and finding an appropriate song to announce their presence.
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  306. [2017-12-27 15:14:06] <Antioch|GM> Anansi equips himself with a spray can - barely the size of an egg roll, when observed in his hand - and grabs, in lieu of anything sufficiently large amidst the pile of hand weapons the Drips have assembled, a nearby stop sign, uprooting it from the ground. ||
  307. [2017-12-27 15:15:24] <CG|Anansi> ((Does the leap to the rooftop and then moving out not go through?))
  308. [2017-12-27 15:15:46] <CG|Anansi> ((Also it was Jerome grabbing the weapon and spray can but I'll keep the stop sign :P))
  309. [2017-12-27 15:15:46] <Antioch|GM> ((Ah, my bad.))
  310. [2017-12-27 15:15:52] <Antioch|GM> ...
  311. [2017-12-27 15:16:39] <Antioch|GM> The vehicles pull out, volume maxed and beats thumping, Jerome incapable of hearing it save for the vibration in the seat cushions.
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  313. [2017-12-27 15:18:34] <Antioch|GM> Anansi and Dennis take to the rooftops. The height serves as a suitable vantage point, but a route between buildings is less feasible - this far away from downtown, the building density isn't as great, the distance between roofs not a suitably convenient pathway. ||
  314. [2017-12-27 15:24:08] <CG|Anansi> Jerome settles his body into the seat, and hands his earpiece to Cedric as he fiddles with his weapon in his hands. Being deaf there's not much else for him to do, and in his diminished state he's slow and weak but his aim ain't half bad, and he knows how to take a hit. The assumption from the lower rungs of the gang was that Jerome was staying in the back with Cedric because he was deaf.
  315. [2017-12-27 15:25:53] <CG|Anansi> Anansi settles into the vantage point using it to keep a look out for opportunities and places to approach from as he watches the car. He tilts his head at Dennis as he watches.
  316. [2017-12-27 15:25:53] <CG|Anansi> "How you feelin bruh? You ready?" He asks.
  317. [2017-12-27 15:25:57] <CG|Anansi> ||
  318. [2017-12-27 15:39:44] <Antioch|GM> "Hell yeah," Dennis replies, crouching and observing the two vehicles' progress as they encroach further into the Block's territory.
  319. [2017-12-27 15:40:12] <Antioch|GM> Once the music from the main group has died down a little, he asks, "So, the fuck is up with this Semiramis bitch?" ||
  320. [2017-12-27 15:41:32] * FossilLord → Foss|AFK
  321. [2017-12-27 15:51:54] <CG|Anansi> Jerome had spent a good amount of time reading up on the common knowledge about the capes in town and Semiramis had been one of them. Unfortunately the info had been vague. Jerome hadn't considered himself much of a cape guy before, but he'd always liked history when he managed to pay attention in school and the capes in town reminded him of famous generals and mythological heroes.
  322. [2017-12-27 15:51:54] <CG|Anansi> "She must got a fat booty or some shit because he people would die for her ass." He jokes, complimenting himself internally on the double entendre. After a chuckle he continues.
  323. [2017-12-27 15:51:54] <CG|Anansi> "Nah but seriously, she seems like a scary bitch. Her people are both like mad scared, and in love with her. And they'd do anything for her. The squad better be ready tangling with them. But speaking of tangling probably ain't gon be seeing her. She got some dude that makes nasty ass vines that choke people. And he just as crazy as those other niggas." Anansi informs Dennis. Jerome takes to looking out the windows taking in the sights and
  324. [2017-12-27 15:51:54] <CG|Anansi> architecture of the Babylon Block. He'd heard stories of it from some of the older dudes on the block but he'd never been there himself. Even though Anansi was going to be doing the main work here he still felt a level of adrenaline starting to fill him as well.
  325. [2017-12-27 15:51:59] <CG|Anansi> ||
  326. [2017-12-27 15:57:21] <Antioch|GM> The Block's turf is comprised in part of residential - mostly apartments, nicer than the projects but not by an especially significant stretch - and industrial zoning. Blue-collar, for the most part.
  327. [2017-12-27 15:58:44] <Antioch|GM> The Drips as a whole venture further towards the industrial district, approaching warehouses, factory-looking buildings.
  328. [2017-12-27 15:58:59] <Antioch|GM> "Vines and shit?" Dennis says, mostly to himself. "Easy." ||
  329. [2017-12-27 16:02:50] * soulpelt| → soulpelt|nap
  330. [2017-12-27 16:06:05] <CG|Anansi> Anansi nods. "Yeah bruh, just cut them motherfuckers... Unless cutting them is bad. Let's get closer though." He says putting that thought aside. He'd leave that up to instinct if he had to deal with it. He holds one of his arms out to Jerome for him to grab on so they can use his speed to move to a closer vantage point.
  331. [2017-12-27 16:06:05] <CG|Anansi> Jerome starts to really feel the pump of his heart. Without his hearing he's evermore conscious of the processes going on inside him that he can /feel/. It makes him more conscious of Jerome's body in that moment, he glances at Cedric. He'd be relying entirely on him to have his back. Upgraded vision or not it was time for him to really prove if he was a Drip or not.
  332. [2017-12-27 16:06:09] <CG|Anansi> ||
  333. [2017-12-27 16:08:28] <Antioch|GM> ((Holding an arm out for Dennis, rather?))
  334. [2017-12-27 16:09:12] <CG|Anansi> He holds one of his arms out to Dennis*
  335. [2017-12-27 16:09:16] <CG|Anansi> ((My bad))
  336. [2017-12-27 16:17:17] <Antioch|GM> Cedric is intently focused, eyes on nearby buildings, apparently scanning for nearby members of the Block.
  337. [2017-12-27 16:17:32] <Antioch|GM> He taps Jaleel on the shoulder, gesturing. "There."
  338. [2017-12-27 16:17:52] <Antioch|GM> "Eight guys. Orange, red. Dunno what that means."
  339. [2017-12-27 16:18:16] <Antioch|GM> The car swings hard to the right in the direction indicated.
  340. [2017-12-27 16:18:49] <Antioch|GM> Jerome, unfortunately, doesn't catch what's spoken - but he sees the gestures, Anansi sees the vehicle's sudden change in trajectory. ||
  341. [2017-12-27 16:21:23] <CG|Anansi> Anansi trails behind, orienting his movement to follow the sudden swerve and the rapidly moving sound of loud music.
  342. [2017-12-27 16:21:23] <CG|Anansi> Jerome seeing the gestures, and feeling the sudden lurch of the vehicle knows stuff is about to go down.
  343. [2017-12-27 16:21:23] <CG|Anansi> His hand goes to his weapon, his finger near the safety. It was about to happen.
  344. [2017-12-27 16:21:27] <CG|Anansi> ||
  345. [2017-12-27 16:30:03] * Az|Away → Azrael0037
  346. [2017-12-27 16:33:58] <Antioch|GM> In the illumination of the headlights, Jerome sees a group of thugs, led by a college-aged guy, forearms tattooed, blonde hair long enough to be a mullet. The guy fishes out a pair of brass knuckles from a jeans pocket, and the gang behind him does the same. ||
  347. [2017-12-27 16:38:36] * Pink → Pink|GM
  348. [2017-12-27 16:42:21] <CG|Anansi> ...
  349. [2017-12-27 16:46:09] <CG|Anansi> Jerome claps Cedric on the shoulder. "Let's stay in the car and keep the engine running in case we need it. Roll the windows down partway so we can pop shots off and shotcall from here." He says pulling his weapon to an easily drawable position as the Drips move to meet the squad head on.
  350. [2017-12-27 16:46:09] <CG|Anansi> Jerome steps out and points at the college aged kid.
  351. [2017-12-27 16:46:09] <CG|Anansi> "Hey! Y'all might call this shit the Babylon Block, but wherever we go is Dyson Street. It's the Drips mothafucka!" He screams at the guy, and he knows he's loud. He's fucking deaf. He remains behind the car door standing close enough that he can step back in and close the door if necessary.
  352. [2017-12-27 16:46:09] <CG|Anansi> All the while Anansi moves into a good position to ambush at the proper time, setting Dennis down as he arrives.
  353. [2017-12-27 16:46:15] <CG|Anansi> ||
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  355. [2017-12-27 16:50:53] <Antioch|GM> Whatever the guy's response is, Jerome can't it. Anansi and Dennis approach to flank the group.
  356. [2017-12-27 16:53:24] <Antioch|GM> Almost immediately, the Block thugs scatter, rushing down the Drips fearlessly in a wide formation, intent on minimizing the time the Drips have to react. Anansi is still a handful of rooftops away. ||
  357. [2017-12-27 16:56:54] <CG|Anansi> Jerome can't be as useful himself at the moment but he can serve as something of a security camera like window of vision into Anansi's mind. A tactical asset. He sits back down to select a track he knows will go hard as fuck. And even though he can't hear it, he can feel the bass in his body. He knows the Drips are gonna kick ass.
  358. [2017-12-27 16:56:54] <CG|Anansi> Anansi keeps hauling ass. He wants to be ready and in position when the time comes. Jerome accompanies rhe music with probably barely heard cheers at the Drips to bolster them and jeers at the enemies to piss them off and demoralize them.
  359. [2017-12-27 16:57:00] <CG|Anansi> ||
  360. [2017-12-27 16:58:32] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6
  361. [2017-12-27 16:58:32] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [4] = 4
  362. [2017-12-27 16:58:37] <Antioch|GM> $roll 2h4
  363. [2017-12-27 16:58:37] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM (3) [4] = 4
  364. [2017-12-27 16:58:46] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d10
  365. [2017-12-27 16:58:47] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [7] = 7
  366. [2017-12-27 17:00:50] <Antioch|GM> The Drips and Block clash, but as hard as the Drips go, the Block doesn't flinch. One taking a bat to the stomach shrugs off the blow with only a momentary stagger, while Jerome's piece can't be fired into the melee without the risk of hitting one of his own. The Drips are able to hold off the blitz for now, barring the oncoming thugs from getting closer to the car.
  367. [2017-12-27 17:02:36] <Antioch|GM> No amount of physical force is enough to make them stop for long – the only thing that gives one pause is Jaleel, snagging a can of spray paint from the car, leaving one of the Block's men with a faceful of yellow spray paint and temporary blindness.
  368. [2017-12-27 17:02:52] <Antioch|GM> One more burst of speed and Anansi should arrive on the scene. ||
  369. [2017-12-27 17:06:01] <CG|Anansi> Spying the can having an effect on the goon, Jerome lowers the music /just a tad/ and screams. "Tag the bitches!" Trying to get them to repeat Jaleel's maneuver with the spray can to buy themselves precious moments.
  370. [2017-12-27 17:06:01] <CG|Anansi> From where he's at he feels like a battle commander leading his forces, and in Anansi he's also about to be the thick of it. As him and Dennis burst forward he casts a glace at him over his shoulder.
  371. [2017-12-27 17:06:01] <CG|Anansi> "Yo ask Ced if he sees anyone else coming. We almost there."
  372. [2017-12-27 17:06:05] <CG|Anansi> ||
  373. [2017-12-27 17:07:42] <Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6
  374. [2017-12-27 17:07:42] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [4] (2) = 4
  375. [2017-12-27 17:07:55] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d10
  376. [2017-12-27 17:07:55] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [5] = 5
  377. [2017-12-27 17:10:41] <Antioch|GM> The other Drips pick up on the command, but are less adept at the improvised maneuver, some missing outright and tagging their allies. A few panic and activate their Quaff powers. One Drip generates a pulse of force, knocking back friend and foe alike, some staggering back a handful of feet, others knocked on their ass to the pavement. ||
  378. [2017-12-27 17:11:13] <Antioch|GM> In the chaos, Cedric's response goes unheard. ||
  379. [2017-12-27 17:14:51] <CG|Anansi> Jerome curses quietly to himself, but continues to cheer them on.
  380. [2017-12-27 17:14:51] <CG|Anansi> "It's all good, y'all got this! Go full out now!" Jerome commands, they might as well. The powers cat is out of the bag.
  381. [2017-12-27 17:14:51] <CG|Anansi> Anansi gets into position finally arriving, but doesn't immediately burst into action instead waiting for Dennis to transmit the information to him. He was going to make sure the Block's reinforcements never got there if any were coming. He trusted the Drips to take this win.
  382. [2017-12-27 17:14:57] <CG|Anansi> ||
  383. [2017-12-27 17:17:24] <Antioch|GM> "More of them coming," Dennis says. "Seven, but Cedric says one looks different. Cape?"
  384. [2017-12-27 17:17:48] <Antioch|GM> The downed Block members are more easily subdued, though the upright ones put up the fiercest fight Jerome has ever sesn
  385. [2017-12-27 17:17:53] <Antioch|GM> *seen.
  386. [2017-12-27 17:20:22] <Antioch|GM> Attacking with no sense of self-preservation, they come at the Drips full-force, though the ones on the ground are forcibly held there, pinned by the full body weight of one of the Drips sitting on them and holding their faces up, applying a liberal coat of yellow.
  387. [2017-12-27 17:20:50] <Antioch|GM> Two of his men seem out of commission, one clutching his ribs and doubled over, another accidentally blinded by friendly fire.
  388. [2017-12-27 17:22:46] <Antioch|GM> And just like that, Anansi's on the scene, perched on a rooftop above the chaos in the street - he can spot the seven incoming Cedric indicated, a maintenance van barreling down the street towards them with no apparent intention of braking. ||
  389. [2017-12-27 17:27:59] <CG|Anansi> Fuck it, it's time. That maintenance van is about to paste his boys, and he's not about to let that happen. He can stop that from happening though.
  390. [2017-12-27 17:27:59] <CG|Anansi> "Stay behind me, gunk or cut up the wheels. I don't care which. Then go for the goons, I'll back you up if you need it, you do the same. Get ready we moving now!" He shouts at Dennis over his shoulder before vaulting directly into the van's path to catch it with his six arms to hold and then toss it as far as he can. Hopefully into a nearby obstacle after Dennis has had the chance to fuck up the wheels.
  391. [2017-12-27 17:27:59] <CG|Anansi> As Jerome, he moves closer to his fight to help reach out and extract his fallen comrades from a distance, and help get them to the car. He had to have his homies backs too, not just shout at them. He wasn't just their leader, he was one of them.
  392. [2017-12-27 17:27:59] <CG|Anansi> "Keep going in boys! Anansi is here!" He shouts, cheering them on, and his weapon is ready just in case he needs to pop a shot off. He'd try not to aim for the head if it came to it.
  393. [2017-12-27 17:28:00] <CG|Anansi> ||
  394. [2017-12-27 17:34:48] <Antioch|GM> "Get yoself some spike strips, bitch!" Dennis whoops, slinging clumps of sludge hardening into jagged crystalline fragments studding the road. "Dyson Street!"
  395. [2017-12-27 17:34:54] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6-1
  396. [2017-12-27 17:34:54] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [4] -1 = 3
  397. [2017-12-27 17:35:02] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6
  398. [2017-12-27 17:35:02] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [3] = 3
  399. [2017-12-27 17:35:11] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1
  400. [2017-12-27 17:35:11] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [3] +1 = 4
  401. [2017-12-27 17:35:31] <Antioch|GM> ((Brawn for vehicular interception, please.))
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  403. [2017-12-27 17:35:44] <CG|Anansi> $roll 1d6+4 Vehicular Interruption
  404. [2017-12-27 17:35:44] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Vehicular Interruption" [1] +4 = 5
  405. [2017-12-27 17:35:51] <CG|Anansi> ((God damn, lol))
  406. [2017-12-27 17:38:09] <Antioch|GM> Perhaps he's still rattled from his fight against Anthem. He doesn't produce near enough force to pick up the van, let alone slow it down, but the bulk of his body after it collides into him is enough to stop it from slamming into his markedly less durable allies.
  407. [2017-12-27 17:38:12] <Antioch|GM> $moderate bash
  408. [2017-12-27 17:38:12] <[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).
  409. [2017-12-27 17:38:18] <Antioch|GM> $moderate bash
  410. [2017-12-27 17:38:18] <[ATM]> [Arm] [Part] Sent Flying: Thrown to one side and KNOCKED DOWN, STAGGERED on the ensuing turn.
  411. [2017-12-27 17:39:43] <Antioch|GM> The car screeches to a stop after punting Anansi several yards through the air, sending him slamming back into a chain link fence. The left front tire is blown after Dennis's spike trap, mitigating the impact of the car as it struck him.
  412. [2017-12-27 17:40:15] <Antioch|GM> The Block members step out of the van, ready to provide backup to the rest of their gang. ||
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  414. [2017-12-27 17:43:03] <CG|Anansi> Anansi shakes his head, disappointed in himself at the sorry intervention, but it isn't too late to still make a difference. He's slowed them down at least, and he's just getting warmed up. He tries to throw himself back up, and launches himself into the middle of them scattering them, and then leaping to kick the van into the midst of them to interrupt the ones who still haven't gotten all the way up.
  415. [2017-12-27 17:43:03] <CG|Anansi> All the while Jerome continues his forray to help his homies.
  416. [2017-12-27 17:43:03] <CG|Anansi> ||
  417. [2017-12-27 17:44:42] <Antioch|GM> ((Roll Blitz-Ath and Brawl.))
  418. [2017-12-27 17:44:53] <CG|Anansi> $roll 1d6+3 Blitz
  419. [2017-12-27 17:44:53] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Blitz" [1] +3 = 4
  420. [2017-12-27 17:45:03] <CG|Anansi> $roll 2h6+4 Brawl
  421. [2017-12-27 17:45:03] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Brawl" [2] (2) +4 = 6
  422. [2017-12-27 17:45:12] <CG|Anansi> ((Oof, Cashy is out for blood today))
  423. [2017-12-27 17:45:18] <Antioch|GM> ((Dam boi why yo rolls shit))
  424. [2017-12-27 17:45:29] <CG|Anansi> ((Idk my bff jill))
  425. [2017-12-27 17:45:36] <CG|Anansi> ((It's obviously sabotage tho))
  426. [2017-12-27 17:46:38] <CG|Anansi> ((Hold up))
  427. [2017-12-27 17:47:04] <CG|Anansi> ((Let me use my efficient operator reroll on my stop sign to add to the attack roll))
  428. [2017-12-27 17:47:08] <CG|Anansi> ((Is that cool?))
  429. [2017-12-27 17:47:20] <CG|Anansi> ((Or my summonable weapon if that's better))
  430. [2017-12-27 17:47:21] <Antioch|GM> ((You got it boss))
  431. [2017-12-27 17:47:38] <CG|Anansi> $roll 1d6+4 Extra reroll, Efficient Operator
  432. [2017-12-27 17:47:38] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Extra reroll, Efficient Operator" [1] +4 = 5
  433. [2017-12-27 17:47:44] <CG|Anansi> ((-_-))
  434. [2017-12-27 17:47:56] <CG|Anansi> ((It adds onto the previous roll))
  435. [2017-12-27 17:47:57] <Antioch|GM> ((holy shit))
  436. [2017-12-27 17:48:18] <Antioch|GM> ((that's not too bad then))
  437. [2017-12-27 17:48:30] <CG|Anansi> ((Yeah still an 11, but that's my one reroll for the encounter))
  438. [2017-12-27 17:48:36] <Antioch|GM> ((i gotta afk for a while. i'm out of the house rn and my phone is about to die))
  439. [2017-12-27 17:48:41] <CG|Anansi> ((No prob dude))
  440. [2017-12-27 22:32:50] <Antioch|GM> Anansi rushes towards the van, but rather than scatter from his advance like most of the normals he's used to, the Block meets his charge head-on, throwing themselves at him to impede his charge. He scythes down a few with a swipe of his stop sign, but without the momentum of the charge, his force and weight alone isn't enough to topple the vehicle.
  441. [2017-12-27 22:32:50] <Antioch|GM> Vines and tendrils creep over the asphalt, coming from within the car, and the stench of rotting flesh shortly follows. ||
  442. [2017-12-27 22:43:35] <CG|Anansi> ...
  443. [2017-12-27 22:47:23] <CG|Anansi> Anansi feels disappointment at his so far lack of effectiveness, but doesn't slow it down. Every moment is another moment for him to make a difference. He swings at the nearest opponent with his stop sign and hand, and aims to flail and knock back anyone else he can swing at in arms reach with his other unoccupied hands. He'll need to clear the goons out before the real fight starts with this cape.
  444. [2017-12-27 22:47:23] <CG|Anansi> Hopefully he can get them off of him quickly enough to actually topple the van.
  445. [2017-12-27 22:47:23] <CG|Anansi> "Damn that shit stank." Jerome mutters to himself in his actual body as he moves to drag his homies back towards the car.
  446. [2017-12-27 22:47:24] <CG|Anansi> ||
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  448. [2017-12-27 23:01:13] <Antioch|GM> ((Brawl, then Brawn, then a defensive roll of your choice.))
  449. [2017-12-27 23:01:40] <CG|Anansi> $roll 1d6+4x2 Brawns
  450. [2017-12-27 23:01:40] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Brawns" [1] +4 = 5 :: [6] +4 = 10
  451. [2017-12-27 23:02:10] <Antioch|GM> ((Roll one more Brawn, since you have a bonus die for Brawl))
  452. [2017-12-27 23:02:27] <CG|Anansi> $roll 1d6+4 Extra Brawl Die
  453. [2017-12-27 23:02:27] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Extra Brawl Die" [1] +4 = 5
  454. [2017-12-27 23:02:38] <CG|Anansi> ((Lmao))
  455. [2017-12-27 23:03:16] <CG|Anansi> $roll 2h6+2 Withstand
  456. [2017-12-27 23:03:17] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Withstand" [3] (2) +2 = 5
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  458. [2017-12-27 23:07:27] <Antioch|GM> Anansi pummels the nearby thugs, who shake off his attacks like it's nothing - he's uncertain if it's just an off day for him, or if Semiramis's power legitimately makes them insanely tough motherfuckers. The vines creeping out of the van entangle him, attempting to drag him to his feet, but he snaps them with a nonchalant stride.
  459. [2017-12-27 23:07:27] <Antioch|GM> Thugs batter him left and right with their weapons - it has about as much of an effect on him as he had on them.
  460. [2017-12-27 23:07:27] <Antioch|GM> With liberal application of spray paint and Quaff-bought powers, the main force of Drips have gained a significant advantage over the empowered Block thugs. Dennis has crystallized several to the ground, while other downed or blinded gangsters are being restrained. ||
  461. [2017-12-27 23:48:01] <CG|Anansi> ...
  462. [2017-12-27 23:48:57] * FossWiki → FossAsleep
  463. [2017-12-27 23:52:00] <CG|Anansi> Anansi decides it's time to switch tactics, and maybe change his luck for the better in the same move. He lashes out indiscriminately, knocking his enemies into the vines growing around him to restrain them, and then mid attack he cancels Anansi. Jerome settles himself back in the car with his homies, still cheering the rest on as his friends slowly move towards victory, and then he immdiately moves to recreate Anansi, forming the well
  464. [2017-12-27 23:52:00] <CG|Anansi> inside the vehicle to draw everyone towards the source of the vines and to ht the cape /hard/.
  465. [2017-12-27 23:52:00] <CG|Anansi> "Tell Dennis to hold tight." Jerome instructs Cedric, as he has his main body watch the projection disappear and then begin to reform
  466. [2017-12-27 23:52:02] <CG|Anansi> ||
  467. [2017-12-28 00:02:42] <Antioch|GM> Anansi vanishes in a blink, leaving the vines grasping at him suddenly victimless. They change targets, lashing indiscriminately at the Block thugs before the cape controlling them cancels the effect, leaving the extant vines to wither into a fleshy sludge. The Drips turn their attention to the van, charge galvanized by the telltale sign of warping space that heralds Anansi's arrival. ||
  468. [2017-12-28 00:07:15] <CG|Anansi> Jerome watches with wide eyes, and a growing smile on his face as he watches the tides begin to change ever so slightly. They were slowly taking this for their own. Half of their opposition was dispatched, and the rest was soon to follow with his group approaching and with Anansi beginning to reform anew.
  469. [2017-12-28 00:07:15] <CG|Anansi> It's a jarring transition from the loud sounds of combat, struggle, and music replaced by silence as Anansi momentarily disappears from sight.
  470. [2017-12-28 00:07:15] <CG|Anansi> He sets the gravity well to block to exit to the vehicle for the cape, and so it'll launch the cape back into the vehicle's walls. When Anansi forms, he'll pounce straight onto the cape and take him out of commission for the rest of the fight.
  471. [2017-12-28 00:07:18] <CG|Anansi> ||
  472. [2017-12-28 00:17:39] <Antioch|GM> Cedric grabs Jerome by the shoulder, shaking him and turning him around, gesturing at the other way down the road. He can't hear what the guy is saying, but the meaning is clear -- more incoming. He can barely make out two additional vehicles, both smaller than the van, cruising down the street in an attempt to pincer the Drips while they're engaged in combat. ||
  473. [2017-12-28 00:23:33] <CG|Anansi> "Block them with the whip, then jump out! Tell Dennis and Jaleel to get ready to face the reinforcements." Jerome yells in command at Cedric as he leaps free from the vehicle himself. He takes potshots at the incoming vehicles, hoping to take tires out or something before they arrive.
  474. [2017-12-28 00:23:33] <CG|Anansi> The anticipation for Anansi to arrive is almost a physical sensation at this point.
  475. [2017-12-28 00:23:35] <CG|Anansi> ||
  476. [2017-12-28 00:31:54] ⇐ Valence quit (uid230412@192.184.10.9): Quit: Connection closed for inactivity
  477. [2017-12-28 00:44:16] <Antioch|GM> Cedric swerves the car in a tight 180, interposing the vehicle between the oncoming Block cars and the fighting Drips.
  478. [2017-12-28 00:45:20] <Antioch|GM> Anansi is yet to arrive, but the gravity preceding his appearance isn't to be understated. Block thugs are pinned to the car, the metal chassis of the van buckling inwards ever so slightly, but enough for a casual onlooker to observe.
  479. [2017-12-28 00:45:28] <Antioch|GM> ((Ranged skill, please.))
  480. [2017-12-28 00:45:38] <CG|Anansi> $roll 1d6 Aim
  481. [2017-12-28 00:45:38] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Aim" [6] = 6
  482. [2017-12-28 00:47:03] <Antioch|GM> A lucky shot on Jerome's part manages to pop a car tire, sending it skidding off course, enough to prevent its head-on collision with the impromptu barricade.
  483. [2017-12-28 00:47:11] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1
  484. [2017-12-28 00:47:11] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [4] +1 = 5
  485. [2017-12-28 00:47:15] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6
  486. [2017-12-28 00:47:15] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [5] = 5
  487. [2017-12-28 00:49:03] <Antioch|GM> Dennis takes notice, repeating the spike strip tactic he'd used earlier to disrupt the remaining car to good effect. Sharp crystal spikes shred the front tires of the third and final vehicle, the now tireless rims sending up bright sprays of sparks as the metal scrapes the asphalt.
  488. [2017-12-28 00:50:38] <Antioch|GM> Having failed the frontal assault, the cars open up and divest themselves of their occupants. One car yields more thugs, while the other's payload seems more significant. Three clean-cut criminals looking a tier above the street brawlers flank a scantily-clad female cape, draped primarily in wispy, see-through silks.
  489. [2017-12-28 00:50:40] <Antioch|GM> ||
  490. [2017-12-28 00:54:41] * Azrael0037 → Az|Zzzz
  491. [2017-12-28 01:02:30] <CG|Anansi> Shit. And there's Semiramis also... And here's where things were going to get hard. That meant two capes in the fold to deal with at the end of this, and he was only one. But fuckit. They weren't gonna give up now. It might be better if he took at vine guy a little more quickly though.
  492. [2017-12-28 01:02:30] <CG|Anansi> Anansi forms with a loud and raucous
  493. [2017-12-28 01:02:30] <CG|Anansi> "DRIPS BITCH!" and when he does he literally goes to lift the man out of the gravity slap, slamming him into things until he's out of commission. He tries his best to try not to kill the guy but to still make sure it hurts.
  494. [2017-12-28 01:02:30] <CG|Anansi> While that's going out Jerome takes potshots at the new arrivals aiming to give them pause but not to actually dome anyone. He needs to buy time for Anansi and his boys to clean up. As he takes shots he backs himself Cedric and the injured Drips near him a distance away to regroup behind the safety of their still fighting comrades.
  495. [2017-12-28 01:02:33] <CG|Anansi> ||
  496. [2017-12-28 01:13:20] <Antioch|GM> ((Threaten, Brawl.))
  497. [2017-12-28 01:13:42] <CG|Anansi> $roll 1d6 Threaten
  498. [2017-12-28 01:13:42] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Threaten" [2] = 2
  499. [2017-12-28 01:13:54] <CG|Anansi> $roll 2h6+4 Brawl
  500. [2017-12-28 01:13:54] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Brawl" [6] (6) +4 = 10
  501. [2017-12-28 01:23:28] <Antioch|GM> Jerome fires warning shots into the cluster of Block goons. Not a single one of them flinches.
  502. [2017-12-28 01:23:36] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1
  503. [2017-12-28 01:23:36] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [3] +1 = 4
  504. [2017-12-28 01:25:00] ⇐ Saff quit (uid95475@brockwell.irccloud.com): Quit: Connection closed for inactivity
  505. [2017-12-28 01:25:47] <Antioch|GM> Bodily slamming the vine-generating cape upon manifestation, Anansi puts him down for the count, worsening the impact with the intensifying gravity about his fists.
  506. [2017-12-28 01:27:48] <Antioch|GM> "Now now, boys," Semiramis says, almost lazy in her inflection and cadence. It cuts through the chaos regardless, a lull in the fighting as she begins to speak.
  507. [2017-12-28 01:29:48] <Antioch|GM> "I don't even know what you're paying me a visit for." She shifts as she speaks in a manner that's intended to draw attention - perhaps provoke attention is a better turn of phrase. What loose fabric she has on her person shifts, exposing more.
  508. [2017-12-28 01:30:02] <Antioch|GM> "Do I, perhaps," she purrs, "have something you want?" ||
  509. [2017-12-28 01:33:19] <CG|Anansi> ...
  510. [2017-12-28 01:36:19] <CG|Anansi> As Semiramis speaks, and gives everybody pause both Jerome and even Anansi who's still standing above her fallen friend can't help but turn to look and see if that booty was as nice as he'd joked with Denis. Blame it on the Master power maybe.
  511. [2017-12-28 01:36:19] <CG|Anansi> Still they'd come here for a reason, and he'd been taught to never trust a hoe from and early age. Semiramis seemed as hoe-ish as they came.
  512. [2017-12-28 01:36:19] <CG|Anansi> "We hear for assets. We can keep fighting for the payday, or you can hand it over or we can leave. Ya dig?" Anansi retorts loudly, dropping the other cape to the ground carelessly. He glances at Jaleel to prompt him to speak up as well, attacking them had been his idea after all.
  513. [2017-12-28 01:36:22] <CG|Anansi> ||
  514. [2017-12-28 01:37:45] <CG|Anansi> ||
  515. [2017-12-28 01:43:20] <CG|Anansi> here for*
  516. [2017-12-28 01:44:24] <CG|Anansi> Dennis*
  517. [2017-12-28 01:44:28] <Antioch|GM> ((Roll Guts or Willpower to resist the booty))
  518. [2017-12-28 01:44:42] <Antioch|GM> ((Er. Guts or Social))
  519. [2017-12-28 01:45:02] <Antioch|GM> ((Both are Willpower but yield different results))
  520. [2017-12-28 01:45:12] <CG|Anansi> $roll 1d6+2 Willpower Boiiii
  521. [2017-12-28 01:45:12] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Willpower Boiiii" [2] +2 = 4
  522. [2017-12-28 01:45:32] <Antioch|GM> ((And one for Jerome too))
  523. [2017-12-28 01:45:59] <CG|Anansi> $roll 1d6-1 Jerome Loves Booty
  524. [2017-12-28 01:45:59] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Jerome Loves Booty" [5] -1 = 4
  525. [2017-12-28 01:46:29] <Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6+1 SC
  526. [2017-12-28 01:46:29] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "SC" [6] (2) +1 = 7
  527. [2017-12-28 01:46:48] <CG|Anansi> ((Oh lawd))
  528. [2017-12-28 01:48:07] <Antioch|GM> Jerome and Anansi had gone hard into this fight, mind on their money and money on their mind. Semiramis's appearance serves as a... critical distraction, and a corresponding shift in priorities.
  529. [2017-12-28 01:48:35] <Antioch|GM> "Assets," she audibly murmurs, neckline conspicuously dropping in tandem. ||
  530. [2017-12-28 01:51:56] <CG|Anansi> "Oh shit." Jerome says loud enough for Anansi to hear from where he is.
  531. [2017-12-28 01:51:56] <CG|Anansi> "Damn baby you bad." Anansi says despite himself almost right after Jerome. Both of them take steps forward to her, fight forgotten for a moment. Though even as the pistol drops to Jerome's side, and Anansi forgets her unconcious cape friend a part of him screams deep deep down. It yells in his Auntie's voice "Don't be trusting none of these little hoes out there on the street Jerome. I ain't tryna be taking care of no babies or baby
  532. [2017-12-28 01:51:56] <CG|Anansi> mamas." It lectures him, and a part of him screams at him to wake up.
  533. [2017-12-28 01:51:59] <CG|Anansi> ||
  534. [2017-12-28 20:33:56] <Antioch|GM> Tossing the prone Hanging Gardens aside as an afterthought, Anansi and Jerome - and most of the Drips - drift slightly towards Semiramis and her group.
  535. [2017-12-28 20:36:56] <Antioch|GM> Warnings of his aunt still subconsciously echoing -- he hasn't been back home for far too long, he'll get to hear her shouting for real -- give him pause, but then again, is this another fight his auntie is gonna win for him and drag him out the ear by?
  536. [2017-12-28 20:37:21] <Antioch|GM> "I think you'll find," Semiramis replies, still in the same slow, steady tone, "that I can be very, /very/ good." ||
  537. [2017-12-28 20:37:55] * Bel → Bel|Jessica
  538. [2017-12-28 20:41:25] * ColdGold → CG|Anansi
  539. [2017-12-28 20:42:11] <CG|Anansi> ...
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  541. [2017-12-28 21:02:26] <CG|Anansi> "Can you though?" He asks, his interest throughly peaked. Does he even wanna fight back against thist. His biggest role model was King Kush and he was almost sure that he would tell him that it was all part of the game to get a groupie or two.
  542. [2017-12-28 21:02:26] <CG|Anansi> "But who's the groupie here?" Anansi hears in Jerome's voice. The tone of his voice is shockingly introspective. But it's Anansi who continues to step forward. Can he even hear his auntie's voice? Or even his own for that matter?
  543. [2017-12-28 21:02:30] <CG|Anansi> ||
  544. [2017-12-28 21:03:01] <CG|Anansi> ((To clarify he hears Jerome's voice in his head))
  545. [2017-12-28 21:05:55] <Antioch|GM> ((Willpower, Anansi - Guts or Soc))
  546. [2017-12-28 21:09:52] <CG|Anansi> $roll 1d6+2 Willpower Anansi
  547. [2017-12-28 21:09:52] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Willpower Anansi" [6] +2 = 8
  548. [2017-12-28 21:09:58] <CG|Anansi> ((Any from Jerome?))
  549. [2017-12-28 21:14:25] <Antioch|GM> Jerome's introspection takes root, a cold shiv of clarity even as the music pounding from the rental car pronounces the benefits of living a life as you please, surrounded by bitches. A glance at the slavish devotion the Block underlings regard Semiramis with, hanging on to every word and movement, and it's relatively clear that they're the bitches in the analogy here.
  550. [2017-12-28 21:14:25] <Antioch|GM> Semiramis moves a little closer, her three elite minders staying close, barely paces away from Anansi, every step taken deliberately to draw attention to her legs. ||
  551. [2017-12-28 21:19:15] <CG|Anansi> ...
  552. [2017-12-28 21:23:43] <CG|Anansi> Anansi chuckles.
  553. [2017-12-28 21:30:50] ⇐ Wellwick quit (uid211357@hathersage.irccloud.com): Quit: Connection closed for inactivity
  554. [2017-12-28 21:32:40] <Antioch|GM> ((Anansi chuckeld. "You mean the Chaos Emeralds?"))
  555. [2017-12-28 21:33:34] * Turn|Peter → Turncoat
  556. [2017-12-28 21:44:00] <CG|Anansi> This whole thing reminds him of Adriana Peterson, 10th grade. She'd strung him along for everything. Smoked all his weed, used all the money he'd earned from selling dime bags to buy shit. God damn the ass was fat, he'd never forget it. But he'd also never forget the day he found her sucking his homie's dick is his own bathroom. That had wisened up quick. Well quickly if quickly equated to six minutes of ass kicking, four months of crying,
  557. [2017-12-28 21:44:00] <CG|Anansi> and then a resolution that he'd never let any girl ever do that to him again. Matter fact, he'd be playing them. Semiramis was just another Adriana Peterson. It was time to get playing.
  558. [2017-12-28 21:44:00] <CG|Anansi> "That thing you said about being very very good. Well I fuck with that... I'm very very good at a lot of things myself.. i could show you?" He asks raising his tone into sounding like a question. He approaches even closer, getting almost in betweeen all of them.
  559. [2017-12-28 21:44:00] <CG|Anansi> "I'm a pretty big guy though, you sure you can handle all this?" He asks, and then he reaches out slowly with his middle arm as if he's still entranced. It's hard not to be. She's fine as fuck...
  560. [2017-12-28 21:44:00] <CG|Anansi> And he does try to grab her, rougly, with his other arms going for the trio as he attemps to throw the body guards indiscriminately as far as he can, and he squeezes Semiramis to knock the breath and eventually the consciousness out of her.
  561. [2017-12-28 21:44:04] <CG|Anansi> ||
  562. [2017-12-28 21:44:40] <Antioch|GM> ((Strongarm, Guts))
  563. [2017-12-28 21:44:45] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 SD
  564. [2017-12-28 21:44:45] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "SD" [1] +1 = 2
  565. [2017-12-28 21:46:09] <CG|Anansi> $roll 1d6+4 Strongarm
  566. [2017-12-28 21:46:09] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Strongarm" [5] +4 = 9
  567. [2017-12-28 21:46:10] <CG|Anansi> $roll 1d6+2 Guts
  568. [2017-12-28 21:46:10] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Guts" [4] +2 = 6
  569. [2017-12-28 21:49:26] <Antioch|GM> Anansi snatches up Semiramis in one hand, knocking back her minders with his other arms. Gripping her and squeezing hard, the act of aggression seems to set off a trigger reaction in all the collected Block, the ones close enough to him dogpiling the Master projection, digging in with knives, nails, teeth.
  570. [2017-12-28 21:49:38] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+4x5
  571. [2017-12-28 21:49:38] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [4] +4 = 8 :: [5] +4 = 9 :: [1] +4 = 5 :: [2] +4 = 6 :: [6] +4 = 10
  572. [2017-12-28 21:54:05] <Antioch|GM> Attacks that he would have normally ignored and swatted aside seem to inflict pain a hundredfold worse than he's accustomed to, like burning, serrated blades raked across him, every part of his body heightened to a sensitivity he's never experienced, and all of that newfound sensory enhancement focused strictly on making sure he can feel pain well, true, and properly.
  573. [2017-12-28 21:54:05] <Antioch|GM> It's overwhelming, and Jerome feels it too -- through Anansi, as a proxy, and not nearly as bad as the effect would be were he the one affected, but then again, given how bad it is, if it were him for real, he'd've blacked out in seconds.
  574. [2017-12-28 21:54:05] <Antioch|GM> The pain sets off instinctive reactions, making the many-armed giant flinch, but he doesn't relinquish his grip on Semiramis. ||
  575. [2017-12-28 22:09:32] <CG|Anansi> This pain is almost more than he can take, and it's so jarring and confusing considering the shift in tone. A hot and heavy vibe from her power to a searing hot, evil pain. This woman was evil and she was giving them this ability. The one thing he couldn't do was stop squeezing!
  576. [2017-12-28 22:09:32] <CG|Anansi> But he wasn't going to be able to stand this for long. He lashes out with all his arms to push them away augmented with gravity.
  577. [2017-12-28 22:09:32] <CG|Anansi> As Jerome he acts as well. Anansi needs backup. But not just from him. He needs the Drips.
  578. [2017-12-28 22:09:32] <CG|Anansi> "DRIPS. RUN IT, GUN IT!" He calls out as he empties his clip in the air to break them from their trances. They're close. He hopes that the gunshots and the lyrics from one of their favorite songs will help. If that doesn't help he'll single handedly deck all his homies in the face. They're Drips for life. He'll never let her take his boys and make her like these trash goons.
  579. [2017-12-28 22:09:43] <CG|Anansi> ||
  580. [2017-12-28 22:10:50] <Antioch|GM> ((Command roll, take a +1 bonus for the shooting / lyrics. Strongarm, Brawl, and Withstand as well.))
  581. [2017-12-28 22:11:36] <CG|Anansi> $roll 1d6+1 Jerome Command
  582. [2017-12-28 22:11:36] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Jerome Command" [3] +1 = 4
  583. [2017-12-28 22:11:46] <CG|Anansi> $roll 1d6+4 Strongarm
  584. [2017-12-28 22:11:46] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Strongarm" [3] +4 = 7
  585. [2017-12-28 22:11:55] <CG|Anansi> $roll 2h6+4 Brawl
  586. [2017-12-28 22:11:55] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Brawl" (4) [5] +4 = 9
  587. [2017-12-28 22:12:06] <CG|Anansi> $roll 2h6+2 Withstand
  588. [2017-12-28 22:12:06] <[ATM]> CG|Anansi "Withstand" [6] (3) +2 = 8
  589. [2017-12-28 22:12:35] <Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+4x5 BBG
  590. [2017-12-28 22:12:36] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM "BBG" [1] +4 = 5 :: [4] +4 = 8 :: [1] +4 = 5 :: [3] +4 = 7 :: [2] +4 = 6
  591. [2017-12-28 22:14:51] <Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6+4x3
  592. [2017-12-28 22:14:51] <[ATM]> Antioch|GM [4] (3) +4 = 8 :: (1) [4] +4 = 8 :: [6] (3) +4 = 10
  593. [2017-12-28 22:17:17] <Antioch|GM> Anansi manages to output enough force to slam away the men who'd assaulted him earlier, earning him a moment's reprieve, before the three of Semiramis's guard take advantage of the opening to put the screws on him.
  594. [2017-12-28 22:17:17] <Antioch|GM> It's almost literal in its interpretation, as they bear down on him using tools specifically designed to inflict pain rather than physical harm. Compared to the ordeal he'd gone through the night prior, devastated by Anthem's repetitive onslaught of merciless acoustic beatdown, quite frankly, this feels worse.
  595. [2017-12-28 22:17:17] <Antioch|GM> Jerome's orders galvanize some of his gang to action, but what snaps the rest of them out of it is his involuntary screams of pain. This time, Anansi flinches, dropping a battered and wheezing Semiramis to the ground. ||
  596. [2017-12-28 22:37:37] <CG|Anansi> ((Omfg))
  597. [2017-12-28 22:37:49] <CG|Anansi> ((My long ass posy didn't even go through))
  598. [2017-12-28 22:37:51] <CG|Anansi> ...
  599. [2017-12-28 22:37:56] <Antioch|GM> (( ; - ; ))
  600. [2017-12-28 22:50:36] <CG|Anansi> In reaction to the pain Jerome lases out, pistol whipping at the closest enemy as the Drips enter combat.
  601. [2017-12-28 22:50:36] <CG|Anansi> "Help Anansi! It's almost our win. Powers on them. All out!" Jerome screams, loud from pain and deafness.
  602. [2017-12-28 22:50:36] <CG|Anansi> It's almost too much. When he'd gotten his powers he'd never imagined he'd feel something like this. Pain wasn't even supposed to hurt this bad. He lashes out like a cornered animal, reaching with all six arms to grab a one of her personal goons around the leg and spins lashing at the other two and any other comers with this man as a flail. When he's done, he launches the man as hard as he can.
  603. [2017-12-28 22:50:36] <CG|Anansi> Anansi is going to snatch her back up and finish this!
  604. [2017-12-28 22:50:39] <CG|Anansi> ||
  605. [2017-12-28 23:02:02] * Camtist|Mike → Camtist
  606. [2017-12-28 23:02:14] * Opt|GM → OptimusRhyme
  607. [2017-12-28 23:05:33] <Antioch|GM> ((Sorry, Cogo, mind if I pause? Not sure why, but I'm developing a major headache. Feeling super queasy, and need to stop looking at a computer screen.))
  608. [2017-12-28 23:06:50] <CG|Anansi> ((No problem man. I get you. I hope you feel better soon. And I've really been enjoying all these sessions. Thanks so much for running.))
  609. [2017-12-28 23:07:04] <CG|Anansi> ||PAUSE||
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