15:21 <~tubes|GM> You find yourself at "headquarters". Given the nature of your organizations occupation of the city, headquarters for this part of town means a backroom in a shitty underground bar in a shitty part of town.  d

15:21 <~tubes|GM> parahuman status put you in quite the demand all over town. "A team of Bulwark capes has recently come into town. While this means that the Protectorate is likely losing ground and funding, it also ultimatelr

15:21 <~tubes|GM> hold and our revenue before these 'reinforcements' show up and cause problems. It seems this 'Striptease' bitch actually provides protection for the money she takes, so go around and provide some 'business' r

15:21 <~tubes|GM> lieutenants. Any questions? This should be easy shit."
15:21 <~tubes|GM> ||
15:22 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> ...
15:26 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> "We want any little fuckers alive for... questioning?" He asks, adjusting his black and red bandana. "And do we have any idea which of her assholes will be there?" He was bulletproof, so far as he kn|

15:31 <~tubes|GM> "Questioning? Fuck no. What do you think this is, fucking police drama hour? Just shoot them and get it over with. Only one that's been spotted in the area is a "Miss Fire". No idea on her power, but she wea|

15:39 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> Ripcord nods. Never hurt to ask. "Alright. Let's kill some assholes." He would need to get his surplus military costume on, his bandana would suffice. "I do love fire." He gets up from where he was s|

15:45 <~tubes|GM> "Geoff and Jose. They're idiots, but they can handle themselves in a fight. Get going.
15:45 <~tubes|GM> "
15:45 <~tubes|GM> ...
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16:00 <~tubes|GM> A short ride later, you're dropped off down the street from a strip mall. Couple of local businesses. A bakery, a taqueria, a thrift shop and a convienence store. "Er," Geoff, "He said start at the bakery, a|

16:07 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> Ripcord adjusts his gloves, flexing them. "Let's set some assholes on fire." He gets out a molotov, keeping his gun at the ready as well. "One of you needs to keep lookout." He looks around himself, |

16:13 -- Dalenacio is now known as Dal|ZzZ
16:14 <~tubes|GM> At the sign of two toughs and a guy in black body armor getting out of a car, the few people walking around scatter. You fiddle around in a backpack and pull out a molotov cocktail. This isn't the nicest parv

16:14 <~tubes|GM> cocktail isn't going to go through that. ||
16:15 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> ...
16:23 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> Ripcord runs his hands over the metal bars, leaving a multitude of glowing marks only he could see. Standing back he pulls on all those marks. Hopefully the off of nearly 24 or so marks could pull of|

16:45 <~tubes|GM> Taking a few steps back, your brace your feet on a parking block, and pull on the tether. With a shudder and a screech, the bars rip free of their setting, along with a significant chunks of concrete and bri|

16:49 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> "Alright lads lets start a fire." He walks up to window, lighting the fabric on fire, tossing it into bakery. "Let's move to the other ones." He motions his head to other buildings.||
16:52 <~tubes|GM> A woman steps out of the bakery, apparently having come to investigate the awful noise and shudder made by you forcibly removing a part of the building. She walks out just in time to see you lob the cocktails

16:52 <~tubes|GM> everything as a question. Great. ||
16:52 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> ...
17:04 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> Ripcord takes another cocktail, walking to the door of the bakery. "We burn shit down, man. S'what we do." He sighs and chuckles. "Let's move on, then we can start the real fun." He readies another c|

17:04 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> -||
17:05 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> He tosses the cocktail into the bakery's door before heading off.||
17:10 <~tubes|GM> You hear shouting and screams from inside the bakery, as you move on to the next building. A taqueria. By this time the commotion has attracted some attention, and a man steps outside the taqueria with a sho|

17:11 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> ...
17:16 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> Ripcord heads to him, lighting the cocktail. "Try it if you're man enough." He tosses the cocktail at the man, aiming for his feet.||
17:23 <~tubes|GM> The man, apparently expecting you to leave when faced with a shotgun to the face, falters at you suddenly tossing the lit molotov at him. He trips over his own feet and the molotv hits the ground at his feet|

17:23 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> ...
17:26 -- Nonagon|UB is now known as Nonagon
17:29 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> Ripcord picks up the shotgun, turning the safety off. "Should've just stayed in your shop old man." He aims the weapon down at mans chest. "Tell 'em Ripcord sends his regards." He pulls trigger witho

17:33 <~tubes|GM> As you cock your handgun and move to execute the man frantically rolling on the ground, you hear a high-pitched engine noise behind you-||
17:36 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> ...
17:40 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> Ripcord runs to the side, hopefully avoiding whatever was coming towards him.||
17:50 <~tubes|GM> "Hey jerk, PIPE DOWN," A feminine voice yells as a the motor noise sweeps by. Without looking behind, you attempt to sidestep, but unfortunately this just places a different part of your body in the path of e

17:50 <~tubes|GM> force to it. ((Minor Bash, staggered))
17:51 <~tubes|GM> ||
17:53 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> ...
17:56 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> "You die first." Ripcord says as he turns around, keeping his gun ready. "
17:56 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> "Keep an eye out boys and shoot anything that isn't me or you two."||
18:02 <~tubes|GM> You see your attacker as she whips around on her motorbike, another one with some stooges coming around the corner to match your own pair. Smoke is beginning to rise out of the bakery. A young woman in a red.

18:02 <~tubes|GM> Lucky for me, red is in. You mind telling me why you've decided to condemn my nice friend's shops here?" ||
18:03 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> ...
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18:15 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> Ripcord doesn't say anything, instead he lifts the gun at the woman, firing towards her. Maybe he could kill her.||
19:29 <~tubes|GM> She apparently expected you to at least respond to her banter or something, but instead you whip your gun up off your waist and snap off a shot at her. The hip shot isn't too accurate, but the shot grazes hee

19:29 <~tubes|GM> riding on the back pulls out a pistol and opens up. ||
19:31 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> ...
19:39 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> Ripcord just tanks the bullets, shaking his head. "Guys smoke these assholes." He fires at the girl again, unconcerned about the bullets. "Should've stayed home, bitch."||
19:55 <~tubes|GM> The bullets slide to a stop upon encountering your field, but Jose, fanning out to take a shot at the additions to the fight, isn't so lucky. A shot catches him in the chest, and he stops in his tracks, starw

19:55 <~tubes|GM> friends, but his shots go wide as the girls on the bike duck. They screech to a halt, the bike falling over, and make a mad dash for the cover at the side of the building. You attempt to fire another shot wie

19:55 <~tubes|GM> suddenly coming to a halt. Miss Fire, finally having managed to stand, stares you down, pulling a wooden dowel with some nails in it off the side of her bike. "Now, now, didn't your parents ever tell you not|

19:58 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> ...
20:02 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> Ripcord pulls out his own melee weapon, the serrated combat knife he had chosen. "Too stupid to stay in school?" He waits for her to come to him, bringing up a slash when she gets in range.||
20:19 <~tubes|GM> You swing at her head with your knife, but she manages to dodge, subsequently fouling her aim on her counter-attack. She lets out a huff as she dodges and attempts to swing again with her nail-bat, managing g

20:19 <~tubes|GM> fire at the stooges behind the corner, catching one of them in the arm as she leans out to shoot, with an ensuing curse of pain. ||
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20:20 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> ...
20:27 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> Ripcord just lets his power do its work, taking another swing at the bitch when she was exposed. Time to make her bleed like a stuck pig.||
21:00 <~tubes|GM> Geoff fumbles with a magazine to reload, ducking behind a car as return fire from Miss Fire's friends wizzes over his head head. Jose twitches a bit in an ever-increasing pool of his own blood. Miss Fire takp

21:00 <~tubes|GM> forward, to try and compensate for your field, leaving her open to a counter attack from you. With a deft manuever, you reverse your knife and bring it down on to her protruding leg, carving her like a deer e

21:00 <~tubes|GM> pole she's attempting to clobber you with. "GAH! Here's a progress report, you fuck!" she says during her attempt to bring the pole down on your extended arm. ||
21:02 <~tubes|GM> \'
21:09 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> ...
21:21 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> Ripcord tags the bat in leg, where it was making contact was easy enough to tag. He goes for a stab on the leg he had hit before. "Tsk, tsk, breaking street lights. How juvenile.... oh wait."||
21:29 <~tubes|GM> ...
21:40 <~tubes|GM> One of Miss Fire's friends leans out too far to return fire at geoff, and catches a bullet in a bad spot, going down hard. Her other friend attempts to fire back with her good hand, but the shots go wide. Aso

21:40 <~tubes|GM> hamstring Miss Fire, however, is interrupted as the lights on the building flicker, die, pop, and fail in various ways - the knife in your hand suddenly becomes slippery as a greased pig and falls out of you|

21:52 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> Ripcord goes over the body of Jose, grabbing the mans gun. He aims for stupid girl and fires. "Class ain't been dismissed, bitch!"||
22:02 <~tubes|GM> You make an impressive dash for Jose's gun (he's stopped twitching), but in your haste to get it, you miss your target. Miss Fire manages to limp to her bike and guns it, riding off. You hear sirens begin to|

22:06 <+soulpelt|Ripcord> Goddamit. "Alright let's go." He picks up Jose, dragging him to the car. He cranks the car and drives off. "Well we did our job, hurt one of Stripteases capes... shame about Jose." ||
22:07 -- Pink|Lavinia is now known as Pink
22:10 <~tubes|GM> You hoist the body on your shoulder and throw it in the back seat as Miss Fire and gang attempt to retreat, Geoff scrambling to catch up with you; You leave behind a bloody, bullet-marked, burnt out building?

22:10 <~tubes|GM> ||||