PC Gaiden 1- Al Factor

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tirkaroKujo: 	lol
tirkaroKujo: 	right, so...
tirkaroKujo: 	what were you doing last time, I could have forgotten things a bit
Tokens dropped onto map 'Cobblestone2Revengeance' by player Thrice (Player)
Thrice: 	I was looking for Adel, and talked to Halford
tirkaroKujo: 	Hmm, that's all
tirkaroKujo: 	So now, we, hmm, not sure if I should have the usual intro here
Thrice: 	I..met who I assume was Casey
Thrice: 	Some dude with toy soldiers
Thrice: 	And yeah, I think that's all
Thrice: 	I did nothing for roughly 80% of the session (waiting)
tirkaroKujo: 	You indeed did not (waiting)
tirkaroKujo: 	anyway
tirkaroKujo: 	The air is salty and moist, a typical feature of the High Vertby boardwalks, a pretty attractive place from all around. In the center of it all is a huge mall surrounded by a mess of alleyways and suspended bridges, illuminated billboards lighting the night. Beyond that, it seems you can make out the building you were tossed from before, but that's way in the distance from your location. However, there seems to be a mess of noise coming from an alleyway right near you, as if a crowd of people is being pushed out of the way.
tirkaroKujo: 	Baaaah, my writing is so sloppy today, but you should get the idea.
	Alloces: 	Al grins to himself, and checks the street one last time for any sign of Adel, before wandering over to the alley. (Now, what's that? Wonder if it's anything to do with those children from earlier. There were enough, for sure. Or perhaps some other fuss...like a battle.)
Alloces: (( also back ))
tirkaroKujo: 	You head on over to the alley, and upon closer inspection, it seems most of the fuss was coming from a very....very reckless driver it seems. There seems to be a smashed up car beyond the alleyway gates, and rising from the crowd appears to be an atheltic fellow with his eyes on you. He quickly climbs up the gating upon noticing you, and confronts you with a look of valor in his eyes.
	Pollo: 	Or at least, from what you can make out from his sunglasses. "YO!" He calls. You've never met this man before, so friendly tone seems a bit odd.
	Alloces: 	Al's confused as to how to react for a bit, but ultimately decided on exasperatingly shaking his head at the scene. (Now what in god's name transpired here....Why would you even try and drive in an ally?) Upon being addressed by the burly man, though, he answers quickly: "Ah, hello. Was just marveling at the scenery."
	Pollo: 	"Now i know what you're thinking. 'Why would you even try and drive in an alley?' It's a long story really, but it wasn't my fault, I swear." The man seems to nervously fidget with his arms, as if he's a mite scrambled in the head. "AAAAH, right! Wonderful weather we're havin- NO! The entire point of this was to, uh, capture you, right? Or was it to get some information or something? Either way, word on the street is that you got some junk on the big AZ-man..."
	Alloces: 	"YOU were the driver? Hmm...you held up well for someone involved in that sort of accident. Now, you want to CAPTURE me? Well! Whatever reason you may have, I invite you to try, but I must ask if you know who you're dealing with. Wouldn't want anyone getting in over their head, yes? It's, ah, not the right weather for such things."
	Pollo: 	"Oh. OOOOH, so you're not gonna come uh...what's the word? Lightly? Yeah, lightly are you? Well aaaaawwwwww shucks, that means I have to, uh, nuts, gotta break out some fists do I? Well I got no problem with that...do I? I think so..."
	Pollo: 	The man puts up a boxing pose, a really cautious-looking one at that. "Rumors say you're quite the fighter, no? I've heard stories of dudes who've had their ribs broken by a man with a catlike face and demonic complexion. You fit that bill perfectly...do you?"
	Alloces: 	"Not particularly articulate, are we? Perhaps that crash affected you more than I first though! Now, hm, demonic, I understand, but catlike...? No matter, broken ribs? Definitely possible! Whosoever fights me takes their risks. I'm, of course, not responsible for any injuries they, or you, may sustain in the course of battle, as outlined in...oh, just take my word for this one." Al flips through his clipboard while talking, occasionally glancing up at the man, and gets into a "fighting pose," which for him simply means adjusting his leg posture.
	Pollo: 	Initiative (1d8): 5 + 0 = 5 Control (1d6): 5 + 0 = 5
	Pollo: 	"I see...what a deadly front indeed..."
	Radio: 	NOW PLAYING
Baby Huey - Hard Times
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zMIzTh0Lafg
	Alloces: 	2 FS used! Initiative (1d10): 4 + 0 = 4 Control (1d6): 6 + 0 = 6
Pollo: (( guuuh saved the wrong token, hold on ))
Alloces: (( mip ))
Alloces: (( Huh, never did decide what we'd do if I don't have a Replicant ))
Alloces: (( Aw well, can decide that after this shit ))
	Pollo: 	"Look fast!" The man delivers a nastly swing followed by two jabs « 1d6+1 = 4 + 1 = 5 »
	Pollo: 	« 1d8+1+1 = 8 + 1 + 1 = 10 » "Phew!"
Alloces: (( Wouldn't you take a penalty to accuracy for the combo? Not that it'd matter ))
Alloces: (( Also christ. ))
	Alloces: 	Alloces loses 10 hit points.
Pollo: (( uuh, it's a 3 hti combo, no? ))
Alloces: (( Yeah, that WAS a 3-hit combo ))
Alloces: (( I think that's where it starts, not 4? ))
Pollo: (( huh, wait... ))
	Alloces: 	Al's battered by the hits, and completely addled himself! He's knocked out of his senses, and can't do a thing...
Pollo: (( OOOOH, so it does start at three ))
Pollo: (( derp ))
Alloces: (( If only I'd gone full Defense ))
Alloces: (( Evasion would have done it (sad) ))
Timer reset! 99 seconds on the clock!
Timer falls from 99 to 97!
	Pollo: 	Initiative (1d8): 8 + 0 = 8 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 5 + 0 = 5
	Alloces: 	You get a bonus to init, too
	Alloces: 	again
	Alloces: 	not that it matters
	Alloces: 	Initiative (1d6): 6 + 0 = 6 Control (1d6): 1 + 0 = 1
Pollo: (( meh ))
	Pollo: 	"Phew..." Pollo keeps up his rapid flurry of fists, and finishes off with a dizzifying corkscrew punch « 1d6 = 3 »
	Pollo: 	« 1d8 = 7 »
	Pollo: 	« 1d10 = 1 » and half of this
	Alloces: 	Alloces loses 7 hit points.
Alloces: (( And an extra 1, then? ))
Pollo: (( yup ))
Alloces: (( Hell do you even GET that ))
	Alloces: 	Alloces loses 1 hit points.
Pollo: (( no idea (gst) ))
Alloces: (( Thankfully I can't be stunned while stunned ))
Alloces: (( I think that would have done it even with the increase, not sure ))
Pollo: (( you're out of stun now ))
Pollo: (( no matter what really, if you're hit while stunned whatsoever ))
Alloces: (( Yeah, I know - I would have been out anyway though ))
Alloces: (( Sadly, since I was -HIT- out of it, I think I take a penalty to init ))
Pollo: (( yeah, one die size penalty ))
	Pollo: 	"*Huff huff*" The man jumps up and down in place, obviously no slouch at this. "It's gonna take a bit more than that, y'see, y'see?"
	Pollo: 	Initiative (1d8): 4 + 0 = 4 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 7 + 0 = 7
Alloces: (( Something we never noticed ))
	Alloces: 	Whether or not the combatant successfully defends, using Full Defense allows him to roll one die larger for either Initiative or Control on the following turn with no FS cost.
Pollo: (( Uh... ))
Pollo: (( didn't we always do that? ))
Alloces: (( Or at least, I've never seen anyone do it ))
Alloces: (( I've seen the hit-first-get-a-bonus thing ))
Alloces: (( but not that ))
	Alloces: 	2 FS used! Initiative (1d10): 9 + 0 = 9 Control (1d6): 1 + 0 = 1
Pollo: (( pretty sure it's common knowledge, though we may have been neglecting it a bit ))
Alloces: (( Hm, I think I'm going to spend a Story Point to use Lucky in this fight ))
Alloces: (( If the character spends a Story Point to manifest his good luck in combat, then some or all of the character's three skill re-rolls for the session can also be used in combat to re-roll any roll. ))
Alloces: (( as I am currently getting my ass kicked by someone who maybe I shouldn't be getting my ass kicked by ))
Alloces: (( I have 4, don't I ))
Pollo: (( well you all have like ))
Pollo: (( technically 7 or so story points to spend ))
Pollo: (( not sure if it counts if you were absent for a few sessions though ))
Alloces: (( I dunno if I'd count the sessions I either did nothing in or wasn't here for ))
Pollo: (( so we'll go with 4 I suppose ))
	Alloces: 	"Ungh...hahaha! At least you're a better fighter than orator! Still, you only got lucky...and now it's my turn!" Al...I'm not actually sure how to fluff Lucky yet, but hey. For now I'll just go with sheer luck, but I'm rerolling that Control if I can
Pollo: (( or, I guess it'd be 5 including this session ))
Alloces: (( I think it comes at the end, but I unno ))
Pollo: (( no, it's at the beginning ))
Pollo: (( but yeah, reroll that I guess ))
	Alloces: 	« 1d6 = 5 » Here's hoping for at least a 3
	Alloces: 	Al readies himself, then...casually walks up with a smile on his face, looking as friendly as he can...before attempting to cave Pollo's side in with a powerful kick, followed by twisting his leg and shoving his boot into the man's kidney. Or, fluffless, a L3 attack followed by a Basic.
	Alloces: 	Alloces uses 1 Fighting Spirit!
	Alloces: 	« 1d6+1+1 = 3 + 1 + 1 = 5 »
Pollo: (( yep that's hittin if you needed any confirmation whatsoever ))
	Alloces: 	« 1d8+1+1+1 = 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 4 » +1 from Improved Damage, +1 from combo, +1 from Combat Bonus to Damage
	Alloces: 	well, at least the damage was even
	Pollo: 	Pollo loses 4 hit points.
	Alloces: 	So, I'll take +2 sizes to Init and +1 size to Control
	Alloces: 	It also has Increased Stun, if uh, that would matter.
	Pollo: 	"*Cough*" The man jumps back before any further damage could be caused. "Brutal...but you're gonna have to work harder against my technique!"
	Pollo: 	Initiative (1d8): 4 + 0 = 4 Control (1d6): 4 + 0 = 4
Timer falls from 97 to 96!
Alloces: (( Uh, you still had a turn ))
Pollo: (( *rubs forehead* Yeah totally forgot I had more than 4 hitstun ))
Pollo: (( er, control ))
Alloces: (( You had 7 total, yeah ))
	Pollo: 	Not one to falter so easily, Pollo retaliates with a hard-hitting corkscrew punch! « 1d6 = 5 »
	Pollo: 	« 1d10 = 10 » "C'mon, c'mon!"
Alloces: (( g'damn ))
	Alloces: 	Alloces loses 10 hit points.
Alloces: (( That stuns me again, pretty sure ))
Pollo: (( why is my shitty luck suddenly reversing with this character of all people ))
Pollo: (( no, I think level 2+that previous stun raises it to 11 ))
Alloces: (( It's power level +4, so uh, it'd be 8 after being stunned once ))
Alloces: (( Unless you increased it to PL+6, but it'd still only be 10 ))
Alloces: (( though it has to be -greater- than that, so if you DID increase it, I wouldn't be stunned ))
Pollo: (( Huh.... ))
Pollo: (( I have no idea where I got 7 being the default from then ))
Pollo: (( so yeah, you stunned again boy ))
Alloces: (( There might be something in Round 2 that you used, I unno ))
Pollo: (( Eh, I looked at the alternative stun rules in round 2 ))
Pollo: (( they were too complex for my tastes ))
Pollo: (( I'll just keep my previous init/control roll then ))
	Alloces: 	Initiative (1d10): 4 + 1 = 5 Control (1d8): 4 + 0 = 4
Alloces: (( Well, at least I acted first ))
Pollo: (( you sure did ))
Alloces: (( not that I can do much of anything, just stops him from getting the bonus ))
	Pollo: 	« 1d6 = 6 » "C'mon, c'mon!" Pollo closes his distance and rises forth with an uppercut so grand, it seems to catch on fire
Pollo: (( should be 1d6+1 at range 0', but like that matters ))
Alloces: (( Probably more than that, unless this is a L4 move ))
Pollo: (( it is ))
	Pollo: 	« 1d10+1 = 10 + 1 = 11 » "Tennessee Volcano!" He yells, rising up like a phoenix.
	Alloces: 	Alloces loses 11 hit points.
Alloces: (( god damn ))
Pollo: (( And now I have to just rewrite Pollo as being amazing competant ))
Pollo: (( (FEDUP) ))
	Pollo: 	Rushing around like a hurricane. Pollo lands back on the ground, still not letting his guard go low. "Uh, yeah, I think um...do I actually have this? I think I do..."
	Pollo: 	Initiative (1d8): 1 + 0 = 1 Control (1d6): 4 + 0 = 4
	Alloces: 	"God...DAMMIT! No more of this! I'm going to tear you apart, even in this state..." Al's furious, with metaphorical black fire in his eyes, though I doubt anger will help much.
	Alloces: 	2 FS used! Initiative (1d10): 8 + 0 = 8 Control (1d6): 3 + 0 = 3
Alloces: (( And yeah wasn't going to use his nat 1 as a reason to not use FS, as I would have otherwise ))
Pollo: (( if you want, you can use a story point to heal up a bit, if you think that'd do anything ))
Alloces: (( how much does it heal ))
Alloces: (( Also, timer should've gone down ))
Pollo: (( 1d4+PL ))
Pollo: (( so really not much ))
Timer falls from 96 to 94!
Alloces: (( I may as goddamned well ))
	Alloces: 	« 1d4+2 = 3 + 2 = 5 » who knows, maybe I won't get a 1
	Alloces: 	Alloces is healed and gains 5 hit points.
	Pollo: 	"Frightening...it seems I brought out the demon..."
	Alloces: 	Alloces uses 1 Fighting Spirit!
	Alloces: 	Al aims a devastating kick straight at his opponent's eyes! « 1d6+1+1 = 1 + 1 + 1 = 3 »
	Alloces: 	Gonna hope that hit
Pollo: (( yeah it does ))
	Alloces: 	« 1d8+1+1 = 8 + 1 + 1 = 10 »
Pollo: (( be thankful I'm not quite applying FS to evasion just yet ))
	Pollo: 	Pollo loses 10 hit points.
	Alloces: 	Oh hey, crit too
	Alloces: 	+2 init, +1 control again
	Pollo: 	"Guh! My glasses! These were brand new too!" Pollo stumbles around while trying to get his shades back in order.
	Alloces: 	"Don't worry, your vision can get quite dark without those silly things. Here, I'll demonstrate!" next round, I think, since he only had 4 control
Timer falls from 94 to 90!
	Pollo: 	Initiative (1d8): 6 + 0 = 6 Control (1d6): 2 + 0 = 2
	Alloces: 	Initiative (1d10): 10 + 1 = 11 2 FS used! Control (1d12): 10 + 0 = 10
Pollo: (( eyuo, sure is raeg mode all right ))
	Alloces: 	Al moves up to his foe, slams his foot into the ground, and then attempts to reave him of his consciousness with a torso-aimed, void-coated kick that tears up the terrain followed by slamming his other foot into the man's liver.
Alloces: (( You can spend 2 FS for a +2 to hit right ))
Pollo: (( UUUUH, I THINK, let me check ))
Pollo: (( yeah, seems so 9_9 ))
Pollo: (( >Spend FS to increase Accuracy and I guess the whole only spend as much FS on one thing equal to your PL applies as well ))
	Alloces: 	« 1d12+1+1 = 9 + 1 + 1 = 11 » plus half of « 1d8+1 = 3 + 1 = 4 »
	Pollo: 	Pollo loses 13 hit points.
	Alloces: 	« 1d6+1+2 = 2 + 1 + 2 = 5 » assuming it hits I guess
	Alloces: 	Alloces uses 2 Fighting Spirit!
	Alloces: 	Alloces loses 5 hit points.
Pollo: (( Uh, that's not a knockdown move, is it ))
Alloces: (( No ))
Alloces: (( Critical hit activates again, thankfully ))
Alloces: (( At least, I THINK it can activate on the 2nd hit of a combo ))
Alloces: (( Oh wait right I have to reroll the self damage, I don't use the regular roll ))
	Alloces: 	« 1d12 = 12 » Half of that thanks to Loophole
	Alloces: 	...
	Alloces: 	well then
	Alloces: 	Alloces loses 1 hit points.
	Pollo: 	Pollo slowly rises back up from the wreckage, and at this point a deal of attention is being poured to the street fight from the local bystanders
	Pollo: 	Pollo loses 6 hit points.
Alloces: (( No, YOu don't lose that ))
Alloces: (( That's from Self-Damage, to me ))
Pollo: (( then what was that ))
Pollo: (( oh ))
Alloces: (( WAIT ))
	Pollo: 	Pollo is healed and gains 6 hit points.
Alloces: (( Fuck it, I'll use one of my rerolls on that ))
Pollo: (( What are you even doing ))
Pollo: (( oh ok ))
Alloces: (( As I can get three a session ))
	Alloces: 	« 1d12 = 7 »
	Alloces: 	Alloces is healed and gains 3 hit points.
	Pollo: 	"I see....huuu..." The boxer slowly begins to lose his grip on the situation. "This is the power of the demon of the Hard Place, is it? I've heard all about it..."
	Pollo: 	"Of course, I have a job to do, and it's time to get serious about it."
	Pollo: 	Initiative (1d8): 5 + 0 = 5 Control (1d6): 1 + 0 = 1
	Alloces: 	"Yes, it is, and THIS particular demon is NOT going to lose to some...drunk driving boxing wannabe!"
	Pollo: 	"Hey, I told you, it wasn't my fault!"
	Alloces: 	1 FS used! Initiative (1d12): 10 + 1 = 11 1 FS used! Control (1d10): 4 + 0 = 4
Alloces: (( Fucking critical hits, can't live without em ))
	Alloces: 	"It's certainly your fault for getting yourself into this!" Al slams the man in the side with another well-placed kick, and follows up with a light knee.
	Alloces: 	Alloces uses 2 Fighting Spirit!
	Alloces: 	« 1d6+1+2 = 2 + 1 + 2 = 5 » I got no reason not to burn all the FS I have, I need it for this shit
	Alloces: 	« 1d8+1+1 = 7 + 1 + 1 = 9 »
	Pollo: 	Pollo loses 9 hit points.
	Alloces: 	Well, at least I still have Fast Recovery, so +1 init this time around. Also, that has Increased Stun
	Alloces: 	So it probably re-stuns him
Pollo: (( would have done it either way really ))
	Pollo: 	Pollo slams into a nearby building from that knee whack, writhing in confusion from the broken glass around him.
	Alloces: 	Oh wait, that did 10 damage. Forgot the +1 from the Combat Bonuses
Pollo: (( oh my ))
	Pollo: 	Pollo loses 1 hit points.
Alloces: (( Has the timer been used the last round or so ))
Timer falls from 90 to 89!
Pollo: (( probably not ))
	Alloces: 	Alloces concentrates and regains 1 Fighting Spirit.
	Pollo: 	Initiative (1d8): 1 + 0 = 1 Control (1d6): 1 + 0 = 1
Pollo: (( perfect ))
	Alloces: 	1 FS used! Initiative (1d8): 4 + 1 = 5 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 5 + 0 = 5
	Alloces: 	"AND NOW IT'S OVER! I know I should start this sort of onslaught at the BEGINNING of my fights, but they'd lose all their appeal if I didn't at least give my opponents a sporting chance!" Al hooks his leg around and kicks the man in the back of the skull, then kicks him in the face with the other foot...he just has very good no-legged balance, you see.
	Alloces: 	Alloces uses 2 Fighting Spirit!
	Alloces: 	« 1d6+1+1+2 = 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 7 »
	Alloces: 	Not that I NEEDED any of that, but why not
	Alloces: 	« 1d8+1+1+1 = 8 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 11 »
	Pollo: 	Pollo loses 7 hit points.
	Pollo: 	"BwuuuuuuUGH!" Pollo goes flying from that foot-based zenkai-ken with streams of blood pouring from his mouth like a chinese parade, before finally lying on the ground, defeated, as the words "KO!" appear overhead.
	Pollo: 	Barely able to gather his power, the boxer smirks a bit and mutters "Hah... no wonder the big AZ man gots a word with you..."
	Alloces: 	"AZ...Adel? You couldn't possibly be taking orders from HIM. He'd never associate with you people...too abnormal, I'd gather."
Alloces: (( Clearly he's talking about pokman ))
tirkaroKujo: 	But, speak of the devil, it seems the very man you're looking for leaps from the local crowd that seems to be dissolving after the end of that bout, with a look on his face that borders on crying. He's accompanied by two women, one of which possessing a very familliar look.
	Adel Zuan: 	"S-STOOOOP!" He wails, bursting forth from the weakened crowd, now that he could finally move from it.
	Adel Zuan: 	He curdles into a panicked position. "I THOUGHT ALL YOU WANTED TO DO WAS FIND HIM, NOT BEAT HIM TO A PULP, WHAT IS THIS, WHAT ARE YOU"
	Pollo: 	"Whoops...must've misheard you."
	Alloces: 	"...boy? Beat him to a ---I wasn't looking for this man at all! He found- Oh..you mean the other way around. Are you saying you DID send him after me?"
	Adel Zuan: 	"Buuuh, I didn't do anything! These freaks dragged me into this mess!" Adel begins scratching his hair maniacally.
	Adel Zuan: 	The two ladies of course, try and calm him down.
	Sialia: 	"It's okay, it's okay, it's aaalllll over now, teehee. Pollo, you useless chicken! You could have at least TRIED!"
tirkaroKujo: 	The second lady stands far in the back, behind Sialia, obscuring herself from view, but you can hear a few low-key words of encouragement in a light british accent
	Alloces: 	"Hm. He wasn't as bad of a fighter I'd thought...but you probably should have sent someone a tad more skilled." *I might be bluffing, but they'll never know*
	Sialia: 	"Never mind these two dolts. Name's Sialia, this lug over here is Pollo, and I assume you're familiar with Zuan here? He's one hellva catch."
	Alloces: 	"Zuan...So that'--nevermind, I knew him more as Adel. Was that your last name, then? And you, in the back, you CAN come out, you know. I won't bite, anymore! I've had my fill for today..."
	Adel Zuan: 	"Uuuuu, may as well be, considering the other me walking around...uuuuu! Why must the cat be out of the bag?"
tirkaroKujo: 	The soft-spoken woman in the back takes heed to your words. She seems to have cuts and bruises all over her body, looking like she was quite in a tussle earlier.
	Another Cheryl: 	"H..h...'ello sir. I...are you...I'm sorry, I'll be quiet..."
	Another Cheryl: 	She fidgets around nervously, somewhat unaware of her appearance being strikingly familiar.
	Alloces: 	"Other yo---is that giant man your brother? Or some sort of fraternal twin?" Al furrows his brow when he sees the girl leave the crowd, wondering if he'd seen her before. "Do I know you...? Your face sticks out in my head. A frequent patron of the bar?"
	Adel Zuan: 	Adel looks up to the air and rubs his face his despair. "I....don't....know! I don't know who he is! Or what he does! It's just when that....thing goes after me, and catches up, everything goes...dark! It goes dark, and when I wake up, I'm swimming in a pool of messes! Dead bodies, wreckage, sewage, you name it! And everyone around me at the time gets hurt, or worse!"
	Alloces: 	"Are you sure you're not just getting drunk? I've heard similar stories from alcoholics."
	Adel Zuan: 	"Haaahaaaa....DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME!?" Zuan's face gets overly detailed as he yells for emphasis.
	Another Cheryl: 	"Uuuh, uuuuh...." The women begins trembling. "N-n-no, I don't think so sir..." She looks down, trying to avoid eye contact again.
	Sialia: 	"Teehee, should I just explain all of this? You won't get much milage out of crazy old Zuan here."
	Adel Zuan: 	"DON'T. CALL ME. CRAZY."
	Alloces: 	"Settle down, boy. Most people are a little crazy, and everything's a bit of a game. You just need to learn how to play! But enough of that. What did you want to explain, girl? You know more about that man?"
	Sialia: 	"Haha, do you know anything about Adel Zhen? Don't be ashamed if you don't, not that many people know. Basically, Zhen is well....Zuan here. And Zuan is also Zhen. It's pretty complex." Sialia puts her hands behind her back, walking back and forth. "Apparently he's a pretty important guy. Seems to be an absolutely huge crime lord. We should know, we struck a deal with him!"
	Alloces: 	Al stares at Salia, much like a teacher would look at a student who just asked a stupid question. "The most astonishing thing about what you just said wasn't that claim that one person was another person... No, I DID fight that man, after all. I know of those odd, warping powers of his. I suppose I could believe what you said, given a few years. No, what suprises me most is your open admittance to associating with a crime lord."
	Sialia: 	"That would be pretty bad, no? Of course, we have no real reputations on the line. Me, Pollo, and recently Cheryl here are well-known...eh, you can say 'flunkies' for Penguin's party of ne'er do wells. Being scary is part of our job."
	Sialia: 	"See, I can just take a random bystander on the street and go OOGA BOOGA BOOGA!"
	Sialia: 	A nearby man topples over and begins running into the distance, yelling "PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!"
	Sialia: 	"Oh, it's a tough job all right, but I take no joy in it....pfffthaha, who am I kidding."
	Alloces: 	(Cheryl...that name sounds familiar, too. I know I've heard it before...) But, before Al can put his finger on the source, the man's scream interrupts him. "Mmh..So, what's to stop me from, say, taking you in here and now? It's not my style to be so beholden to those law-enforcers, but I'm afraid my current job isn't paying all too well right now... You've still not told me why you set this man after my heels."
Alloces: (( I've literally met Cheryl like, twice, counting the out-of-character band thing, so I may in fact NOT know her name that well ))
	Adel Zuan: 	"They're MONSTERS, that's what they are!" Adel groans as he clutches his stomach.
Alloces: (( checkign the clipboard would probably say it though ))
	Another Cheryl: 	"Y-yeah...ooga booga..."
	Alloces: 	"Are you absolutely certain you've not been partaking in any sort of substance, boy? Perhaps you should get to the hospital. I know my way there."
	Sialia: 	"Oh, you can! There's no question about that. But maybe you don't want to? See, what if I told you...hmm..." SIalia checks around. "Now, I'm gonna tell you something I'm not as willing to openly admit." She draws closer to you, checking for any evesdroppers. "What if I told you we were the only key to stopping Zhen? And you just might play a valuable role in that?"
	Alloces: 	"Hahahaha! You? I'm sorry, but I just demolished your bruiser acquaintance there. I cannot think you'd be much of a help to me against that man. Eventually, I feel, I'll be able to take him on myself."
	Sialia: 	"Oh so you think. But what you should know is that my employer, Penguin, is currently in 'cahoots' with Zhen. It seems for a major crime lord, he's a bit criminally understocked....haha, criminally, see what I did there? *ahem* Of course, us being the backstabbing bastards, bitches, barbarians, and other such degrading b words, plan to totally throw him in the gutter once he gets what he wants."
	Sialia: 	"As of now, the guy is untouchable. Like, even if you think you have him down, he'll just come rising right back. Don't bother. But when he puts this much blind faith in us? Then a few weaknesses will inevitably pop up."
	Alloces: 	"You plan to overrun him with numbers, then? And you believe he will not see this coming? If -I- were some crime lord, depending on a known shady organization to do my dirty work for me, I would feed them false information, put them in intentionally overly dangerous situations that I would not risk my own men for, and be rid of them the instant I had what I wanted. I don't see this Adel Zhen as a nincompoop, either.
	Alloces: 	"
	Sialia: 	"Eheheh, not quite. Even us alone probably can't touch Zhen. What can touch him though is precisely what he wants. Ever hear of the Three Parts of the Fire? Of course you haven't, nobody really has...except for a few."
	Sialia: 	"I won't exaaactly disclose who those are...but you should know by now."
	Sialia: 	"The plan is to intercept those parts for our own, and turn them against him! Isn't that swell?"
	Alloces: 	"I'm inclined to believe that he'll be rather careful with those, if they're so integral to his plans."
	Sialia: 	"Hey, nobody said it was gonna be easy. We're gonna have to go about this nice and slow."
	Another Cheryl: 	"Y-yeah...slow..."
	Sialia: 	"It's said that bringing them all together can awaken the ultimate replicant. One of the major parts is already within our scope. It's the "Eye of the Fire" so to say. It goes by the name 'Psychic Wars'"
	Alloces: 	"Replicant...replicant....I can't say I've heard that term before. From the name, is it some substitute body?"
	Sialia: 	"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you new to this? Did you recall that shadowy figure that stalked you and Zuanny here way back when? Have you encountered anything similar along the way? That's what a replicant is."
	Sialia: 	"You could say they're...projections of one psyche so to say. Nobody's sure where they came from, or what they're here for, but Zhen seems to know a whole lot about them..."
	Alloces: 	"Hmm...some kind of war puppet? I recall that man mentioning that scythe-wielding woman was a part of him, or something of the sort. Perhaps it has to do with...well, nevermind that. You say he's trying to make the ULTIMATE one of these? With those parts of the fire?"
	Alloces: 	"I must get everything right, after all. There can't be any inconsitencies or errors in one's notes."
	Sialia: 	"You got the idea! Bringing those three parts together will awaken the ultimate weapon...something that's surely able to stomp out even Zhen with ease!"
	Sialia: 	"Of course...I'm not sure WHAT this ultimate replicant does per se...nor do I know what the other parts are...but what does that matter?"
	Sialia: 	"Now, are you willing to join our cause, or get crushed by Zhen after he does his little boogie, huh?"
	Alloces: 	"What does it matter? I'd say it matters a great deal! What if it isn't combat-oriented, for starters?" Al sizes up the woman, trying to figure out what her angle on this is. "And, pray tell, what happens after Zhen is defeated? Surely, that "replicant" will still exist. I've half a mind to think it may be worse in your hands than his. And what part does...Zuan here play?"
	Adel Zuan: 	"Uuuuu..." Zuan confusingly jolts his eyes around "That's what I've always wanted to know...Anything to awake me from this nightmare, please!"
	Sialia: 	"Simple. We keep him away from Zhen's replicant, at all costs!"
	Sialia: 	"If we can keep hiding him away from becoming Zhen, we'll be able to pull off our heist with no problem! Of course, Zhen has a good deal of influence around here...but keeping Zhen himself out of the equation will be a huge boon!"
	Alloces: 	"So you're saying if that thing comes into contact with the boy, he'll...transform into Zhen? Why not teach the boy how to fight the thing off himself?"
	Sialia: 	"Haahaaa....Zuan here couldn't fight off a fly, no matter how hard we trained him. He's pathetic."
	Adel Zuan: 	"And I wouldn't have it any other way!"
	Alloces: 	"You could say you're...abnormally weak?"
	Adel Zuan: 	"If 'normal' means 'weak' nowadays, then so be it!"
	Alloces: 	"No, no...according to these two, you're weaker than than most. You ARE quite quick, though. Get even faster, and simply run, if you refuse to fight. These three wouldn't need to protect you if you couldn't get caught. Now then, what do you two plan to do about Zhen's retainers? That blonde in the suit comes to mind."
	Sialia: 	"That's why we need strong fighters like you around, silly~! Though his closest assistants isn't who we need right now. There's a few far bigger fish to fry."
	Sialia: 	"Namely, two parties. Ever hear of Stouffer? You should be plenty familiar with her if you've at all visited Holy Loly Square."
Alloces: (( that's the rich bitch right ))
Sialia: (( yeah ))
Alloces: (( Gonna assume I do then ))
	Alloces: 	"Now what does SHE have to do with anything? I can't imagine her as in cahoots with Zuan."
	Alloces: 	Zhen*
	Sialia: 	"She doesn't WORK for her, so to speak. She's just...very good friends with him. She probably knows a shitton more about him than I do. Get to understanding Stouffer, and Zhen should only be a hop, skip, and a jump away."
Sialia: (( *for him ))
	Alloces: 	"Well, what do you plan to do about her, then? Spy on her? I'm afraid I'm not much for stealth."
	Sialia: 	"I dunno, do something? Listen in on her? Beat her up until she talks? Fuckin' sleep with her if you have to! I'm not one for the minute details! Gawd!"
	Sialia: 	"The other party is a hired hitman of his. He should be in possession of Psychic Wars right right now...and lucky for us, he's still under the impression we're his best buds, so he could be strolling right up to us at any moment."
	Alloces: 	"I suppose I could attempt it, but surely, you have someone more suited for this than ME. If Stouffer knows anything about the bar, she'll know about my, ah, habits. Perhaps your men look like ruffians, but give them a shower and teach them some manners, and I'd say one of your typical infiltrators could do the job. Hired hitmen, now those I can deal with. I'm quite sedulous in my, erm, beatdowns."
	Sialia: 	"Eh, we'll take what we can get. The hitmen should be here at any moment, so we'll make do with that. Consider yourself an honorary mercenary for Penguin's band of troublemakers! Trust me, you wouldn't be in this position if not for Zuan's request!"
	Adel Zuan: 	"I NEVER SAID THAAAAAAT!"
	Sialia: 	"Get Psychic Wars back, and we'll pay you quite handsomely. If you try taking it for yourself though...trust me. We will find you."
	Alloces: 	"I daresay I'd be in a much better position, yes. Unlike others you may know, I am no fool - I don't wish to be associated with Penguin in any way. Mention none of this to anyone. I'm helping you because apparently, this boy needs it, and for the chance to fight this Zhen once more. And...remember my words about crime lords. Now, if you wish for me to help you fight some hitman, tell me what he looks like.:
	Alloces: 	"
	Sialia: 	"Oh, that's simple! He looks like-!"
	Coated Man: 	"Yo"
	Sialia: 	"Oh hey there!"
	Adel Zuan: 	"GYAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! Don't scare me like that!"
	Another Cheryl: 	"H-hi ser...."
	Alloces: 	"He's behind me, isn't he?" Al turns around to get a better look at the apparent hitman.
	Coated Man: 	"Oh.....oh, well it seems everyone is crawling out of the woodwork today. What the hell did I miss?" States the man in the comfy coat.
	Alloces: 	"...you? And that child, too. Well, I HAVE been meaning to talk to you again...unfortunately, I've already found what I was looking for.
	Alloces: 	"
Alloces: (( also damn everyone in this campaign is really light ))
	Toy Soldier: 	"Hey! It's you again! What a comforting sight!"
Alloces: (( a ser's like, 2 pounds at max, I think it could be less too ))
Alloces: (( Also, am I supposed to be healed up by now ))
	Coated Man: 	"Oh, lemme guess. Psychic Wars, right? I don't have it with me, don't bother."
Coated Man: (( yeah sure ))
	Alloces: 	Healed up!
	Alloces: 	"That thing? No, I meant Adel. You know, the boy I was looking for last time we met."
Alloces: (( back again ))
	Coated Man: 	"Hmm..strange. Didn't expect him to show up so easily."
	Sialia: 	"Nevermind that! What do you MEAN you don't have Psychic Wars!? What the hell do you think your job is?!"
	Coated Man: 	"Sorry. Some kids got a hold of it, and they almost drove me to....cause more damage than I would have liked. I got out before things could get too heated."
	Coated Man: 	"Call me whatever you want, but killing children is way beyond my tolerance level."
	Alloces: 	"Wait, you were the one holding Psychic Wars? Huh. I thought you may've been that...hitman. Here I was, all heated up for a fight again... Oh, well. So, you're with these women, then? I didn't expect you to be with Penguin's gang. I wonder, was that priest, too? What about a schoolteacher? Or nun? Really, how many have you dragged into this?"
	Sialia: 	Sialia jumps a bit in shock before turning Al's shoulder around and cutting her neck with her hand, giving him a strong glare. "Shh! Those ARE the hitmen! We're just middlemen here!"
	Coated Man: 	"?"
	Sialia: 	"N-nothing, nothing! Ehehe!"
	Coated Man: 	"Huh? I don't work for Penguin. Not in a million years would I associate with these clowns. My employer is Adel Zhen. The guy that kid over there occasionally transforms into. It's pretty rad."
	Coated Man: 	"Sadly, Zhen is all buddy buddy with these Penguin losers, so I have no real choice..."
	Alloces: 	(These people are confusing even me...) "Hn...I'm in a similar predicament myself. I'd rather not be anywhere near these people, but the boy seems to associate with them."
	Adel Zuan: 	"Uughhh..." Zuan looks around, really wishing he could go home or something.
	Sialia: 	"Alright, listen! If Casey here is too big of a fraidy cat all because he might bust open a few underage heads, maybe you'll have a better control of the situation! I want you, Al, to help these two get psychic wars back from those kiddies!"
	Alloces: 	"I was planning on suggesting the same thing. After all, our goals are similar... It WOULD be nice to associate with someone a mite more...competent, as well."
	Coated Man: 	"Alright, alright, whatever. You're far more preferrable to deal with than this screechy bitch anyway. And hopefully more reliable than my other partner here."
	Toy Soldier: 	"Uububububu....I swear, I'll try and get stronger! Just for you!"
	Coated Man: 	"Dammit, what did I tell you? Don't do shit for me. Do it for yourself."
	Toy Soldier: 	"Bwuuuuh!" The lanky figure does a salute in honor. "Right! I swear I'll get stronger for myself! Bwuuuuuh!"
	Alloces: 	"Haah..I have a feeling this is going to be one odd expedition. Well, no matter. Do you have any plans to get this item back? Or, do you at least know what it IS?"
	Alloces: 	where*
	Alloces: 	*not what
	Coated Man: 	"First off, let's get away from these bozos. I feel like taking a walk anyway."
	Sialia: 	"Grrrr! Fine! Be like that!" The girl turns her eye towards Al. "Remembeeeer, don't let us down!"
	Pollo: 	"Ugh" The boxer gets back up and rubs his head. "We probably need to jet anyway. Never know if the heat could be on our trail after that crash..."
	Alloces: 	"Just so long as you're fine that I don't help you UP, either, I see no problem with that."
	Sialia: 	"Whatever you mean by that, I expect good things! Gooood things!"
	Adel Zuan: 	"Gaaaaaah, why does this always have to happen to meeee?"
tirkaroKujo: 	The two thugs dash away with the goods, only the sole remaining female thug staying behind for a bit.
	Alloces: 	Al glances over his shoulder when he hears Adel whine. "I'm confident the boy'll be fine...and if he's not, I'll have something to say about it."
	Another Cheryl: 	"Um...." She bows politely. "I don't know who you are. But something tells me I should thank you, kind ser."
	Coated Man: 	The man in the coat looks really, really disgruntled while she's around. As if something is deeply bothering him about her.
Alloces: (( Who was she talking to there ))
Coated Man: (( Al ))
Coated Man: (( Casey is just sorta a bystander right now ))
	Alloces: 	"Me? I can't imagine I've done anything worth a thank you, if we don't know each other...You DO seem awfully familiar, however. But, I can't place it...my sincerest apologies."
	Another Cheryl: 	"I get that feeling of warm familiarity from you too. It's the same feeling I get from the hitman. It's a most smashing feeling isn't i-"
	Coated Man: 	The man in the coat cuts her off. "Let's just go."
	Alloces: 	"Curt, aren't you? Personally, I prefer to keep my relationships favourable."
	Another Cheryl: 	"Hmm...sorry we couldn't talk longer. I'll await you next time..."
	Toy Soldier: 	"Oh, Casey is always like that! I guess he's just too darn cool for some things." The giant puppet lazily swaggers alongside you two.
	Alloces: 	"I look forward to it. At least one of the group knows how to converse in a normal manner."
tirkaroKujo: 	You walk away from the wreckage from the previous fight, Casey casually strolling in a random direction.
	Coated Man: 	"Y'know...something tells me I should know a thing or two about you. Don't you agree?"
	Alloces: 	"Me? I'm a simple member of the bar. Albeit one who likes a good fight every now and then. However, Mr...Casey, was it? Perhaps we should look into...disguises. I'd rather not be associated with mugging children, if I must do it at all...Truly, I dislike attacking those weaker than I. Perhaps I could persuade them nonviolently into giving up this...Psychic Wars nonsense."
	Coated Man: 	The man in the coat smiles and chuckles a tad to himself. "Diguises, huh? Whatever works is sound by me. They didn't seem to be the particularly sharp type anyway."
	Coated Man: 	"By the way, no need to worry. My name is, in fact, Casey. Not much else you need to know about me really."
	Alloces: 	"Oh, it's not as much for them as for anyone who happens to witness it. There's no telling when someone may walk in, and I prefer to be prepared."
	Coated Man: 	"I see...have a reputation to protect or something?"
	Alloces: 	"There is that, and the matter of the police. I am not, by design, a man of the underground, and I am content to keep it that way."
	Coated Man: 	"Shoulda figured. You're dressed pretty well for a man of your calibur." He looks up into space after walking the boardwalk for a few minutes. "I never cared about either of those things, to be honest. But now's not the time for silly navel gazing."
	Alloces: 	"No, I dare say it is not. Now is the time to plan and procure... You've no ideas of your own, hm, child?"
	Toy Soldier: 	"Heh heh, I'm not one to toot my own horn, but I'll be sure to find the exact perfect time and place to attack!"
	Coated Man: 	"That's one good thing about Glenn I guess. His replicant has amazing tracking abilities. He can track just about anything after smelling it once."
	Alloces: 	"Glenn...? Is that this boy's name?"
	Toy Soldier: 	"Yes, Glenn with two Ns! Don't forget it!"
	Alloces: 	*assuming it's a boy anyhow, that's more why I'd been saying "child"*
	Alloces: 	"I'll try and not. Now, on to the task at hand..."
Alloces: (( and we should probably wrap it up soon, I gotta go in like 5-10 minutes or so ))
Toy Soldier: (( yeah that's what I was thinking ))
Alloces: (( Could wait till 10:30 I guess, but eh ))
Toy Soldier: (( there was oooooneee little thing I wanted to add after this ))
Toy Soldier: (( but it'd probably take too much time and we have plenty of time to do another thing ))
Toy Soldier: (( as Agi is away at thanksgiving this week ))
Alloces: (( True enough ))
Alloces: (( clearly, if we do end up fighting them, I'll just be disguised and change my text colour to yours ))
Alloces: (( but hey, if we lose I can just claim I was on their side all along ))
Alloces: (( And if I win I just railroad FOR you and get them with the waterfowl ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Yeah this whole thing was sorta mass exposition, but eh
tirkaroKujo: 	dat comeback doe
	Alloces: 	indeed
	Alloces: 	from 1 HP
	Alloces: 	I 100% expected to lose after the second nat 10
	Alloces: 	But yeah, save the session, though you may not want to upload it just yet
	Alloces: 	Also, we should probably decide what to do for my level 2 stuff