<Claw|TheHare> ...
<Claw|TheHare> Blood pumping, loud, deafening. His adversary had set that situation up like a horror movie but the gunman had made one mistake, he'd thought he was playing the role of the monster. As the poison dulled his mind he felt something erode away, deep within. And just like that the dam broke, unleashing all of the pent up, frustrated anger. Rage. His mind went blank. He knew were hos
<Claw|TheHare> ((oops))
<Claw|TheHare> He knew he had an enemy. And he had something in his hand too. He'd fallen to his knee at some point. Clutching the broom handle in his hand he rose to his feet and then, without thinking, without a strategy, he charged the gunman, raising the broom handle above his head as if it was a club. All of his weight going forward, a faceless and angry mass of hair clad in torn and bloody cloth, and, as he got within a few steps his hair
<Claw|TheHare> exploded outward as far as it could even in this diminished state, filling the space between them with a dark, sharp cloud. ||
<Claw|TheHare> -||
<Claw|TheHare> And then, he struck. As hard as he could with his improvised club. ||
<ColdGold|GM> ((Ath DC 4 for the explosion to hit, I'll give you +1 for it so roll a d6, if you fail the explosion misses and he gets to attack before you do))
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<Claw|TheHare> $roll 1d6 ath ANGRY HARE CHARGE
<[ATM]> Claw|TheHare "ath ANGRY HARE CHARGE" [1]  = 1
<ColdGold|GM> The Hare leaps outward, placing a large hand on the counter top to haul him over. He clambers forward but the gunner who's hand is at the doorhandle of the exit turns with a shocked expression on his face and levels his weapon on him.
<ColdGold|GM> at him*
<ColdGold|GM> ((Wits please, awareness doesn't apply))
<Claw|TheHare> $roll 1D6 ANGERY WITS
<[ATM]> Claw|TheHare "ANGERY WITS" [4]  = 4
<ColdGold|GM> Even through the angry haze he's able to take the man in, in more clarity. He's about average height, with an armored black and grey bodysuit, and a visored helmet that shows off a tan stubbled jaw. In his hand is a long sleek black pistol with green veins running to its tip. He raises it at the hair mid charge and his finger squeezes the trigger as he sets his jaw.
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 1d6+1 G. Aim
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "G. Aim" [6] +1 = 7
<-> Teller is now known as Teller|GM
<ColdGold|GM> ((Okay dodge or withstand, you get an extra +1 from your perk for withstanding but there are pros and cons to both defensive options. That being said, it's not possible for you to succeed in a dodge here.))
<Claw|TheHare> ((+1 from the perk? Bent in the head?))
<ColdGold|GM> ((Yeah isn't it your highest stat? Or was that brawn?))
<Claw|TheHare> $Roll 3h6+1 Withstand
<[ATM]> Claw|TheHare "Withstand" (4) (1) [6] +1 = 7
<ColdGold|GM> ((You get a +1 to your highest stat))
<Claw|TheHare> ((It's Brawn))
<ColdGold|GM> $lesser pierce
<[ATM]> [Arm] [Any 3] Stuck: Attached to stabbing point.  Can’t break free without being released/weapon being dropped or passing Brawn check.  Loose objects must be pulled free with minor action.
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 1d2 1=free arm, 2=weapon arm
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "1=free arm, 2=weapon arm" [1]  = 1
<ColdGold|GM> Next thing he knows one of those green tipped darts he'd seen sticking from the table is sticking out of the arm he'd not been holding the broom with. More green liquid drains into him but he scarcely notices it in his charge.
<ColdGold|GM> ((Willpower please DC 3 to prolong this darts affect to the end of the term, if you fail roll me another willpower check.))
<ColdGold|GM> ((Effect*))
<Claw|TheHare> $roll 1d6 will power through
<[ATM]> Claw|TheHare "will power through" [1]  = 1
<Claw|TheHare> $roll 1d6 darn willpower
<[ATM]> Claw|TheHare "darn willpower" [3]  = 3
<ColdGold|GM> The Hare instinctively knows when to explode as he enters the proper range, and lets what little hair he'd had fly sharply in his attacker's direction.
<ColdGold|GM> His feet don't stop moving, but through the anger he feels that same overwhelming feeling sensation to be still come over him. It's not enough to halt his charge, however.
<ColdGold|GM> ((Brawn -2 overall, so a +1 for failing the willpower checks.))
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 2l6+1 G. Dodge, Bent Penalized
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "G. Dodge, Bent Penalized" [3] (5) +1 = 4
<Claw|TheHare> $roll 1d6+1 brawn angry club
<[ATM]> Claw|TheHare "brawn angry club" [3] +1 = 4
<ColdGold|GM> $moderate bash
<[ATM]> [Arm] [Part] Fracture Arm: Arm DISABLED.  Roll Guts post-combat to see if it’s broken.
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 1d2 1, off arm|2, weapon arm
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "1, off arm|2, weapon arm" [1]  = 1
<ColdGold|GM> The Hare can't move his mouth enough to scream, but he still has enough momentum behind his blow to put a lot of weight behind his savage blow. Both his broom and a bone in the man's left arm crack at the same time. The man falls to his butt, and he scrambles backwards into the door as he breathes heavily. He's clearly terrified.
<ColdGold|GM> The Hare feels the weird sensation fight to restrain him, bind him in place. The rational side knows that if it takes full effect he won't be able to move anymore at all. It's just a matter of which will win out. His feral like anger, or the effects of the green liquid.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<Claw|TheHare> ...
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<Claw|TheHare> Weapon cracked. It'll be useless soon. He makes the most of it, stepping forward he hit again as strongly as he still can. And then... he uses his momentum to fall on the man. Even if he was to fell unconscious he would do so with his enemy tightly grasped and unable to free himself until he woke up. ||
<Claw|TheHare> $roll 1d6+1 brawn HARE SMASH
<[ATM]> Claw|TheHare "brawn HARE SMASH" [4] +1 = 5
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 2l6+1 G. Dodge
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "G. Dodge" [2] (5) +1 = 3
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 1d2 Torso|Head
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Torso|Head" [1]  = 1
<ColdGold|GM> $moderate bash torso
<[ATM]> [Torso] [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).
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<ColdGold|GM> $roll 2l6+1 G. Guts, DC 3
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "G. Guts, DC 3" [2] (2) +1 = 3
<ColdGold|GM> The Hare whips the cracked and nearly broken broom down onto the man, slamming him violently against the wall and breaking the broom fully in half, leaving him with a bristly pointed wooden half pole.
<ColdGold|GM> The man groans a curse under his breath, and flicks a switch on the weapon with his thumb turning the lights on it blue. He aims at the floor in front of him.
<ColdGold|GM> ((Withstand, DC 5 Claw))
<Claw|TheHare> $roll 2h6+1 Withstand
<[ATM]> Claw|TheHare "Withstand" [1] (1) +1 = 2
<ColdGold|GM> ((Don't forget you have 3 die from your power))
<ColdGold|GM> ((You get one more try))
<Claw|TheHare> $roll 1d6 forgotten die please don't hold it against me I love you too
<[ATM]> Claw|TheHare "forgotten die please don't hold it against me I love you too" [5]  = 5
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 2l6+1 G. Dodge, DC 4
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "G. Dodge, DC 4" (6) [4] +1 = 5
<ColdGold|GM> The round he fires cracks loudly and a hot wind blows at him, threatening to send him backwards and away from the gunman, but he squares his feet and holds his ground, allowing him to continue his fall towards the man.
<ColdGold|GM> The man acts at almost the last second, but manages to scramble out of the way as The Hare falls flat on his face, his head spins and he can hear his heart beating loudly in his own ears.
<ColdGold|GM> ((Willpower DC 5 to stand back up, good luck. If you can Withstand this he'll have to dart you again))
<ColdGold|GM> ((Or try and kill you for real))
<Claw|TheHare> $roll 1d6+1 willpower
<[ATM]> Claw|TheHare "willpower" [6] +1 = 7
<ColdGold|GM> Something inside him screams at him, he can't go down yet. The irrational, stubborn fighter in him tell him to /rise/, and he struggles to his feet, the broken broom still in his hands. He rises to see the gunman holding a pistol directly leveled at him, the lines on it are red.
<ColdGold|GM> "Back down. I have orders to take you in alive, but you're making me want to disobey them. Come at me again and I /will/ take you down." He threatens in a deep but shaky voice with a hispanic accent.
<ColdGold|GM> ((Scrutinize please Hare, wits))
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 1d6+1 G. Deception, Penalized
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "G. Deception, Penalized" [1] +1 = 2
<Claw|TheHare> $roll 1d6 wits
<[ATM]> Claw|TheHare "wits" [5]  = 5
<ColdGold|GM> The Hare can tell that his attacker is serious that he'll shoot him again, but he's lying about disobeying them. He /has/ to take The Hare in alive, and the lines on the gun had been green for the weird pointed dart bullets. That meant he had a /brief/ moment to act while the gunner switched ammo types. He knows that if he tries he's at real risk of being shot again and taken down by the poison. The gunner waits for his reaction, his
<ColdGold|GM> decision.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<Claw|TheHare> ...
<-> Pink is now known as Pink|H
<Claw|TheHare> There is no choice in his mind, he'd paused as he raised himself but it hadn't been to consider the request. Nothing short of victory could stop the fire burning in his guts. The man is right in front of him. The Hare let go of the broom, discarding the now almost useless weapon... and then lunge beneath the gun to tackle the gunman to the ground. ||
<ColdGold|GM> ((Alright Blitz roll, regular brawn roll now that bent in the head is gone. If you roll less than his dex roll he gets to fire first))
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 1d6+1 G. Dex/Ammo Toggle
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "G. Dex/Ammo Toggle" [4] +1 = 5
<Claw|TheHare> $roll 1d6 darn penalized brawn
<[ATM]> Claw|TheHare "darn penalized brawn" [3]  = 3
<-> Thalia is now known as Thalia|A
<ColdGold|GM> ((You have a +2))
<ColdGold|GM> ((But that's still a 5))
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 1d6+1 G. Aim
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "G. Aim" [2] +1 = 3
<ColdGold|GM> ((Dodge or roll Willpower))
<ColdGold|GM> ((Willpower DC 5))
<Claw|TheHare> ((I thought I still had the malus from his previous shots... well you said if I rolled less than him and I rolled the same...))
<Claw|TheHare> $roll 1d6+1 willpower
<[ATM]> Claw|TheHare "willpower" [1] +1 = 2
<ColdGold|GM> ((He has the gun leveled on you, and you're at a distance. You're both aggresive here so idk the gun seems like it gets the logical advantage.))
<ColdGold|GM> ((Both count as attackers))
<Claw|TheHare> ((yeah, that's logical, sad but logical))
<ColdGold|GM> The Hare, being the hero he is, doesn't even consider listening for a second. He throws the broom aside, lowers his stance, roars and lunges...
<ColdGold|GM> The man flicks his thumb and the lights on the weapon turn green. There's a sharp whistle and a bullet hits The Hare in his shoulder. The poison enters him, and this time when he feels it command him to be still he feels all his wounds too. He falls to his feet right in front of the gunman, his ears and eyes remain open and he can hear everything going on. But his face is facing the ground.
<ColdGold|GM> The man prods him with his foot, and he can't move to react.
<ColdGold|GM> "Fucking thank god, finally." He says with a heavy, relieved sigh.
<ColdGold|GM> "What a monster." The man continues, and The Hare hears a couple of numbers being dialed on a phone. Then it's quiet for a moment as the man shuffles around a bit.
<ColdGold|GM> "Hey.... Yeah I got him, listen we're gonna need to talk about me getting more money because this was the opposite of an "easy job"... Well yeah /he/ got away, but I got you the hero..." The man says, having a conversation with someone on the other line.
<ColdGold|GM> "Fine we'll talk about it later, I'll send you my location. Get here fucking quick." The man says, hanging up.
<ColdGold|GM> The Hare feels another sensation of being shot by a dart bullet, and then he walks off to go plop into the sofa. Occasionally groans of pain come from that direction. Then after what feels like an insanely long period of time the doors open and some other people walk in, but all he sees are shoes as he's dragged out.
<ColdGold|GM> ((Wits please))
<Claw|TheHare> $roll 1d6 wits
<[ATM]> Claw|TheHare "wits" [5]  = 5
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<ColdGold|GM> His limp body is carefully dragged through the hallways, and outside. They bring him up to a car that clearly isn't any normal one, it's a lot like the gun the gunman had been using. Sleek long and black, with no windows on it anywhere. Two large exhaust pipes stick out from its back. A trunk opens between the sets of pipes and as he's lowered The Hare gets a better look at who's taking him.
<ColdGold|GM> ((Know please))
<Claw|TheHare> $roll 1d6+1 know
<[ATM]> Claw|TheHare "know" [5] +1 = 6
<ColdGold|GM> One is a tall blonde, white man with an earpiece in. He's dressed in a sharp black suit, and he has a larger more impressive looking version of the gun the other man had been firing holstered at his hip. He recognizes him as Slinger. There are a few other people in similar dress helping him out.
<ColdGold|GM> Slinger raises his eyebrows in impressed fashion at the Hare and casts a glance backwards. "I'm glad it was you and not me, that had to deal with him." He says.
<ColdGold|GM> him, Guillermo"*
<ColdGold|GM> The Hare sees 'Guillermo' the gunman, approach with a frown on his face.
<ColdGold|GM> "I bet. Listen I was serious about better pay, and I know what I want. Let me keep the piece and you'll maintain it for me." The man almost demands.
<ColdGold|GM> "Or what you'll take him?" Slinger asks, sounding almost amused at the thought of it.
<-> FaustAndAbout is now known as Faustus
<ColdGold|GM> He turns to face Guillermo sidways, his weapon turned towards the trunk. Hidden.
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<ColdGold|GM> $roll 2h6+1 Hidden Toggle
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Hidden Toggle" [6] (6) +1 = 7
<ColdGold|GM> Even The Hare almost misses him flick a switch on his pistol, and it lights up with red veins.
<Claw|TheHare> ((Can I get a willpower check to act?))
<ColdGold|GM> ((Yep))
<Claw|TheHare> $roll 1d6+1 I'M A GOSHDARN HERO willpower
<[ATM]> Claw|TheHare "I'M A GOSHDARN HERO willpower" [1] +1 = 2
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<ColdGold|GM> ((Say what you wanted to do))
<Claw|TheHare> ...
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<Claw|TheHare> He's going to kill him. Right now. He can't... He can't do that! Even to a criminal. He can't allow that to happen! The Hare tries to reach for Slinger's gun hand, prevent him from shooting as he screams "Backstabber!"... or at least tries to. ||
<ColdGold|GM> ...but he can't bring himself to move. The serum's hold is too strong.
<ColdGold|GM> "You think I can't?" Guillermo asks, sounding offended.
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<ColdGold|GM> "I'd advise you not to..." Slinger says, his voice going flat.
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Slinger Threaten
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Slinger Threaten" [1] +1 = 2
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 1d6 G. Willpower
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "G. Willpower" [1]  = 1
<Claw|TheHare> ((wow... Cashy hates everyone now))
<ColdGold|GM> "...fine. I wasn't gonna do nothing anyway." Guillermo says, after several tension filled moments and Slinger flips the red lights off just as discreetly as he'd flipped them on.
<ColdGold|GM> "Good, let's get out of here." Slinger says, and then a moment later the trunk closes leaving him in darkness.
<ColdGold|GM> A few moments later he feels to vehicle whir into motion to take him... wherever he's being taken...
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<Claw|TheHare> ...
<Claw|TheHare> So... That's it. He's drugged in the back of a car going... somewhere. He's in the clutches of the Elite. And even if he wasn't drugged he's still wounded. And even if he wasn't he had failed to win against Guillermo who was merely wielding tinkertech, could he even win against Slinger? He'd failed. That was it... Nothing more he could do...
<Claw|TheHare> Fuck. ||
<ColdGold|GM> |||