<soulpelt|> o.o
<Antioch|GM> 20:57 <~Antioch|GM> It's a nice car, handling smoothly. There's a dock for her PRT-issue phone, and it takes only a moment to figure out her patrol destination from her assignment and spit out a GPS map.
<Antioch|GM> 20:57 <~Antioch|GM> They're heading a good thirty minutes or so out of town, along the Erie shoreline to the northeast.
<Antioch|GM> 20:57 <~Antioch|GM> Contested territory. The stomping grounds of a good few Tinkers intent on claiming their prize from Longinus's base.
<Antioch|GM> 20:57 <~Antioch|GM> As she drives, she observes. Residential areas looking abandoned, power lines downed or missing outright, nary a single car parked on the streets, likely all cannibalized into Tinkertech -- it's a desolate area.
<Antioch|GM> 20:57 <~Antioch|GM> Most commercial buildings appear to have been broken into. A gas station's been outright dismantled.
<Antioch|GM> 20:57 <~Antioch|GM> "Looks like we're here," Feral drawls. ||
<Antioch|GM> 20:59 <SCG|Gigawatt> "Let's do this shit." ||
<Antioch|GM> ...
<Antioch|GM> "Couple of ways we could do this," Feral says.
<Antioch|GM> "We park the car out here, see if any moron tries to roll up and chopshop it, or we cruise until we see something worth getting out of the car for. What're you feeling?" ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> She chuckles.
<SomeCrazyGuy> "Let's wait for the moron." She checks the roof, seeing if there's any exposed metal on the interior of the car.  ||
<Antioch|GM> The interior of the car looks pretty well-insulated, at least from where she's sitting. What's under the hood might be a different question -- she still remembers the van she blew up, after all.
<Antioch|GM> Feral finds a place to park, next to the curb of an empty convenience store.
<Antioch|GM> "You take the roof, I take the building?" ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> "Why don't I hide in the trunk? Give me a signal when the eventual idiot gets to work, and I'll pop out and make quick work out of 'em." ||
<Antioch|GM> She shrugs. "If you're sure," she replies. "I'll send a text when we need you to bust out, then?" ||
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<SomeCrazyGuy> She nods. She rummages around until she finds something to keep the trunk from latching, before climbing in and pulling it shut. ||
<Antioch|GM> It's a new enough model that there's actually a glow-in-the-dark pull tab to let her out of the trunk as she pleases. Convenient, although not being aware of anything that's going on around her and having to sit and wait for who knows how long isn't as pleasant.
<Antioch|GM> It's a little cold -- the trunk isn't as well-insulated as the rest of the car, and the fact that a lot of her skintight costume is metal doesn't seem quite as handy in the present circumstance. ||
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<SomeCrazyGuy> /
<SomeCrazyGuy> ||
<Antioch|GM> The car shifts slightly, and she's able to hear the 'vwrrrt, vwrrrt' of an electric wrench working at the bolts holding one of the tires in place.
<Antioch|GM> Her phone vibrates, too, receiving a text message. ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> She pops out and zaps. ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Attack roll))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((acc count?))
<Antioch|GM> ((Yep.))
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<SomeCrazyGuy> ((sorry for the wait fam))
<SomeCrazyGuy> $roll 3d6
<[ATM]> SomeCrazyGuy [4] [5] [6]  = 15
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6x2 MBD
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "MBD" [6]  = 6  ::  [6]  = 6
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((ATTACKER WIN FAMBO))
<Antioch|GM> Two small robots, about knee-high, are removing the rear left tire from the car. They dive to the ground as electricity assaults them, but being made of metal, the evasion proves to be ineffective. The tire, already moved, rolls off towards the street.
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<Antioch|GM> They're knocked to the ground, still crackling with residual energy. Aside from that, the surroundings are absent of interlopers. ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> She belatedly checks her text. ||
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<Antioch|GM> "just fucking do it im bored," the text says. ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> She sends her a quick text. "Just come over here you spazzzzzz" ||
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<Antioch|GM> https://www.irccloud.com/pastebin/FJrOgID6/
<Antioch|GM> Feral walks out of the convenience store, kicking at the downed minibots.
<Antioch|GM> "Whatever," she says, "maybe someone will come by to check out what happened to them. Let's go get our fucking tire back." ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Awareness))
<SomeCrazyGuy> $roll 1d6 havingawarenessisforfuckingpussiesYOLO
<[ATM]> SomeCrazyGuy "havingawarenessisforfuckingpussiesYOLO" [3]  = 3
<Antioch|GM> Feral goes to pick up the tire and fumble with putting it back on. It's a slow process, even with the kit in the back. Unfortunate that the robots' electronic wrench had shorted out. Midway through, Gigawatt hears the thrum of engines approaching. ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> "Hide!" She hisses at Feral, before hiding in the trunk again. ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Awareness))
<SomeCrazyGuy> $roll 1d6 havingawarenessisforfuckingpussiesYOLO
<[ATM]> SomeCrazyGuy "havingawarenessisforfuckingpussiesYOLO" [4]  = 4
<Antioch|GM> The engines pull up to the car and cut off.
<Antioch|GM> "Get out," a voice says. "You honestly don't think I'm stupid enough to believe these robots shorted out by themselves, right?" ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> She jumps out and gives 'em the ol' trunkerooni. ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Roll Aim. -1 to roll, due to range penalty.))
<SomeCrazyGuy> $roll 3h6-1
<[ATM]> SomeCrazyGuy [6] (3) (5) -1 = 5
<Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6+1 GD
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "GD" [4] (2) +1 = 5
<Antioch|GM> $moderate shock
<[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 3] Scattered: Subject is KNOCKED DOWN and DISARMED.  If recently shocked, roll 2d4 Dex checks, with each failure casting an item aside (items land within 10’, 5’ for heavier items), starting with held items, then belt, then backpack.  Requires 4+.
<Antioch|GM> The Tinker at the forefront of the group catches a bolt to the chest, getting thrown back into the asphalt.
<Antioch|GM> "I see how it is," he says. "No diplomacy, no discussions. Just outright attack, when we haven't done anything to you."
<Antioch|GM> "You're the one who killed Mortal Lock, aren't you? I suppose it's to be expected." ||
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<SomeCrazyGuy> "You tried to steal our fucking tire, asshole." She says flatly.
<SomeCrazyGuy> "Now that we've gotten parting shots out of the way, we can talk." ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Social))
<SomeCrazyGuy> (s(he says it with her hands on her hips, leaning over a bit))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((ROLLING TO SEDUCE))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((subterfuge pls))
<Antioch|GM> ((Doesn't really work with what you're saying, nor the situation at hand.))
<Antioch|GM> ((Also, that's Charm, not Subterfuge. You picked the skill before Charm came out, so you can change it, but it won't apply here either way.))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((wowww ok))
<SomeCrazyGuy> $roll 1d6 stopchangingthefuckingskillsyoudicks
<[ATM]> SomeCrazyGuy "stopchangingthefuckingskillsyoudicks" [4]  = 4
<Antioch|GM> "Okay, A," the Tinker says, picking himself off the ground and raising a finger, "those robots are autonomous patrols set to scavenge. B, they're not even my fucking robots." ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> She grimaces.
<SomeCrazyGuy> "Mortal Locks'?" ||
<Antioch|GM> "The fuck are you talking about? He's dead, you of all people should know." ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> "Wouldn't be the first time someone's work outlived them."
<SomeCrazyGuy> She tilts her head a bit. "If they aren't your drones, why do you give a damn?" ||
<Antioch|GM> "I make it my business to know what's going around here," he says. "If the Protectorate's sending you, it must mean diplomacy's out of the question."
<Antioch|GM> "That ain't necessarily the case," Feral says, stepping out of the convenience store. The Tinker doesn't look too surprised.
<Antioch|GM> "We can talk, if you want. It's just a matter of carrot and stick, feel me?"
<Antioch|GM> She gestures to Gigawatt as she says 'stick'. ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> Gigawatt blows him a kiss. "Let's talk, hon'" ||
<Antioch|GM> "'Let's talk, hon,' says the person who approaches negotiations by shooting someone straight off the bat. I'm not feeling especially talkative at the moment." ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> "Oh no, I guess he doesn't want to see the carrot, Feral." She pouts. ||
<Antioch|GM> "That's a good suggestion. Don't bother trying to show me what incentives you have. I'll refuse them on principle." ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> "How about one of Hero's broken laser-guns?" She smirks at the man. ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((subterfuge, or whatever the lying ass liar skill is?))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((Antioch|GM pls))
<Antioch|GM> ((mfw you're bitching about my response time when it took you 20 minutes to post nothing and do a double-bar))
<Antioch|GM> ((That'd be Deception. You should pick now, if you're wanting to go with Charm or Deception.))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((DECEPTICON, and sorry fam, im working within constraints you don't have to.))
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<Antioch|GM> ((2h6, then))
<SomeCrazyGuy> $roll 2h6
<[ATM]> SomeCrazyGuy (3) [5]  = 5
<Antioch|GM> "Counteroffer: fuck off or die." ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> She drops the smirk and goes serious.
<SomeCrazyGuy> "You have about 5 seconds to get your shit and get out of here."
<SomeCrazyGuy> ||
<Antioch|GM> "Funny, I was about to say the same thing," he replies, lobbing a spherical device at the car. ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> She depends on Feral to shield her, pumping a shock into the man. ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Aim))
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 FA
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "FA" [4] +1 = 5
<SomeCrazyGuy> $roll 3h6
<[ATM]> SomeCrazyGuy (1) [3] (1)  = 3
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((wewww))
<Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6+1 GD
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "GD" (3) [6] +1 = 7
<Antioch|GM> $lesser burn
<[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 1] Smouldering: Deals no damage if target is covered up.  Lesser wound.
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((HAHAHAHA))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((TFW COVERED))
<Antioch|GM> Some errant flame from the device scorches her uniform, while Feral takes the brunt of the incineration, shielding the car from the worst of it.
<Antioch|GM> Another cape in power armor, at the rear of the group and taciturn thus far, ejects a hovering, metallic-grey liquid from both shoulders, and it hovers above him, forming individual globs.
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((interrupt with shock?))
<Antioch|GM> ((You would need Tactics for that, as well as give up your attack action.))
<Antioch|GM> The Tinker that's been speaking this whole time sprints for the car, taking cover behind the chassis, his bodysuit beginning to coat itself in a black, tarry fluid.
<Antioch|GM> Feral moves to intercept him.
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 FS
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "FS" [6] +1 = 7
<Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6+1 GD
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "GD" (1) [6] +1 = 7
<Antioch|GM> She tackles him into a hug, sending them both tumbling onto the ground a ways from the car. ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> She sends a bolt at the cloud and the tinker, hoping to hit both. ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Cloud?))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((the individual glob shit, biggest pile in the direction of the tinker))
<Antioch|GM> ((Aim))
<SomeCrazyGuy> $roll 3h6
<[ATM]> SomeCrazyGuy (2) [6] (1)  = 6
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((that's a +1 right?))
<Antioch|GM> ((Yeah, iirc.))
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+3 GGB
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "GGB" [3] +3 = 6
<Antioch|GM> The clump of metal blobs drifts forward to interpose the attack, only mitigating a portion of it.
<Antioch|GM> $moderate shock
<[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 4] Nearby terrain and one piece of equipment are damaged (roll for location).  Suffer a lesser wound appropriate to the nature of the terrain, in addition to any other effects (falling objects, pinned, etc.).  If recently shocked, get KNOCKED DOWN as well.
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6 location
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "location" [1]  = 1
<Antioch|GM> From beneath the leg plating on his upper thigh, smoke rises, and the ground cracks under his feet.
<Antioch|GM> ((Lesser wound, no effect, due to armor.))
<Antioch|GM> The large clump of metal dances with a charge of electricity that can't be grounded as it hovers.
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<Antioch|GM> The other Tinker sets himself on fire, dark tar on his suit igniting easily. Feral doesn't flinch or let go.
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 GGE
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "GGE" [6] +1 = 7
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6 FGC
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "FGC" [2]  = 2
<Antioch|GM> He's able to break out of Feral's grip, however, leveling a heavy pistol with steel wires coiling up to his backpack at her.
<Antioch|GM> It coats her with a thick, viscous glob of tar.
<Antioch|GM> The metal-glob Tinker, meanwhile, has molded two of his globs into thin, metallic skewers – he launches them at Gigawatt.
<Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6+1x2 GGB
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "GGB" [5] (3) +1 = 6  ::  (4) [6] +1 = 7
<Antioch|GM> ((Dodge))
<Antioch|GM> ((3 stacks of Shattered Chains, btw))
<SomeCrazyGuy> $roll 1d6+1 doge
<[ATM]> SomeCrazyGuy "doge" [2] +1 = 3
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((wish i could've shocked it instead))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((but i had to doge))
<Antioch|GM> $lesser pierce
<[ATM]> [Torso] [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.
<Antioch|GM> $lesser pierce
<[ATM]> [Arm] [Any 2] Pierced: No special effect.
<Antioch|GM> One of the needles remains impaled in her gut. It stings, but the pain is negligible. Something that can be ignored in the heat of combat. ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> She roars, sending more bolts at the fucker. ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Aim, again))
<Antioch|GM> ((No die bonus this time))
<Antioch|GM> ((Since you're under attack))
<SomeCrazyGuy> $roll 1d6+1
<[ATM]> SomeCrazyGuy [3] +1 = 4
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+3 GGB
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "GGB" [3] +3 = 6
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((jfc this dudes rolls))
<Antioch|GM> The Tinker's assembled sufficient defenses to block the entirety of the lightning attack, and retaliates by slinging more liquid metal at her.
<Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6+2x2 GGHB
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "GGHB" (2) [4] +2 = 6  ::  [1] (1) +2 = 3
<Antioch|GM> ((Dodge))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((rolling -towards- this guy))
<SomeCrazyGuy> $roll 1d6+1
<[ATM]> SomeCrazyGuy [1] +1 = 2
<Antioch|GM> $lesser bash
<[ATM]> [Arm] [Any 3] Crushed: Two temporary lesser wounds, can bypass one layer of armor with the first to deliver the second.  The target heals one of the temporary wounds at the end of the next round and the round following it.
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((hold up))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((do i get a bonus from my fucking mover shit))
<SomeCrazyGuy> (( I'd rather have done that then doge but you keep giving me orders))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((than*))
<Antioch|GM> ((Running at him, then, not attempting to dodge?))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((yeah just fucking going to tackle the motherfucker))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((holding arms forward instead, since they're fucking electrified))
<Antioch|GM> Gigawatt meets the incoming metal bullets head-on, trying to blitz past them to tackle the Tinker outright, using her arms in a cross-guard to try and mitigate the impact.
<Antioch|GM> ((I'll use your Dodge roll as the Ath roll result, roll Withstand for me))
<SomeCrazyGuy> $roll 1d6 rekt
<[ATM]> SomeCrazyGuy "rekt" [6]  = 6
<Antioch|GM> She's able to block the metallic glop but not force her way through it, and they seem to chase her down, homing towards the sliver that's embedded in her stomach. It's like receiving a sucker-punch, even though her block did away with the worst of it.
<Antioch|GM> $lesser bash torso
<[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 3] Crushed: Two temporary lesser wounds, can bypass one layer of armor with the first to deliver the second.  The target heals one of the temporary wounds at the end of the next round and the round following it.
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((fucking kek))
<Antioch|GM> The Tinker backs away as she wheezes for air, momentarily extremely winded, her rush towards him cut short by her impact. She feels drained, as well, getting to the point where she needs to take a breather to recharge or force out more lightning from her dregs.
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((has she reached that glorious stage of intangibility?))
<Antioch|GM> ((Armor down, two lesser wounds, one remaining 'healthy' wound.))
<Antioch|GM> ((Would be one more, but you're out of stamina.))
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 FB
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "FB" [5] +1 = 6
<Antioch|GM> Feral struggles against the tar that's holding her down, pulling herself free, while the Tinker that trapped her there fires the same stream of gunk.
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6 GG
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "GG" [5]  = 5
<Antioch|GM> ((Dodge or Withstand, but you've expended your reactionary movement this round already.))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((doge))
<SomeCrazyGuy> $roll 1d6+1 doge damn it
<[ATM]> SomeCrazyGuy "doge damn it" [1] +1 = 2
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((fc these rolls are shit))
<Antioch|GM> The tar-like substance coats her body from the waist down. It's incredibly tacky and difficult to pull away from, even discounting the exhaustion she's feeling from firing off her power multiple times.
<Antioch|GM> "Stand down, both of you," he says, "or I light her up like a birthday candle." ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((How many shocks have I done? P. Sure it's 4, one away from intangible.))
<Antioch|GM> ((Yep. You're on four, which means you also have 0 stamina.))
<SomeCrazyGuy> She sends another shock at the tinker, jumping forward as she does so, hoping to go intangible before the shit burns her up. ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> $roll 1d6+1 STAM
<[ATM]> SomeCrazyGuy "STAM" [2] +1 = 3
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((fucked by terrible rolls again, thanks cashy.))
<Antioch|GM> She can't conjure up the strength to fire off another bolt, and the Tinker seems to take it as her acquiescence.
<Antioch|GM> "Good," the tar Tinker says. "G.G., can you set up countermeasures?"
<Antioch|GM> "Roger that," the other Tinker replies.
<Antioch|GM> More of the liquid metal envelops Gigawatt, pinning her arms to her side, cold and odd to the touch.
<Antioch|GM> "Now I'm in more of a mood for negotiations," the tar Tinker says. ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> "Suck a fat dick." ||
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<Antioch|GM> "Let's not forget who's covered in an extremely flammable substance, here." ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> "Set me on fire if you want a fucking kill order. Otherwise, fuck off. Backup is on the way." ||
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<Antioch|GM> "Big words. So, what is it, only you're allowed to kill people, high and mighty Protectorate hero?"
<Antioch|GM> "Not an inch, Feral, or she burns," he adds, wiggling his pistol at the other hero.
<SomeCrazyGuy> She laughs.
<Antioch|GM> Meanwhile, G.G. erects three thin metal spikes, ramming them into the ground in a rough triangle around where Gigawatt is trapped. ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> "You fucking idiots still harping on about that? Those blasts weren't supposed to be lethal. The man had his suit hooked into his goddamn spine. He got killed by his own shitty tech shorting out, not me." ||
<Antioch|GM> "Lucky for you we're a little nicer than that. Here's our deal, Feral."
<Antioch|GM> "What did you want, coming into this? Were you looking to strike an arrangement or pick a fight?"
<Antioch|GM> "More in the mood for a fight, m'self," she replies, shooting him a glare. ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> "Do what you feel. If I burn, at least I know you're gonna get fire and brimstone afterwards." ||
<Antioch|GM> "We can deal now, on our terms. You're not pointing a loaded gun at my head anymore."
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<Antioch|GM> "So lay it on me. What is it that you're doing here, what is it that you want?" ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> "Fuck off." ||
<Antioch|GM> "Boo fucking hoo, I somehow didn't kill the guy I was trying to electrocute and now I'm not having fun anymore." ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> She laughs.
<SomeCrazyGuy> "Those bolts weren't at lethal strength, unless you don't know how to build a fucking suit."
<SomeCrazyGuy> "I've been holding back since I started, but you think I'm just a killer. Wrong. I just don't think you have the fucking stones to kill me." ||
<Antioch|GM> "Mmm. Whatever you say."
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<Antioch|GM> "So, Feral. Here's my offer. I'd like her off the table, for any and all future interactions with the Protectorate."
<Antioch|GM> "I'll give you all the info we have on the Tinkers here. Even me and G.G., since I'm feeling generous. Hideouts, resource shortages, the works."
<Antioch|GM> "Off the table?" Feral says, suspicious. ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> She leaps at the closest enemy, going for a bearhug, or at least an end to the discussion. ||
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<Antioch|GM> ((Brawn))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((look at weaverdice famalam))
<Antioch|GM> She's pinned down by tar and metal alike, but manages to wrench both her hands out of the mess. ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((are her hands within the metal circle?))
<Antioch|GM> ((The triangle? Yes.))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((Here's hoping he misjudged how I work.))
<SomeCrazyGuy> She sends a bolt at the smokey fire bitch, full fucking strength. ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Stamina replenished. 2 stacks of shattered chains. Double power?))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((Fuck yes.))
<Antioch|GM> ((Aim, bonus dice apply.))
<Antioch|GM> $roll 3h6+1 LRG
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "LRG" (2) [6] (5) +1 = 7
<Antioch|GM> The cage of spikes grounds the charge, but she keeps pushing, giving it her all. The lightningrod shatters, sending shrapnel everywhere, but the charge dissipates before it reaches her target.
<Antioch|GM> "Point taken," he says, "you were holding back."
<Antioch|GM> "G.G., shore this up, will you?"
<Antioch|GM> Feral makes a break for one of the spikes, ripping it out of the ground and interposing herself between the fire Tinker and Gigawatt.
<Antioch|GM> "Seriously?" the Tinker sighs, spitting flames from a wrist-mounted nozzle at the two.
<Antioch|GM> "Hurry the fuck up and get yourself unstuck," Feral hisses loudly.
<Antioch|GM> ||
<SomeCrazyGuy> Gigawatt goes for another bolt at the closest enemy. Nonlethal. ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Aim, no bonus dice))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((rolled in weaverdice if you didn't see. result is 3.))
<Antioch|GM> The sole remaining lightningrod takes the charge and blows up, but having diverted her attention to offense rather than escaping the tar, Feral can only block so much of the flamethrower and the gunk holding her down begins to ignite.
<Antioch|GM> $lesser burn
<[ATM]> [Arm] [Any 3] Blistered: Additional lesser wound if not covered up.
<Antioch|GM> ((3 lesser wounds, DC3 Guts check to stay conscious))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((didn't one disappear))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((also, armor?))
<Antioch|GM> ((Your armor's down, and I've accounted for the one that disappeared))
<Antioch|GM> Between the choking fumes and the building heat, Gigawatt blacks out.
<Antioch|GM> |||
<Antioch|GM> ...
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<Antioch|GM> She comes to, some amount of time later, still in the same place, securely pinned down in a cocooned shell of metal.
<Antioch|GM> Feral is similarly trapped. The metal flexes with her struggles, but doesn't give way.
<Antioch|GM> "We'll deactivate the metal automatically after G.G.'s a sufficient distance away from us," the fire Tinker says.
<SomeCrazyGuy> (GG?))
<Antioch|GM> She realizes her mouth is gagged, metal covering it.
<Antioch|GM> ((G.G. is the metal blob tinker.))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((don't bother giving me an action until she's shot enough bolts off that she can wreck these guys via intangible bullshit xD))
* FosSupper is now known as FossilLord
<Antioch|GM> Struggling against her bindings, she tries to fire off bolts of electricity, trying to shed her human form to shift into intangibility.
<Antioch|GM> After a few tries, it becomes clear that every bolt she fires off only drains her of energy. Nothing's accumulating into her body to catalyze the transformation.
<Antioch|GM> "... you're free to go," the fire Tinker says, "once he does."
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<Antioch|GM> "This way, we don't need to worry about your lot siccing your mad dog on us."
<Antioch|GM> G.G. hefts the briefcase of Forgemaster after inspecting the car, taking it out.
<Antioch|GM> "Looks like this was the bribe," he says. "Good bribe."
<Antioch|GM> "And, just to sweeten the pot, I'm coming over to PHQ to deliver the intel myself. You can even hang onto me for the time being. Collateral, you see. A promise that you'll get her back once my group gets what they're here for."
<Antioch|GM> The fire Tinker continues rambling at Feral while she struggles against her bindings.
<Antioch|GM> "Sounded like a 'sweet deal, I accept' to me," he says. "Crazy how generous I'm being, right?"
<Antioch|GM> "G.G., take her away, if you would?"
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((so, just to be clear, I can't even shock myself to get shit all over me, my power does -not- work by creating ionized trails that should be more conductive than metal rods, and my breaker form is entirely dependent on energy not being absorbed? I'm legitimately confused at this point.))
<Antioch|GM> ((G.G.'s metal goop is actively draining you right now. In other circumstances, you could be OK, but the energy that would kick off your transformation is getting leeched off.))
<SomeCrazyGuy> ((she's going full bore lethal mode to try to overload then, if that doesn't work sure, I'm effectively stumped. ||
<Antioch|GM> The Tinker obliges, and her cocoon begins to hover. She can faintly see a tether attaching her to a blocky apparatus on his back.
<Antioch|GM> "Since I'm bringing you, we'll have to walk the whole way," the quiet G.G. says. "No biggie. You just charged my suit for about a day and a half's worth."
<Antioch|GM> She hovers along, trailing behind him like a weird, oblong balloon, incapable of screaming, incapable of  forcing her out with brute force.
<Antioch|GM> **her way out
<Antioch|GM> He walks further away from Cleveland, and she follows.
<Antioch|GM> ((Gigawatt is taken prisoner by Greaser (the fire Tinker's group), and will be unplayable until she is freed or the Protectorate mounts a rescue attempt.))
<Antioch|GM> ||||
* Antioch|GM is now known as Antioch
<Antioch> ((Greaser is the fire Tinker. My bad.))
<SomeCrazyGuy> K E K
<Antioch> $roll 1d6+1
<[ATM]> Antioch [2] +1 = 3