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GM: Cyrrius
Players: Chiron, Eshe, Sassori.
Synopsis: Mile High Club members arrive looking for a doc to heal a bullet wound. The gang members that were involved show up shortly after and it gets ugly.
Date: Feb 13th, 2086
Chiron is having a meal break at the Souk food carts, having had a smiling exchange with the Thai gentleman who makes real good soup. Sitting at one of the tables he has his pocket secretary out to take notes on "So each implant that needs to be modified needs its own individual plan and if its something with a lot of fiddly components like a tricked out set of eyes or a smart link that adds a level of complication. I can still do it but it will probably take longer to be careful and precise about. I'm sure you'll find my rates quite competitive though not always cheap, you can ask Cyrrius how it goes."
"Most of what I have is already at least Alphaware." Sassori explains to Chiron, she doesn't have soup herself, just a drink of some sort with a lid and a straw so it's probably not even a hot drink. "I have been building up a nest egg as I know it will be quite expensive." She lounges in her chair, legs crossed at the knee and the foot in the air bounces slightly. "Unfortunately, there are no records of my previous work to draw upon but I can give you a quick rundown."
Sassori takes a drink through her straw, "I have a dermal lattice sheathing my body, but it is the lightest model. Plastic Bone Lacing, Electronic vision magnification and flare compensation, but my eyes are flesh and blood which I do not wish to have replaced. I also have a full smartlink-2 package and a second induction pad in my non-dominant hand." She holds up her left hand and finger wiggles. "I have cyberears, with a dampener, hearing aplification, and top ofthe line select sound filter. I also have two handblades, one in each hand. Those are going to be tricky to replace as I will need to get the new ones dikote'd as well."
She turns from watching the passersby to focus on Chiron, "I assume you will need a comprehensive list of my bioware as well?"
A small dryad appears, not from nowhere, but below the eyeline of most of the tables, being 3' tall around normal sized folks has its advantages, and disadvantages. Like, when she eyes the seat she'll have to climb into if she wants to interupt, and she does. "Wow Miss Sassori, that's a lot of stuff! I knew you were impressive, but wow, you're amazing!" She beams a smile upwards, stepping up to where the red oni's leg bounces, "Hey, sorry though if this is a private conversation… I mean I know it is already, but I'm kinda desperate. Do you guys know of a decker or hacker or something? Hey Chiron!" She offers, waving to the man as well as Sassori.
There's a disturbance in the flow of foot traffic at the edge of the market place, causing people to shift their path and creating some chatter in the crowd. Then out a gap in the people comes Kylie Rainleaf and Hugh Carnelosa. He is supporting her, half carrying and half dragging her with her arm wrapped over his neck. If that wasn't enough of a sign of something being wrong, there's also the dark wet patch leaking down her black shirt and staining her jeans red where it meets them. Her expression is half pained, half embarrassed. Hugh is way more on the angry and agitated side. His head sweeps around the room as he barges in, until he locks in on the doc. "Hey! Little help here?"
Chiron nods at Sassori and enjoys his soup as she explains "Oh yes. But when I get you in for the full set of baseline scans it will give an inventory." Then he opens his mouth to answer Eshe and was almost going to say something as suddenly an emergency appears, standing up and offering his soup cup to Sassori he beckons Hugh to bring Kylie over "Here, on the table. When did this happen?"
Sassori snaps her fingers, "Oh, I forgot to mention the two supplemental smartlink chips I-" Sassori gets cut off by the arrival of Eshe and she opens her mouth to say something to the Dryad, perhaps about the barging in, or maybe about the decker issue when there is yet another distraction and she is suddenly holding a bowl of soup and people are being carried in to be placed on a table.
One she recognizes. One she does not. Given the situation though she judges it probable that the man is not a hostile combatant. The bridge of her nose scrunches a little as the Oni frowns and setting the bowl of soup down she does not go to assist the doctor, where she would likely be in the way, but instead goes to the nearest window to look outside to see if trouble followed the wounded Fixer.
"Eshe, do you have magic that can detect hostile intentions?" Sassori asks the Dryad, "Or a healing spell if you don't?" Peeeeeer.
"Nope and yes!" Eshe offers pushing a chair aside to offer more room for Hugh to get through with the wounded elf, "And don't worry, these guys are good! Dunno if that's what you meant though." Having moved the chair, the little Dryad starts climbing onto it so she can get herself into a position to see the damage, and when she reaches the edge, she smiles, "Hey Miss Kylie, what'cha gone done to yourself?"
«OOC» Cyrrius says, "Want to make a Biotech roll just to gauge the severity? Roll it open, rolls can stand but the TN drops the closer the exam is."
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«Auto-Judge[]» Chiron (#13400) rolls Biotech:
1 1 1 4 7 11
Just from a glance, a trained biotech can tell she's hurt pretty bad. Lower chest, right side, and she's been leaking from a puncture for at least a few minutes by now. She has her right hand pressed over the wound as Hugh hauls her forward, applying pressure but there's no bandage there yet. She offers a weak smile, and flecks of blood on her teeth indicate internal damage to the lungs or digestive tract. "Would you believe I fell down some stairs?"
Hugh rolls his eyes as he sets her up onto the indicated table and shoves her down in front of the doc. Nicely shoves though, kind of.
There's no sign of pursuit, yet. But if they were followed it's hard to say what kind of lead they had, and sightlines here are blocked by the large number of people in the Souk market at lunch time.
Chiron nods and grabs his bag, fishing out the medkit and summarily taking a blade to cut away the shirt from over the wound, tugging it out from under the hand "So recent enough then." Then he nods to Eshe "I'll try first alright?" And he holds his hands over the wound chanting softly "Vitalitas a Voluntate Imbuta."
Before you start that, would she survive getting to a more defensible position?" Sassori asks with a frown as she looks how many people there are milling about, even in winter. Do these people not have homes?! Well, maybe not for some of them. "There are a lot of people who will get caught in the crossfire if her… fall… decides to come knock her down again."
Somehow Sassori manages to say that with a deadpan tone and not smile in the slightest. In case things should take a turn for the worst, she looks around for any sort of defensible position, even a low corner wall or something that the wounded and doctor could take cover behind would at least be something.
«OOC» Cyrrius says, "Her essence is 3.5, BGC here is 1."
«OOC» Chiron says, "Okay and that means my centering diff is 8 - 2 (my grade)"
«Auto-Judge[]» Chiron (#13400) rolls Centering vs TN 6:
1 4 4 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Chiron (#13400) rolls Centering - 1 vs TN 6 for "1/13kp spent":
2 7 10 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Chiron says, "that gets my TN down to 7"
«OOC» Chiron says, "casting at force 5"
«Auto-Judge[]» Chiron (#13400) rolls Sorcery + Spell Pool: 4 vs TN 7:
1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 5 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Chiron (#13400) rolls Sorcery + Spell Pool: 4 - 1 vs TN 7 for "2/13kp spent":
1 1 1 1 2 3 5 5 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Chiron (#13400) rolls Sorcery + Spell Pool: 4 - 2 vs TN 7 for "4/13kp spent":
1 2 3 3 3 4 4 8 = 1 Success
«OOC» Chiron says, "Drain is 2S"
«Auto-Judge[]» Chiron (#13400) rolls Willpower + Spell Pool: 2 vs TN 2:
1 1 2 4 5 5 8 8 = 6 Successes
«OOC» Cyrrius says, "And for the record, that's 6 boxes of wound cut to 3, which helps a ton in recovery. Chiron needs to sustain for 7 rounds though, or the wound reopens."
"No." Eshe replies with a little beaming smile, "But then again, it's none of my business, sooo… stairs it is." She climbs up onto the table itself then, kneeling besides Kylie so she can offer her a hand to hold and perhaps some comfort. To Chiron, she nods, "Yessir." Short, sharp, to the point, to Sassori… "Don't think we got time for that, perhaps once we have her stable we can, but I don't like the look of this and, well, we're here and that's the end of it. Anyone coming for her has to go through us. Now…" This is more to anyone around, "Tea towels, clean, nothing that can fall apart once blood comes into contact, no napkins or paper, we need badanges, but we can get tea towels."
Kylie groans in pain as the magic forces her body to heal rapidly. Better out than in, though! Speaking of which, the process pushes an ugly metal slug out of the hole in her skin before it closes up. It's a big and misshapen chunk of metal, lead in a copper jacket. (Gun or forensics related skills may tell you something here.) Hugh stands nearby, hands flexing nervously. He's got some blood on him too, but it looks to just be hers. There are more murmurs coming from the crowd in the same direction the Mile Highers came from, so you're probably about to have company?
The area's no fortress, but there is a bricked up barbecue pit that can offer some cover for the defensively minded.
Chiron nods as the spell starts glowing into Kylie "I have to hold this." nodding in the direction of the on coming commotion "If you all could hold them. Not you Kylie, Stay still."
«Auto-Judge[]» Sassori (#14046) rolls Pistols for "+2 TN or +4 TN, dunno, let's see if I'm smart enough to recognize it.":
1 2 4 5 5 10
«OOC» Cyrrius says, "I was going to say a Firearms Background skill, assumed at skill -3 as per SR3 p 90. But Sassori already rolled and did well, so I'll count that."
You paged Sassori with 'Not APDS, just standard FMJ ball ammo. But from a big rifle, looks like a 7.62/.308 bullet. And it's all flattened on once side, which means it bounced off something hard before hitting her. She's got an armor jacket on that it punched through, but it didn't do that. Probably a ricochet?'.
"Eshe, if you are not armored try to not be noticed." Sassori asks the dryad and she pulls one of her pistols from a shoulder holster and starts attaching a silencer to it. "Hurt or not, you should move her over there, in the pit if possible to have a barrier on all sides. Stay low hai?" That's her advice anyway.
Sassori starts to walk through the crowd /towards/ the commotion rather than away from it. In the process she slips her arms into the sleeves of her longcoat, not wanting it to fall off in the likely ensuing fracas, or get pulled off.
On her way she starts humming a Japanese nursery rhyme to herself, that, if anyone was familiar made things like Demons eating children sound fun, sort of like ring-around-the-posie made the Black Plague child friendly.
Eshe Shapeshifting:
«OOC» Eshe says, "Half body of leopard 2, equal body with Eshe +0, BG +1."
«Auto-Judge[]» Eshe (#11263) rolls Sorcery + Spell Pool: 5 vs TN 3:
1 1 1 2 3 4 4 5 8 9 10 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Eshe (#11263) rolls Willpower vs TN 2:
1 1 2 3 5 11 = 4 Successes
People move out of the way faster this time as newcomers stalk into the scene. Six of them, all elves. In matching cool looking black jackets with chrome trim. Looks like a gang? (Roll dem knowskills if you got 'em.) They're armed, carrying swords in back sheathes, a couple with big sporting rifles and a couple with Ingram Smartguns. They are carrying them, but not aiming them, yet. One on the flank says something to what looks like the leader and points, but at Hugh rather than anyone else. They do come to a stop as they see the big oni striding their way though, spreading out behind one one leading the small band. She's got a Predator in her hand, and a confused look coming onto her face as she takes in the developing situation. "Who the fuc- Are you with him?"
The little red haired Dryad turns to glare at the newcomers with narrowed eyes. Yes there's 6 of them, no she doesn't care. "She's a patient now, so if you want her you'll have to go through me." It's probably less than intimidating coming from a 3' tall girl in a green dress, but might carry a little more weight as she leaps from said table onto the ground beside Sassori, landing as a rather angry looking Leopard, complete with irritated swishing tail.
«Auto-Judge[]» Chiron (#13400) rolls Intelligence:
1 3 4 4 4 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Eshe (#11263) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 2 3 3
<Auto-Judge[]» Sassori (#14046) rolls Intelligence for "Default on unknown identification, since they def ain't yakuza.":
1 2 2 3 3 4 10
You paged Sassori with 'You're not one hundred percent sure the details, but those colors and patches are from one of the elf gangs in the Tir Llewn area. Which is in the direction everyone came from, past the warzone.'.
Chiron is going to be moving carefully into cover with Kylie, probably with Hugh helping her move as his spell works, frowning at the approaching gang members "Be sure this is worth it. It won't end how you hope."
Sassori glances over her shoulder at Hugh, "Hmmm? No, I have never seen him before in my life, or the cat, and I am quite single." Sassori offers with a soft friendly smile towards the apparent leader as she tries to nudge a leopard(?!) away with a foot so that they aren't both easily picked up with automatic fire from SMG's and try to keep up the act. "Are you busy tonight? I know a nice place we could get a bite to eat, some drinks, perhaps get to know each other better?" Red eyes glance over the other elves and places her hands behind her back to keep pistol, and the hand-blade she pops out of her free hand hidden for the time being.
"Just you though, if you do not mind hai? While pretty, I am afraid you boys do not have the proper equipment to satiate my …" She pauses, "Hunger." Sassori says apologetically to the other elven gang members, she isn't sure, they aren't Yakuza which means she doesn't really care all to much. Warrens politics is not her bag (but she's hoping they don't conflate Oni with Orc given their rarity) and while she keeps them in the peripheral her attention seems mostly focused on the leader as she attempts to sow some confusion in the enemy ranks or get a date.
Hard to tell.
«Auto-Judge[]» Sassori (#14046) rolls Etiquette (Street) for "Cuz this is all I could think might work other than a raw charisma roll?":
1 2 3
Eshe is nudged away, and begins stalking to the right of the group ahead of her, not enough to flank, but definitely to keep herself between the gang and the moving of Kylie, if nothing else, they will literally have to go through her to get through to melee. For now, given no weapons have been drawn, she holds herself sideways to the gang, obviously vulnerable, but a clear obstacle to get through.
«Auto-Judge[]» Eshe (#11263) rolls Charisma: (For intimidation)
1 3 4 5 11 11
The gang leader hesitates. Because what the fuck, really? The weird red lady is one thing, what hunger? But the leopard has the hair standing up on the back of her neck. And that's even before she remembers that it was some little girl a moment ago, which means magician. That's worse. She takes a step back from the big kitty, then shakes her head and summons some indignation and anger back to her expression. "You know what, nevermind. We're just here for him. The little slag owes us some blood."
She gestures at Hugh, then waves her hand back at one of her companions, who on a second look has a crude cloth bandage tied on his head over his eye, with fresh blood leaking down from under it.
Chiron sighs as they persist "I see. You've made your position clear, now lets see if you can enforce it." then to Sassori "Try not to have too much fun."
Ganger Game Stats
Silver Thorn Gang Member [elf] ( +theme gang warrens SILVERTHORN)
Named Individuals: Rosie Danlion
B4 Q6 S4 I3 W4 C4, CP: 6 Init: 2d6+5 Armor: 5/3 (Armor Jacket) KP/Prof Rating: 2/2
Active: Edged Weapons 4, Etiquette 2, Pistols/Rifle/SMG 4, Stealth 3, Unarmed Combat 3
Know: Aurora Area Knowledge,
Cyber: Boosted Reflexes 2, Smartlink,
Weapons:
Knife (4L)
Katana (Reach 1, 7M)
Ares Predator 2 (15(c) , SA, 9M)
Remington 950 (5(m), SA, 9S, External Smartlink) [1 in 3]
Ingram Smartgun (32(c), BF/FA, 7M, RC 2(3)) [1 in 3]
============================> Initiative Listing <=============================
Combatant Name…………….. P1(B) P2(-10) P3(-20) P4(-30) P5(-40)
Sassori…………………… 19 9 — — —
Rosie…………………….. 14 4 — — —
Goon1…………………….. 13 3 — — —
Eshe……………………… 12 2 — — —
Goon2…………………….. 12 2 — — —
Goon3…………………….. 12 2 — — —
Goon5…………………….. 11 1 — — —
Goon4…………………….. 10 — — — —
Chiron……………………. 8 — — — —
«OOC» Cyrrius says, "Rosie and Goon 1 have SMGs. Goon 2 and 3 have rifles. All have Predators."
«Init Tracker» Current action: Sassori at 19 (Init Pass 1).
«Init Tracker» (On deck: Rosie at 14.)
«Auto-Judge[]» Sassori (#14046) rolls Pistols (Savalette Guardian) vs TN 2 for "Short Range TN 4 -2 for SL 2, +1 for movement (negated by shock trooper) Aimed at a guy with an SMG":
1 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 = 7 Successes
«OOC» Sassori says, "Goon 1 is my first target, don't want to shoot Rosie. Yet."
«OOC» Cyrrius says, "Wow, he can't dodge. But he will dump CP to lessen the hit."
«OOC» Sassori says, "Kay, 12D after power increase"
«Auto-Judge[]» Cyrrius (#12262) rolls Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 4:
1 3 3 4 4 9 = 3 Successes
«OOC» Sassori says, "Ohh ok. 11D then"
«Auto-Judge[]» Cyrrius (#12262) rolls Combat Pool: 6 - 3 vs TN 4 for "Goon1 KP:1/2":
1 8 8 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Sassori says, "11S"
«Auto-Judge[]» Cyrrius (#12262) rolls 4 (Body) vs TN 6:
1 2 2 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Cyrrius (#12262) rolls 4 (Body) vs TN 6 for "Goon1 KP:2/2":
1 2 5 5 = 0 Successes
Goon1 takes a S wound.
«Auto-Judge[]» Sassori (#14046) rolls Pistols (Savalette Guardian) vs TN 2 for "Short Range TN 4 -2 for SL 2, +1 for movement (negated by shock trooper), +1 for second target, negated by One Man Army. Aimed at Goon 2 with the rifle.":
1 2 2 5 5 5 5 8 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Cyrrius (#12262) rolls 4 (Body) vs TN 6 for "Goon2 KP:2/2":
1 2 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Cyrrius (#12262) rolls Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 4:
1 1 3 4 5 5 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Cyrrius (#12262) rolls Combat Pool: 6 - 3 vs TN 4 for "Goon2 KP:1/2":
1 1 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Cyrrius (#12262) rolls 4 (Body) vs TN 6:
4 4 4 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Cyrrius (#12262) rolls 4 (Body) - 1 vs TN 6 for "Goon2 KP:2/2":
1 3 5 = 0 Successes
Goon2 Takes an S wound.
As everything gets a bit hectic, and Rosie calls for payback in blood owed. Sassori keeps walking towards Rosie and she whips her right hand up and to the right. *THOOMP* The heavy pistol barks and lead flies to slam into the ganger's armored jacket, slamming through and drawing blood. As she takes another step she alters her aim and another suppressed *THOOMP* sounds as another ganger takes a near identical shot to center mass, only their armored jackets keeping them alive, and only just really.
"Should have accepted my offer." Sassori says to Rosie softly but her smile is happy, "But this works too. I get off either way."
She is /not/ right in the head.
«Init Tracker» Current action: Rosie at 14 (Init Pass 1).
«Init Tracker» (On deck: Goon3 at 12.)
«Auto-Judge[]» Cyrrius (#12262) rolls 4 (SMG Skill) + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 3 for "Short Range 4 -2 SL +1 Attacker Walking +1 recoil (BF with 2 points comp) -1 aiming once. No visibility mods today.":
1 2 3 3 4 4 4 5 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Sassori (#14046) rolls Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 5:
1 2 2 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Sassori (#14046) rolls Combat Pool: 4 - 1 vs TN 5 for "KP 1":
2 5 5 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Sassori (#14046) rolls Body vs TN 4:
3 3 3 3 3 5 5 8 11 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Sassori (#14046) rolls Body - 4 vs TN 4 for "KP 2/5":
3 3 5 5 17 = 3 Successes
Rosie, out in front, reacts quickly and reflexively as bullets slam into her friends. Stepping back to get some distance, she raises her trusty Ingram Smartgun and squeezes off a well aimed burst at the red devil in front of her. And she even hits, she can see the impacts on the big woman. And also the lazy tumbling as the bullets bounce off her armor and clatter to the ground. Clearly, even without the magical liopleurodon^H^H^H, uh, leopard, she can tell she's out classed here. Her throat clenches and she re-aims her pistol skyward, calling out. "Whoah! Whoah! What the fuck? Just- hold on a second!"
«Init Tracker» Current action: Eshe at 12 (Init Pass 1).
«Init Tracker» (On deck: Goon3 at 12.)
The leopard might be expected to leap forwards and shread gangers left and right, or perhaps go for the leader and bring her down with tooth and claw… and though Eshe did have her in mind, she instead does the opposite. She snarls, turns and leaps onto the brickwork that offers protection to Chiron, once more turning sideways to offer the largest 'wall' to get through.
«OOC» Cyrrius says, "Let's call that a delayed action, so you can react as things change?"
«OOC» Eshe nods.
«Init Tracker» Current action: Goon3 at 12 (Init Pass 1).
«Init Tracker» (On deck: Goon5 at 11.)
«OOC» Cyrrius says, "Goon3 also delays action."
«Init Tracker» Current action: Goon5 at 11 (Init Pass 1).
«Init Tracker» (On deck: Goon1 at 10.)
«OOC» Cyrrius says, "Goon5 also delays action."
«Init Tracker» Current action: Goon1 at 10 (Init Pass 1).
«Init Tracker» (On deck: Goon4 at 10.)
«OOC» Cyrrius says, "Goon1 also delays action."
«Init Tracker» Current action: Goon4 at 10 (Init Pass 1).
«Init Tracker» (On deck: Goon2 at 9.)
«OOC» Cyrrius says, "Goon4 also delays action."
«Init Tracker» Current action: Goon2 at 9 (Init Pass 1).
«Init Tracker» (On deck: Chiron at 8.)
«OOC» Cyrrius says, "Goon2 also delays action."
«Init Tracker» Current action: Chiron at 8 (Init Pass 1).
«Init Tracker» (On deck: Sassori at 9.)
Chiron crouches low in cover and continues holding his hand over Kylie's wound and frowns yelling "Drop em or get dropped!"
«Auto-Judge[]» Chiron (#13400) rolls Charisma for "defaulting to charisma for intimidation":
3 3 3 5 5 8
«Init Tracker» Current action: Sassori at 9 (Init Pass 2).
«Init Tracker» (On deck: Rosie at 4.)
Big Red, as she is affectionately known by some has already started tracking her pistol to another unwounded ganger when she see's the Ingram Smartgun get raised and pointed in her direction and Sassori twists to the side just enough to let her armor and natural durability shrug off a burst of rounds that flatten on her body and then ping-ping-ping to the ground.
When Rosie lifts her weapon and calls for everyone to hold on Sassori frowns and the Oni's chin drops a bit, her eyes narrowing, straight horns pointing towards Rosie a bit more threateningly now, her voice?
Disappointed.
"So I take it this means you have changed your mind about our date? I would /hate/ to think you are a complete tease." Sassori practically purrs. She isn't letting Rosie and her boys get out of this so easily as she continues to walk toward the elven woman like a cat hunting it's prey with an all to sensual sway. "I hope you will be more fun soon."
"You stay." Sassori commands like someone telling a dog to heel, her pistol flicks back in the direction of Tir Llewn where the gangers came from, "You two, drag your wounded out of here while you can. You are unwelcome here."
The leopard only stares at group, promising death, but patient to excecute it… in truth, she's scared, knowing that if the gangers want to get to Chiron, she's a single shot away from being a step they have to walk over. Still, she waits, if nothing else, ready to react to any who threaten her friend, or more importantly, put Kylie in anymore danger.
Rosie's arm drops to her side, SMG hanging limply in her grip. Her eyes are drawn to the flash of Sassori's pistol, then she looks behind her and jerks her chin to send the others into motion. Motion the fuck out of here, while she remains behind to take one for the team. The buck stops with her for real, apparently. The others pull back, some dripping blood. It's a bad day for them. On the bright side, no bystanders got hit. Every bullet fired here went where it was supposed to, to varying effects.
Rosie turns back to face the group, taking a deep breath through shaking nostrils. She glances at Hugh again, an angry flash coming back to her eyes. "So was this all some weird bait thing then? Shooting at us to lure us her to… This trap?"
Chiron blinks and looks a bit confused and peers over at Hugh, curious about the answer even if it doesn't change much either way.
"No trap." Sassori tells Rosie for Hugh, "I was telling the truth. I have no idea who that guy is." She pops her blade back into her hand behind her back but keeps her pistol out as she approaches Rosie. She uses the barrel of the silence to try and run it along Rosie's neck and down to the cleft of her collarbones. "Now that we're alone…" They are totally not alone, but it seems Sassori thinks the other gangers being gone is good enough, "What shall I call you, precious?"
The Oni starts to walk around Rosie, examining her from all angles, then leans in to murmur into a pointed ear, "Such a lovely neck, I shall have to get you fitted…" As she speaks she attempts to draw the tip of the silencer across one collarbone while she toys with the gang leader.
She is /really/ not right in the head.
Eshe rises from her place on the brickwork, sitting down for a short moment before she lifts her head and… makes no sound at all, a shifting of form, she's there with her arms above her head, stretching and shivering, also butt naked. "Okay, well, that was a thing that totally happened." Brown eyes shift from Sassori and her… spoils? To Chiron and Kylie, "Hey, doing okay, all well? They're backing off."
Rosie looks both confused and discomforted, eyes flicking around to the others but spending most of their time tracking the unhinged oni running the barrel of her pistol over her. Her gun is still in her right hand, but she keeps it lowered. She did already see how useful it was. "I'm Rosie. Of the Silver Thorns. And he shot my guy first today."
Kylie finally pokes her head out from behind cover. She's had better days, but at least she's not bleeding any more. Hugh is the one that speaks up first, waving a hand in Kylie's direction. "That is bullshit! You shot my boss first! I only returned fire, to get her out of there!"
Rosie looks at Kylie. Kylie looks at Rosie. Both expressions are blank, without recognition.
Chiron shrugs at Hugh's answer and looks to Rosie "I've worked with and trust them. I've never even heard of you."
"Someone shot someone first." Sassori says in a slightly bored voice, "It was either one of you," She says to Rosie, "Or it was you." She says to Hugh while continuing to stalk around the elven woman, "I do not really care who shot who first." The Oni admits, reaching up with one hand she goes to cup Rosie's chin and turn her head to face Sassori then from one side, to the other, examining the elven woman's visible ink.
"You did shoot me." Sassori murmurs to Rosie and then reaches down to take hold of Rosie's wrist on her SMG toting hand to keep it pointed down, "Are you satisfied?" She calls over her shoulder, "I would like to take the payment for my services and go if you do not mind."
Her question unanswered, in fact, her very presence seeming to blend into the background, Eshe cants her head slightly and waits, watching the gangers as they move, if they move, and otherwise keeping her attention on Kylie's progress and Sassori with Rosie… the latter more so than she'd usually care to admit. For the moment, she simply offers a shrug to the whole thing, it's not for her to defend Rosie, nor exact any vengeance on anyone for anything. Kylie is alive and that's all that matters.
Her question unanswered, in fact, her very presence seeming to blend into the background, Eshe cants her head slightly and waits, watching the gangers as they move, if they move, and otherwise keeping her attention on Kylie's progress and Sassori with Rosie… the latter more so than she'd usually care to admit. For the moment, she simply offers a shrug to the whole thing, it's not for her to defend Rosie, nor exact any vengeance on anyone for anything. Kylie is alive and that's all that matters.
Chiron nods at Sassori in consideration about getting paid as he finishes off the spell and says to Kylie "And that's as much as I'm going to get fixed. The rest is down to rest and time but you will heal." Then to Eshe "She'll be fine now, sorry for the delay." Then to Hugh "Well today certainly could have gone worse."
Kylie gives a thumbs up, still mostly in cover and grimacing as she moves her arm. She's better off than she was, but she could still use some serious pain killers. She got shot you know? Right here!
Hugh is relaxed too, his pistol getting tucked back away under his jacket.
Rosie… Well, she's not dead. And none of her people did today. That's a win, right? Best she can get, considering.
Eshe jumps from the little wall, landing on her feet, with a free hand she gathers up whats left of her dress and, with a shrug, tosses it into a nearby bin, her nose wrinkling a little. "Okay, if you're okay Kylie, Hugh, I'm gonna go find some more clothes. Have fun, don't get shot at again!" She offers a little smile to Sassori, then looks to Rosie, "Nice meeting you, wish it could've been better circumstances. Umm, try to have fun?"
(At this point the PCs got Kylie out of there and back to better safety, her wound much improved and the threat ended. The gangers did not receive medical attention, and were on their own for that. There were no fatalities though.)
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