Vampire Slayers

GM: Mafen
Players: Croc, Nanashi, Shoeshine Boy
Synopsis: This was a massively amusing run where Croc, Nanashi, and Shoeshine Boy hunted and killed a hidden cabal of vampires living in a secret bunker under the remains of the old St. Jude's Children's Hospital, abandoned circa 2054. A rumor of disappearing folks around the site lead the crew to the basement in search of a refuge for a shared friend, and they find much more than they bargained for. The first part of the meet was lost in a logging incident, but we were able to recover the record from Croc's log. Some pages and such were lost in the process, but you can mostly ascertain what is going on.
Date: 2071 Mar 28 22:00:00


Log begins now:

Croc will turn to watch Shoeshine as he slots the chip. If his brain doesn't leak out his nose, he, too will insert it deep inside.

Nanashi smiles kindly to the girl and touches his credstick to the table to pay. He looks at the boy like he's some kind of alien searching for the flying saucer keys. The old man then sags tiredly and leans back in the booth, sipping his drink. "Yuh, thousand. But you stay on track, no stare girl." He pauses thoughtfully before continuing. "Eh, my motive is someone else. You no worry - who make it out alive get pay. I come with too make sure job done clean. We have address and some record on chip, that it. Deals?"

Shoeshine Boy , assuming it is in the warrens, will bob his head vigorously. "Sounds like a deal to me."

«Plot» Mafen says, "So, the data on the chip. We're hitting the old St. Jude Children's Hospital in the Warrens — long since a crumbling piece of ancient infrastructure, abandoned in the late 2050s. For a decade it was a popular squatter location, but rumor has it that nasty things are living deep within the hospital, and those that spend too long around it tend to dissappear. A friend of the family has information that there is what amounts to some kind of metamagical threat under the basement. There's an elevator-access only sub-basement, and that taps into the ancient denver tunnel infrastructure, distantly."
«OOC» Nanashi says, "The chip contains pretty much what was said. Location of the place and publically available details about it. An old hospital warrenside, decomissioned and presumably filled with "squatters"."

Shoeshine Boy oos, tunnels. It'll be like old home week for him. he calls upon the power of his genetic ancestors to memorize the maps given.

Croc says "A hospital," El Cocodrillo says. "like de start of every bad horror movie. St. Jude's… I know dat place. De laymen haunt that place… dey and I have a peace. I do eet. Hire a monster to kill a monster, jes?" He tightens his fist. "Every white man's dream… whoever loses, dey win." He nods. "Close quarters. Bad for machine gun or big pussy. Will arm myself accordingly.""

«Plot» Mafen says, "Just a hop, skip and a jump from the old church that still runs there."

Shoeshine Boy brightly says to Croc, "Would you like me to handle the machinegun for quantity then, sir?"

The waitress steps up when Nanashi puts out the credstick, and waves it off. "Your business is appreciated, Mr. Sato. Your meal has been comped by the owner." She smiles, and walks off again — not wanting to disrupt the meet-up.

Croc turns to look at the dwarf. "Can joo not here me all de way down dere, gringo? Close quarters no good for machine gun." The waitress arrives, and he falls silent, not staring… 40k's too good to pounce off. Besides, he's already memorized her face, her walk, and the name on her tag. When she leaves, he continues. "People go deaf, bullets rico… ric… bounce and teammates bleed, and half joor bullets splatter against walls. Keep it small."

«Plot» Mafen says, "So, any negotiatiing? Any questions, or are we just in tacit agreement to head down and start shooting?"

Nanashi bobs his head like an arthritic parakeet. He leans forward and picks up one half of his sandwich, looking back and forth between the two men. "Is bit, yes. But uh, I assure. White man not win this one." He says to Croc. Very little is said to Shoeshine, as if the old man is holding back some kind of remark. "How much time you need before start?" The waitress is given a kind smile, and he insists on swiping his credstick again at the table anyway to tip her.

Shoeshine Boy bobs his head. If he was insulted (and he was) it seems to go completely over his head. (Get it?!?) He simply rearranges his weapons as needed.

Shoeshine Boy , to himself, has no idea how a machinegun is going to make anyone deaf. Don't we all have cyberears with natural dampeners so the guns just make a tak-tak-tak sound? But he'd never backtalk that way to his elders.

«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Magical Threats:
1 3 4 5 9
Mafen pages: Immunity to age, pathogens and poisons. Aleergies to sunlight. Lack of air causes dormancy. Vulnerability to wood. They have regeneration, can have magical skills, thermographic vision, and enhanced senses and physical attributes. Animalistic, but very intelligent.
Mafen pages: Their physical attacks drain blood, but more important drain the soul right out of you. Can be dangerous to the heavily cybered.

Croc grunts. "We need some wood. Will need to stop by somewhere and grab a door." He flexes an arm, and starts to rise. "Meet at de site in two hours? Should give me de time to find what I need."

Shoeshine Boy does a strange sort of salute, touching his forehead and heart. "As you would, sir!" He goes about configuring his gear and his equipage. He'll be going in a hazmat suit, actually, and an ascent/descent harness around that, with all his rapelling gear. He heard there was going to be spelunking! Aside from that, his weapons are silenced, and he has the spare air tank in hisbag just in case the bad guys are, like, dead and don't need to breathe and they know it and someone else would like air.

«OOC» Croc is going to search the older areas in the warrens, near the hospital on the way back for something that might still have some real wood. a door, a bannister, a bench in an abandoned church, anything.
«Plot» Mafen says, "Give me a perception roll to see how good of a source you find. (If any)"
«Plot» Mafen says, "But yeah, let's wrap up the meet first."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Final poses?"

Nanashi takes another bite of his sandwich. He chews thoughtfully before swallowing. "Wood, good idea," He says as the giant troll rises. He glances to the boy confirmingly, but gets the impression that he'll agree to almost anything. "Two hour. See then." And so the old man proceeds to sit in his booth, thinking about the job and finishing his meal.

«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Intelligence for "no fancy eyes except for natural troll stuff.":
1 2 2 3 3 5 7
«Plot» Mafen says, "Shoeshine, any legwork information you need?"

Shoeshine Boy usually has one pistol using AV and the other APDS - but given the situation this looks like one pistol uses ExEx and the other uses APDS.

Shoeshine Boy looks up vampires and ghouls on the 'trix to find out what kills them and what you do if you're attacked by one!

Shoeshine Boy is wearing a hasmat suit, so that's good in terms of getting splashed with blood.

«Plot» Mafen says, "Give me a computers roll."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Intelligence for "+4 tn for defaulting":
1 3 3 4
«Plot» Mafen says, "Not bad anyway, they are widely covered on the 'trix. Crosses, holy water, chopping off heads, staking, garlic."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Watch out for the mist form, as they can shapeshift almost at will. Animal forms as well — any critter could be the nosferatu in disguise."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Typically, they are broody and very morose."
«Plot» Shoeshine Boy says, "Excellent. Other than that, I study the map well. Is there any known way to hurt them in mist form?""
«Plot» Mafen says, "One story you find references using an enchanted bottle to capture them."
«Plot» Shoeshine Boy says, "Hm! I'll keep an eye out for that."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Hard to find an enchanted bottle at short notice… heh."

Croc nods. "see you dere," he says, and makes for the door, staying on track- like a crocodile pursuing its prey.

«Plot» Mafen says, "They can't cross running water at all."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Seems pretty uniform in the data."
«Plot» Mafen says, "May be able to use that to make a protective circle or something."
«Plot» Mafen says, "They can have magical powers, so watch out for mind control or whatever."
«Plot» Mafen says, "So, anything you need to do before the meet up outside the target in 2 hrs?"
«Plot» Nanashi says, "Van's already loaded, so nope."
«OOC» Croc says, "search for wood. other than that, pick up my sabre, make sure its loaded, and meet up at the site."
«Plot» Mafen says, "You find some old pews in an abandoned church. A vibrant bout of smashing later, you have 20 fresh, splintery wooden stakes."
The old man's van arrives at the agreed on location near the hospital. Its suspension is a touch low from some kind of load, and it parks in a nice off the side spot. Inside, Nanashi quietly prepares his armor and gear.
«OOC» Croc says, "sounds good to me. :)"
«Plot» Mafen says, "Unless you want a different formulation of wood, like a spear or something, could probably work that too."
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) takes off his "Form-Fitting Armor FullSuit"<=Armor (#4716, Item 4).
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) takes off his "Armor Jacket"<=Armor (#4716, Item 5).
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) takes off his "Industrious: Winter Coverall"<=Armor (#4716, Item 6).
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) takes off his "Forearm Guards"<=Armor (#4716, Item 7).
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) puts on his "Heavy Hardened Military Armor"<=Armor (#4716, Item 1).
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) puts on his "Hardened Military Helmet"<=Armor (#4716, Item 8).
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Stealth for "entrance.":
1 2 3 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Stealth:
1 1 3 4 5
«Plot» Mafen says, "Roll perception upon arrival."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Any of you have ruth on?"
«OOC» Croc does. 6 scanners.
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Intelligence for "natural thermo!":
1 2 2 3 3 5 9
Mafen pages: Okay, Croc sees Shoeshine boy but nobody else.
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Intelligence for "IR, Low-light, Ultrasound, vision mag, enhanced hearing, high and low frequency hearing.":
4 5 5 5

Shoeshine Boy gives the same head and heart-salute to Croc that he gave before, despite or because of his ruth cloaking.

«Plot» Mafen says, "Neither of you see Nanashi."

Shoeshine Boy is about as stealthy as someone in a full hazmat suit is going to be. Which strangely is not horrible; it's just not awesome.

«Plot» Nanashi says, "Is it reasonable to assume we have a shared comm frequency given on the chip?"
«Plot» Croc says, "very."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Yeah. Let's not be dicks."
[Plot Room 3] Nanashi says, "Oh good. Forgot about it at the meet and was worried for a moment."
«Plot» Mafen says, "If you want, we could have like a 20 minute long conversation about getting the comm frequencies to each other."

«OOC» Nanashi says, "Let's not and say we did."

Croc steps out of the shadows as the dwarf approaches, seeming to step out of thin air as his ruth cloak disengages. In one big fist are three long stakes of wood, as long as short swords to him. "I am prepared," he says, his voice a low hiss. "where is abuelo?"
Shoeshine Boy peers about and listens. "I don't see him."

Commlink-Shoeshine Boy> Shoeshine Boy says, "Abuelo?"

Commlink-Nanashi> Nanashi says, "I close, see you here. Go in? I follow."

Croc turns left, doesn't see him. Turns right, doesn't see him. Shrugs, tucks the stakes under his arm again, shifting the cloak… and as he fades from sight again, he will glide towards the entrance on giant trog feet.
Shoeshine Boy tells Croc, "If you need air, I have it here." He pats his backpack and shows you the air tank and mask that's there."

The hospital, abandoned and foreboding, stands before the group. Clouds have actually gathered in the short ride over — it's started a gentle rain and shows every sign of getting heavier, and a distant crack of thunder is audible after a flash of light briefly highlighting the features on the hospital. There's gargoyles on the roof, half-broken and decayed, with pieces of marble and sagging material everywhere. The entire building, 12 stories, looks on the edge of collapse, with water damage and visible breakages in the superstructure easily noticeable during that brief flash. A pool of thick, murky water floods out in front of what was once the ER entrance, and is now a repeatedly boarded-up hole.
Shoeshine Boy will follow Croc in at a safe distance - far enough away not to fuck with his stealth, close enough in to kill his leavings before they can attack him back.
Dropped.

Tiny raindrops pool on the ruthenium, causing little distortions in the air, barely noticeable to those close to each other.

Shoeshine Boy 's senses are all awake, aware, and alert. He has no idea if Croc is chipped in that way, but it's an advantage he has - he can hear people from a long ways off and know their location and spot a lot of sneaky tricks with the way the ultrasounds bounces and reflects. And of course he needs no light source. But then, who does, really?

Croc silently moves to the boarded up hole, and thick hands bound to massive forearms appear out from under the cloak. He grabs a hold of one of the boards. «Cover de entrance», he comms, testing the boards for a moment… and when he feels enough time has been given, he rips.

Commlink-Nanashi> Nanashi says, "Covering. Start here, work up to roof and back down basement again. Good?"

It doesn't even take a check. Fresh, damp plywood, you can easily pull it away. The layer gives way to another, and another, cracked, damaged. It doesn't take long for a creature with Croc's strength to free the old entrance and reveal the destroyed glass, and dark interior lobby.

Shoeshine Boy holds gun appropriately - as well as looking for deadfalls, grenades on wires, and all the other nasty, standard traps. He covers all his quadrants, too - up and down as well as all four sides.

Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "si."

Commlink-Shoeshine Boy> Shoeshine Boy says, "Good."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Everyone here has thermographic vision. Okay, good to know."
«Game» Backup to offline storage commencing. Game may freeze for a bit…

Croc grunts and moves his hands under the cloak again. Silently, he adjusts to make sure his assault rifle is in easy range to grab, and he will stoop in to enter, keeping an eye out for savage traps… and his eyes sweeping to look for heat blooms.
A brief squeeze and Croc is through the main door. This is where the ambulances would wheel the injured in, and sure enough, a long-abandoned gourney sits overturned and ripped to pieces in the side of the wide corridor. A hallway moves forward, left leading to what appears to have been the waiting area, with an old TV visible from the entrance, hooked into the wall. On the right, a door leads into nurses offices, and straight leads to the old elevator shafts and stairways.

[Plot Room 3] Croc says, "i'm assuming this place doesn't have electricity? or am i wrong?"
[Plot Room 3] Mafen says, "No electricity. Pitch dark inside."
[Plot Room 3] Mafen says, "Cept light from windows, that are almost all boarded up on this floor."

Water runs all along the floor from the numerously leaks int he dangerously decayed and abandoned building. Old tile swells and distends from the damage.

Croc slowly moves down the hallway, patching in the old map of the hospital into his image link to help him navigate. He's as silent as he can be, creeping along as cautiously as his namesake.

«Plot» Mafen says, "Perception test, Croc."

Shoeshine Boy keeps his senses open, his trap-finding aware. He DOES have Eye Light Systems, so he makes exactly the light that his Low-Light vision needs to see everything plain. Which is good for those people who set IR-based traps.

«Plot» Mafen says, "Activating the eyelights, Shoeshine?"

Commlink-Nanashi> Nanashi says, "Stairs up good. Stairs down.. no go. They trap to fall."

«Plot» Shoeshine Boy says, "As they become needed. If there is still window slats like you say, then low-light is still good."

Commlink-Nanashi> Nanashi says, "Something dead in basement too."

«Plot» Mafen says, "As you pass the waiting room, Perception check — Croc or Shoeshine."
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Intelligence:
2 3 3 3 3 4 8

To (Croc, Shoeshine Boy), Mafen pages: There's a man, so cold that you almost didn't notice him, sitting in a chair in the waiting area, one leg crossed over the other. You almost think it is a corpse but it tilts his head to the side, staring at the TV screen as if it was on.

To (Croc, Shoeshine Boy), Mafen pages: He's completely naked.

To (Croc, Shoeshine Boy), Mafen pages: Sitting in pitch darkness. Looks hispanic, maybe 22 years old.

Commlink-Shoeshine Boy> Shoeshine Boy says, "He's cold. Not alive as we know it."

To (Croc, Shoeshine Boy), Mafen pages: (More or less a total guess — just judging on shape. His face is mostly obscured because all you are seeing is the heat there.)

Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "hold. There's someone in the waiting room."

Commlink-Nanashi> Nanashi says, "I hear."

Croc pauses, turns, looks into the waiting room. He lifts his assault rifle, setting the virtual targeting reticule on the target. «Weapons go?»

Commlink-Nanashi> Nanashi says, "Do it."

Shoeshine Boy similarly puts his crosshairs on the head - It's too late for this one, that he knows. Some of them can be controlled… but that is not what today is about. This is not about the intinite time and money to help people. This is mercy, which is why his other persona is not present.

«Plot» Mafen says, "No need to roll. He is sundered with rounds, and falls motionless. Almost no blood in him, just the tiniest pool of pale, pale red, almost like lymph fluid."

«Plot» Mafen says, "Pose it."

Croc's gun shudders, and a fairly loud POP POP POP echoes through the zone as Croc puts seven bullets precisely on target… or on target for -him-. The first bullet sunders the shoulder, the second the throat. Three more go into the abdomen, and the last two trace up- one for the heart, one for the brainpan. Brutal, savage… would be bloody, in most cases, but in this… it's not. He lowers his weapon and switches clips. "Go to god, Hermano," he murmurs. "May joo find peace wid him, as dispatched by his vessel."

Shoeshine Boy does not fire unless the thing is still moving. He is batting cleanup. He is not the slugger.
It does not move — falling to the ground in a pile of near-bloodless flesh. The small noise as it was echoes through the ruined structure of the hospital, flashes causing a strobe of bright light almost reminiscent of the operative days of the hospital — for a split second, it almost seems like this place never shut down in the millisecond light. Soon enough, the dismal reality is back — and down the hallway, three doors of patient processing click open, slowly, with the break room door swinging open suddenly and the sound of more doors opening down in the actual treatment ward.

Croc turns once the job is done and the gun's reloaded, he's heading back down the halls… then he hears the noises, and he's on full alert, his gun coming up. «movement. Be ready.»

Commlink-Nanashi> Nanashi says, "On it."

Shoeshine Boy takes cover from which he may fire.

«Plot» Mafen says, "No real cover available, there is a large coffee table for the breakroom though that is almost in one piece — turned over, that would be great cover."

«Plot» Mafen says, "Well, concealment."

Shoeshine Boy gently, with one hand, turns the massive coffee table over or exactly that concealment and shooting location that he needs.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 1 for "Test die.":
2

Croc doesn't take cover. He may provide it, but this isn't a good situation for him to get it… so he'll opt for the 'kill everything first' choice.

Exiting the breakroom door, with a sickening crunch, two limbs fall free from another figure — a female, barely any heat shows herself. The limbs drop harmlessly to the ground and the figure trips, muttering to herself, …."thee if you've had a fall over twenty feet, please see the triage…." She stumbles over, but is still twitching and attempting to stand. Other figures move forward. One calls, "nurse! I'm injured! Please get a doctor!" and another moves toward Croc, calling, "You shouldn't be here. The doctor won't like you here. I will show you out, for a sample."

There's at least 12 faint heat signatures in all coming from the three rooms that opened up visibly, slowly filing down.

Shoeshine Boy , since everyone is awakened, switches to his ExEx rounds. Supressed as it it, that big gun still makes light and still awakens them. He'll bat cleanup, forestalling charges, firing in the momentary lulls as his superspeed kicks through.

Croc adjusts his stance, readying for a volley of bullets. "Dey are all here," he murmurs, then comms. «Same as before? Rip dem apart?»

Shoeshine Boy will take careful aim. The fastest shot? To the eye, he thinks, the moist eye, with just the right penetration to blast through to the brain and trigger the explosion. They can't feel pain with no brain, can they?

In the midst of the chaos, a massive sound echos down from the second floor, almost like a horn or a megaphone trumpeting a howl. One of the approaching figures says, "Oh, calm down, David. It's not conducive to your treatment to act out like that."

Commlink-Nanashi> Nanashi says, "Oh yes, fire away. They know we here."

Shoeshine Boy will let Croc fire first. All the ranges are the same here. He needs fire one, maybe two shots to be sure that he's destroyed the head and the brainstem of a target that is as close to stationary as makes mo matter. His weapons are smaller, silenced, but more than enough.

The nude, humanlike creatures walk toward you. A thin person — gender indeterminate from just the heat — calls to you, "You must sit in the waiting area. Report your symptoms and sit quietly." A hand is raised, with massive sharp claws. "You can't misbehave in here. They'll punish you." The woman steps through the path of a crack in a window, revealing a brief glint of heavy, red scabs, carved in intricate patterns across her torso, ancient symbols, some nearly fresh with blood. "SIT DOWN. SIT DOWN!"

«Plot» Mafen says, "She is about 5 feet from Croc now, and lifting up a hand to swing at him."
«Plot» Shoeshine Boy will, yea verily, shoot her to make sure she doesn't touch him, assuming that his Ultrasound Vision confirms that she is really present and not a trick or an illusion.
«Plot» Mafen says, "Ultrasound seems to confirm she is there."
«Plot» Shoeshine Boy says, "Should I bounce dice?"
«Plot» Mafen says, "Just pose it, if you can shoot straight. She still is not fighting."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Their minds are too addled."

Shoeshine Boy pivots to make the shot. Gotta watch his partner's back. Can't let them cut his skin. Everything slows down - what if this is the vampire? Did she come through that window as mist? Is he using the wrong ammo? He explodes a bullet in her chest, which backs her away - stupid! He wanted the head. that's what the second shot is for, tilts her crazily to the side.
The round enters through her left cheekbone and explodes in her head. She flumps to the ground, but more approach. That's when the sound of something heavy pounds down the stairs. A fleshy monstrosity, teeming with heat, busts through the stairwell door, and keens at the crowd, spittle flying and volume hurting un-compensating hearing with the decibal levels. The monster has massive, fleshy feet and huge hands that terminate with sharp, shiny claws at the elbow, and a face that droops and seems to combine with his chest, a three-foot wide maw howling at the crowd. The zombie-like thralls howl, 'David! Go back to bed!' and similar connotations, as they flop over in fright at the 2-meter, muscular creature.

«Plot» Mafen says, "Now, inits."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 3 for "+11.":
3 3 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Initiative with a result of 15.

The old man was expecting people, but not this many. And certainly not coming out at once. The now armless one on the ground twitches when assaulted again, this time now missing the back of its head. The same bloodless fluid begins to seep around the flooring as he quickly steps out of the way of Croc's fire. His ruthenium shimmers when droplets land on it, indicating his presence at the doorway to the break room. Then he pauses, considering a change in tactics.

«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Initiative with a result of 20.
«Plot» Mafen says, "Croc? How much did you have to pee??"
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 4 for "Perception, astral.":
2 3 4 7

"David"'s massive head turns, its three foot maw howling viciously loud as it turns and swivels, charging toward Nanashi full bear. The massive, razor sharp claws fling out and swing in huge arcs at the invisible (to you guys) figure.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 7 (brawling) + Combat Pool: 7 vs TN 4 for "Rarrgggh!":
1 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 5 13 = 6 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "Proceed."

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 1 for "Regeneration dice.":
3

The creature slings it's massive claws at Nanashi, nearly shimmering through the air with speed, and then suddenly it halts, a hole in its chest opeing up viciously.
Amazingly, that doesn't seem to slow it down.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 7 (brawling) + Combat Pool: 7 vs TN 4 for "Ugh, chest stabby don't feel so good!":
1 1 2 2 2 3 3 4 5 5 5 10 11 15 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 20 vs TN 8:
1 1 1 1 2 2 2 2 2 2 3 3 3 5 5 7 7 9 9 10 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "Murrrr. It's injured."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Sorry, just resolving Nanashi-combat."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Hey, this is just a random experiment of the vampires. : )"
«Game» Backup to offline storage commencing. Game may freeze for a bit…

A flurry of action ensues when the creature identified as "David" collides with the Nanashi-blur. Slashes appear all over its torso and vital limbs, but none appear to slow the creature down. Fluids splatter on the human's armor, indicating his position as the creature swings wildly at so many places the old man isn't. The creature's wild screams come to a sudden halt. The old man's shape outlines itself in flickering light as the ruthenium begins to deactivate, standing with one arm out and a single blade extending from two fingers to land directly inside David's mouth, going back straight to the brain stem. Nanashi pulls back quickly, helmet shifting about to assess the situation.

The monster "David" stumbles backward, fumbling momentarily. Before it brings its claw to bear.

«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Hand Blades) + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 2 for "-1 reach, -1 fim. base damage 12l. Let's see if we can get some successes!":
1 1 1 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 9 15 17 = 12 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 4:
2 4 5 = 2 Successes

«OOC» Mafen says, "Whoops, sorry."

«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Hand Blades) + Combat Pool: 6 - 12 vs TN 2 for "-1 reach, -1 fim. base damage 12l. Let's see if we can get some successes! kp 1":
1 2 2 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 7 + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 4:
1 1 2 2 4 4 5 5 5 5 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Hand Blades) + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 4 for "offhand attack, comp":
1 1 2 4 4 4 5 5 7 7 17 = 8 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "so that's, 12 total."

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 1 for "Regeneration die.":
3

«Plot» Mafen says, "The attack appears to cut, slice, and dice the target, but not slow him down. Pose it."

Croc rolls into the attack even as Nanashi is engaged, letting his sabre slack to his side. His attack is beautiful, perfect, and terrifying. A 400 kilogram or more troll spinning around, blades slashing at seemingly random angles, a blood-curdling curse howling out of his throat… his blades skitter up and down, slicing here and there, rending flesh…

But nothing slows the monster.

«Plot» Mafen says, "I forgot the friends in melee bonus, and his damage modifiers. Didn't change things though."

Shoeshine Boy watches these fighters carefully. The thing doesn't appear to be armored, so he doesn't really imagine he has to switch weapons. It's got to be a matter of finding the weak spot, just like in the old videogames. Gee, it would be really nice if he could look on the 'trix for the cheat code, or if there was a 'loading screen' that said 'Shoot here!' like there are on some of the shooting games. Look! Where the cutting was… is that brain? Is that spine? He moves to a propwer angle so the two hand-to-handers aren't in his way, because he is mister crosshairs.

«Plot» Mafen says, "Shoeshine, you are up."

«Plot» Mafen says, "+4 for 2 people in melee — miss with successes still four close, and you hit Nanashi or Croc. : )"

Shoeshine Boy says "I thought I couldn't hit people if I had a smartlink?"

Shoeshine Boy says "If they are penalizing me that much, let me do something else."

Shoeshine Boy says "One success is a hit and I don't hit my pals?"

«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 7 for "+1 for hazmat suit actually.":
1 1 2 2 2 3 5 5 9 11 = 2 Successes

«Plot» Mafen says, "You were talking like it was going to be a called shot."

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 1 for "Regeneration die.":
5
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 7 for "+1 for hazmat suit actually. Barrel weight not recoil":
2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 17 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 1 for "Regeneration die.":
1
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 20 vs TN 9:
1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 7 8 9 10 11 = 3 Successes

«Plot» Mafen says, "He takes another L. At 4 boxes."
«Plot» Mafen says, "New round!"
«Plot» Shoeshine Boy says, "you mean he takes no damage unless we roll a 1? I thought he just didn't die unless we rolled a 1."
«Plot» Mafen says, "I'm changing it up a little bit."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Just roll with it. : ) He's taking damage and you guys are winning."
«Plot» Shoeshine Boy gots it!
«Plot» Mafen says, "The two, *points*, are such old hats that I'm not going to challenge them with anything in the books. : P"
«Plot» Shoeshine Boy hees.

The critter is certainly damaged, and isn't use to such abuse — it jitters backwards, keening and screeching, it's ridiculous weight bumping into Croc as it turns. He swivels and arm and and attacks — practically uselessly at this point, as its damage has accumulated to the point where it isn't much of a match. But it tries. It only knows survival.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 7 vs TN 8 for "FiM, Reach.":
2 2 4 4 7 8 9 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "You may counter, Croc."
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Hand Blades) vs TN 2 for "basic strike":
1 3 5 5 5 5 9 10 11 = 8 Successes
«OOC» Mafen says, "You aren't quite the assassin's creed guy, yet. ; )"
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 1:
4
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Hand Blades) vs TN 4 for "offhand comp":
1 1 2 3 4 7 11 13 16 = 5 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "It absorbs the damage."
«Plot» Mafen says, "But is horrendously cut, again."
«Plot» Mafen says, "It is looking like a chopped-up piece of meat more than an entity at this point."

Croc's block is precise, catching one of the claws with a blade, twisting it around, and returning with a savage cut across the eyeline… a blow that would have killed nearly anything, but the creature keeps coming. Croc howls again and plays for distance, turning away from the critter with a twisting pick to push it up against the wall, trying to set himself up for another blow, eyes searching for any sort of weak point…

«Plot» Shoeshine Boy says, "Who is next?"
«Plot» Mafen says, "Nanashi, then you, then it again, then Nanashi, then next turn."
«Plot» Mafen says, "er, forgot Croc's action after Nanashi."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Yes, unless you want to apply that to his TN."

Capitalising on the creature's distraction with Croc, the armored old man makes another move. Lightning fast, almost as if he didn't move at all. Bloody fluids erupt from the creature's face, followed by the metallic tip of Nanashi's blade, punched through from the back of the head to its mouth. Nanashi takes half a step and pulls up and back in an arc, cleanly slicing David's head (and brain) in half. More foul fluids erupt in a thick spray that reaches the ceiling, and the armored man's helmet once again swivels, checking to see if anything else is going on.
David's face, or what is left of it, has a look of surprise, for a moment. Then he slumps over, falling into a rapidly decomposing, and stinking, pile of flesh. A horde of visible, flying insects slowly spawns from the mass, starting to buzz about in the air. The embodied thralls mull toward you still from the hall. "sit down, sit down, the doctor will be here shortly. Oh, poor David."

Shoeshine Boy shifts his gaze to the creatures - mobbing is not permitted, thank you. He begins putting bullets into their heads, methodically - it seems slow to him but of course he's moving at superspeeds.

It's no issue — they basically stand there and take it. Some walk up, asking, 'Why?

As a bullet slams into the brainpan, dropping the bodies.

Croc twists, seeing the others moving down the hallway, and for the moment, all concious thought is lost. His eyes seem to be almost flashing red, he's breathing heavily, and seems about to go spinning through them, but… the pistol seems to pause him for a moment, and he recovers a little of himself.

Shoeshine Boy has Exex - it's cheap! And he's saving the good stuff, stowing his clips, not just ejecting them for the floor. "Rest well."

«Plot» Mafen says, "All in all, about 60 thralls slowly make their way to the lobby. You're in a slight danger of being overwhelmed, but careful firearms use…"

Nanashi straightens up. The armored figure swivels about, carefully assessing its situation. It flicks its wrist, spraying some fluids from the long blade on its hand. « Keep moving, there a lot here. Let's move down. » With only a glance to Croc, he begins to move in the direction of the elevators. Quick, barely perceptible movements result in the few thralls standing in his way falling down with small punctures at the back of their head. « Body shots worthless. »

Shoeshine Boy has rope, has climbing gear, and like, it's tunnel time. For this, he came prepared. And now he stows the gun.. with the APDS-firearm loaded and ready to hand to be drawn as need be.

Slump, slump, slump. In addition the kill-count Shoeshine Boy is rapidly accumulating, the bodies Nanashi drops slop to the floor like so much cattle.

Shoeshine Boy will now be activing the Eye Light system, which cannot be seen unless he is looking directly at another person, by which point it is too late.

Nanashi stands thoughtfully at the elevator door. The shambling horde continues wandering aimlessly, and inside the helmet Nanashi frowns. He reaches into his suit's backpack and pulls a small package from it and begins to wipe the blade on his hand clean. He is extremely thorough with the wipes, using the whole package one by one and dropping them on the ground. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the blade disappears into his fingertips. Then into the suit's pack again, this time pulling out a small gun with a tank at its back half. The old man thumbs a switch and a small pilot flame ignites at the front end. « Oi kid. You check shaft out, I clean up these. »

Shoeshine Boy tunnel rat ho!

Shoeshine Boy is trapfinder, alarm-catcher, and so forth. and hazmat enabled.

The doors are corroded and half open. The darkness of the elevator-shaft awaits — sharp edges on every crevice, and for as far as you can tell, a long drop. The car is nowhere to be scene, nor is the cable, probably stolen for scrap.

Shoeshine Boy will be descending on his rapelling line with his ascent/descent kit and his mad athelicism. However, he will be testing the ladder, if there still is one, as he goes.

«Plot» Mafen says, "the ladder is still there."
«Plot» Mafen says, "It's greasy and rusty, but works."

Shoeshine Boy tests it though he doesn't use it, and checks it for traps. He can't be sure his rope will be there for the way out, but the ladder has been here a while. It's what he would trap, but it's also what he would use.

«Plot» Mafen says, "Shoeshine's instincts prove true. This pathway is not trapped — They may use it for ingress and egress."

Shoeshine Boy keeps his ears open, looks down those other floors that are not the ones he's going to. He periodically mentally checks himself. Am I mind controlled? No, because I just asked myself if I'm mind-controlled.

«Plot» Mafen says, "He doesn't notice any traps nor encounter any on the way down. He gets the morgue basement — It's disgusting smelling, but the elevator is filled with chunk there. A barricade of random medical equipment completely blcoks the shaft."
«Plot» Mafen says, "*junk"

Shoeshine Boy draws weapon, scopes and clears the area, uses Ultrasound and Enhanced hearing to look for secret entrances, exits, clever ways to open thigs thing so it all tilts aside or something.

Croc follows along, sweeping and killing as he moves. He's rapidly losing his excitement… this is not bloodshed, this is butchery. There is no fear for him to feast on, no sinners to send home to an angry god… killing has become a chore, and he hates it.

Nanashi moves away from the elevators, doing just as promised. He cleans up after Croc, spraying napalm on the corpses and effortlessly kicking the legs out from under those still standing.

«Plot» Mafen says, "Sorry Croc : ("

Shoeshine Boy also taps walls, using his hearing to detect for hollows and differences that might indicate clues.

«Plot» Mafen says, "Perception roll."
«Plot» Mafen says, "@ Shoeshine Boy."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Intelligence for "many fabulous senses.":
4 8 8 11

Shoeshine Boy points out, over the commlink: "They walk this way, into the morgue. Tunnel going down there. Elevator exit doors are deliberately pulled apart, here."

Shoeshine Boy locks and loads. Time for the good stuff.

Shoeshine Boy looks for invisible people, just in case.

«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Willpower:
2 2 3 3 3 9

The looking for invisible people seems to be unproductive. They're either not here, or everywhere.

Commlink-Shoeshine Boy> Shoeshine Boy says, "I'm getting that feeling. Some magic thing. Ghosts in the graveyard."

A soft, distant voice echoes, "Faeder ure bu be eart on heofonum…" An almost sing-song, child-like tone to it.

Shoeshine Boy tunes in on the spooky voice, trying todecipher it. Darn languages.

"Si bin nama ghalgowed, tobecume bin rice."

Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "We should go quickly," he murmurs. "Slaying cattle is fine, but we must find de shepherd who feeds de young from de drippings of his jaws.""

Nanashi pauses mid-burn. « Ah. Excellent. Coming down, then. » He finishes spraying fire on the couple of remaining thralls, planting his suit's boot on one to hold it still so the fire can take hold. Then, ejecting the empty fluid canister, he loads another from his backpack on the way to the elevator. « Hear that, big man? There your shepherd. »

Two small flames hover, like eyes, in the middle of the hole in front of Shoeshine. They seem to be staring at him.

Shoeshine Boy is more than happy to 'let' Croc take point, though he's following closer now, ready to split off and cover corners, clear areas.

«Plot» Mafen says, "Croc isn't down there yet, is he?"
«Plot» Mafen says, "Unless I missed the descent."

«Excellent.» Croc moves to follow, bloodied blades slipping back into his flesh, his assualt rifle in one hand, a wooden stake in the other… then he starts to move down the path shoeshine took, slowly descending- ponderously slow, but he does not want to make a mistake.

Shoeshine Boy has been taught how to 'punch' spirits by a couple of wizards. He focuses his will and makes the grasp, to see if the eyes are really there, or if they're just a trick.

Shoeshine Boy , also, doesn't look the misty vampire in the eyes.

You swing at the eyes. Suddenly, blood pours from your nose. You felt solid contact, but the eyes dissappear. The voice laughs, then continues, "gewurpe oin willa, on eroan swa swa on heofunum, give us to today our daily hlaf, syle us to daeg , and forgyf us ure gyltas, swa swa we forgyve urum gyltendum…"

«Plot» Mafen says, "That was to Shoeshine, sorry."

«Plot» Mafen says, "Shoeshine takes an M stun wound."

Nanashi snuffs the pilot on the small Blazer and swings it pendulously in the air to cool it. He looks between the yawning elevator shaft and Croc's disappearing shape, then puts the gun back in the hard shell of his suit's backpack. Then he joins the descent, watching up the shaft to see if anything follows them.

Shoeshine Boy grits his teeth and holds in a yowp.

Commlink-Shoeshine Boy> Shoeshine Boy says, "Maybe best not to touch the floating eyes and ghostly spirits."

Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "Affirmative. At least dere aren't any bugs."

Croc keeps heading down, cautiously, watching here and there… getting ready for the worst. Or the best. He'd like the best.

The blood drips from Shoeshine's nose, but the voice seems to retreat. It laughs, coming from somewhere to the right of Shoeshine. "Uncer funny. Oh lack hou."

Shoeshine Boy eventually figures it out, though it takes him a bit. "Our father who art in heave, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. And thank you. I can be much funnier if you need me to."

The figure materializes, appearing as a sphynx off to Shoeshine's right.— ten feet tall, a woman's face and a lion's body. "Ah, du educatent." It coughs. "Not so great, the modern tongue. Not clean. You look like good food. Give me a good reason not to eat, I don't eat." The voice is still childlike, despite coming from the huge image.

Croc finally reaches the bottom of the shaft, breathing heavily, and as his cloaked form looks around, his gaze settles on Shoeshine. He doesn't say anything, just watches to see how this will play out.

«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Intelligence (to Mafen):
1 1 1 2 2 3 9

Shoeshine Boy says "If you eat me, who will play with you? And besides, I'm here to help you."

Shoeshine Boy gets a stimpatch ready, but doesn't slap it.

Nanashi swings down after Croc, calm and measured with his gaze cast up. He stands next to the troll, carefully paying attention to what he sees there. He waits a few more moments, peering carefully to see what's going on.

Croc tilts his head towards where he thinks nanashi is, and whispers… "I don't see anything. Is he mad?"

The sphynx purrs, and walks up toward Shoeshine… rubbing its body against Shoeshine. It's unimaginably soft and the sound is nearly seductive. "What brings you down here? The wealth? The power?"

Shoeshine Boy laughs politely. "Don't be silly. When Polly's in trouble I am not slow. It's up up up and away I go! Which is my way of telling you, I'm here because I'm a hero and I'm here to help people."

Nanashi leans upwards to respond to Croc through the faint noises of his suit's respirator. "Old one, they smart. Able get in your head." He whispers.

Croc grunts. "Saturate the area with bullets? Is eet even dere?"

Nanashi responds in a quiet murmur, "No idea. Might want get gun away head, I say."

The sphynx purrs, and nods. "Ah, save them? They stilled lived above. The cattle, who thrived, succumbed to your shove. They lived and they dreamed as much as you all, but none could save them for your terrible fall. So strong, so brave, you can't take defeat, where should I bite him, where is the meat? Give me a taste and I'll let you through, I don't care for the rest at all, just give me your foderol, your trifle, a bit of your soul, you'll pass by quite soon time, and see where you'll go."

Shoeshine Boy eventually asides to Croc, "What, you don't see it? She's walking all around me - but don't touch her, she'll bloody your nose."

Shoeshine Boy says "Well, a hero can't make deals like that. That's a problem."

Shoeshine Boy says "I'd have to see what's there and what's going on. giving you a piece of me isn't right."

Shoeshine Boy says "I did promise my parents I'd wait till I got married."

The sphynx shrugs. "Not a problem for I. Now you will die."

Commlink-Shoeshine Boy> Shoeshine Boy says, "About to at-"

«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Reaction vs TN 4:
1 3 3 3 4 4 4 5 10 11 = 6 Successes

To (Nanashi, Croc), Mafen pages: Perception, please
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Intelligence:
1 2 4 9 10 11 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 10 vs TN 2:
1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 5 7 = 8 Successes
Mafen pages: You see it. An invisible… spectre, a shape, about the size of a ten year old girl, leaping up ontop of Shoeshine.
Mafen pages: Init.
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Initiative with a result of 18.
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Reaction vs TN 4:
3 4 4 5 5 5 11 11 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Initiative with a result of 15.
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Initiative with a result of 22.
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 4:
1 3 3 9
«Plot» Mafen says, "It… whatever it is, moves first. Then Croc. That's all who get to act this round."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Every other contest was taken totally by surprise. It has improved invisibility on."
«Plot» Shoeshine Boy says, "And Stealth too?"
«Plot» Mafen says, "Yeah."
«Plot» Shoeshine Boy says, "Hokay."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 6 (vampirebiting) + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 5 for "sustaining spell, no foci":
1 1 1 1 1 2 3 4 8 9 14 15 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 12 - 4 for "KP 1/3.":
1 2 3 3 4 5 5 5
«Plot» Mafen says, "3 more succs."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 12 - 7 vs TN 5 for "KP 3/3.":
1 4 4 4 5 = 1 Success
«Plot» Mafen says, "8 succs total. You can counter back, but can't use combat pool for the counter, Shoeshine."
«Plot» Shoeshine Boy says, "TN?"
«Plot» Mafen says, "4, as normal for counter. When you feel teeth digging into your neck, you know where to grab."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Escrima vs TN 4 for "I can't exactly get to 8… :)":
2 3 3 5 5 9 9 = 4 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "Pow, the gun discharges."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Come on, I just mispaged you!"
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Escrima - 4 vs TN 4 for "I can't exactly get to 8… :) KP1":
1 2 7 = 1 Success
«OOC» Shoeshine Boy says, "stands on 5"
«Plot» Mafen says, "Okay, you take a D stun and 9M physical."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Willpower vs TN 8:
2 4 4 4 5 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Willpower - 1 vs TN 8 for "kp2":
1 3 4 5 8 = 1 Success
«Plot» Mafen says, "She wins by the threshold on the control thoughts."
«Plot» Mafen says, "The only armor you get is whatever that hazmat suit provides."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Since she just dug into you with some force in the neck, and you shot yourself trying to defend yourself."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Freakin' mental magicians."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Body vs TN 8:
1 1 2 3 4 7 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Body vs TN 8:
2 2 2 3 4 5 = 0 Successes
Shoeshine Boy misttyped.
«Plot» Shoeshine Boy stands at M wound.
«Plot» Mafen says, "You can always use CP for soak."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Even then. All resistance tests allow you to use CP, for some reason."
«OOC» Shoeshine Boy says, "If so, I'm out and I lay down."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Yeah, you took a D stun."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Okay."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Combat Pool: 9 vs TN 8 for "Against the body.":
1 2 2 3 3 5 5 9 16 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "Only an L, nice."

Shoeshine Boy brings up his hands when he's saying, "She's walking all around me," his elbows in tight defensively. There's some martial arts to it, but there's a lot of uncomfortableness when he says, "I'm saving myself for marriage. He gets out that the attack is about to begin - after all, he was warned - before the struggle begins and he shoots wildly. Why did he bring that APDS again? fortunately, unconsciousness is blissful.

Shoeshine Boy will likely go down in the annals of Denver as 'the guy whose first shot ever with APDS only hit himself.'

Croc's quick, but not quick enough to beat the attack… but he sees blood spurt, sees the dwarf go down, sees the blur of something he Can't Quite See… and then he braces and opens fire, spraying a stream of seven bullets, hoping, praying that this demon from hell can be excorsiced, and he won't waist too many bullets shooting the dwarf.

«OOC» Mafen says, "don't cut up poor shoeshine Boy more than neccessary."
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Assault Rifles + Combat Pool: 4 + Karma Pool: 3 vs TN 10 for "kp 6/12 used. tn 6 to dodge.":
1 1 1 2 2 3 4 5 5 8 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Assault Rifles + Combat Pool: 4 + Karma Pool: 3 - 1 vs TN 10 for "kp 7/12 used. tn 6 to dodge.":
1 1 2 2 3 4 4 5 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Assault Rifles + Combat Pool: 4 + Karma Pool: 3 - 1 vs TN 10 for "kp 9/12 used. tn 6 to dodge.":
1 1 2 2 4 4 4 4 5 7 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Assault Rifles + Combat Pool: 4 + Karma Pool: 3 - 1 vs TN 10 for "kp 12/12 used. tn 6 to dodge.":
1 1 2 2 2 2 3 5 5 8 = 0 Successes
«Game» Backup to offline storage commencing. Game may freeze for a bit…
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 9:
1 3 4 4 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "No dodging successes!"
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 3 + Combat Pool: 10 vs TN 7:
1 2 2 2 2 2 2 3 4 4 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 3 + Combat Pool: 10 vs TN 7 for "KP!":
1 1 1 2 2 2 4 4 4 4 4 10 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 1 for "Regeneration die!":
1
«Plot» Mafen says, "Ohh, nice."

The creature hisses loudly, as rounds land home. There's a scream and an inhumane gurgle as she yells while a round pierced her rapidly-generating vocal chords. The fourth and fifth rounds jet through the cerebellum, rapidly impairing brain function — her sustained spells drop, revealing an inhumane-looking pale-white child dressed in what appears to be rags, holes punched in from the rounds. She flails backwards, bug-like limbs twisting to land on her feet as she screams in pain and frustration.

«Plot» Mafen says, "She takes an S wound."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Okay, next round."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 4 for "-3.":
1 3 3 5
«Plot» Mafen says, "19."
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Initiative with a result of 17.
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Initiative with a result of 21.
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Hand Blades) + Combat Pool: 9 vs TN 5 for "+2 default, -1 reach.":
1 1 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 11 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 6 + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 7 for "Vampire counterattack! Argh, a crocodile, the natural predators of vampires!":
1 1 1 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 7 = 1 Success
«Plot» Mafen says, "She's tapped too. Undead don't get karmic reserves quite like the living."
«Plot» Mafen says, "As much as it would be nice to do some damage on that pretty little skin."
«Plot» Mafen says, "She is vulnerable to wood. Very vulnerable."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 3 vs TN 16:
2 2 5 = 0 Successes

The stake sinks into her chest, and she shrieks and rapidly shrivels, twisting around it into a pile of dry, jerky-like strips of meat tightened around your fist and wooden stake.

Croc doesn't hesitate for a moment. His target is falling back… this is what he does. This is why people pay him. He leaps forward, gun discarded, one of those three stakes in his hand. It's not his favored weapon, or anything he knows how to use, so he relies on speed and force… a feint towards her eyes draws no reaction, but the real thrust to her heart is still on target, left arm powering the steak deep inside…

And as he twists, the creature shrieks and shrivels, warping and twisting around the stake until dry, jerky-like strips of meat are all that's left, wrapped around his fist and hand-made weapon.
A roughly child-sized pile of strips is all that remains from the vampire slaying.

Nanashi stands where he is. The old man's approving expression is hidden by the helmet, so he's silent for a few moments. « Not bad, big man. Not bad. » He steps forward, focusing on Shoeshine's fallen body. With luck, their third man isn't that badly… shot in the head.
There's a click and a music box starts playing, sitting on a tiny dresser in the corner of the room, As it plays the tune, a small stuffed animal on the dresser sings, "Oh, Illiandra, has fallen, has fallen, has fallen. Oh, Illiandra has fallen, she's dead. Oh, Alexander, you'll get them, you'll get them. Oh, Alexander, you'll get them you will. Oh, illiandra, she's fallen, she's fallen, she's fallen. Oh, Illiandra, she's fallen, she's dead. Oh, Alexander, you'll get the, you'll get them, Oh, Alexander, you'll get them they're dead. Oh, Illiandra…"

Shoeshine Boy 's helmet would have to be removed to see if he's breathing.

Croc turns to look at the music box, and in a fit of sudden anger he hurls some of the strips at the stuffed animal. "Aleksander?" He growls. "Come forth. Ain't no crocodile fear no ghost!"

He does so. He's still breathing — but injured, at least a concussion. He seems to have avoided the brunt of it with his mental strength — or perhaps just his thick skull's deflection. If this was downtown, perhaps it'd be good to take him to a hospital. But it's the Warrens. People deal with this shit every day.
The strips of flesh and cloth slap the stuffed animal, and it falls over, song dying with a descending noet.

Nanashi kneels down, pulling off the snaps that hold the helmet's seal, and then removing Shoeshine Boy's helmet. Cursory medical inspection ensues. In his opinion, Croc is clearly capable of handling whatever shows up.

Commlink-Nanashi> Nanashi says, "Little man alive, he pretty durable."

What remains of the vampire's face is in a horrible grimace — a parody of life, almost like a sculpture of heinous suffering. Would make a good wall trophy.

Just not in the bedroom. Nightmares, man.

Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "Go 'troo his pockets for loose change."

Shoeshine Boy does have a bloody nose to go with the horrible hickey-mark on his neck. And he did drop a stimpatch that he had drawn right next to him.

Croc looks around again, ignoring the face of the vampire, letting the first stake drop to the ground as he readies the second. "Come forth, Vampire. I am a servant of de god most high, and will not let joo stand. Come and face de Almighty's mightiest revenant!"

Nanashi disregards the comment about loose change and picks up the stimpatch. Then he sticks it on Shoeshine's neck and puts the helmet back on. Then the old man stands and moves for the remains of the vampire for a little more medical work. This time: removing the teeth.

Commlink-Nanashi> Nanashi says, "You think shout challenge is real good idea?"

«Plot» Mafen says, "I dunno if it is a good idea, but it is an exceptionally brave and awesome one."

The Shoeshine Boy lays on the ground, stunned, concussed, heavily wounded, though medications surge through his system from the gently applied stim patch. One pile of dead vampire sits not far away — the mythical beast wasn't that tough, was it? Dripping water can be heard but not scene, as the shallow pools and damp bedding and garbage at your feet seem stagnant as swamp water.

Nanashi is, after stimpacking Shoeshine, is over by the shredded remains of the last vampire. He's knelt down, suited fingers jammed into what's left of the mouth while he tries to carefully extract the vampire's teeth. « There at least one more, » He warns his giant troll companion over the comms. Although that much is probably obvious.

Croc nods, still brandishing a wooden sword-spear. In the darkness, the sickly green of his eyes is almost a glow, and even as he disengages his cloak he's still terribely hard to see… «Where do you think it is hiding?» He asks. «We must seek it out.»

The room looks to be the partially collapsed remains of the basement of the hospital. There's a rusted port for an old, long-since extinguished incinerator, and broken steel doors going into the morgue. A collapsed floor a few feet from where the battle took place leads to deeper, possibly to the sub-basement.

«Plot» Mafen says, "So two paths, can either go check out the morgue, or can head down the hole and descend deeper."

Shoeshine comes too. "Ah, sirs, I seem to be slightly disoriented." His eyes show partial mydriasis on the left side of his face.

Nanashi makes no attempt to reactivate his suit's ruthenium. These dual-natured bastards can see him from a mile away anyway. He drops them into a carrying case meant for chips and credsticks, seals it, and slips the case into the hard shell of his backpack before standing up. « I not know. Maybe it seek us out? He bleeding. » One hand gestures at the awakening Shoeshine.

Croc looks down at the dwarf. A blade extends from his wrist. "Bleeding will attract dem. Good bait…" He studies him. "Especially if I open him up. Like sharks, si? Den maybe sell what's left? I know a good ripperdoc…"

Nanashi steps up, placing himself next to Croc and staring down at the little man. « No worth it. Take look - » One hand gestures towards Shoeshine's head. « No pro. Barely get fifty thousand compare to what happen if scene find out. Not worth rep. » The suit's helmet tilts to the side thoughtfully for just a moment. « Blood not bad idea. Maybe we get him smear on something? »

Croc grunts. «Right. And it would be all short stuff. Gear for de midget fetishes, de freaks.» He gestures. «Joo. Go smear joor blood near de hole furder down? I will cover joo. Por favor.»

«Plot» Mafen says, "Saying that to Shoeshine?"

«OOC» Nanashi says, "'We can't murder a teammate, we'd never hear the end of that shit.'"

«Plot» Croc says, "yes."

Shoeshine wobbles, slowly coming to his feet. "Ah… bait, I get it. Okay." He grips his weapon, still coated in blood from the self-inflited shot, then stumbles down toward the hole. He slips at the lip, and tumbles head over heels forward into the darkness.

Croc blinks, then looks back at Nanashi. «Didn't figure dat would happen. Aren't dey supposed to be good on dere feet?» He looks back. «Who first?»

Nanashi is a little confused himself, although with the enclosing helmet it's impossible to tell. « It in his head before, maybe left over. You go? They less likely find you. » The old man quickly scans his suit for any breaches and then prepares to head out after the worryingly helpful Shoeshine.

Croc stares at the old man with the gift of ninjastealth, tilting his head for a moment… then shrugs. He's being paid well, after all. He reingages the ruth, lowers his gun, and slips down the hole after the hapless halfer hero.

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And so, Nanashi follows along, seeing what trouble their dwarf friend gets himself into.

The hole descends down through the ruined structure, and a ramshackle series of stairs curve around. Judging by the fresh blood trail, Shoeshine has staggered slightly on ahead, bit of heat retained in his footsteps — Did he pull his shoes off? They sit on the ground next to the bottom of the stairs.The wall comes to what looks like a series of storage units for a much older building, and a massive diesel generator sits off to the right, rusted and archaic.

Croc licks his lips. "Dis… dis could be a great lair, joo know? I been looking for one. Somefing dat defines me as a person." He stares at the shoes, but doesn't get them… just continues following the blood and the heat, hoping that whatever's there might not see through his ruth. He feels… tapped, somehow.

« No get ideas. This for someone else. » Nanashi's response comes back through the comm quietly while he follows along, trying to make sure the trio aren't followed. His boots tread lightly on the ground. « Kid one piece? »

Still no shoeshine. There's an open door and a blood trail in the series of tiny closet-like storage units.

«Dunno. Haven't seen him.» He looks right, looks left, and continues onwards. «So we are clearing dis place out for someone? So my idea of using de diesal generator as a giant bomb to purify dis place won't work.»

There's a loud, sharp creaking noise from somewhere below you, like several large hinges or bolts being pulled back, then a groaning as something opens.

The ground rumbles a little.

« No good. I bring oxygen, gasoline in truck if we need burn. Someone want move in when we done, so no big damage. Yes? » The old man's voice comes over the comms at a pace similar to his slow, thoughtful footsteps. Then he stops. « Hold it.. someone move. Storage unit. I look. »

Croc's gun is suddenly out at the sound, and he turns. «Check it out,» he says. «I cover joo. Just as well I didn't bring de pussy.»

Nanashi's armored figure neatly vaults over a short wall and follows the sound he heard. It leads him to a wide plate for the diesel tank. He crouches, staring down the hole. « Move up, found way in. Life in diesel tank, it seem. » Once Croc arrives, Nanashi prepares to climb down.

The air is stale and almost unbreathable in the tube, but still seems to be supporting you, though every breath feels shallow.

It's a good 10 meters straight down. Ladder seems to be good steel. A single rivulet of water from above is barely visible as it runs down the side of the rungs.

Creaaaaaaaak, slidddeeee. The loud, controlled motor sound seems to reverse itself as something closes itself shut below.

Croc follows, stepping over the wall, looking down… he hefts the gun and will cover nanashi's descent. He's not going to risk falling on the elderly man if he can help it. «Dis seem like a trap to joo?»

Commlink-Nanashi> Nanashi says, "Maybe a bit. There ladder though, thing mostly okay."

Commlink-Nanashi> Nanashi says, "Ah yes, got some blood. I think they drag kid down here. We may have no choice in organleg."

Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "do we hurry?"

Commlink-Nanashi> Nanashi says, "Yeh, air down here not good. Sealed off tank. No want breathe this drek."

The ladder finally stops off at what could really use some real lighting. You can see some heat from what looks like a bank-vault style door. But without light, can't really make out the details. Shoeshine is nowhere to be found, yet.

Croc mutters and reaches into his gear, pulling out his respirator and fitting it on. «Got it.» he replies. «Covering joo. Let me know when joo hit bottom… and make some space. I will come down… quickly.»

The floor clangs loudly as your weight lands on it, seeming to be steel grating. The water from above drips through it, and you can hear water below the grating, but the edge of it isn't quite clear without light.

Nanashi steps free and inspects the place. He moves away from the ladder and stares at what he finds very slowly. « I clear. »

Croc quickly stows his rifle again, starts down the ladder… one meter… two meters… three… and then he lets go, sliding down the tube towards the bottom, troll express style!

Clang! The steel resonates loudly as the massive body hits the ground, sending reverberations through the grating.

«OOC» Mafen says, "Anyone got an actual light source on?"

Nanashi steps up to and carefully surveys the door, holding his helmet near to it as if listening to the metal. Then as Croc lands, he winces painfully. « That was.. quick. » He states.

«OOC» Mafen says, "It is pitch fucking dark."

Croc grunts. "Jes. Could have been faster, but did not want to break grate. Hold. Cover joor eyes." He pulls something out of his pocket… a lowly pocsec! Hits a few keys, and it lights up like a flashlight… and then with another quick move, he hooks it onto his assault rifle.

"Dere," he says.

Nanashi shakes his head as the sudden flare of light is a touch too much. He then looks back up over the door. « Well. We know kid down here. Let see what we can find. »

The tiny amount of light blooms the area for those with low-light vision. You're in a circular tube, looks like a bored-out wall with some kind of drill, which makes itself evidence after a bit of searching — the rusted, near-destroyed circular drill is sunk into wall behind the ladder. The grating is quite thin but strong, steel grates about four feet wide leading up to the ladder. Under it is a large pool of still water, and it's not easy to see how deep it is, though it is cold. — probably not much deeper than the height of the tunnel from where you stand. Someone went to a lot of expense to dig this a long time ago.
Facing forward, away form the ladder, the vault door is evident. It's been moved recently, having shaken off some of the dust and you can see the radiation symbol. There doesn't seem to be any visible means of opening it, and four large crossbars lay across it — steel cylinders like in a bank vault, though generally they are on the other side, perhaps it's just extra security.

Croc says "Si." He sweeps the light over the door, searching for an entrance. "Dis… strange. It look like it was made to keep something in, to joo?"

The bloody footsteps of your barefoot compatriot are evidence on the grate with the little bit of the light. He went that-away, through the door.

«Game» Backup to offline storage commencing. Game may freeze for a bit…

Nanashi runs a gauntletted hand across the heavy cylinders. « Yeh, a bit. And our buddy went through here. It open somehow. »

«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Intelligence for "boop?=mafen":
1 1 2 4 4 5 5
Mafen pages: You only hear the whispering of the wind.

Croc shakes his head. "Somehow," he says, adjusting the rifle, tucking it at his side as he steps forward and places his hands on the bars. "Take one of de stakes from my belt, just in case." And then his grip tightens, and he starts to feel around the door, searching for how it opens.

Nanashi turns around slowly, his boots splashing slightly on the wet floor of the tank as he makes his way towards the giant troll. « Eh, maybe. » One hand reaches for a stake.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 12 vs TN 4 for "Contested surprise — who gets the drop on who?":
2 2 2 2 3 4 4 5 5 5 7 10 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Reaction vs TN 2:
2 2 2 3 3 4 5 5 10 10 = 10 Successes
«OOC» Nanashi says, "Yeeaaaa boiiiii."
«OOC» Mafen says, "Yeah, he didn't realize you saw it."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Roll it!"
«Plot» Mafen says, "Penalty for blind attack."
«OOC» Nanashi says, "Haha, oh man. I love this run so hard."
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Cyberspurs) + Combat Pool: 8 + Karma Pool: 1 vs TN 8 for "Slashing at the creature, intent on inflicting PAIN so the fucker drops its invis. 9/17cp left, 8 kp used now.":
1 1 1 2 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 3 3 5 5 5 5 5 7 9 10 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Cyberspurs) + Combat Pool: 8 + Karma Pool: 1 - 2 vs TN 8 for "9 kp used now.":
1 1 1 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 3 4 4 4 5 5 8 9 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Cyberspurs) + Combat Pool: 8 + Karma Pool: 1 - 4 vs TN 8 for "11 kp used now.":
1 1 1 2 2 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 7 8 9 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Cyberspurs) + Combat Pool: 8 + Karma Pool: 1 - 6 vs TN 8 for "14 kp used now.":
1 2 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 5 7 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 6 vs TN 4 for "Gets no CP to fight back due to total surprise.":
1 1 3 5 7 11 = 3 Successes

«Plot» Mafen says, "4 net."

«Plot» Mafen says, "Damage code?"

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 9 + Combat Pool: 9 vs TN 8 for "Dark Armor 4 quickened, no natural.":
1 2 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 8 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 1 for "Regeneration dice.":
3

«Plot» Mafen says, "It works though, he takes massive damage and drops the invisibility."

«Plot» Mafen says, "Croc, can you roll init vs 4"

«Plot» Mafen says, "If you beat 7 succs, you can act this round."

«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Reaction vs TN 4:
1 1 2 3 3 4 5 5 = 3 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 4 for "+12 Who goes first??":
1 2 2 3

«Plot» Mafen says, "Wow, shitty init."

«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Initiative with a result of 20.

«Plot» Mafen says, "Vam goes on 20."

«Plot» Mafen says, "Vamp's reaction is 12, so he goes first."

«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Initiative with a result of 17.

Nanashi twists suddenly, pivoting and drifting away from Croc's body as if he were a leaf blown in a soft wind. His hand flicks out, two fingers extended to point at an unseen figure. Thousands of filaments extend through the ports on his suit, weaving together in a blink to form the same matte blade he used upstairs. The armored old man takes a short drifting step and jams the blade into the air. Fluids begin to drip about the blade, and a figure begins to materialise.

The vampire is a hideous creature — massive musculature and enormous teeth, ears grown and wide like a bat's, bald and with deep, sunken eyes that seem to pool black, and an enormous, cheshire-cat like grin. It grunts at the sudden damage, but doesn't loose the toothy smirk.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 6 + Sorcery Pool: 6 vs TN 6 for "Force 6 Chaotic World.":
1 1 1 1 1 2 2 4 5 5 5 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 12 - 1 vs TN 6 for "KP 1/3.":
2 2 2 3 4 5 5 5 5 5 8 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 12 - 2 vs TN 6 for "KP 3/3.":
1 1 1 2 3 3 3 3 5 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Intelligence vs TN 6:
2 4 4 5 7 7 10 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Intelligence vs TN 6:
3 4 5 5 7 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Intelligence - 1 vs TN 6 for "15 kp used.":
1 3 5 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Intelligence - 2 vs TN 6 for "17 kp used.":
2 3 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Intelligence - 2 vs TN 6 for "20 kp used.":
2 2 16 = 1 Success
The world starts to twist and distort as the creature uses some foul power. But the willpower of the intrepid… well, adventurous duo seems to prevent them losing seat of their reality entirely — or at least, they don't seem jarred by it. Maybe they're just so jaded that they don't give a damn if reality gets more confusing.

«Plot» Mafen says, "You're up, Nanashi."
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Cyberspurs) + Combat Pool: 8 + Karma Pool: 1 vs TN 8 for "9/17cp remaining, 21 kp used":
1 1 1 1 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 5 5 7 8 11 13 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Cyberspurs) + Combat Pool: 8 + Karma Pool: 1 - 3 vs TN 8 for "22 kp used":
1 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 3 4 5 5 7 9 10 11 17 22 = 5 Successes
«OOC» Nanashi says, "Wow, that was a good one."
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Cyberspurs) + Combat Pool: 8 + Karma Pool: 1 - 8 vs TN 8 for "24 kp used":
2 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 8 9 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Cyberspurs) + Combat Pool: 8 + Karma Pool: 1 - 10 vs TN 8 for "27 kp used":
1 1 2 2 2 3 4 5 5 9 9 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Nanashi will stand at 12.
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 6 + 6 vs TN 4 for "Vampire foo!":
1 1 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 7 10 = 5 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "7 total."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Decapitated, it seems."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Are these guys too easy?"
«OOC» Croc says, "i don't think so. we have suffered 33 percent casualties."
«OOC» Nanashi says, "And we've burned through significant amounts of kp."
«OOC» Croc nods.
«OOC» Croc says, "and nan and are i what you might call 'prime runners.'"
«OOC» Mafen says, "Okay, well, pose the decapitation. : )"

Nanashi pulls the blade free. He moves again, feet planted steadily on the metal ground while his upper body pivots. The armored man makes another attack, lightning fast and it's only a simple slash - but it seems to get the job done. He follows up with a swift kick to the torso that sends the creature tumbling back, and its head landing wetly at his feet. « Frack. Yeh, we gonna need your stake. » He mutters over the comms. « Sorry, no able tell if it hear me warn you. »

The body shrivels up and dries rapidly, becoming that ugly leatherish, slightly preserved form like the previously dead vampire.

There's a creak and a groan as the retaining bolts start to slide back for the door.

Croc twists with the reaction, quick enough to raise his rifle but not enough to get any shots off… and there's nanashi, standing victorious. Croc ponders for a moment, just a moment, then lowers the weapons. «Whatever you say, Abuelo, I…» Then the door starts to open again, and he pivots towards the door, holding the gun at waist level.

Nanashi bends down and picks up the leathery head. He inspects it carefully with his free hand, checking the state of the teeth.. and then the door begins to move. He pivots quickly, blade at the ready for whatever happens.

The bolts retracted, the door slowly rolls to the left, revealing a stone-lined hallway not unlike the one you came from. What almost looks like a security checkpoint sits on the left: A clear, armored window with steel slats, though covered with dust, and a door past it with an old-style keypad and a rusty handle, probably leading into the room with the window. The passageway continues forward. A couple lights flicker on, faintly, a very dim, dark yellow flourescensce.

The skreech of the door opening at this distance is near deafening, the massive steel seeming to complain and groan as it is repeatedly moved from what would otherwise be its final resting place. Could definitely use some WD-40 or something.

Croc winces at the screech. Unlike some others, he does not have aural dampening augmentations. "Son of a bitch," he mutters, half-ready to shoot the door out of annoyance. "Punta," he adds, and steps forward. "Dis looks like a killing zone."

Nanashi takes a pair of careful steps forward. Listening. Staring. The tip of his blade weaves about in the air slowly, like a cobra following its prey. Although in this case there doesn't appear to be be any. « Not friendly. But this is what we hear upstair, for sure. » The old man keeps the shrunken head palmed like a small basketball while he clanks forward into the vault. « Question: Why it open now? »

The light dims slightly, and turns red. Torches that didn't seem to be there before light up, one on either side of the passageway — then another 2, and another 2, slowly lighting the way down the corridor. They burn a soft blue.

Blue torches appear, and the lights dim. There's almost a sense of static in your vision, and a faint sound of a violin recording playing from sometime long ago. The blue torches seem to have produced red light, and they light up a path forward.

Nanashi eyes the torches suspiciously. He then glances down at the withered head in his hand. « Bigman, you mind pull teeth from this? I collect. » The old man offers the head while reaching up to tap a light with the tip of his blade.

Croc grunts and takes the head. «Whatever joo say, Abuelo,» and he begins to pop teeth out while he keeps an eye out, the blue torches with red light seeming to set him off a little.

Nanashi waves his blade through the flickering light. « Not exist. This whole thing may not real. » He reopens the chip case and holds it out to Croc for the chips, staring uneasily about their surroundings. « Trust thermo above all else. » Then, the corpse-collecting task complete, he begins moving down the passageway.

«Plot» Mafen says, "The torches show up on thermo too! They are emitting infrared light."

Nanashi comes to a sudden halt a little way in. He gestures at about his waist level, or the giant troll's knees. « Monowire. »

Croc turns, and as he's following, freezes. «Monowire? Evil fiends!» He grimaces. «That could have hurt. Sharp eyes.»

Nanashi carefully peers along the line of the wire into the slatted booth, checking if it's connected to anything nasty.

Commlink-Nanashi> Nanashi says, "Hook up to grenade. Let get this on the way out? Go under for now."

Croc stares at Nanashi, looking down about knee level. «Go… under? Not sure if that is an option, Abuelo. I am rather large.»

«Plot» Mafen says, "Croc could probably squeeze under."
«Plot» Mafen says, "It'd be a little tricky."
«OOC» Shoeshine Boy says, "Do da limbo!"
«OOC» Nanashi says, "Limboooo."

Commlink-Nanashi> Nanashi says, "I no bring anything cut monowire safely. You? May not have choice."

Croc swears. «Go on ahead. Clear some space, then I'll… try… to squeeze under. No room to jump over in here.»

«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Quickness vs TN 6 for "here goes… everything!":
2 2 4 5 5 5 5 8 14 = 2 Successes

Once the space is given, the troll crosses himself and gets on the floor of the tunnel, slowly, carefully shimmying under. Of course there was something to crawl through: when you're big, there's always something to crawl through.

Nanashi swings under the wire before Croc and proceeds along the hallway, deeply suspicious of everything.

A voice calls out, "What brings you here, travelers?" It seems to predictably come from nowhere and everywhere at once, but the voice is female, sing-song nature of it is oddly alluring.
Mafen pages: You hear it in spanish.

Croc freezes, a blade sliding out of his fist. "No tricks," he growls. "I have not walked through the hell of chicago to be brought down here by a harpy siren from hades. Show joorself so I may give joor body to god." (Spanish)

Nanashi straightens up. He seems to be in a similar mindset to Croc.. but he says nothing. Instead, he stares grimly forwards.
"So harsh. Have pity on an old soul. It was Miguel and Illiana out there that were causing problems — surely, you can just leave well enough alone? A poor, vulnerable old woman?"

Croc sets his gaze forward. Illiana. Miguel. No Alexander. That means there's more than one left. He fights the urge to swear under his breath and starts moving forwards.
Nanashi wordlessly moves alongside Croc, blade swinging back and forth slowly in the air in front of him. « She in our heads. No let it get you. End up like kid. »

«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Willpower vs TN 5:
3 4 5 5 5 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls 10 vs TN 8:
1 1 1 1 2 3 5 5 5 8 = 1 Success
Commlink-Shoeshine Boy> Shoeshine Boy says, "She says, "The fight is on in one minute, if you trust that.""

«Plot» Croc says, "penalties: +2 perception tests benefits: 10 levels pain resistance, +1 body, +1 qui, +4 str, +3 willpower, +1d6 init, +2 combat pool"
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls 1 for "kami time":
17
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls 1 for "nitro time":
4
«Plot» Croc says, "40 minutes nitro, 60 minutes kamikaze"
The sound of a door opening is in the darkness ahead.
Two glowing eyes peer out from the door within, just visible to Croc.

Commlink-Shoeshine Boy> Shoeshine Boy says, "The dwarf-sized heat-signature is me - I'm waving."

«OOC» Mafen says, "Yep, that's Shoeshine."

Shoeshine Boy waves his arms EXACTLY the way you wave your arms when you're in a crowd, talking to your pal on the pocsec when he's in the same crowd but you don't know where you are.

«Game» Backup to offline storage commencing. Game may freeze for a bit…
«Plot» Mafen says, "The room is perhaps 10 meters by 10 meters, and 4 meters tall. There seems to be a set of stairs, a balcony, and a few benches, along with a few storage lockers."

Croc finishes his dosing, and the changes come over him. The tunnel Vision descends, focusing his attention. His blood rate increases, his muscles visibly bulging as the chemicals take effect.

His fists tighten. «Affirmative,» he says, stepping over the threshold. «Where is she?»

Commlink-Shoeshine Boy> Shoeshine Boy says, "If she was in the room with me, and she might not have been, she turned into mist from there."

As Croc steps through the threshold, another complicated illusion takes hold, filling the chamber with light. A massive gala ball, women and men in suits and victorian-style dresses, music played by a string quartet as dozens of people dance, laugh, chat with each other, eat and drink.
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls 2 for "Stimpatch minutes - anything over a 6 is a 6.":
3 4

Nanashi frowns sternly inside his helmet. What he's frowning at is unclear, but he gives Croc a careful look when he steps in. The gala erupts about the troll, and Nanashi simply eyes it all warily. After reaching back into his pack, he pulls out another pack of wipes. The blade on his fingers is slowly wiped clean - a process that takes a minute - before it is retracted and the wipe discarded. Then the old man steps in as well.

Shoeshine Boy sings, "Come inside the show's about to start. Guaranteed to blow your head apart."
Shoeshine Boy says "You gotta see the show."
Shoeshine Boy says "It's a dynamo!"

Shoeshine Boy is clearly countering the gala. He's clashing with her music, making it look foolish, unaesthetic.

Croc looks around, and NOW the blades come out again. He growls, a low, fierce sound, looking left and right as the chaos flows around him. "What is dis?" He asks, striding forward. "Show me joor skill, beasts. I am no froo-froo boug… bo… merchant-class gala-gower! I am here to KILL!"

The music increases in volume, but the guests seem to look disapprovingly at Shoeshine. At Croc's outburst, guests scatter around, but then chuckle and close in, a green-eyed, red-haired woman in a brilliant green dress trying to convince Croc to dance with her.
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Intelligence vs TN 4 for "Says the ultrasound.":
2 3 8 11 = 2 Successes

«Plot» Mafen says, "Perception rolls all around."
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Intelligence for "+2 modifier":
1 3 3 4 5 7 7

Commlink-Shoeshine Boy> Shoeshine Boy says, "The six around Croc are real. Two upstairs in the vents, eleven o'clock and one o'clock from me."

Commlink-Shoeshine Boy> Shoeshine Boy says, "Go."

The music swells and the guests laugh and dance.

«Plot» Mafen says, "Actions?"

Nanashi takes up a careful stance against a wall. He offers a polite nod of his faceless helmet to a nearby partygoer and focuses his attention on the woman in the green dress. Then, carefully, he reaches back to his pack to pull the Blazer back out.

Croc listens to Shoeshine, sees the green-eyed, red-haired woman, and for a moment, he seems to soften. For a moment, part of him wants to believe. For a moment, he wants to put down the blades…

And then he snaps back into reality, raises his arms, and he performs his death-spin.
Shoeshine Boy takes his position, keeps looking. If there's a real table here, he'll set it on his side. He won't shoot first. It's not time.

«Plot» Croc says, "actions: spinning around, targeting the six images closest to me- with the focus being the redhead, and going into crazy killah mode."
«Plot» Mafen says, "So, Multi-attack?"
«Plot» Mafen says, "Roll init, all."
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Initiative with a result of 22.
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Initiative with a result of 18.
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls 1:
1
«OOC» Croc has… 19.
«OOC» Croc ponders, no no multiattack. just start off by killing the redhead, and we'll see how it goes from there. Aiming for beheadings.
«OOC» Mafen says, "Alright, combat TN is 4."
«OOC» Mafen says, "Nanashi moves first."
«OOC» Mafen says, "Shoe, you rolling init?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Initiative with a result of 20.
«OOC» Shoeshine Boy is -2 for wound
«OOC» Mafen says, "What is your reaction?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) has the Attribute Reaction with the value '4 (10)'.
«OOC» Mafen says, "So yeah, Nanashi->Shoe->Croc."
«OOC» Nanashi feels spraying Croc with napalm may be a bad idea, so he'll just fire a burst up into a vent Shoeshine said had someone in it. Assuming he knows Croc's attacking?
«OOC» Shoeshine Boy is down to 18.
«OOC» Mafen says, "Ahh, and Croc was 19."
«OOC» Mafen says, "So Nan, Croc, Shoe."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Have to use your judgement, nan."
«OOC» Nanashi will hold then, he's waiting on the first offensive move. But once fighting breaks out that's his action.
«OOC» Nanashi says, "So Croc, you're up!"
«OOC» Croc says, "okay. so 7. hrm."
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Hand Blades) + Combat Pool: 9 vs TN 7 for "main hand":
1 1 1 2 2 2 2 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 7 7 7 10 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Hand Blades) + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 9 for "off hand":
1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Croc says, "dammit. only 4 net."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 10 (brawling) + Combat Pool: 10 vs TN 6 for "Throw attempt.":
1 1 1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 5 5 8 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 10 (brawling) + Combat Pool: 10 vs TN 6 for "Throw attempt.~KP 1/??":
1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 7 10 11 14 15 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 10 (brawling) + Combat Pool: 10 - 6 vs TN 6 for "Throw attempt.~KP 3/??":
1 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 10 10 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 10 (brawling) + Combat Pool: 10 - 8 vs TN 6 for "Throw attempt.~KP 6/??":
1 1 2 2 3 3 5 8 9 10 10 10 = 5 Successes
«OOC» Mafen says, "Erm, not brawling. One of those throwy-martial arts."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 16 vs TN 7 for "13 successes on the melee test, doesn't say net successes. The tiny lady throws Croc!":
1 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 5 13 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 16 - 1 vs TN 7 for "13 successes on the melee test, doesn't say net successes. The tiny lady throws Croc! KP 7/??":
1 1 1 2 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 7 10 11 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 16 - 3 vs TN 7 for "13 successes on the melee test, doesn't say net successes. The tiny lady throws Croc! KP 9/??":
1 1 2 2 3 4 4 5 5 5 10 14 21 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "Okay, damage will be when you hit the wall. Power is halved, so 8D physical."
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Body + 3 vs TN 4:
1 1 1 1 1 1 2 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 8 13 = 13 Successes

The woman in the green dress dodges and slips, and her hand seems to extend to reach the troll's throat, an unnatural, leathery bone-like arm far too long suddenly gripping him like a vice. Supernaturally strong — far beyond anything you would expect — she casually hurls Croc, taking advantage of his own momentum in his attack, flipping him over and sending him careening into the far wall like a… pitched… ham… or something.

Croc careens into the far wall like a… pitched… ham… or something, crushing into it with the full force of the momentum he can carry… but the juggernaught troll is already starting to rise, unphased by the failure of his first charge.

«Plot» Mafen says, "Fire fire fire, burning through my brain. Fire fire fire, making me insane."
«Plot» Mafen says, "And it's a product of everyone's favorite company! Shiawase, building a better tomorrow for the people of yesterday today!"
«Plot» Mafen says, "Okay, damage code on a blazer is… 8M. Fire."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Uh, dodge on that, would… uh…"
«Plot» Mafen says, "Hrm."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Resisted by impact armor…"
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 8 for "Hard to dodge fire really. Making it up on the fly!":
3 3 4 5 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Nanashi has no earthly clue.
«Plot» Mafen says, "Well, that's fortunate."
«Plot» Mafen says, "FIRE WEAKNESS!"
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 12 + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 12 for "Dark Armor 4 reduces, vulnerability doubles damage, regeneration does nothing.":
1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 7 8 10 11 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "What are you firing at, again?"
«Plot» Mafen says, "You light her up. Flames start to go everywhere, even on a couple of extra thralls that are still dancing."
«Plot» Mafen says, "The flames intermingle with the still-present Trid Illusion."
«OOC» Shoeshine Boy says, "My turn?"
«Plot» Mafen says, "Waiting on Nanashi's pose, but go ahead and tell me what you are going to do."
«OOC» Shoeshine Boy will be calmly shooting the two guys upstairs (or maybe one guy twice) because his job is handling background stuff like that AND keeping people informed of what's real and what ain't what he can tell.

Nanashi lifts the small flamethrower. With Croc flying away, he's all clear to see exactly how flammable these vampires are. A gout of fluid sprays from the nozzle, touching the pilot flame and lighting up with a "fwump". It splatters messily on the woman, sticking and burning with dangerous tenacity. Droplets land on the enthralled dancers, who seem oblivious to the terrible heat that ignites their clothing. Crackling and a smell not unlike cooking bacon begins to fill the air.

The woman in green screams, and burning flesh is just visible through the illusion, two glowering eyes still in-tact seem to shine with their own fire in anger as she twirls and flails, shoving the napalm away, though just spreading it out more.

Shoeshine Boy picks one of the shadowy blobs upstairs on his ultrasound. He's guessing they are auxiliary mages, because they're invisible. He's got to go body-center on them, and maybe, just maybe, he can make them fall from the sky.
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 8 for "tn4, +4 invis+ultrasound, +2 wound penalties -2 smartlink":
1 2 2 2 3 4 4 4 4 10 13 15 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Combat Pool: 8 vs TN 4 for "Dodge.":
2 3 4 4 5 7 10 16 = 6 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "He dodges."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Scurrying out of the way at the last moment almost effortlessly."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 8 for "tn4, +4 invis+ultrasound, +2 wound penalties -2 smartlink":
1 1 2 3 3 4 5 5 5 8 = 1 Success
«Plot» Mafen says, "Same target?"
«Plot» Shoeshine Boy says, "yes."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Dodge!":
1 2 3 11 = 1 Success
«Plot» Mafen says, "On a tie, attacker wins?"
«Plot» Shoeshine Boy says, "Yes. 9m apds."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 10 vs TN 5 for "Ow ow ow.":
2 2 4 4 4 5 5 7 9 11 = 5 Successes
«OOC» Mafen says, "Pose teh shot."

Shoeshine Boy knows he's really just giving them something to do. Making sure they have othe things to think about than raining spells down upon them down here. He scurries away from Croc and Nanashi, like his daddy told him to watch for area of effect (and flying napalm). He knows the first shot was just to make him run, but he doesn't see much action on the second. And still he's tracking the bad guys, giving the tactical readouts over the comm.

The rounds sink home with a thwip, undead flesh closing around it disgustingly. The creature's head tilts down toward Shoeshine, a fuzzy, elongated neck with what seem like impossibly uncomfortable joints on the ultrasound.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 4 for "+12 The Green Lady.":
3 3 3 8
«Plot» Mafen says, "Yeah, second pass, sorry."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 4 for "+8~Argus":
1 1 1 1

Maybe he was distracted by being shot. There's not another explanation for this one. One of the vamps suddenly flops off the ceiling, losing his grip or something, landing in a pile of fiery napalm. Injured, but not quite dead.

«OOC» Mafen says, "Super hard to make your villains feel badass when they critically fail on 4 DICE."
«OOC» Nanashi grins.
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 4 for "+8~Lorenzo.":
1 5 7 8
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 6 for "1 die each for thralls, +2.":
1 1 3 5 5 9
«OOC» Shoeshine Boy does not have an 'I meant to do that' face because he is never, ever feline.
«Plot» Mafen says, "Okay, so we got. Green Lady on 17, Lorenzo 17, Argus on never this pass, Nanashi 10, Croc 9, Shoe 8."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Then a boatload of partially injured thralls."

The green lady rears back, and points at Nanashi. He illusion on herself, at least, is fading, and an awful claw like hand is evident. She mutters a couple of words, ending the sentence forcefully.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 8 (sorcery) + Sorcery Pool: 8 vs TN 13 for "Force 8 Manabolt D.":
1 1 1 1 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 9 9 11 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "Great, no successes and she's out of karma. Nice will you have there Nan."

The other, invisible figure on the ceiling that actually gets to act around, other than sigh to himself at his companion's utter failure to be menacing and cool, silently casts a spell at Nanashi as well.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 8 + Sorcery Pool: 8 vs TN 6 for "Decrease Attribute (Willpower), Nanashi.":
1 1 1 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 7 9 11 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 8 + Sorcery Pool: 8 - 3 vs TN 6 for "Decrease Attribute (Willpower), Nanashi.~KP 1/6":
1 1 2 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 7 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 8 + Sorcery Pool: 8 - 4 vs TN 6 for "Decrease Attribute (Willpower), Nanashi.~KP 3/6":
1 1 1 2 2 3 3 4 5 5 9 9 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "He stands on 6."
«Plot» Mafen says, "So you resist with will vs 6."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Okay, your will is temporarily reduced by 1. For as long as it is sustained. Bleh, you guys don't fall over."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Okay, you're up Nanashi."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 10 vs TN 12 for "Party fun time burnin! Do the burning man dance!":
1 2 3 4 4 5 7 7 11 15 = 1 Success
«Plot» Mafen says, "Oh yeah, he's covered in even-more flames. The temperature in the room is rising pretty drastically at this point, and the smoke is starting to be a bit of an issue even three seconds into the napalm-spreading."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Good thing Nanashi has that air tank!"

Nanashi frowns inside his helmet. Something.. tickling? Something.. crawling in his mind? He shakes his head, dismissing the tiny irritances before raising the blazer again. More napalm sprays out in a long arc, this time splattering on the fallen vampire. The sounds of burning, crackling flesh fill the air as black smoke billows up from the piles of vampire flesh and begins to choke the air of the room.

«Plot» Mafen says, "Croc, you are up."
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls 1 for "evens shot, odds stick":
4
«OOC» Nanashi says, "Oh man, throw it."
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Strength + 4 vs TN 7 for "here goes BONANZA!":
2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 5 7 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 6 for "+2 wound modifiers for M wound.":
5 5 16 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 12 vs TN 20 for "Wood Weakness.":
2 2 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 7 9 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "She takes another M: she's at 6 boxes."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Shoe, you're up. Pose croc. The stake sinks into her chest and she screams."

Croc rises up to a knee from his sitting position, the force that threw him against the wall just a drift of the wind to his altered body. He slips an arm around his back and hisses even as fire spreads nearby him, focusing on those green eyes. "Hey, YO BITCH!" He calls. "Joo try Harder next time!" Then his arm snaps around, and a stake is whistling through the air, impaling her in the back. She screams, he finishes rising.

«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Pistols vs TN 8 for "tn4 +4 invis +2 wounds -2 smartlink":
3 3 7 9 10 13 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 10 vs TN 7 for "Yeargh.":
1 1 1 1 4 4 5 8 8 9 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 1 for "Regeneration die.":
9
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Pistols vs TN 8 for "tn4 +4 invis +2 wounds -2 smartlink - second shot":
1 2 3 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "Okay, now ghoul gang-up time."

Commlink-Shoeshine Boy> Shoeshine Boy says, "Follow my shot - last invisible."

Shoeshine Boy shoots up twice - extending his arm, maintaining motion on the ground. Is he hitting? Something's moving up there, making noises as it wall-walk-skitters.

Shoeshine Boy is, at the very least, pointing.

The second round ricochets into the smoke-feeled ceiling. The first one sinks into something, doesn't make a flash, and there's a loud hiss. The flames are catching the materials in the room, and smoke is everywhere, glittering off of the eyes of those still conscious in the room.

Three of the dancers cease their dancing, and attack Nanashi with flaming arms. The other three run toward Croc, feet kicking the man when he's down.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 4 + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 2 for "FiM bonus negates wound penalties and reduces TN to 2. Fight!":
1 2 2 2 4 4 4 5 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 4 + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 2 for "FiM bonus":
1 2 3 4 5 5 9 10 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 4 + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 2 for "FiM bonus~3rd attacker.":
2 2 2 3 4 4 4 8 = 8 Successes

A trio flaming dancers flails towards the heavily armored shape of Nanashi. He lifts his flamethrower almost thoughtfully and instead of firing it, winds back and lobs it fiercely at the one on the left. Immediately he follows through with his blade, which is still in the process of weaving together when he places it square in the throat of the middle dancer. He pulls to the side, the blade arcing with a spray of clear blood-fluid and bone shards before cleanly slicing through the head of the one he hit with his flamethrower. Then, while moving for position, the third one leaps on him. Jagged claws scrape roughly over his armor, leaving behind faint scratch markings.

The figure screams and hisses, teeth seeming to extend viciously and spittle dripping down to the floor and it jumps at Nanashi, teeth digging into the armor harmlessly.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 4 + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 2 for "Attack 1.":
1 2 2 2 3 3 7 9 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 4 + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 2 for "Attack 2.":
1 1 3 4 4 4 5 7 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 4 + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 2 for "Attack 3.":
2 3 4 5 5 5 7 8 = 8 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls 9 vs TN 3 for "first, primary":
1 2 3 4 5 5 10 11 13 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls 9 vs TN 5 for "first, off hand":
1 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 4 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Hand Blades) vs TN 5 for "second attacker":
1 1 1 3 3 4 4 5 10 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Hand Blades) vs TN 7 for "second attacker, off hand":
1 1 2 2 3 3 3 4 5 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Mafen says, "Oof."
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Hand Blades) vs TN 5 for "third attacker":
1 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Hand Blades) vs TN 7 for "third attacker, off hand":
1 1 2 3 4 4 5 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "12 STR, so first one is just 12M phys."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Then 2nd is 14D phys."
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) has the Armor Rating Impact with the value '0 (8)'.
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Body + 3 vs TN 4:
1 1 1 1 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 5 8 8 9 10 = 13 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "3rd is 15D phys."
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Body + 3 vs TN 6:
1 1 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 5 9 9 10 10 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Body + 3 vs TN 7:
1 1 1 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 4 4 4 5 5 5 10 10 10 = 3 Successes
«OOC» Croc says, "oof. not as good as i hoped."
«Plot» Mafen says, "So that's an M and an S?"
«Plot» Mafen says, "9 boxes for Croc. Not overflow though! Phew."

Long distance to Shoeshine Boy: Croc knows his plan, mate. this has all been happy fun time. :)

«Plot» Mafen says, "Green Lady casts powerbolt at Nanashi."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 8 + Sorcery Pool: 2 vs TN 7:
1 1 2 2 2 3 4 4 4 5 = 0 Successes

«Plot» Mafen says, "You feel a ridiculously powerful wave blast past you, but you remain unharmed."
«Plot» Mafen says, "The other vampire, having not learned, is dumping all of his KP and SP in slay human."

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 8 + Sorcery Pool: 8 + Karma Pool: 2 vs TN 13 for "Duhhhh. Even the bonus from decreasing the willpower doesn't help him.":
1 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 5 7 7 8 8 9 10 11 11 = 0 Successes

Death himself touches Nanashi with his scythe… and does nothing. You still have some sand in your hourglass, it seems. A faint voice can almost be heard, "I SUPPOSE I CAN COME BACK LATER."

«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Initiative with a result of 18.
«Auto-Judge[]» Nanashi (#5684) rolls Initiative with a result of 19.
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 4 for "+12, no penalties for pain resistance.":
2 3 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Initiative with a result of 20.
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls 1:
5
«Plot» Mafen says, "Green lady is slightly before you."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 4 for "+8.":
1 3 4 5
«Plot» Mafen says, "Green Lady casts Toxic Wave."

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 8 + Sorcery Pool: 8 for "6L.":
1 2 2 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 7 11

Green screams, and the amplitude increases in pitch and hissing. Her eyes grow bright green — brighter than they should, and then a horrible burst of enegy issues force. A wave of toxic force, spraying acid and goop through the roof explodes from the vampire as she levitates slightly off the ground.

«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Body + 3 vs TN 2:
1 1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 8 9 10 11 = 16 Successes

The thralls are obliterated by it — their skin melting away to reveal ragged skeletons.

«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Body vs TN 2:
1 1 4 4 5 9 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Combat Pool: 9 vs TN 2:
1 2 2 2 2 3 4 7 9 = 8 Successes
«OOC» Mafen says, "That still leaves an L phys."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 8 + Sorcery Pool: 8 vs TN 7 for "Powerbolt D! Grr, drain…":
1 1 2 2 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 11 = 1 Success
«Plot» Mafen says, "Force 6."
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Assault Rifles + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "called shot to the head, base damage 11s. +1 tn to dodge.":
2 2 2 3 5 5 5 5 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Combat Pool: 8 vs TN 4:
1 1 2 2 3 3 4 16 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "That's all she wrote, folks. Green is down. Repeat, Green is down."
«Plot» Mafen says, "I'd recommend staking her still just to be sure though. Re-staking."
----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]-
============================> Combat Jumping Roll <============================
Nanashi (#5684) jumps with 8 dice with no TN modifier and 11 effective Quickness.
«Auto-Judge[]» Rolls: 4 4 5 5 8 10 11 14
------> Interpreted Results <-----—-
If this attempted jump is taken as a free action:
A 7 Meter Running Horizontal jump
A 5 Meter Standing Horizontal jump
A 4 Meter Vertical jump of any kind including reach
If this attempted jump is taken as all movement during a combat phase:
A 11 Meter Running Horizontal jump
A 7 Meter Standing Horizontal jump
A 4 Meter Vertical jump of any kind including reach


They come at him. He's on his knee, so croc's at a disadvantage, and there are three of them… he fights well, but he's not fighting to kill yet, just playing for time. The crocodile is patient. He takes a massive gash across his face, severing a horn, splitting an eye. More claws shred through his flesh, ripping up a lung, cutting open part of his throat… but he sits there, lightly parrying, starting to laugh. He seems ready to rise, when the wave comes… and while covered in sludge, battered by the toxic twisting, he still remains unphased… and as the skeletons fall, the ooze-covered troll sees his opportunity. He laughs, pulling up his sabre, sets his aim on the now easily-targeted Green…

And pull the trigger. Three bullets, placed on target. She starts to move at the last moment, avoiding one of them… but the other two hit. One driving through a glowing green eye, splattering out the back, the other exploding into the brainpan…

And she's down. «Bitch is down. Turning attention towards da sky.»

Nanashi is suddenly stunned. Magical forces, enough to kill at least four men, pound through his mind. Somewhere in the mix a giant wave of toxic energy flashes through the room, obliterating the ghoul chewing on his armor. Sizzling ooze reacts with his ruthenium, turning him into a rainbow of rippling colors as the magical liquid evaporates into the astral ether.

The old man is perhaps a little unhappy with how things have gone right now. His leathery brow furrows inside the helmet, and he glances about through his visor.. and notices Shoeshine pointing at something on the ceiling. Perfect. His boots splash on the damp floor and smoke laden with glowing vampire embers parts as he rapidly accelerates. And.. JUMP.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 5 (brawling) + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 6 for "Sustaining spell.":
1 2 2 2 2 3 4 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 1 for "Regeneration die.":
5
«Plot» Mafen says, "So unfortunate it wasn't a 1."
«Plot» Mafen says, "You do both rip him off the wall, and he falls under gravity's ken, and he drops his sustained spells though."

Shoeshine Boy heads over to him - arm? Wristlock. Ankle? Ankle lock. The only way he's getting away (being the goal) is to turn into mist, and his personal guess is, he'll have no time.

The vampire on the ceiling is, perhaps understandably, caught offguard by a suddenly vertical foe. The blade slices through his wrist and arm, the damage heals quickly but the creature does lose its grip on the ceiling. Nanashi lands a couple of meters away, the vampire flat on its back in the muck.

Alexander is a hunter. An animal. And this is the moment when everything changes. Green is dead. And then the man he thought he would surely kill just leapt off the ground into the air, and he felt a sinking feeling of claws inside his body.
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Escrima vs TN 6 for "tn 4, +2 wounds +2 grappling to subdue, -2 prone needs to end up with 1 success":
1 1 2 2 2 5 16 = 1 Success
«OOC» Shoeshine Boy says, "Let's see if he can shrug it off."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 5 + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 6:
1 1 1 3 4 9 16 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Mafen says, "FRIENDS IN MELEE!"

Shoeshine Boy just takes his hand, and encircles it in a firm grip. A solid clasp. He oculd get up, but he can't run. there's no getting away.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 8 + 8 vs TN 4 for "R6 Mass Blindness.":
1 1 1 1 2 2 2 2 2 3 3 5 5 7 8 10 = 5 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) has the Attribute Intelligence with the value '5 (7)'.
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) has the Attribute Intelligence with the value '4'.
«Plot» Mafen says, "No resistance apparently."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Doesn't have an (R) listed."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Shoe, can you confirm that? (Sorry my grasp on magic is so shitty.)"
«Plot» Mafen says, "So +succs to your perception roll, and you must take a simple action and a perception roll to see anything."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Or, you can blind fight!"
«Plot» Shoeshine Boy says, "1. To see at all you must take a simple action and make a perception test and that lasts. Aside from that, all vistual perception tests are made at +1 for every net success, up to a maximum for the force of the spell."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Wraparound. Green dead."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Alex prone, so his init drops."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Croc is up."

«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Intelligence vs TN 6:
1 2 2 4 4 4 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine Boy (#844) rolls Intelligence vs TN 6:
1 3 4 11 = 1 Success

«Plot» Mafen says, "+2 TN for Croc, and blinded."

«Plot» Mafen says, "+4 for Shoe."

«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Intelligence for "need to get lucky enough to see someone…":
1 2 2 3 4 5 9
«Plot» Mafen says, "You see everybody."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Simple action used though."
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Assault Rifles + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "called shot for the head. you son of a bitch.":
1 1 2 3 3 5 5 7 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 5:
1 1 4 9 = 1 Success
«OOC» Nanashi says, "Go Croc, you glorious murderous madman!"
«Plot» Mafen says, "He's dead."
«OOC» Shoeshine Boy says, "And there was much rejoicing."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Now only 'Xander lives."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Yes."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Sustained spells end when the caster dies."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Nanashi, you are up."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Alexander is being grappled by Shoeshine, who is amazingly brave to grapple somebody with twice their strength."

Croc doesn't like being blind. His aim was already shifting from his kneeling position, and when the lights go out, he focuses, his tunnel vision almost getting in the way… but there he is. Targeting reticule set over the head, good, trigger pulled… another vampire dead of bits of brain and bone shatter the world.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 5 (brawling) vs TN 4 for "Well, fuck.":
1 1 2 8 10 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "He's dead. You grab his head and cut it clean off."

Shoeshine Boy feels the body go limp in his hands, amidst that desperate kicking-at-ankles.

Nanashi also hates being blind. The surge of irritation at this is quickly banished by an equally motivated team member. The old man straightens up, shaking his head to clear the remenants of magic from his mind. Then he sets his eyes on the remaining vampire - Alexander, currently wrestling with Shoeshine. Quick footsteps splash on the ground, taking him the distance to the grappling pair. His free hand reaches in, snaking past the vampire's defenses in a manner that implies he has two elbows or three arms. Gauntletted fingers wrap hair about themselves and pull back fiercely, just long enough for the old man's blade to neatly slash through the extended neck. Blood and fluids begin to pour from the stump to splatter on Shoeshine's hazmat suit.

Nanashi stands up, outlined by the glow of flames. Severed head in one hand and long blade extending from the fingers of the other. Napalm crackles and burns on the floor of the large room, filling the air with smoke and sooty particles. « Keep moving. Low oxygen. May be more. » His voice comes over the comms - not even breathless.

Shoeshine Boy 's eyes gradually come back online - diagnostics scrolling up and being logged at the corners of his vision, showing Nanashi there with the body. He scans right, left, up, down, scrolling through his many vision modes.

Commlink-Shoeshine Boy> Shoeshine Boy says, "Looks clear for now. I have spare air if anyone needs it."

Croc nods and rises, blood dripping… rather, pouring out of wounds on his body. «Consultation. I have anywhere between nine and fifty-nine minutes left operational. I'm not sure of my wounds, but…» Yeah, it's bad. He's got massive, gaping wounds, and toxic waste dripping out of them.

Shoeshine Boy takes out a packet of water and wipes the acid off his hands before they get crippled.

Commlink-Shoeshine Boy> Shoeshine Boy says, "If I fall, hit me with another stimpatch. They're right here."

Croc isn't looking very good at all. He is seriously injured in a not-joking way. Broken ribs. Possibly broken limbs, though he seems to be walking on them no problem.

That tibia jutting out of his left leg is disconcerting.

Shoeshine Boy has only a trauma patch as far as his first aid capabilities go. But he gets that one out too in case he needs to lay it down.

The gaping slashes across his horns, eyes, and throat aren't good, either.

«Plot» Mafen says, "Further down the hallway, too, there's a room with a hyperbaric chamber. This may be where Green was stored: The medical equipment makes you wonder if maybe some doctor had a side job in research on HMMVV.
«Plot» Mafen says, "You can pose at will. Though your chars don't know it, the threats are neutralized entirely."

Croc seems to come more into himself. «Sweep and clean?» He asks. «we do it quickly, I can get somewhere… safer… soon.»

Shoeshine Boy does ask Croc, "Want me to get some of that acid off of you?"

Croc grunts. «Not jet. Don't know what else will come out wif it. We sweep and clean and den we finish.»

Nanashi turns around slowly. He frowns, eyeing all the doors. « I hear. Take bedroom, try patch other up. Need fire extinguish. » This is bad. Even a child would know that Croc's in bad shape - no small feat. His ruthenium still crackles and shimmers, reacting poorly to what's left of the magical toxic waste while he moves. Dropping the head and picking up a disinfecting wipe from the medkit, Nanashi begins to move about quickly. Sticking his head into each room in search of a fire extinguisher.

Shoeshine Boy goes back on the pistol. His eyes are fully booted up now, and he moves into sweep and sccan mode, tossing the rooms.

Shoeshine Boy checks quadraps, spots traps, looks for secret dressers and drawers where people hide datachips and so forth. He is quick, effective, his nerves and speed are going.. speed. Yes, that's the stimpatch talking. "The secret compartment of my ring I fill, with an Underdog super energy pill," he mutters to himself.

Empty. Definitely signs of the vamps living there, but no other living or unliving creatures.

«Plot» Mafen says, "Yes, there's an old fire extinguisher, perhaps half charged, stuck on the wall."
«Plot» Mafen says, "Last time it was inspected was 2045, noting on the tag on the dial as you rip it off the wall."

Croc turns to look at Nanashi. «I finish sweep,» he repeats, dully, unable to focus on much else. «Then I rest.» He is as good as his word, sweeping through, gun covering with quiet expertise. For all his obvious wounds, he doesn't seem to be reacting to them at all…

But even the unlearn'ed can tell it's only a matter of time.

Mafen pages: Four rooms with cots, one with a queen-sized bed. Various artifacts of conquests and death. And the room with the research equipment and the hypobaric chamber.

The toxic waste quickly ruins the wipe before he even has a chance to clean his blade, which causes nothing but irritation to the old man. Scowling, he finds an extinguisher in an alcove and quickly breaks it out with no regard for the locks or procedures. Pulling the safety off, he turns to Croc, « No go far. Stay here. » Then he heads for the napalm, hoping to be able to put some of it out without displacing all their air. « Safety now, sweep later. We at only exit. »

Shoeshine Boy gets out his air tank and mask for Croc. It's about time, given the smoke and acid in here.

Croc sits down heavily, nodding, taking the the tank and mask… some of the drugs already starting to wear off. He would reach for his bliss, but… he's so tired as it is, and… thump. He's out, on green's bed, breathing softly in through the gas ask.

«OOC» Croc chooses to fail his soak against the 8d stun from nitro running out, goes unconcious.

Shoeshine Boy discovers, to his welcome surprise, that he doesn't fall unconscious when the stimpatch runs out, although the room does spin. He sits on guard, clutching the little pistol that was almost more useful as a pointing device.

Nanashi clumsily operates the extinguisher with one hand and claw, frowning at the inside of his helmet. Every breath is growing more and more painful due to the lingering toxic vapors. Foam sprays out on the remaining napalm, wetly damping out the flames. Smoke billows through the room, and Nanashi hauls ass out of there for now. Teeth can be collected later. The remaining rooms need to be swept before the door can be opened and the place ventilated. « Hoi, how it going you two? »

Commlink-Shoeshine Boy> Shoeshine Boy says, "He's resting. So am I. He looks… stable."

Shoeshine curls up by the nightstand, sitting down as the world spins. Croc is out, clearly — at least he seems to still be breathing, but nothing is for sure at this point. Do you know a doctor that would come down here, or, alternatively, do you think you could carry him?

Shoeshine Boy won't dare to say more than that. "If my rope is in place, and he's stable, yes. He's oozing blood right now and he really needs to stop doing that. Do you have an actual first aid kit? The gause I have with me won't barely cover his foot.

Commlink-Nanashi> Nanashi says, "Keep eye on him. He not in shape be carried out of here yet. You able make sure he stop bleed? Blood in this place danger."

It doesn't seem like there is any practical way to stop his bleeding. He's slowly leaking on the sheets. A little bit of triage on the wounds and you stop the bulk of it… his platelets are going to have to do the rest.

Commlink-Shoeshine Boy> Shoeshine Boy says, "No more than basic boy scouts stuff."

Shoeshine Boy does the basic boy scouts stuff, and stands on guard. He ain't ready to do any carrying neither.

Shoeshine bumps into a drawer, which slides open as he stands.

Shoeshine Boy is required to peer within.

Shoeshine finds a bronze dagger, with a wavy blade. It looks well constructed. It is inscripted with strange letters that look like wave lines generally terminated in a vertical line at the top of each character.

Shoeshine Boy doesn't touch, but when Nanashi returns, he draws his attention to it.

Nanashi moves between the rooms quickly, not seeing much besides furniture. Nothing that he's really interested in. « Magic. You think you can handle, go ahead. » He says in passing about the dagger. « Other room clean. Final room.. they working on thing? Got some setup, few year old and broken. I think they trying keep someone here. » The old man is gone as quickly as he came past, heading for the security room. « Open door, ventilate now. Need get fresh air. »

Shoeshine Boy gets a baggie, puts hand in baggie, grips hilt, reverses baggie, wraps the silver heat-reflecting cloak from his survival kit around that, and stows it.

Croc slowly stills, his immense biology slowly coming into play, as, almost like a crocodile, he slips into a strange torpor…

«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls 13 vs TN 7 for "how's my healing looking? before looking at first aid or magic, of course.":
1 1 1 1 1 1 1 2 3 4 5 7 7 = 2 Successes

With a loud groaning sound, the main door slides the bolts back… and then slowly rolls to the side, like a gigantic gear following at track away. the vibrations resonate even to the room Croc and Shoeshine are in, gently shaking Croc in his dreams.

Croc's blades slide out of their sockets with a quiet 'snikt.'

Shoeshine Boy , even as he's resting, has his mind working. He can't fold Croc up. He's going to have to make a framework to bring him up that shaft lying down. That means one of these beds - or one of these matresses, wrapped around like half-a-cocoon. they'll be stiff enough so he doesn't fold, drop, or bounce.

Nanashi settles in the security room, taking a long moment to wipe his blade clean and disinfect it before retracting it to work on the door's opening circuitry. Then he steps out, walking towards the room where Croc and Shoeshine are. « Things seem good here. Down here empty bloodsucker at least. » He eyes the small man's actions slowly - the size difference there us almost comical. « Kid, let's just get gourney from other room. Put him in there while we fix leg up. »

From afar, Shoeshine Boy will laugh if you go to Mr. Terrific for magical healing. :) But you like have 7 other people to do it as well or better.

«Plot» Mafen says, "He does fit on the table in the medical room. The medical room is hardly a clinic though. All the tools that do exist are outdated, and everything valuable is mostly gone."

The dwarf and armored old man haul Croc into the medical area, laying him out and administering some attention to try and set the most egregious of his wounds straight. Then, Nanashi strides off, collecting teeth on his way out. He sweeps the remaining floors of the hospital, counting and keeping track of whatever he sees.. although it doesn't appear to be much.

He looks about outside, up and down the street to see if anybody cared about the gunfire a couple of hours ago. Doesn't look like it either.. so far so good. A phone call is placed to his contact: Job's done. Sewers are open, but we've got a wounded and could use a favor in return.

All in all, that wasn't as bad as it could have been. At least it was a good challenge.

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