GM: Mr. Terrific
Players: Johnny, Hollywood(Fiona)
Synopsis: Mr. Terrific gets news about a hit on The Croc to take place while he's fighting for glory (and nuyen) in Domino's Colosseum. So he rounds up some people to put a stop to it. Of course, it has to be done on the sly, amongst the crowd, without starting a riot or angering the Sinners who are running the fight. (And without alerting The Croc, who doesn't care for Mr. Terrific.)
Date: Nov. 9, 2071
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Fighting may happen. Do you give consent for fighting to happen?"
«Plot» Johnny says, "yep, I consent to a good fight."
«Plot» Hollywood says, "I consent to the consequences of a fight."
Mr.Terrific comes in, looking around, obviously in a hurry. He spots Johnny - whereas he's seen Fiona, he's fought alongside Johnny and has gathered he's up for a rumble at a moment's notice, especially if there's pay. "Hey," he calls to Johnny. "I'm in a rush and I need a side man. Mission Hills, Sinners territory. You up for it?" He isn't hiding his words in any way, so most anyone here could hear. Must not be the most secret of things.
Johnny is sitting over a mug of beer, but, when shouted at by Mr. T he looks up, interested enough. Not wasting time sitting around he stands, metal mug in hand, and starts to stroll across the room toward the magician, dressed in his usual biker gear. "Yep." He responds easily, "I can do dreck ferya ifya like."Lifting his mug he takes a gulp of the beer, then adds, "Need me ta go get changed?"
Fiona, drinking a beer while watching a couple of thug-wannabes playing pool, looks up and toward T and Johnny. Quirking an eyebrow, she murmurs a few words to the thugs and saunters away. Popping up more or less at Johnny's side a moment or so later, she inquires, "What do you need exactly?"
Mr.Terrific says, "Assume there'll be a fight. But a sly one. I'll be busy on the magic end. Do you know anyone else to pull…" is what he's saying when Fiona comes up. Now, normally his eyes would slide away when an elf came up to talk to him, but this might be just the thing for someone of an elvish persuasion. Here's where he brings down his tone. "Guy I know of, acquaintance, is fighting at Domino's Coliseum tonight. I heard there's gonna be a hit on him, and I want to stop it. Whatever we do, it's gotta be silent. The crowd will cover shouting, and punching, hell, they'll be fighting amongst themselves. But if we haul off with something loud, everyone will turn on us."
Johnny grunts, his attention going from Mr. T, to a reflective surface to glance Hollywood over, and back to Mr. T. He's good with those windows and mirrors, for sure. "I, ain't got nothin too quiet, less yer wantin me ta just snap some necks." He rumbles in a gruff undertone, jesturing vaguely with his mug before he lifts it to take another gulp, finishing it off. He doesn't object to Hollywood showing up, and, it now seems unlikely he will.
Mr.Terrific says, "If that's what you got, that's what you got. Silenced weapons, knives, blackjacks, fists, and good eyes. Especially good eyes. That's what I'm looking for."
Taking a swig of her beer, Fiona considers Terrific's dilemma. "Well I can do silent. I'd probably need some help to finish anyone off though." She smiles lightly over the top of her beer, nodding in Johnny's direction. "But playing spotter or talker is my specialty."
Johnny steps briefly away to plunk his empty mug on a nearby table as he mulls it over. Returning to the little group a moment later he says, "I can bust some heads, ain't particularly good at spottin folks but I'll do m'best. Probly ain't gonna be too hard." He says this relaxedly, then frowns a bit and furrows his brow, "Well, it wadn't gonna be till I said that, anyway." He amends.
Mr.Terrific looks to the two of you and says, "All right. Time's a wasting. Do you all know how to get to Domino's Colosseum in Mission Hills? And do you have commlinks to sync up?"
Johnny nods simply and starts to walk for the door, pulling out a com from his jacket pocket, just a small thing that goes in your ear with the subvocal mic. As he walks he says, "Godda seat on bitcha m'bike if someone wantsa ride, sink on 135.79." This being said he continues on his way, apparently getting the urgent bit.
Mr. Terrific says, "That would be nice - my car's in the shop - unless the spot is taken."
Mr.Terrific looks to Fiona.
Fiona nods, "Good on both counts. How long do we have to get there?" The elf knocks off the last of her beer and steps back a long step to set the empty bottle down on a table. She smiles cheerily to the table's occupants before stepping back up to T and Johnny. "I can get there, no problem."
Mr. Terrific says, "Shoot for between thirty minutes to an hour. I don't know when he's fighting. Could be fast, could be slow. Get suited up, get going."
Mr.Terrific syncs up, heads out. And gives a wry smile. "And thanks."
Johnny slots the comm headset into his ear as he steps out the door, having heard the tail end of the conversation with his enhanced hearing. As he walks he starts to murmer into his comm.
Commlink-Gambit> Johnny says, "testin testin testin. Ifya wanna ride Bitch, Terrific, come on out. I'm good on gear, ain't gonna grab nothin that'll make me stand out or nothin."
Commlink-Mr.Terrific> Mr.Terrific says, "Coming!"
"Be there quick as I can. I just need to pick somethin' up on the way," replies Fiona. She offers a bright smile and nods her head to Terrific as she trails him and Johnny out of the building. Along the way, she pulls out her own comm and quickly synchs up.
Mission Hills
Like a nightmare version of Las Vegas, Mission Hills sprawls lazily during the day, its streets in disrepair and lined with the trash and debris of the previous evening. At night, however, it comes alive as a hive of debauchery and sin, reveling in every conceivable vice. One richly appointed lofts and condos lie in ruin, used as brothels and flop houses for those looking for a good time. Gaudily appointed businesses thrive here like maggots on a corpse, selling beetles and cheap guns and other good and services, with only a few staying more than a few days in any one place.
Wrecked and gutted cars block many streets, requiring one to travel on foot and channeling that traffic towards the aforementioned businesses. Corner whores and alleyway drug dealers are common, and there is the hint of danger at every turn. Here the dangers are more visceral than simply being shot: slavery is all too common, with human trafficking one of the most popular ways to make a buck. The nights are often torn with the sounds of screams, some of pleasure from the many whorehouses, and some of pain from the nightly fights and gladiatorial games.
Gang: The Sinners
«And»
Mission Hills - Domino's Coliseum
The basement of this building has been converted into an "Ultimate Tough Man" ring. The 2 meter tall fenced in octagon in the center of the basement is surounded by bleachers for the spectators.
High stakes gambling on the fights takes place here, as well as minor betting. Each evening there is an Ultimate Fighting Challenge that takes place, with an entrance fee of 50 nuyen for the small fights, 500 nuyen for the moderate fights, and 5000 nuyen for the big-high stakes matches.
Large quantities of money can be won and lost here in a short period of time. Bring your bodyguard with you though, because everyone knows who wins the big money, and it's a long way to go before you reach law abiding citizen territory.
«Plot» Johnny says, "for the reccord, Johnny has on him, a full suit of formfit under his biker cloth that should be just about invisible, and, goth/steampunk styled black and metallic bracers strapped over his forearms on the outside of his black leather jacket. Also has a sawed off shotgun hidden under the jacket on his left side."
«Plot» Hollywood says, "For the record, Hollywood is wearing Secure Clothing and a real leather jacket with forearm guards hidden under her sleeves. She also has ten throwing knives in her pockets."
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "And Mr. Terrific is wearing a leather duster, an armored vest, and has a concealed Browning under his arm."
Mr.Terrific and Johnny will make the border crossing, and pay their gang fees for traversal down to Mission Hills. Getting through the gaily facepainted Sinners (routinely being offered the services of painted women - and little boys should they refuse the first, and animals if they refuse the second - isn't too difficult when they say they're here for the fights. Obviously, that's where the Sinners are making their money tonight, and so harassing people about crossing the turf to spend money that goes to the Sinners is not quite right.
Johnny seems used to the hustle and bustle of the gang life, even giving a few flirty remarks with his denials to the female prostitutes. The little boys and animals, however, he gives a more firm refusal. Strolling through the doors of the underground fighting arena, decked out in his usual rough biker atire and not being nearly as pretty as your average wageslave, he fits in just fine with the crowd. Once inside he stays near the front entrence and waits for Hollywood to make her arival, arms folded over his chest and his best, 'skrew with me and I wrip you in half' look plastered on his face.
Fiona makes a phone call once she's out of Falstaff's and waits all of five minutes for a ride to materialize. She hops into a grey work van loaded with DJ equipment and makes small talk with the black human male in the driver's seat on the jaunt to the border crossing. The border crossing is really more of a smuggler's route into the Warrens, requiring Hollywood to make pouty faces and grease a couple of palms to the gangers guarding the entrance.
Black Ice drops her off at the Bastille and hauls hoop out of the hell hole that is the Warrens. Fiona jogs to her hidey hole and picks up her forearm guards and several throwing knives before jogging back out of the Bastille. She flips up the hood of her hoodie and hops a ride with another tennant on the back of his Rapier. Pulling up to the Colliseum, she hops off and passes the guy some cred for the ride before he peels out.
Hollywood sighs quietly and weaves through the crowd, largely schmoozing her way toward Johnny.
Some fighting is already going on in the ring - a pudgy dwarf who shows a remarkable ability to ignore impact is fighting MMA style with a human who would ordinarily be very good at dishing it out. And the crowd is standing room only, but not yet a throng of bodies. Every so often scuffles break out when someone brushes into someone else, and 'disses' them, or someone's colors clash with someone else's, and belly-bumping, pushing, and scuffling breaks out. The only people with really big armament are the Sinners running things. They're the ones selling the alcohol, the Nova, the Bliss, all over there by the bar. Another source of conflict are 'Trolls In Front'. It's a continuous fight to get them to stand in back.
Commlink-Mr.Terrific> Mr.Terrific says, "Okay, astral is bad. But nothing out of the ordinary. It's hard-ass shit to cast in here. Start scoping."
Johnny glances over Hollywood as she makes her way toward him, and then says, stepping up close and leaning in, as if to kiss her on the ear, "Act like eye candy, be m'eyes, lets look 'round. Don't worry though, ya ain't my type." This being said the big southerner, though still an inch shorter than Hollywood, glances about and gives a smirk like he just won the lottery.
Commlink-Hollywood> Hollywood says, "Understood."
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "All righty. So this will be organized into 'incidents' and there will be three possible 'incidents' to detect and to thwart."
Fiona flips down her hood, now that she's up close with Johnny. She flaps her lips for a few moments, largely not actually saying anything, to make a show of being Johnny's arm candy. That accomplished, she smiles cheerily and wraps an arm around one of Johnny's, gesturing for him to lead the way. With their cover established, Hollywood lets her gaze wander the crowd carefully, green eyes flicking from person to person as she analyzes whatever she can see.
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 6 for "The Stealth of Incident #1":
1 2 4 5 11 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Intelligence for "thermo, low light, and hearing amp":
4 5 23
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Intelligence for "Natural Low Light":
2 4 4 4 4 5 5
Money is being exchanged on the first fight, with 'Iron Mike' being a fan favorite. And from the way he just Takes Nothing, that would be a pretty good bet. But all of a sudden, a thai roundhouse kick gets him in the side of the head, and it's too much. He suddenly fades. A few more hits, and the human is laying in the boots, stomping his belly while he's down. The match is called, and a few people win big when the money changes hands - a lot of losers.
«What Johnny Spots» Just before Iron Mike 'lost his concentration' you saw the glint of a needle sticking out of the back of his knee, where his Orthoskin would be weak. it fell out and now it's gone in the dust of the ring-scuffle.
Johnny pulls Hollywood along through the crowd, and, is in the middle of distractedly watching the fights when he tenses. Something, when the dwarf is kicked in the head, catches the big southerner's attention. Regardless it would only be noticed by Hollywood, what with their arms being linked, and he soon relaxes and moves on. Suddenly his scowl at everyone around him, previously his default, 'step off my girl' face, is a lot more real.
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 6 for "Shooter-stealth":
1 4 5 5 5 15
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "And now tag a 15, either of you."
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Intelligence vs TN 15:
1 2 3 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Intelligence vs TN 15 for "Luck Be With A Lady Tonight":
2 3 4 5 5 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Intelligence vs TN 15 for "Luck Be With A Lady Tonight KP: 1/1":
2 2 4 4 4 7 11 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Intelligence vs TN 15 for "karma please make me a ninja? KP1":
2 2 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Intelligence vs TN 17 for "Does Mr. T catch anything, he's at +2 from astral":
1 2 3 5 5 5 = 0 Successes
Fiona tips her head and tries to follow Johnny's gaze with her own green eyes, but can't seem to pick up on anything. She scowls to herself, quickly shifting the scowl to a forced smile. Parsing so many bodies, so much violence, in short periods of time is still new to her. The elf whispers to Johnny, "What'd you see?"
Commlink-Gambit> Johnny says, "Goddamn fight was rigged, dwarf got hit witha needle, some kinda trank is m'bet."
Commlink-Hollywood> Hollywood says, "Kinda glad I didn't bet then."
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, " And yet, the identity of the shooter was not detected. This time."
The next fight is two orks, dressed in gaudy tribal uniforms, fighting with kinda blunted but not really tomahawks. This is sort of like a dance, sort of stylized, and has a lot of blood. The tomahawks are rigged to go about a quarter inch in at most, breaking flesh. There are rules, but also skill and endurance, and both of them aren't breaking the rules. The next fight is with chainsaws, and well, that guy'll be getting a cyberarm. That was probably the point. (And the crowd goes wild!)
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 3 for "This is a stealth - the difficulty will be this +2, and then another roll at 7.":
5 5 11
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "ie, so make a roll at tn 13 and then at tn 7"
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Intelligence vs TN 13 for "thermo, low light, hearing amp":
1 3 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Intelligence vs TN 7 for "thermo, low light, hearing amp":
2 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Intelligence vs TN 13 for "Natural Low Light":
1 3 3 4 8 11 14 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Intelligence vs TN 7 for "Natural Low Light":
1 1 3 4 4 10 10 = 2 Successes
«What Fiona Spots» You know those trolls doing the 'Down in front!'? They just came together and started talking to one another in a group. This isn't strange, because it's what lots of people do. But what they are really doing is 'The Human Wall'. With their backs as a shield, they are each taking a piece of something, and slipping it to the guy in the middle, who puts it together. You only catch glimpses. But you know what some of the parts are, and you can make out the obvious (to you) imprint under his massive duster jacket as the troll goes to the back wall. It's a Ranger X-bow, troll-sized, troll-strengthed.'.
Still somewhat annoyed with herself that she didn't catch the tranqs used on the dwarf in the last fight, Fiona is redoubling her efforts. Hollywood moves like quicksilver through the crowd, equal parts natural grace and comprehension of social interactions like this - not that having Johnny on her arm isn't helping smooth things along nicely. As the ork fight progresses though, Fiona starts to straighten up even more than normal. Johnny can probably see the hairs on the back of her neck standing up as she shifts her gaze toward the ring.
Commlink-Hollywood> Hollywood says, "Those trolls by the ring."
There's a break while they mop and dry the ring, then it's a hand-razor fight, brutally fast, with welts opening up on their orthoskin from the light-bladed strikes.
Commlink-Gambit> Johnny says, "what 'bout em?"
Commlink-Hollywood> Hollywood says, "One of them's putting together a Ranger X. Troll-grade. The others are covering, keeping folks from seeing what's going on."
Johnny glances briefly toward where Hollywood is looking, then, grunts and starts to pull her along, attempting to jostle for a spot closer to the action, it seems, or at least closer to those trolls. Though he doesn't move quickly, nither does he delay. He's just waiting to get a lock on the right troll, searching for him…
Commlink-Gambit> Johnny says, "a'ight, this is the plan, if yer nodda good hand ta hand person, just watch m'back and keep an eye out, I'll try ta handle this. i ain't armored up fera brawl witha troll, not ta mention more than one, but I might could be able ta do somethin."
The trolls in question split apart, some going for their next hit of Nitro, some going to the restroom, some going for the low benches set up beside the ring. But one, the one that Fiona spotted, heads to the very back corner, in the shadow of one of the big-ass concrete pillars that holds up the place.
Commlink-Hollywood> Hollywood says, "I'll do my bes- Hey! The one with the bow is headed for the back."
Commlink-Gambit> Johnny says, "but, now that they're splittin up, make sure nothin else is goin on. I think I got this. Keep at m'back."
Commlink-Hollywood> Hollywood says, "Okay."
Johnny unloops his arm from Hollywood's, slaps her on the rear, though a lot more gently than it looks, and then moves off quickly after the troll, keeping his head down as if he were heading for something else in that direction.
Fiona oofs quietly as Johny drags her toward the ring. She scans the crowds, keeping an eye on the trolls as they approach. They split apart though, but Hollywood keeps her green eyes locked on the one with the bow; the others are relatively easy to track. At the slap to the butt, she plays up the squeak that pops out of her mouth and she smiles appreciatively at Johnny as he stalks off. Hollywood quietly trails behind some distance, keeping off to one side as she scans the coliseum again.
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Stealth for "hopefully looking like a crazy biker helps":
4 4 5 11
Mister Troll with bow is looking at the ring, checking the time. It's almost like he's waiting for the right person to shoot. Because why would you bring a silent weapon here otherwise when you know it's not allowed?
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 3 vs TN 11 for "Spotting that Johnny is Up To No Good":
4 4 4 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Johnny (and Fiona) are off to the side of the Target Troll who has no idea That They Know His plans. The troll is like ten foot tall, big, brawny, and there's just a little space behind him. More realistically, one can get to his flank, beside him."
Johnny grunts as he moves through the crowd, and once a mere 3 M away, he lowers his shoulder and, rushing forward as fast as he can and smacking some random joe out of his way, attempts to slam head on into the troll with the bow. He aims to hit him at about waist hight and hopefully bull-rush him off his feet and into the corner so he can put the beat down on the much larger, and probably much stronger dude.
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Reaction roll. Johnny, you are initiating action, so TN 2. The troll makes a reaction roll TN 4.
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Troll's reaction":
2 3 3 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Reaction vs TN 2:
2 2 2 2 3 3 5 7 = 8 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Reaction vs TN 4 for "Let's Get Dangerous":
1 1 1 2 2 5 5 5 10 11 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Initiative with a result of 15.
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Mister Terrific doesn't see any of this as he is watching the Astral."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 1 for "+4 Archer Troll":
4
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Initiative with a result of 14.
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Beautiful. We have Fiona 15 (delaying until originator Johnny goes) Johnny 14, and Troll 8, who 1. did not perceive he was going to be attacked and 2. failed his reaction roll against both participants."
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Johnny! Are you smacking?"
«Plot» Johnny says, "I'm going to knock his block off, affermative."
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 4 for "Pick on someone your own size!":
1 1 1 1 2 3 3 4 5 16 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Brawling vs TN 4 for "pick on someone your own size KP 1 (2nd total used)":
1 2 3 3 3 5 5 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Johnny says, "I stand at 5 successes"
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "As the troll is surprised, he cannot counterattack with Brawling. He can only soak with body and combat pool. What is your strength?"
«Plot» Johnny says, "8, 7 because I'm using close combat"
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 9 + 4 vs TN 6 for "A lined coat, needed to conceal this giant Ranger X-bow, has Impact 1, troll has 9 body, is using 4 combat pool, base hth damage is 6D stun":
1 1 1 1 1 1 2 2 4 4 5 7 8 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 9 + 4 - 2 vs TN 6 for "troll kp 1":
2 2 3 5 5 5 5 7 8 10 10 = 4 Successes
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Troll takes light from head to solar plexus, is shoved back a pace into the corner. This fight is 'hidden'. You may pose it."
Johnny slams into the troll with the force of a really pissed off gorilla, staggering him back into the corner with his shoulder. Though the troll's giant self and armor keep him from being broken in half, Johnny none the less takes a single step back and brings both hands up, clearly about to start smacking the big dude around.
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Fiona!"
«Plot» Hollywood says, "I'll move closer to the fight, but not fast enough to attract attention. If I still have other actions, I'll take a chance to use a Simple Action for Observe in Detail to see if there's anyone paying attention to Johnny and Troll."
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "You seem to be pretty good. The noise of it is lost, and the troll hasn't had a chance to call for help."
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "The troll at 8! This is the action that the troll loses due to surprise. He can't do anything."
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Second pass! Fiona! Again!"
«Plot» Hollywood says, "Continue closing distance at a walking pace, continue watching Johnny's back."
Moving as quickly as she dares - a pace not more than a brisk walk - Fiona winds her way through the crowd. She looks like an elf on a mission - a mission involving the restroom that is - as she squirms and practically slithers through the crowd. Hollywood keeps her head moving, alert for danger as she moves ever closer to Johnny and his new special friend, trying not to attract attention to herself or Johnny in the process. It's rather a balancing act.
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Johnny!"
Johnny launches himself at the troll before the big guy has a chance to gather himself up and attempts to grab a fist full of his jacket at fist level and jerk it toward him while aiming his other fist at the troll's gut, hopefully to hit him hard enough to double him up to be disposed of.
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "get over here, trolly boy.":
1 2 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 8 13 = 8 Successes
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "4 succ stages it up to 7d, 4 more makes it 9d, 1 impact makes it 8d."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 9 + 1 vs TN 8 for "body 9, last combat pool":
1 1 2 2 3 3 3 5 5 10 = 1 Success
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Not enough. He is knocked out with a bruise to the gut. You may pose it all nice and quiet-like.
Johnny hammers his fist into the troll's stomach twice more, before he is doubled up in pain, and the big human can grab the troll by the back of the head and ram him face-first into the ground with enough force to flatten the big dude's nose like a grose, cartlagy pancake. His job complete, the southerner steps away from the crumpled mound of trollflesh toward Hollywood, as if he hadn't done anything at all.
«Plot» And then Fiona, make a perception against…"
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 3 for "stealth":
1 2 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Intelligence vs TN 9 for "They Call Me The Eye of Sauron":
1 1 2 3 3 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Ah well. Let's see how Johnny leaves the unconscious body."
Commlink-Hollywood> Hollywood says, "Are we just leaving that guy there? Shouldn't we stuff him in a dumpster or something?"
Commlink-Gambit> Johnny says, "huh? Hrrm…A'ight, whatever. Keep an eye out."
Johnny stops, having only gone about four steps, before he turns and strolls back over to the downed troll. Stooping he grabs a fist full of jacket at the big guy's collar, picks up his bow in the other hand, and starts to drag him toward the men's room.
«Plot» Johnny says, "the bow was tucked in the troll's jacket, as a note, I'm leaving it there while I drag him"
People chortle as Johnny drags the huge troll into the restroom. Haw haw, drunk/drugged out trog-boy! That one never gets old.
«Plot» Johnny says, "dumping him in the handicap stall propped up on the toilet as if using it."
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Beautiful. Okay, incident number three!"
Fiona shuffles through the crowd some more, keeping her eyes open for any additional attackers. She shifts her weight from foot to foot, bouncing a little as she damn near jogs in place. The redhead flicks her gaze hither, thither, and yon, on the look out for trouble.
Johnny steps out of the bathroom and makes his way casually back over to Hollywood, seeming as calm as ever as he rubs his gloved knuckles.
And here it is. You can tell it's the main event from the swell of music, from the press of the crowd, the smell of the stale sweat. And then, here he is, leaping down into the ring from the tightness of the rafters, the giant troll. Hispanic features covered in scars, age lines starting to appear around the corners of his eyes (with their whites tinted strangely green), a heavy brow, tusks chipped and tipped with steel, black hair going grey worn in a long ponytail and horns curling out from under. He's wearing a greatcloak, showman's ring attire, leather pants, massive steel-shanked crocodile boots. A necklace with the teeth of his recent kills jankles on his chest. He roars at the crowd, and the crowd roars back.
Commlink-Mr.Terrific> Mr.Terrific says, "We're on. This is the guy."
Commlink-Gambit> Johnny says, "a'ight. Well, I godda troll what was gonna shoot em. Now Ig godda find their backup."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 12 vs TN 6 for "The enemy's Improved Invisibility Spell.":
1 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 5 9 14 16 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Intelligence roll. You need three sixes to pierce it."
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Intelligence vs TN 6 for "Oh Crap":
1 4 4 5 5 14 16 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Intelligence vs TN 6 for "yeah right, like I can pull this off":
1 3 4 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "And now, one last stealth to spot the guy you've been missing all this time."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 6 for "Final stealth":
2 2 3 4 4 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Intelligence vs TN 7 for "damn you, guy.":
3 3 3 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Intelligence vs TN 7 for "SPOT MR. INVISIBLE!":
1 2 2 3 4 4 11 = 1 Success
This is a handicap match. The massive trog in the ring is going to be fighting an ork, a troll, and a human; all of whom can tag out and back in. Anything goes, all weapons permitted. But the trog prefers his cyberspurs; he uses them like an artiste, he strings it out, he plays with them. The ork loses an eye but keeps fighting, sucking up the punctures until his screams are about equal with the screams of the troll to tag out. And…
Commlink-Mr.Terrific> Mr.Terrific says, "Holy crap, I am fucked. They are tagging him with ritual magic and sending spirits down the link on remote services. Do you see the invisible guy?"
Commlink-Gambit> Johnny says, "nope."
Commlink-Hollywood> Hollywood says, "I… Don't think so?"
«Plot To Fiona» 'No, you don't see the invisible guy, but you see the guy sitting on a stool crowded by the bar take out a slim silver straw, like you might use to snort nose candy, except he's putting it in his mouth.
Commlink-Hollywood> Hollywood says, "I do see the guy at the bar with an improvised blowgun."
Commlink-Gambit> Johnny says, "not sure what that'll mean with spirits, but ifya like, I can go take him out. Ain't gonna be able ta do that without attractin some kinda fuss though."
Commlink-Gambit> Johnny says, "'ll have ta hit and fraggin run."
Commlink-Mr.Terrific> Mr.Terrific says, "You want me to make the invisible guy under the bleachers with the rocket launcher visible?"
Commlink-Hollywood> Hollywood says, "… That would be helpful."
Commlink-Mr.Terrific> Mr.Terrific says, "All right, the spirits will see me…"
Commlink-Hollywood> Hollywood says, "Would it be easier to geek the spirits first? I don't really know magic stuff like this."
Commlink-Gambit> Johnny says, "yep, well, do that then run. I'll take the fragger with the launcher, Darlin, can ya take the fella with the blow gun? I might could take both, one after the other, but I doubt it."
Commlink-Hollywood> Hollywood says, "Sure. I'll take the guy at the bar."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Centering vs TN 5 for "Against BG 2":
1 2 5 7 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 2 vs TN 5 for "Need 3 successes to Dispel the Imp Invis":
1 1 1 2 2 3 3 4 5 8 11 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 4 vs TN 5 for "against 5m stun":
1 2 2 3 3 3 3 5 9 16 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 4 - 3 vs TN 5 for "kp 1":
2 3 3 4 4 4 8 = 1 Success
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Mr. Terrific takes no drain."
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "And as you might have surmised; at this point Mr. Terrific appears to be having a spastic fit, but you know he's fighting spirits in the astral. Then again, everyone is flailing their arms right now because of the awesome fight in the ring. Conveniently he can neither help nor hinder the two of you, nor can you assist him in any real way. And both of you have targets to deal with."
Johnny slips into the crowd and moves around under the bleachers. Spotting the guy he is after, the one with the rocket launcher, he starts to stalk through the people, slips under the bleachers, and attempts to come up out of the man's line of sight.
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Stealth for "Ninja be with me":
3 5 10 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 4 vs TN 10 for "The guy with the rocket launcher to see Johnny":
1 2 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "The guy with the rocket launcher, however, does know that SOMEONE spotted him and canceled his spell. He just won't have the advantage of spotting Johnny."
It's times like this that Fiona wishes whips were easier to conceal and carry. She disengages from Johnny again, breathing quite quickly as she psyches herself up for this. Hollywood licks the palms of her hands and "slicks" her long red hair back, even though it's already bound back in a ponytail before she tucks down and starts angling toward the bar. One hand slips into a jacket pocket and wraps around the hilt of a throwing knife protectively as she moves quickly, quietly, and hopefully invisibly through the crowd.
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Stealth for "Elven Stripper-Ninja?":
2 2 2 3 3
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 4 vs TN 3:
1 2 5 5 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Now, we do reaction rolls. RL (rocket Launcher), who is human sized, did not see Johnny, but he knows he has been spotted and dispelled so both will have reaction TN 4. The guy with the silver straw and Fiona have both seen one another, and don't do anything surprise related, they just roll inits."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 6 vs TN 4 for "RL reaction":
1 1 4 4 5 17 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Reaction vs TN 4:
1 1 1 2 3 4 4 10 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "RL will not be surprised, he beat Johnny's Reaction.
The human with the rocket launcher looks down and can see himself - he starts looking around frantically to see if anyone has spotted him, and spots Johnny mid-gunch.
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Initiative with a result of 16.
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Initiative with a result of 15.
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 2 for "+6 RL init":
3 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 2 for "+6 SS (Silver Straw)":
4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) has the Attribute Reaction with the value '6 (10)'.
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Order is: Johnny 16, Fiona 15, SS 15 (lower reaction than Fiona), RL 14"
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Johnny! He has a big ungainly rocket backpack on, and has turned to face you."
Johnny is in the process of sneaking up on the man with the rocket backpack, when, he turns and notices him. "Frag." I sall the big man rumbles, his expression going wryly amused, before he rushes forward. Both hands come up, as, with his left hand he tries to smack the man's weapon to one side, his right moving up to try and palm the side of the man's head to bash it against the nearest solid object. While the troll might have been quite a bit bigger than him, Johnny is a large guy, and this unlucky dude before him is just another human.
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 4 for "Do going for a high score, how many things can I bounce his head off of?":
1 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 8 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 3 + 3 vs TN 4 for "Covering up, trying to bring my vibroknife into play":
1 3 3 4 10 16 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "8m stun, staging up to 8s to me, I have a Secure Jacket for 3 impact, working down 5S stun"
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 5 vs TN 5 for "S stun":
1 2 2 3 3 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 5 vs TN 5 for "S stun kp 1":
1 4 5 5 11 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "He takes M stun, and you can choose the 'klong' for a footrest underneath the corrugated metal bleachers, or the 'chunt' of hitting a retaining bar."
Johnny manages to push the deadly end of the rocket launcher away, and, with a audible 'THUNK' bounces the man's head off the footrest of the metal bleachers. Lucky for him it's loud so people are unlikely to notice. Jerking the man back about a foot to repeat the process he notices the vibroknife being swung up at him just in time to jerk his arm back. Narrowly avoiding being slashed he frowns a bit at the man.
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Fiona!"
«Plot» Hollywood says, "How close am I?"
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "About 10 meters."
Fiona keeps from frowning as she realizes she's been spotted. She can't decide if it's just bad luck or she's not working hard enough at blending into the crowd, but she feels her stomach tighten with terror as she realizes she's been made. The elf tightens her grip on the throwing knife in her pocket as she moves in closer and closer, coming to a stop just three meters from the Filipino. Hollywood's green eyes widen as she spies the light pistol come out and she freezes for the second, trying to figure out exactly what she should do.
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Silver straw!"
Clearly having seen Fiona's approach, the man with the silver straw (slim, sallow-faced, oriental.. filipino perhaps?) draws out an Ares Light Fire 70, the kind with the integral silencer. He keeps an eye on her with the light pistol tucked under his arm, shielded by his body, close to the bar. But if he has a smartlink on that thing, you know that the cursor will show up in his eye view and he doesn't have to line anything up. "Get Out," he mouthes at you, the threat obvious.
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 6 for "SS Stealth to keep others from seeing":
1 1 4 4 5 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 3 vs TN 7 for "Others seeing":
1 1 10 = 1 Success
The bartender says, "Hey man. Put that away," as a free action.
Commlink-Gambit> Johnny says, "How ya holdin up, darlin? *grunt* I'm 'bout ta whip this fella's ass."
Commlink-Hollywood> Hollywood says, "This is going to be a bad night."
Commlink-Gambit> Johnny says, "hold on, play it sweet and I'll come over yonder ta kick his ass."
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "And RL (Rocket launcher)
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "The guy with the rocket launcher draws his Vibro-knife as a simple action and cannot attack with it. He can only threaten Johnny with it.. and talk into his commlink."
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "But at least he's way more skilled with it."
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Second pass. Johnny."
Johnny lunges forward, despite the fact the man before him just drew a knife. Shoving in close he reaches up to smack his right palm against his apponent's knife arm in an attempt to stop any attacks with it, while his left fist comes around in a vicious hook toward the blade fighter's jaw.
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "Going to knock you out, sucka.":
1 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 4 5 11 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 1 vs TN 4 for "take two, 3 of four karma":
2 4 4 5 5 7 9 16 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 5 + 5 vs TN 6 for "tn 4, +2 moderate stun":
1 1 2 2 2 4 4 5 8 11 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "That is 8 successes, stages up 2 past deadly for base 10d stun, -3 impact is 7d stun."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 5 vs TN 7 for "d stun":
2 3 5 10 23 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "And he is at 9 boxes."
Johnny slams RL's head back with the left hook, before grabbing him by the forearm and jerking him into a Clinch. Smashing his Knee into the man's stomach, he ignore's the man's knife as it bounces off one of his bracers, being swung blindly. Letting the man out of the clinch he keeps hold of the back of his neck and bounces his forehead off of one of the metal support beams. Releasing the man then he lets him stagger a step away, still frowning as he gives him at least a chance to do, something, anything. He does not look impressed with the hitman.
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Fiona!"
As the initial shock of the situation wears off, Fiona's mind starts going again - at warp speed. Hollywood moves her mouth without offering words for several seconds before she jerks her hands out of her pockets, leaving her throwing knife in her pocket for the moment. She holds her hands up as her eyes stay wide, her expression going pleading as she stares at Silver Straw.
Johnny said buy time, so she'll buy time her way.
"Whoa, man. Whoa. I just wanted a- I… I just wanted a hit of your blow. No need to draw on me."
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Negotiation vs TN 4 for "How to Win Targets and Influence Assassins":
1 2 3 4 7 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) has the Attribute Intelligence with the value '5 (7)'.
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 4 vs TN 7 for "Suffice it to say that the Bartender is also influencing matters.":
2 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
Silver Straw twirls said silver straw in his fingers, and slides it into his vest pocket. "Yeah, yeah, they see it, they want it. You and your little knife can take it elsewhere." The bartender says, "No guns, or you won't walk out." And the bartender makes a show of sticking close to the guy, because he knows the guy hasn't been doing any blow, and druggies are good about spotting the real blow.
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "RL!"
The guy with the rocket launcher cuts it off his back with the vibroblade because doing it any other way would take way too long. He does it to make a break for it. This ain't going nowhere good - this is not the place or the time, and strangely enough, his best weapon, the eponymous rocket launcher itself, is completely useless in these close quarters. His only hope is that you will want it more than you want him. It looks like he won't be firing through people's legs at the guy in the ring.
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "And so I leave you with this conundrum, Johnny. Get the rocket launcher, let him go? Or take him out, and abandon the rocket launcher for a few moments? Since there are no attacks of opportunity in Shadowrun?"
«Plot» Johnny says, "end it there, that's fine. That dude knows I can kick his ass. I don't want the rocket launcher though."
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "Okay, keen."
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "He runs like hell out the door. The guards watch and laugh. The guy with the silver straw is too closely watched to pull off the drug attack."
Johnny grunts and watches the man go, before glancing down at the rocket launcher. Taking a moment to glance it over, he makes sure it isn't going to self destruct, before heading on his way and leaving it where it is. Moving out from under the bleachers he sets a path for the man with the straw at the bar, strolling purposefully toward him with no attempt at stealth what so ever.
Commlink-Mr.Terrific> Mr.Terrific says, "Whew! That was tough. You guys all right?"
Commlink-Gambit> Johnny says, "yep, hold on though."
Commlink-Hollywood> Hollywood says, "I… Could use some help getting rid of this guy."
In the ring, the giant troll with the cyberspurs and the crocodile-skin boots is crowing his victory, holding up the eye as a trophy. He stalks off, triumphant, into the darkness in the night.
For the moment, Fiona keeps her hands up. "Sure. Sure. Just as soon as you put the gun away, man. I saw the nose-hose, figured I could score." She may be quivering her lower lip in moderate terror now. Guns will do that to delicate little drug addicts like her, won't they?
Johnny strolls right toward the man with the silver straw, commenting to the bar tender as he steps up, "Found this fella's friend hidden under the bleachers with a rocket launcher, might wanna go collect it, I don't want the damned thin'." This being said, the southerner lifts his right fist, rears back, and aims a full on, full body right hook toward the face of Silver Straw. Just for fun, his right hand, happens to be his metal, super sturdy, cyber arm.
Yea verily, the guy puts away the gun as well as the straw, muttering to himself about missing a payday or something. And heeeere comes Johnny. It's not like the guy is super-surprised, but still. Considering he's being watched, all he can do is roll with it, not shoot Johnny in the head like he wants to.
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#6589) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 4 for "Here comes the J Train, sucka!":
1 1 3 4 4 4 4 5 7 8 8 10 17 = 10 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 4 + 4 vs TN 4 for "Brawling, rolling with it":
1 1 3 4 5 5 7 10 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls 4 vs TN 8 for "8m stun stages up to 8d stun, -3 for secure jacket":
1 2 2 5 = 1 Success
«Plot» Mr.Terrific says, "And out like a light"
Johnny not only whips Silver Straw's head around with his metal-fisted punch, but causes his hole body to jerk around in a half circle before he collapses. Grunting in satisfaction he then nods, relaxedly, toward the bar tender, winks at Hollywood, and turns to stroll casually toward the exit.
The bartender says, "Rocket launcher you say?" and clearly subvocalizes into his commlink, giving Johnny a sideways glance. "All right, taken care of. You guys scoot." And the scooting is done.
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