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 Dice Rolling For those confused or new to the dice mechanics of Leverage: You build a pool of dice - the relevant role and attribute, possibly a Distinction die if your Distinction is relevant, and from there you're going to need to use your Talents to get more. Then you use the two highest-rolling dies. Also, try not to roll 1s. 1s are bad. On the Recruitment Job, you have 2 Talents to pick, and can pick them as you need them. Likewise, you can get bonuses by choosing Specialties on the fly. If you're confused, PM or contact me; it can be a little confusing, after all. Oh - and make sure to set each other up for flashbacks! When someone asks you a question related to your backstory and you don't have three full Distinctions yet, you can lay down an Establishment Flashback and get a Plot Point. Afterwards, anyone may suggest a Distinction for you based on what you posted, or you can make one up yourself. (This is not the RAW method, but it'll keep things moving faster for us.) Make sure to read the Flashbacks section of the rules, since they're very handy! A While Ago Everyone got the call. It was different for everyone, of course, but the gist of it was simple. "I need you to make someone hurt. They say you're the best. I should know." You all know the voice. CJ Chrome is one of the top information brokers in the underworld. He doesn't usually sound this upset, though. "I need your help. My mother...yeah, I've got one, anyway, she has kidney problems. Big ones. We can't get a transplant or artificials, either, because she's got rejection issues. But hey, you know, some genius in Loring Pharma - yeah, the Sanyi affiliate - they came up with a wonder drug, one that was meant to fix the rejection issues. Acceprem. Just one problem. After my mom started taking it, she had a heart attack. Some kind of blood clot thing, I don't really get the technicalities. Now, we've had to put her in intensive care, and the docs are even saying we need to operate." Pause. "It's the drug. I did my homework. They've covered it up, but the drug's got side effects. Ones like this. It kills people. I need you to go in and get me payback. I want them to pay for my mom. But you can't do it alone. Don't worry, I've made a few calls. You'll have a team this time." Now You're meeting for the first time. The target is Hans Scoville - CJ's information says he was the man behind the development of Acceprem, the one who buried the side effects and made sure no one heard about them. He's the director of research at Loring Pharma, and...well, he's a jerk. Bribes to inspectors, burying negative reports, the works. The problem is evidence. He's untouchable normally - it's all buried somewhere in proprietary systems inside Loring. The kind you can't get into if you don't have physical access - and even then, there's gonna be ICE. Your job is pretty simple - get in, steal the evidence, get as much cash as you can for CJ...and ruin Scoville. Of course, there's security guards - your standard corporate enforcers, and they'll be trouble. And you'll need to find a way to link this directly to Scoville if you're going to ruin him. Well, find or manufacture. Results are what matter, after all. Your meetup is inside a disused warehouse near the Loring megaplex in the Prague Arcology. Your gear has been set up - linked comms, what blueprints you could get ahold of on short notice, the works. You've heard of each other before - after all, you're all the best at what you do. But this might well be your first time actually meeting each other. What's the plan? Mors Rattus fucked around with this message at Jan 30, 2013 around 20:10 |
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Hugo Bai He was one of the first ones there, sitting on a dusty office chair, glancing over a hardcopy of the floorplan. At a first glance he was dressed in last month's fashion, a three-piece suit and designer sunglasses. Closer inspection will reveal however the sunglasses are counterfeit and the fabric is too shiny to be real silk. The scars on his hands however, are very real. "The name's Hugo, buddy of CJ's. We...go back a bit. Been looking over the specs-" He rattles the paper. "-and I gotta say Loring ain't skimping on the security but they didn't exactly pay top dollar, you know what I mean? Guards working these places ain't soldiers, you know how to talk to or hit them and they fold right up. Open up some big gaps in the coverage, let you get where they don't want ya." "So what I was thinking was, we push our way in, get to the servers and grab what we need. Nice and simple."  Primary Role: Hitter (d10) Secondary Role: Mastermind (d8) Distinctions: Ex-Made Man Attributes: Agility d6 Alertness d8 Intelligence d8 Strength d10 Vitality d8 Willpower d8 Plot Points: 2 ThreeStep fucked around with this message at Feb 18, 2013 around 21:03 |
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 Kanoe walks in only 15 minutes early, and it looks like she crawled out of the nearest gutter. Dirty, tattered black clothes, and old grubby backup, and a decor that puts her out of the punk era of the late 20th century defines the image she projects, but underneath the grime and dark clothing you see a fairly tall, innocent child that seems really angry all the time. Looking over the equipment, she takes notice of some of the security measures that Loring are using, and pulls out an actual paper old-school notebook and mechanical pencil, and begins to jot notes of the design and implementation of these security measures. Glancing in her backpack, the others see a fair amount of other notebooks, and what looks to be a 12 year old deck that isn't all too impressive, even if it is in pristine condition. It doesn't look like its ever been used. As Hugo starts to talk about the security of the building, she takes note of the gaps in coverage that Hugo points out, and starts scribbling in her notebook. "The external security might not bee too tough, but they've got a hell of a firewall. I guess its a Sanyi system, because its drat strong. I was able to break in to some of the public external stuff without it catching me, but I can only guess as to what strength they've got inside. Might need to get physical access to an interface to hack the stronger stuff." quote:Primary Role: Hacker (d10) Mustache Ride fucked around with this message at Jan 31, 2013 around 09:45 |
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Kaito Shion Kaito walks into the warehouse office noticeably bundled up--long jacket, long pants, and regularly present blue scarf all wrapped tightly around him. In one hand he holds a copy of Loring Pharma's publicly available organizational chart, Hans Scoville's position as R&D project head circled and underlined several times, with additional lines drawn to connecting positions above, below, and on his occupational level. In the other, curiously enough, he holds a quart of frozen soygurt and some disposable bowls and spoons; a little snack as he and his new teammates plan to take down an absolute jerk of a medical researcher. "This is the Jerk Ruination Society, we are the Jerk Ruination Society~," he hums as he sets the soygurt on the table and rolls out the chart. He introduces himself to Hugo and Kanoe with a little bow and a handshake before throwing his own observations on the table. "Well, who knows? We might not need to worry about Sanyi system security if one of these other people here let us in themselves." He motions to the chart and the lines connecting to Scoville. "People who answer to him, people he answers to...they can't all be in with him, right?" pre:Role: Grifter d10/Hacker d8/Hitter ?/Mastermind ?/Thief ? Agility: d10 Alertness: d8 Intelligence: d10 Strength: d6 Vitality: d8 Willpower: d6 Distinctions (3 needed): Actually an A.I.: Obvious from his background, this comes with an odd package of quirks and thought processes associated with it. Master of a Million Voices: This is literally what he was created to do, and he's good at it. Sometimes he glitches, of course... Talents (2 needed): Specializations (2 needed):
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| # ? Jan 31, 2013 01:11 |
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Raie Stechrochen Earlier "Of course, CJ. I will do what I can. I am so terribly sorry... Please, send her my regards, even if we've never met." The phone chirps off. Raie lets out a sigh, turning in her chair and straightening up. "A team, then. Hopefully, we can out-run a broken heart." Now Raie had shown up not meaningfully long after Hugo. "Mr. Bai," she had said, "it's been a while, hasn't it? You seem like you're doing well." She had then stepped into the warehouse's seedy little restroom, possibly to get her face on. The door had stayed locked. Now she emerges, looking like she's intending to attend a fashion shoot. She drifts over towards the plans, watching and listening while resting one hand on the table for long moments, considering deeply perhaps, or simply spacing out. Now she taps her fingers. "I think, Hugo, that if we simply did that we would not be able to accomplish much. We would cost them money, but I could flick a cigarette into oiled rags and cause them damage. Insurance would doubtless cover it, and anything that we took would have the taint of such intrusion on it." She lets out a sigh, eyes closing for a moment. "The courts here are less easily bought than in Poland but they could easily get these dismissed as fakes, placed by rabble rousers. It would be an impotent blow." She glances at Kanoe in thoughtful silence for a moment. "Getting in," she murmurs. The sweet voice of the arriving Shion gets another glance and a faint smile, before she says, "It sounds as if we would need to have a strong reason to be there - most of us, at least. And we would need for them to have a reason to let us see their research." quote:Roles: Mastermind d10 / Grifter d8 / Hitter-Thief-Hacker ?? Nessus fucked around with this message at Feb 21, 2013 around 12:12 |
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Hugo Bai Hugo's looks suspiciously at Kaito, glancing over his lenses. "Hey, aren't you that one guy with that one song, the one that goes like" before humming something off tune. "Ms. Stechrochen." Hugo nods, straightening a little "How you been doing? I should be telling you the Old Man's still out for blood. Eh. Not my problem anymore." "All right, so I ain't thinking far enough ahead. You know what I used to do and lookin' at who's all here, I ain't working with the same, ahem, caliber. No offense to anyone," though he looks at Kanoe, thinking what's with the kid? "This just isn't my old crowd." He shrugs, trying to look casual. "So, snatch and grab's out of the question. We need the info though, don't we? Maybe get somebody at the corp to hand it over on their own."
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Kaito Shion Kaito smiles and chuckles--with a slight childish cant in the laugh--at Hugo's look. "Surprised you remember," he tells him. "Crypton likes to...bury...old versions of their songs. And old versions of their singers, but they don't talk about that." His smile turns noticeably cattish. "Not profitable." As he starts spooning out soygurt for everybody, he starts talking to the number one: "As for a way to get in, how about the easy way?" Mentally he shifts his voice higher and flatter, to one appropriate for a corporate yesman toady. "'Hi, we're from JRS Venture Capital, here's my forged business card!'" he begins reciting, with a sing-song cadence. "'we're thinking of giving you a big fresh money injection, but we want to see what you're up to! And while we're at it, can we talk to anybody who might have a reason to see our mark disgraced? Thank you soo much, we'll see about writing you a check in a million years! 'Kay, thanks, bye!'" Kaito shifts his voice back to a normal timbre and fakes a cough. He shrugs.
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Raie Raie accepts her dish of soygurt, dipping the spoon cracker into it and saying to Kaito with a small laugh, "I was thinking along those lines. I believe I can put together a credible image, but we will have to work fast." After a bite of the delicious totally vegan treat, she points the spooncracker at Kanoe's general direction, wobbling it. "I may have to ask for your assistance... Though if I may ask, that deck looks like a classic." Raie smiles, slightly. "Where did you get it?" This is totally meant as a set-up for a flashback IF YOU DARE!!! Nessus fucked around with this message at Jan 31, 2013 around 06:54 |
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Kanoe "Sure, I think I can put something together real quick, articles of corporation, a thick account, a swankly logo, tax records, some newsfeeds and a corporate directory should be okay to start with, right? JRS Venture Capital should be good enough of a name, I guess..." Now hearing the question asked, Kanoe seems to turn bright red at the mention of her deck. "Oh, this old thing? I got my dad to buy it for me when I was real little..." 12 Years ago, a mall outside the Burbank Metropolis posted:
1 year ago, Kova Home posted:KKo logged off, and even though the blackICE training AI was still defeating her one time in twenty, she was feeling pretty good about her skills. Opening the door to her room and letting out her elderly dog, she looks around the house and wonders where her parents went? Finding a note on the table she sees:
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Raie Raie eats several more bites of the delicious Soygurt (It Tastes Like You Remember! soygurt not liable for absence of actual flavor or damage to memory of previous frozen good tastes) as Kanoe lays things out. "Ahhh," she then says, with another smile. After this she aims the spoon towards Kaito. "That voice is almost perfect. But -" The spoon gets slowly twisted like an old-fashioned dial. "Let's make it a little more entitled. But you can't be expected to know better. You're rich, after all. And you're not to be stopped from exploring what you want." Her eyes flick towards Hugo. "I think you should be our responsible adult. As for getting the information, we have to hope they keep those records. And that someone on the inside will be willing to open up about their concerns to a new angel investor." She leans slightly back in the chair then. "After all, I imagine a great deal of short selling of Loring is going to start right around -" A glance at an archaic-style silvery wristwatch. "Now. It's strange how unpredictable the market can be, isn't it, Miss Kova?" An excellent flashback I'd say. I don't want to make any final decisions on stuff until Radiofreak can octopus up in here and give us his mollusk opinions, but I'd suggest 'Plucking Diamonds from poo poo' for that distinction. Maybe as a convention given our inability to point at or PM each other, we should underline things we mean to be specific cues, as opposed to random conversational questions (as seen above).
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Kaito "Oh, you mean like--" Kaito "clears" his throat, pumping up the bass and force of attack, and begins reciting again, sounding like an old upper management capitalist; rather odd coming out the mouth of someone looking like a young man. "Hurdy hurdy hur, profits, losses and overhead, blah blah blah, investments and securities, blah blah, a good second quarter, you're fired!" He covers his mouth with the end of his scarf. "I'm going to need a script for that, I think." he laughs, voice back to normal. "It's too easy to turn it into a joke! Oh, by the way, don't we have a fifth person coming? Need to know whether to scoop out another bowl or eat the rest of it myself."
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Kanoe "Wasn't Mr CJ supposed to meet us here as well? I was pretty sure he said he was going to go over some more details with us in the flash he sent. I don't think I've ever met face to face with him." Kanoe takes out her ancient deck and boots it up, her fingers flying so fast that you can hardly see what screen she's on before she goes to the next, until you show what looks like a "Bank of North America" logo stuck on the screen for a minute or two. Continuing to work quickly, she bypasses the screen and enters several more in quick succession, and you finally see the name "JRS Venture Capital" at the top of the page.
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Hugo Bai "Somebody's got to have that files, maybe to sink the bastard themselves. Always somebody with a grudge, you know?" Hugo nods at Raie's plan, pulling the sunglasses off and leaning forward. The drawl is dropped and he speaks slower, searching for the right words. "So you're thinking, ah, Kaito and me go in, act as investors or higher-ups and push our way into where we ain't supposed to be and then the hacker does, ah, whatever it is you do?" He snorts at Kaito's impersonation. "We're going to have to work on that script though. How much you know about business?"
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Raie Having completed her soygurt, Raie fishes in a small pocket in her blouse, drawing out a smuggled French cigarette and tapping it once on the table. After this she holds it out to Hugo, saying with a lopsided smile, "Do you still have that lighter of yours?" She then answers Kanoe as she crosses one leg over another. "I'm not certain. We could certainly use his aid, but I think we may have to work without him. We're talking about his mother, after all. I wouldn't ask him to leave her side." Drawing in a breath, she smiles at Hugo. "I was thinking you would be our escort or perhaps our silent partner. I would be the sensible and charming businesswoman. And as for you -" Here she looks towards Kaito. "Why, you would have to be impetuous, impatient, asking daring questions and perhaps needing to be taken aside to show something that had fixated your attention." Her eyebrows raise. "By a research director or something, perhaps?" "As for the fifth member of our band, I am not certain myself."
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Hugo Hugo reaches a hand into his jacket, pulling out a lighter. "Course I do, wouldn't want to forget all the poo poo I went through to get it back." "I like that a lot better. Means I don't got to sound like I know all that corporate drek. Lets me focus on what the guards are packin' and what everyone else is doing." The lighter seemed like an obvious place for a flashback but I couldn't think of anything I like. Also was tempted to make this the lighter but it seemed a tad too tacky 
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Kaito "The unexpectedly disarming, impossibly cheerful intern, then?" Kaito shrugs with a smile. "I can't say I've needed to talk business before; for some reason, everybody likes idorus who sound like they know nothing but music. But I can learn. Part of the job, after all!" He's about to take another bite of soygurt, but stops to stare at Hugo's lighter. "Dragon...gold plate...fancy! I'll bet a lighter that fancy has quite the story behind it! Unless, I dunno, they sell brass dragon lighters at every strip mall kiosk and I never noticed?" Hugo needs two distinctions anyways. 
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Hugo "Well, if Ms.Stechrochen thinks you're better off being the spoiled lookie-lou, so be it." He fishes out a cigarette of his own, a Cowboy Brand and lights up. "Now about this?" He holds the lighter up to catch what little light there is. "Where I got it isn't really anybody's business, but you're half right." quote:It had been a hectic and somewhat brutal brawl. The Wave Men were either fleeing the alleyway or lying unconscious on the rain-soaked ground, along with a few of the 2nd Brigade gangers. A younger Hugo was not among those out of the action. Instead he leaned against a crumbling brick wall, catching his breath. His knuckles are bloodied and there's a rip in the arm of his cheap suit, showing a nasty graze wound from a gun. Blood trickles down his face from a similar wound somewhere on the scalp. Also a bit slow to respond, but Kanoe's flashback made me think of a distinction like "Old School Girl."
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Raie Raie takes a drag off the smuggled cigarette and exhales as Kaito inquires after that famous lighter. She crosses one leg over the other and leans back, not interrupting. Before. A sound like a bell being struck fills the cramped Polish apartment as her head swivels, looking through the thin sliver of open doorway between her and that entranceway. She should keep moving but something compels her to stop for a fraction of a second. Stop and see. Stop and memorize. The blood is still there in the air, the light reflecting clearly off of it. She sees it spreading outwards in a fine mist, linear but outgassing from where the pocket railgun was fired. As she watches the bell sounds again and she turns her head by a fraction of a second of arc, her upper body undulating to the side as she slides a foot out, bare toes wrapping on a guardrail for kinesthetic support. She can't see a face. She doesn't need it; faces change. Other things less so. His approximate body mass is estimated by stance, cut of clothing, the indentation on his belt representing pressure on the buckle against synthetic leather, and signs of mild edema in the wrist at ninety to ninety three kilograms with a confidence interval of slightly under one kilogram. Height is easier, particularly when the backscatter from the third sparking shot from the pocket railgun casts a shadow: 172 centimeters. She moves out into the night then, wondering what the look on the priest's face will be. Later. Singapore. A rented banquet hall of no consequence. Raie Stechrochen has a name now, but she isn't using it today. Catering deliveries have gone in, chafing dishes set up, the cash bar automat fully locked, and now the invisible crew have nothing to do until serving. Deflavorized nut protein has been strewn throughout the dishes in low quantity: enough to stimulate a reaction from a man who now weighs one hundred and ten kilograms, but is still 172 centimeters in height, and still has swollen hands. That man, whose name Raie never remembers, is not allergic. His superior is, mildly, but ignored medical advice at his last international scan, suiting his character as heedless and tough. He has never had a reaction strong enough to perceive. Tonight he will, Raie thinks. He will think he has been poisoned. He will blame the 172cm tall man who owned a pocket railpistol once, a few years ago. There is a sixty-five percent chance, Raie estimates, that the 172cm man will die, red blood on a rented carpet. Raie wonders, academically, if there will be three shots, or more, or less. She will not go back inside, though the other caterer already has. In her Lakota Burger uniform, she steps up to the other occupant of the smokers' zone, and draws out a yellowish cigarette, holding it between two unusually well manicured fingers. From beneath the silver-belled hair net, she asks a man struggling in the humidity with his lighter, "Could I ask you for a light?" Words pass meaninglessly. She affects ignorance beyond catering. Sure, she had been to Sioux City. No, the name isn't as literal as you'd think. It's a good thing smokers' rights are coming back, even if they say it's just to boost lung bath demand. It can't be much worth than breathing city air. She gives her name, part of it at least, and says after stepping on the butt and grinding it out beneath moccassin-patterened slipshoes, "Sometimes I think this business is going to kill me." She heard it in a movie she saw in an airport, but it flows easily from her mouth. She collects the butt, gives the angel of mercy a brief smile - and provides an entirely fictuous mail address before stepping off around a corner and into nowhere in particular. Now again. "Kaito, I'm a little surprised. You've never had to talk business? Even so, you mostly need to sell a style, a pattern. If you learn a few phrases and say them in the correct times, you'll already be a better consultant than most."
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Kaito "Well, the last time I tried to 'talk business...' Nagoya Outdoor Concert Hall, many years ago posted:Yoiya naze ni mugen to bi-ha-a-a-a-ai Crypton Corporate HQ Office, a few weeks later posted:The robot with blue hair is watching a recording of a corporate meeting. Several men in suits are seated around a table, along with one young looking woman with a teal tie and long teal hair. ...I got terminated. And by terminated I mean DELETED." He chuckles a bit, nervously. Just in case it's not clear, the concert establishes that the Kaito AI pulling a straight woman/funny man impromptu comedy act is exceeding its intended design capacity, and is what gets Kaito put under watch. Then he blabs about the money side of Crypton just before a would-be buyout deal; it costs Crypton millions and gets Kaito purged as a company risk. Not sure what the distinction should be here, or if I need to rewrite this. Davin Valkri fucked around with this message at Feb 7, 2013 around 05:15 |
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I'm inclined to give the both of you some variation on honesty. Perhaps for Hugo something like 'Hard Work Pays Off' and for Kaito 'Honesty is the Best Policy.' The way I imagine this ebbing and flowing is that Hugo will benefit from, well, hard work and busting his rear end, but problems and complications may arise when things go easily for whatever reason. As for Kaito, I would note the ancient wisdom from GURPS Lensman that 'Cannot Lie' is not the same as 'Cannot Present Partial Truths In A Manner Calculated To Present A Certain False Idea,' 'Cannot Keep OPSEC,' or 'Cannot Stop Giving poo poo Away.' Or to put it another way, "We're here to help" is true on this job - honest, emotional, gripping truth! We're just not necessarily here to help the mark. Also it isn't the same as 'can't lie' so much as "deliberate honesty gets you points." Now you mooks do me 
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| # ? Feb 7, 2013 13:10 |
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Sort of a "'The Easiest Way To Lie': Tell a misinterpreted truth. And Kaito just has an honest face," sort of thing? Yeah, that could work.
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Not sure what kind of distinction Raie's flashback brings to mind. Something like "Blends in with the crowd" maybe? Just to clarify: the 172cm man and the guy with the lighter are two different people, the latter being Hugo? I'll put some more thought into some suggestions; its been a week where I can't brain. For Kaito's, I'd agree with Nessus on some sort of honesty-based Distinction. Earlier I'd only skimmed your summary at the end and wanted to suggest a "Practical Joker" or "Sense of Humor that Won't Quit" sort of Distinction. I had no idea where I was going with Hugo's flashback Some sort of street/dirty fighter kind of scene? I don't know. I'll take a hard work/honest-based distinction though because I really wanted to get Hugo some sort of code of honor/can't lie his rear end off kind of deal. So that worked out Now, to wait and see who our fifth ne'er-do-well is.
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I can agree with Kaito's "Unable to tell a lie" or "Naive Honesty" sort of thing, seems like it'd be a good fit for the flashback. I'd also stay away from Practical Joker. Maybe something like "Honesty Beyond Programming?" Dunno, gotta think on that one. Raie's I would go with something along the lines of "Smiling Rose" playing off the pretty and pretty deadly kind of vibe I was getting from your flashback. Maybe something to do with "Not afraid of bloodshed" would work too. Hugo's would definitely be something about "Grew up tough" or "Gang Taught" something to do with how he grew up. I hope you can get one more Mors
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| # ? Feb 8, 2013 05:10 |
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ThreeStep posted:Not sure what kind of distinction Raie's flashback brings to mind. Something like "Blends in with the crowd" maybe? Just to clarify: the 172cm man and the guy with the lighter are two different people, the latter being Hugo? I'll put some more thought into some suggestions; its been a week where I can't brain.
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Ah, I should comment on the flashbacks besides my own, shouldn't I. These distinctions kinda work like FATE aspects, right? In that they can be "invoked" to get a d8 and "compelled" to get a d4 and a Plot Point for later use? Raie's flashback definitely does suggest an attention to detail and predictions coming from that detail, no surprises there. How about "The Devil of the Details"? The story seems to be one of using tiny things about people to exact her revenge on the 172cm man without him even knowing about it. It could be used by her to set of those sorts of scenarios again using minor subtle things, and maybe against her when she hyperfocuses on tiny details and leaving no traces and misses something important. Not really much to say about Hugo's that hasn't already been said. It almost seems like the distinction should directly evoke the lighter, though; something like "Dragonfire Heart" to represent determination and occasional bullheadedness? As for Kanoe's, "Root Access" should be fine. It can be "invoked" to use Google's massive processing power to help her, but I'm not sure how it can be "compelled". It's easy to see how "Expert Level, Age 15" could be used against her--age-restricted stuff and all that--but slightly harder to see for Root Access. Maybe the AI or the access doing something unexpected? Sorry if I'm being too controlling or harsh with this; I'm kinda looking at these like FATE aspects, like I said, and I don't want to create your characters for you. I have a hard enough time creating mine.
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| # ? Feb 9, 2013 02:26 |
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I think to some extent the idea is in fact to have other people do the distinctions in this phase! So really just provide options and reasoning I'd say, perhaps we can hold informal votes on such matters.
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| # ? Feb 9, 2013 06:18 |
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Nessus is roughly correct here, yeah.
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| # ? Feb 9, 2013 07:16 |
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Since we're kind of in a holding pattern until such time as Mors either rustles up a fifth or rolls us out with just four - and if you're a person who was in the original thread go look and talk to Mors!! Or maybe even if you're new!! - I thought I'd list up the distinctions we'd batted at each other so we can all look at them at once and go 'hey, which wins the prize?' Mostly since we can't go much further without icing out a possible fifth. Kanoe: "Plucking Diamonds from poo poo" "Old School Girl" "Root Access" Raie: "Blends in the crowd" "Smiling Rose" "Devil in the Details" Hugo: "Hard Work Pays Off" "Grew Up Tough" "Dragonfire Heart" Kaito: "Honesty is the Best Policy" "A Sense Of Humor That Won't Quit" "Honesty Beyond Programming" I propose you don't get to vote on your own, but you do get to attach signing statements to your vote for other people. So here's mine. Kanoe: "Root Access". This seems to get at the fundamental shtick she has, as well as perhaps being extendable, metaphorically, into the fact that she is not as hardened to the bullshit of this world of tears in the way that Raie or Hugo are, or that Kaito probably kind of is because he's a Godforsaken soulless machine singing voice. Hugo: "Grew Up Tough" seems to fit his gangsteroid image, where he is mindful and respectful of his heritage and origins. The logical points of difficulty will involve things with 'soft touches,' dealing with non-evil privileged persons, etc. Kaito: "Honesty is the Best Policy" - which yes I did come up with, quiet you - seems to suit the concept best as it touches more on corporate tricksterism. I did not get a strong vibe of Kaito being "a machine," so much as a person who is incidentally probably a cybershell in some anime-looking body. However he also doesn't scream 'funnyman.'
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Huh, I did not notice the pun on "Policy" in that distinction. You're right, that does sound pretty tempting. As for my own proposals: Raie: "Devil in/of the Details". The idea behind this one was to evoke someone who noticed tiny things that nobody else did, tiny things that could then be used against people. I noticed in the flashback that Raie did not identify her antagonists by anything other than one's height (and hands) and another's food allergy, but was able to play those into a plot to take one down. It's also a pun, which is a nice plus. My second choice would probably be "Smiling Rose". Hugo: "Dragonfire Heart". Honestly, if we were doing this FATE style, I'd just suggest "Dragon Lighter" as the aspect, but that doesn't really work as a Leverage distinction. It might be a bit obfuscated, but it does seem to suggest both the lighter and the action in which he got it. He doesn't exactly scream "hardened gangster" in the flashback, but he does suggest "determined to fight". But that might just be me. "Grew Up Tough" would be my second choice.
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| # ? Feb 11, 2013 00:14 |
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As a note, our Thief is now Quadratic Wizard's Chat Cowl.
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| # ? Feb 11, 2013 02:02 |
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Chat Cowl  "I like it. Simple, bold and yet careful at the same time. Very solid." Chat speaks around a mouthful of soygurt, sitting at the table with the others. The chair had been definitely, surely been empty until just this moment, but she was already scraping out the last few licks of soygurt out of the bowl with a finger. She was dressed...somewhat eccentrically. She wore bulky black armor that looked oily and damp--a telltale sign of cloaking tech--and if the helmet that was not resting on the table hadn’t been taken off, made her look nothing like a girl. Even with the helmet off though, she still had a domino mask on snug over her eyes and nose. "You need to look at this like a thief though. Where is the payout? Where is the treasure? For a pharm company like this, it'll be their Keys for the medicine. We steal and leak those, and anyone with a decent printer who wants can just print out a prescription when they need it. It’ll cost them billions. And if you guys are able to pin that on Scoville...” She gave a menacing chuckle, the effect somewhat diluted by the dollop of soygurt on the nose of her mask, “...being out of the job will be the least of his worries. So all we need to do is infiltrate, find the Keys, convince Scoville to put his fingerprints all over them without realizing what he’s doing, then take them and sell them once for profit to a rival corp, then leak them for good to the public.” Primary Role: Thief (d10) Secondary Role: Hitter (d8) Distinctions: Sleeper Agent of Justice, Cyberpunk Robin Hood Attributes: Agility d10 Alertness d8 Intelligence d8 Strength d8 Vitality d6 Willpower d8 Quadratic_Wizard fucked around with this message at Feb 11, 2013 around 21:57 |
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Kaito "But you aren't here to hear me whine about AIs and Crypton, we're here to...eh?!" Kaito suddenly and exaggeratedly turns to the end of the table, where member number five is licking the soygurt from right out of the carton. "Where did you come from?!"
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| # ? Feb 12, 2013 04:59 |
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Hugo He doesn't quite flinch, turning to the sudden newcomer, one hand raised in a fist. When he sees no weapons or outward trouble, he relaxes. "Shoulda known CJ had some trick up his sleeve." Hugo pointed to Kaito. "What he said. That's some fancy tech you're packing there."
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| # ? Feb 12, 2013 05:30 |
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Kanoe Barely glancing up from her terminal as the new person appears in the seat that was empty just a few minutes before, Kanoe responds in kind to the questions gathered from the strangely dressed companion. "Finding the keys and leaking them to the public is the easy part, but getting Scoville's prints all over them will be the problem. Not electronically, understand, but the faith of the news organizations and the feds are to distrust most electronic evidence. We will need to either literally get his prints on the keys, or make him admit that they are his. Anybody got any ideas to accomplish either goal? How about you Inky? What would you do to get him to say they're his keys?"
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| # ? Feb 12, 2013 05:56 |
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"The easy part...Look, those keys ARE the product. New medicines are expensive, but anyone with a factory-grade printer--which these days cost less than a nice car--can print them out easy. Uniform composition, no moving parts, no shape...relatively easy. If they lose those Keys, we've as good as looted every single factory that makes their stuff. Which means they guard it BETTER than every factory they own put together, better than most governments protect their presidents." She held up three fingers and began to counter them off, "Three things. First, getting to the files themselves. Authorized access only, logs of who is where in the building is constantly monitored, and they're going to have old and new school countermeasures in place. Second, actually taking the files. Accessing them is one thing, but creating a new copy is going to be only a little easier than turning water into wine through faith alone. Third, extracting that kind of file isn't going to go unnoticed for long. If we do get it, the whole building is going to go hot, and for a company like this, 'military grade weapons' are what those on a budget have to rely on." "It won't be easy. If it were, I would have done this myself a long time ago and I wouldn't be here with..." She pursed her lips together, "...well, people like you."
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| # ? Feb 12, 2013 07:20 |
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Raie Raie turns in her chair, seeming only mildly surprised at the arrival of their thief. She exhales towards the ceiling, flicking ash into her own bowl and smiling at the action-garbed woman as she has done many times in the last little while. "A pretty solid idea. The most I can really say is that you should keep your eyes open for what we see when we get in, too." She takes another deep drag, and while exhaling sighs out, "And I love your armor." "How far can it go?"
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| # ? Feb 12, 2013 09:49 |
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"Far enough." The soygurt gone, she fitted the helmet back over her head, then let out a soft sigh. Much more comfortable. quote:A few minutes ago
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| # ? Feb 12, 2013 13:30 |
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Hugo "So if we need Scoville's prints, why not arrange things so he uses his key, lets us in somewhere then, you know," he shrugs. "Get them offa him. And about that security, its not like they're gonna bring down the building on us. Corp types don't want a big scene or to lose all their stuff. If they got their heads screwed on right, nobody's going to tossin' grenades or shooting bouncers into the, whatcha call it, server tank?"
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| # ? Feb 12, 2013 20:37 |
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Kaito Kaito may be a little bit thrown by their fifth person appearing out of nowhere--and not even having the courtesy to say "Hello!"--but he doesn't let that stop him too long. He scratches the back of his scarf and thinks. "Well, that answers how we're going to pay for the soygurt," he jokes. "So, the plan is something like this, then?" He steps back from the table and throws his scarf back with a theatrical flair. As he speaks, he pitches his voice up and down to suit the mood, emphasize certain words and phrases with dramatic hand and arm motions. "With the JRS Venture Capital gag or by being sneaky hacky peoples, we get ourselves into Loring Pharma labs and start mingling, playing it by ear--" he moves his hands back and forth as if playing a piano, "--figuring out Scoville's and the company's weaknesses from within. Maybe one of his underlings is all 'That Scoville is such a jerk, I want his position, wah wah!', or maybe the man himself is all 'I'm an arrogant bastard who leaves his keycard where he drat well wants to, hmph!', or maybe he gets suggestive amnesia if you tap him on the head just right, something like that. We find out what he's working on right now, figure out who's working on it, where the samples are being held, all that jazz. Hey, if he's actively responsible for the stuff, it'll be much harder for him to disclaim responsibility when we leak it. Especially if we can turn some people and comps in the company to really screw him over! We can clean out their catalog for extra giggles, but I figure leaking whatever he's working on right now will make him that much more suspicious!" He takes a deep, long breath. "That's the gist of it?" At this point I'm thinking of just giving Kaito a Mastermind d6.
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| # ? Feb 13, 2013 04:58 |
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| # ? May 20, 2013 05:53 |
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Seems legit, you computer blue Raie "That's certainly to be hoped," Raie says in response to Hugo. She straightens up as Kaito lays out the outline, and ashes out the cigarette in the soygurt bowl afterwards. "Alright, then," she says, getting up and walking round the table, trailing her fingers along its surface: "Let's get down to something a little more detailed. Kanoe, how's the documentation coming along?" I imagine we have a fairly good prep time here and hopefully we can get onto the actual jerb soon. For a distinction for Cowl, I'd go with "Unseen Fear." Nice and double-edged there. Also, Mors, I'd appreciate it if you could give us a summary on using flashbacks 'in the field' and such when you get round to setting that up, just because I'm not sure it gelled in my head while reading through the book.
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