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Stormcrow Stormcrow took his time going through the shop, picking out incense, prayer strips, paper streamers and holy water from its haphazardly stocked shelves. The place had a good energy, he liked it. Most of the supplies were off brand, but that was fine. Just meant the prices were cheaper and there was less chance of the money making it back to MCT. There was a distinct lack of healing crystals and books in ley lines made of imitation velum and bound in faux leather. A place for pros, not tourists. The bullets caught his eye as he was keying in Newport's info for the cajun to send the invoice to. "Can't say I've run across those before," he said to the cajun behind the counter. "What're they for?" Once his business was finished, he turned to the woman behind him in line. "Nice scar," he said, running his hand through his hair so that the mark where the bullet tore its way through his skull is visible. "You get that on the job?" At the meeting Stormcrow will be wearing his armor suit, assuming its back from the tailors. He'll be unarmed as normal.
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Stormcrow "Yes. Well, thankfully I've changed employers. The benefits aren't as good but at least this way if I'm getting a bullet in my head now I know its for good reason," he said. "It does sound like you have interesting hobbies. I try to keep the fun to a minimum, when I'm not getting paid for it. I'm Stormcrow, by the way. You are?" The bullets were an interesting item. Not something he strictly needed, of course, but he hadn't run across the like before. And along with the gun... sure, what the hell? He keyed another 1000 nuyen in from his own bank account on top of the money he was invoicing to Newport. "You give a good sales pitch," he said. "Sure, throw them in. I do meet an awful lot of untrustworthy people."
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Sorry for not chiming in. It's been a busy few days, I've been out of town for my brother's wedding and have had sporadic internet access. Stormcrow Stormcrow unfolded his arms and pushed off of the wall were he'd been leaning, coming out of the shadows at the back of the room. "You do dream big, don't you?" he said mildly. "Dreams are good," he said, scratching his chin, taking a few steps toward Coll. "But they're nothing if you don't have the skill to reach them. The scenario you outline is a profitable one -- you playacting as the quarry, us playacting as the hounds, and Newport the stooge paying to watch the illusion of a hunt. Here's the thing though... we're not the only hunters in this game, Coll. Are you good enough to stay ahead of the mercenaries Newport's brought in to end you, or every other idiot with an AK-97 on the island once the bounty hits the wire? I'm not sure that you are. So far you've demonstrated more flair for causing trouble than avoiding it."
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Stormcrow The elf shrugs and waves his hand theatrically, walking toward the door without looking back toward the others. "Hang tight," he said. "I'll take a look." As he nears the door he lets his eyes unfocus and stills his breathing. His senses attune to the subtle forms of the kami. Instantly, the world shifts to gray and physical light recedes. The only source of illumination in the drab confines of the warehouse is his own aura, flickering blue like a gaslamp and shot through with sparks, as he steps cautiously toward the door, ready to duck back inside at a moment's notice. Assensing the dwarf, trying to stay in cover behind the door as much as I can while I do it. Assensing roll: 5d6t5 2 Which should be enough to tell me if we're dealing with a vampire dwarf at least.
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Stormcrow "poo poo! Monsters inbound! Look alive!" Stormcrow shouted, fingers already interlacing into a complicated mudra. He begins to chant under his breath, a quick prayer to placate the the local kami as he reaches into the beyond for help. Once again, he feels a slight resistance as he pulls the foreign spirit over, as if the local ether were rejecting his call. But it's a lot weaker this time, and with a slight mental shove, the Tengu comes through with an astral emanation that, were there sound in the astral, might best be described as a loud pop. "Grab that dwarf and get him into the warehouse," he tells it mentally. "Then kill as many of those things as you can." Summoning another Tengu! Summoning a Tengu: 10d6t5 4 Tengu resists! Tengu resists summoning!: 6d6t5 2 2 Net hits. Drain resist Resist Drain: 12d6t5 4 No drain.
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Is the dwarf dead or can I save him if I have tengu run him back to the warehouse and stabilize him with with a heal spell?
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Stormcrow Stormcrow made a small clucking noise in the back of his throat as he raised his arms, electricity already crackling between his fingers. He gestured toward the aswang that had zeroed in on him, and blue-white arc of lightning shot toward it, too bright to look at directly. Force 6 lightning bolt on the aswang who's attention I seem to have drawn. Incinerating an aswang with thunderbolts: 12d6t5 6 Ouch. Hopefully enough to vaporize the fucker. Drain Drain: 12d6t5 6 Drain successfully soaked.
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Stormcrow Stormcrow withdrew a cigarette from his coat and lit it with a spark from his finger. He took a long draw and held it for a moment, before breathing out a puff of blue smoke from his nose. He motioned for his spirit to hang tight in the astral and it slowly faded out from existence. "Aswangs," he said. "I guess I'm starting to see why this island got its Japanese nickname." Stormcrow swung himself up into the bed of the truck in a fluid motion and watched as the medkit did its work. "You lucky," Stormcrow said, in heavily accented Tagolog. "This place a dump, but still useful for meetings. Private meetings for dangerous people. Understand?" "Who are you and what are you doing out tonight?"
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Stormcrow "Fine, if its on the way," the elf said, shrugging. "Might as well get paid for tonight, seeing as it was a wash otherwise." "So these euro vamps control your local vamps... aswangs. Why?"
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I support this plan and would help with the infiltration. I've still got a spirit chilling with a service so I could have him make people invisible to help the approach.
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Stormcrow Stormcrow walked straight up to the agent who was manning the monorail kiosk, sticking out his hand to shake. For once, he was not an elf. He looked like an older white guy with graying hair dressed in an Ares uniform, the sharp lines ruined somewhat by a bulging stomach that caused the jacket to stretch and strain. His voice, when he spoke, had a Southern UCS twang. "Hiya! I'm Chuck from the main office, here about the inspection. Don't worry, it won't take hardly a moment. I see my specialists are already here," he said, nodding toward Nail. As his hand made contact, Stormcrow reached out with a tendral of power, finding the base of the guy's frontal cortex and giving it a bit of a twist. Instantly, a scenereo he'd planned out earlier sunk into his mind, a set of vague suggestions that the subject would interpret on his own, filling in the blanks. That was the thing that a lot of people messed up with brainwashing: they tried to write the entire memory wholecloth. A professional just directed the memories that were already there and let the brain's natural urge to make connections do the rest. You had to turn the mind's power against itself. It was kind of like Judo. Like judo, even a well executed move had its cost. The beginnings of a terrible headache came jangling back over the tendril as it withdrew. Stormcrow tried not to let the sudden pain show on his face. "Basically I just need you to let one go through mostly empty, and my specialists and I will perform the seismic tests. You might see some alarms while we do it, but its nothing to worry about. Anyway, assuming it passes, I sign the certificate and you're good for another 5 years." Stormcrow is in disguise! Physical Mask to disguise myself: 10d6t5 5 hits Drain Resist Drain from physical mask spell: 10d6t5 5 Successfully resisted drain of 4 He targets the station agent with a Alter Memory spell to make him think that his supervisor told him earlier in the day an inspector would be coming by to certify the monorail as he shakes his hand Alter memory: 10d6t5 3 Drain: Resist Drain from alter memory spell: 10d6t5 2 Take 3 stun from the spell. Finally, rolling con to bullshit this guy Bullshitting the station agent: 8d6t5 1 Initial roll loving lousy, spending one edge to reroll failures edge reroll of failures: 7d6h5 2 Well, not great. 3 successes. Incidentally, I am spending 13 xp to initiate to grade 1 with the Quickening metamagic and then another 4 to quicken a force 4 Enhance Reflexes spell.
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Stormcrow "Don't I know it," Stormcrow says to the guard's complaint. "It was loving murder getting up here. Goddamn Huk set off a car bomb or something and they got security cordons set up all over. Snarled traffic good, even on the back roads. I got a ten spot riding on the game, man, I feel your pain." At the guards incredulous comment, he shrugged. "You know how it is. Budget cuts. They subcontract this drek rather than have an expensive tech on staff doing nothing but trolleys and elevators. They don't make 'em wear uniforms, I guess. Other outfit's ain't as professional as us, specially on this godforsaken island. No offense, Ned." "Anyway, they runs the tests all with comlinks nowadays. Ain't needed a special box for like, 8 years now." His eyes narrowed. "poo poo, when's the last time you had this thing checked, anyway? You ain't been running it without an updated cert, right? 'Cause that's like, a violation, right there. I'd have to put it in the report." More bullshitting, continuing to roll meh due to my disguise. Allaying suspicions: 8d6t5 2 What the hell, burning another edge on this Allaying suspicions round 2: 6d6h5 1 3 hits total
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Stormcrow Stormcrow ducked into the crowd of scared patrons flooding the station, trusting to the chaose of the moment to conceal his movements. As he drew to the edge of the platform, he sort of shook himself all over, the way a dog does when it gets wet. rougly 50 pounds melted off of his frame, and his hair shook out to its normal, bleached length. Protect me and my friends from sight he thought toward his Tengu, still waiting on standby in the astral[/i] Stepping to the edge of the platform, he took a deep breath and lept, his body already shrinking and morphing as he fell. There was a faint pop as reality fell back into place, and he glided over to the other roof top on wings of black. The crow landed on Nail's shoulder and peered at what he was doing with some interest. Shapeshifting into a crow, flying over to the other rooftop. Turning into a bird: 10d6t5 1 Drain: 12d6t5 3 1S taken in drain
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Stormcrow The crow squawked once at Nail, angrilly, and flew down into the hole after Natalya.
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Nail needs to take a melee specialty in cold-cocking hackers. Stormcrow The bird caws once and flies off of Natalya's shoulder, changing form as it does... into a perfect copy of the hacker with the commlink Once the guy drops, Stormcrow motions for the commlink. "Sorry," he said. his voice perfectly matching the downed hacker. "The elevator just stopped on our floor. I thought for a second... forget it, sorry I'm a little on edge. Anyway, the drones. The drones need to be authorized for lethal. We can't rule out the possibility that the firebomb wasn't just phase one of a larger attack." Going to impersonate the hacker. Go ahead and ignore this if the two of them can't knock the guy out for some reason. Getting the most out of shapechanging: 10d6t5 2 Drain Drain: 10d6t5 3 Another 1 stun. I forgot to check the condition monitor but he's at -2 now, He was actually at -1 for that last roll too, so maybe just subtract a success? Con: 6d6t5 3 3 successes to reassure whoever's on the other line that everything's cool. Baby Babbeh fucked around with this message at 07:18 on Jul 21, 2013 |
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Are we still covered by the Tengu invisibility cloak? Because that should protect us from the helicopters spotting us on a flyby unless they get a freak lucky roll like that hacker. Also I thought our escape plan was to bust a window and zipline to the other building. This gives us a reason to break a window without setting off alarms.
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Stormcrow "What? WHAT?! Oh gently caress, the coolant. It must've been... must've been damaged by the bomb somehow. Uh. gently caress. poo poo. Maybe that's why I'm... I'm so dizzy," Stormcrow said. It wasn't that far from the truth. He'd been throwing a lot of mojo around, and his head felt like someone had driven a screwdriver into his eyesocket. There was still that strange skein that seemed to separate him from the local mana, still these local kami that scoffed at his calls and refused to lend support to his workings. If it wasn't for Suzanno-o and the raw power he brought, he wouldn't be surprised if he couldn't use magic at all here. Still, the storm god's power was a mixed blessing. You called down the lightning, you got burned. It was as simple as that. "Listen! I know things are bad right now, but tell those guys to hurry up! There's loving vapor filling the room... I feel like I'm gonna pass out here. I uh, I know, I'm gonna break a window and see if I can't air it out a bit before they get here." Stormcrow grabbed a chair and tossed it at a window as hard as he could, choosing one that wouldn't give any helicopters driving by too clear a sight at Noise, working away at the terminal. He motioned to the others to get a move on. He'd need to distract the team heading up with the gasmasks if Noise couldn't stop the elevators in time. ::That gun in the firing range is apparently some kind of prototype. I don't know anything about it but they're sending a whole team in especially to grab it. So that means that it's probably worth a lot to the right buyer:: Another con rollCon roll: 6d6t5 3
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Stormcrow "Hackers," Stormcrow croaked into the com, letting out a huge coughing fit. It was mostly an act. Mostly. His eyes were starting to sting, and there was a tightness in his chest like someone was standing on it. Probably best to cut and run as soon as possible. "They're in the system. I... I don't know how, who they are, Huk maybe, but they're good. They're... attacking poo poo. Maybe they triggered this gas leak, before we noticed 'em. poo poo. Don't worry though we... we got 'em." "Listen. They just forced one o' the weapons cabinets. The civvies, it's... it's gonna be a massacre. You gotta... gotta get a team in there. Help our boys. Forget about me. I got this. I'ma jack in and stop those assholes." "Listen, uh... If I don't make it out of this... I wanted to say... well, nah, forget it... you... you know." ::Noise, if you could crash that thing, maybe edit the camera logs so it's not obvious what happened here... I'm going to mindwipe our friends the security spiders, make them think they went down from gas inhalation or black hammer while they fought off the "hackers," but not before they tossed every huk bastard out of the node. I'll make it suitably heroic. Feel sort of bad for having to taze them... bastards were just doing their job. :: Stormcrow hauled the bodies into the stairwell, shutting the door behind him. The gas seemed to be pretty heavy. With any luck, the door could keep it contained. Then he knelt by each spider and implanted the bare bones of a story that made them out to be selfless heroes who went down with the node. The workmanship was a bit shoddy, but he had neither the time nor the inclination to be thorough. The last spell turned his headache from a dull pain to a knife jammed into the base of his skull, even though it was something even a burnout hedgewitch could muster. That was a sure sign that he was reaching his limit, magically. A thin line of blood began to run from his nose that even his illusion spell couldn't hide. ::Have to get out soon. At the end of my rope. Coll... get out now. They're coming for you.:: Con roll was pretty good so I got theatrical! Bullshittin': 6d6t5 4 Then, memory wipes for all! I'm only casting these at Force 2 so they'll probably remember what actually happened in a couple months, but by that time they'll have hopefully bragged so much about saving the day to all their friends that they won't want to come forward with the real story. And in any case, we'll be long gone by then. Mindwipes! (Force2): 8d6t5 1 Drain: 8d6t5 3 Drain soaked successfully. More mindwipes: 8d6t5 5 Net hits reduced to two because of crappy spell Drain: 8d6t5 2 1 more Stun damage from drain
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Stormcrow "Right, you're right. I can do this. Okay. I'm going in. Signing off for a second." Stormcrow, hit a button on the commlink and placed it in Bud's hand. He sighed, and then shook himself all over like a dog coming out of the rain. His features shifted and bled, the long white hair shaking out first, then the programming shirt fading into his customary navy suit. He was himself again, which was no small relief even given the throbbing headache, the shortness of breath and the nosebleed. ::Helicopter's a minute out. They're going to the range first to secure that gun:: he said over the coms. ::We got another team in the basement, hopefully stuck in that elevator but if not probably coming up the stairwell. Noise and I are covering our tracks here and should be out momentarily.:: He frowned ::That riot you started is priority one for them now, Coll. You better make yourself scarce. Uncomfortable questions will be asked if they find your body here.::
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Stormcrow Stormcrow let out a big racking cough. He wiped his nose absently, and seemed only mildly alarmed when his fingers came back red. His voice, when he spoke, was a little horse. "We sent one of their teams down to the basement when the elevator 'malfunctioned'," he said. "No idea what happened to them but they might still be down there if we want to head out that way. I'm still for the zipline. I can try to patch up your...uh... friend so he can make the jump." Stormcrow focused for a moment, blue sparks runing up and down his arms as he called down his otherworldly strength. It didn't want to come at first -- there was so much force pulling in all directions, and he was so very, very tired. But eventually he seized it, focused it into the form he needed it to take. His hands began to glow with a soft blue-green light, like St. Elmo's fire. The sasquatch flinched back as he reached for it, but relaxed as the healing spell focused on it and its wounds started to close. "Shh... that's okay. Relax. We're here to help." Healing the sasquatch. 3 boxes. Healing the sasquatch: 9d6t5 3 Drain: 10d6t5 3 No drain suffered.
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Stormcrow The elf slumped into a subway seat, throwing his feet up on the seat across from him and rubbing his temples with one hand. Now that it was over and the adrenaline was fading, so was he. He just wanted to get some painkillers in him and sleep for at least a month. "Smooth, all things considered," he said. "Although we need to have a talk with Coll about the size of his distractions."
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Rolled healing for Vincent: Healing Vincent: 11d6t5 3 3 physical healed. Not going to bother with drain because even if I take some it's going to be healed by the time we go on the mission Stormcrow "Their AI probably won't open fire on a small bird, right?" Stormcrow said, in between bites of pancakes. The workings of the night before had left him famished. "Land on deck, take out one of the guards, take his place. Then head down to the Supermax level and make sure the Firewatch team is suitably distracted. It wouldn't even be necessary to let the insect shaman out, in all likelihood. If their team mage is worth his salt he'll be attuned to that ward, and he'll feel it when I rip the thing apart. That will get them down there quickly, I would think. Then it's just a matter of slipping out and insuring the elevator is out of commission. What's our access to explosives, by the way?" As he was speaking, he opened an AR window and navigated to a grey market source of spell formulae that he knew. Oddly enough, he'd never tried to tear through a ward before. He knew a lot about them, of course. Research Unit 13 spent a lot of time setting up wards, and as the low man on the totem pole, that pedestrian duty often fell to him. But he'd never had an opportunity to take one down. Still, even if he'd never had the opportunity to try to force his way through one before, he understood the principle well enough in theory. A death touch spell, properly modified, ought to be able to poison the astral form of a mana barrier just the same as a living being, collapsing it on itself. ISO 1200 was a pretty heavy barrier, but with Susano-o's help he had a lot of force to bring to bear. It was just a matter of finding the right tool to act as a lever... Buying a Shattershield formula and spending 5 Karma to learn it. I'm assuming I can have it mastered by the time the run happened. Also spending 6 Karma to buy Infiltration 1 and add a Urban Specialty
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Stormcrow With the boat underway, Stormcrow sat on deck and smoked cigarette after cigarette. He didn't want to let on that he was nervous, but this was a plan that would put him at considerable risk. He'd be a fool not to be, as he'd be the one in the same part of the boat with a veteran Ares Firewatch team and an insect shaman that was powerful enough to have an entire wing of the prison ship to itself. No pressure. Yeah, no pressure. At Stormcrow's feet, invisible to all but those who could see into the astral, a gigantic fox with silver hair rested, it's nine tails occasionally flicking in the salt breeze. If it's okay, I would like to begin this mission with a bound Force 6 Beast spirit. Here are the relevant rolls: Summon a Beast Spirit: 10d6t5 5 Beast spirit resists summoning!: 6d6t5 1 4 Services on this bad boy. Resist Drain: 12d6t5 4 No drain. Bind Spirit: 10d6t5 3 Bind Spirit: 10d6t5 3 6 successes Spirit resists binding: 12d6t5 3 Spirit bound and add another two tasks for a total of 6. Resist Drain: 12d6t5 1 Took two stun. This spirit is a Kyūbi, a nine-tailed fox roughly the size of a small car. It's stats are: Body 8, Agility 7, Reaction 8, Strength 8, Charisma 6, Intuition 6, Logic 6, Willpower 6, Essence 6, Magic 6, Init 14 Assensing, Astral Combat, Dodge, Perception, Unarmed Combat Powers: Animal Control, Astral Form, Enhanced Senses (Hearing, Low- Light Vision, Smell), Fear, Materialization, Movement, Sapience, Natural Weapon (DV 6P, AP 0), Search In addition to the spirit, Stormcrow has his armored suit, that weird truth gun he bought at the talismonger, his commlink and accessories, and a gas mask if it's cool to have bought one of those before the mission. He'll also take one of the high explosive grenades to wreck the elevator once he's got the Ares team trapped in the ward with the bug mage. Baby Babbeh fucked around with this message at 04:01 on Aug 15, 2013 |
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Stormcrow ::We just need him to come down here, right? That's easy enough. Be ready to zap him.:: Stormcrow subvocalized. Stormcrow focused his gaze on the guard. Mentally, he worked the spell, imagining his thoughts becoming commands, his magic a hammer honing them like knives, curving them like steel hooks. With a small gesture he flung them forth into the soft substance of the targets mind, to pull it in the direction he wanted it to go. Using influence to make the guard move someplace where he can be easily tazed. Influence on guard to make him walk into the trap: 13d6t5 8 Drain: 12d6t5 3 1 Drain
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Sorry for the delay here. I've been absolutely slammed at work this week and haven't really had the energy for much. Stormcrow Stormcrow sighed as the order for the unconscious guard to came over the commlink again. Things just never got any easier, did they? He raised his hands over his head in a gesture of surrender, as his features grew fuzzy and indistinct and shifted to those of the guard. "Okay! Okay! I'm coming out. Help me, I... I can't..." he said in the guards voice, walking slowly into view. Make yourself ready. He told his spectral servant. Move when I take the dwarf, subdue the one by the elevator. If at all possible, tear his throat out so he can't scream. The mage was cautious not to play his hand too early, wait until he had a good shot. But when the moment came, he was a blur, hands coming down too fast for the eye to see as the spell formed and brought sparks to his fingers. An arc of pure electricity lept between him and the rigger, too bright to look upon. Thunder followed in its wake -- big booming thunder, and the smell of ozone, and death. Impersonate guard Shapeshiftin': 11d6t5 3 Drain: 12d6t5 2 2 Drain. Spending a point of edge to attack him before he has a chance to move. I'm guessing we can go on surprise rules here. Note I'm still under the effects of the Quickened Enhance Reflexes spell and thus have +3 Initiative and 4 initiative passes when we're rolling for surprise. Then I'ma zap him. Stormcrow uses Thunderbolt!: 10d6t5 7 It's Super Effective! He's looking at 13P raw damage, resisted by half impact armor. Assuming I beat him on surprise he can't even dodge. Hopefully that will stun his dumb rear end even if he doesn't die. Drain: 11d6t5 7 Yay no drain! Spending one service to have my beast spirit kill the other Firewatch guard. Then using my next initiative pass to dodge the inevitable gunfire if I don't kill these guys in one swoop and get into cover. [/i]
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Feel free, but it didn't make sense for us all to come charging around the corner into crisscrossing suppressive fire from two rotodrones. I think I have the rigger dead to rights which hopefully puts those drones out of the equation, but I don't know if my spirit can kill that other dude by the elevator in one move with its stats. In any case Natalia should book it over there to disable the elevator and maybe toss a few grenades down the shaft for good measure.
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Stormcrow The elven mage dipped and dodged with preternatural grace and speed, his magically juiced reflexes so fast he could practically see the bullets as they flew at him. One of them grazed his cheek in a suitably dramatic and badass fashion, but he was otherwise unharmed as he dove behind a conveniently placed stack of crates for cover. Using my next Complex action Going Full Defense against the drone's fire. Managed to tie his two hits, so I avoid the worst of it. I'll use my next available free action to get into cover. Full Defense vs. Bullets: 5d6t5 2
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Stormcrow Stormcrow hissed as the fox spirit went down. There was money down the tubes. Well, Newport's money. But still. Stormcrow began to chant in a low, droning Japanese, a prayer to the Kami for focus and balance as he began to work at the enchantment binding the fire elemental to the material plane. Sparks danced across his skin and lightning lit his eyes. Rolling to banish the flame spirit Banishing roll: 9d6t5 4 And what the hell, spending last edge to beef that up. Banishing edge roll: 5d6h5 0 Wow, the dice hate me today...
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Stormcrow Stormcrow's eyes narrowed as he looked at the AR displays. He felt the flesh of his arms tightening as the fine hairs stood on end, the way it always did when he was near strong magic. A shiver ran down his spine. This felt different somehow. Wrong. There was a sensation like tiny legs scurrying across the surface of his mind. "No," he said, in a low voice. "The bug is not our objective."
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Stormcrow "Well, I guess we're going to have to give it a commlink, then," Stormcrow said, striding over to the dead Firewatch dwarf and kneeling. Just as he thought, it had a cheap Novatech commlink, probably a burner for dealing with mundane matrix tasks without having to expose his top-of-the-line ware. He tossed it to Noise. "Can you modify that to act like a transponder? The bug's likely a living vessel for a powerful insect spirit. Nothing we've got can touch it. But if it can take a shipborn artillary strike I will be very surprised." He turned to the others. "My plan's simple. We engage the thing, get it distracted, and then tag it with the commlink. Once that's done I'll toss it into the air with my magic and the guns can take it out. Skeet shooting." Baby Babbeh fucked around with this message at 16:46 on Sep 6, 2013 |
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Stormcrow "I'll serve as the main distraction. I'm the only magical threat, so it should focus on me anyway. Tag it when its back is turned."
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Stormcrow Stormcrow strode out of the command room, taking the steps slowly and deliberately as he descended to the deck. He retrieved his cigarette case from his jacket pocket, and lit one absentmindedly on one of the arcs of blue white electricity that had begun to flow over his body as his mind began to work powerful magic. The prayers, the supplications, the whispered blessings to the Kami and proscribed motions to gain their favor -- it was mostly bullshit. Window dressing, really. Sure, it was nice and traditional, and it did help a little bit, since Kami were a traditional sort and didn't do as much to hinder you when you followed protocal. But necessary? No. When you were desperate, when you didn't have time to play nice, all you really needed when you got right down to it was power and a will to use it. So as he stepped purposefully toward the hole he knew the monster would emerge from, feeling the astral space around him foul with its presence, he simply reached out with the power that was his by right as a living shintai of the god of storms and willed a daitengu to appear beside him. The local manasphere, as normal, fought back against his efforts to bring an ancient slayer of men to this cursed island, but this far from the shore its influence was weak, and he was in no mood to be gentle in any case. The flux of electricity flowing through his aura shifted and crackled, and all opposition was swept asid. If he was to be a distraction, then he was going to give this insect shaman something to be pretty loving distracted about. Summoning a Daitengu to help me distract the bug mage. Summoning a Daitengu: 9d6t5 3 Daitengu resists summoning: 6d6t5 2 1 Service which I'm going to put to work making it attack the Bug mage. Drain Drain: 12d6t5 2 2 Drain suffered.
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Stormcrow Stormcrow took a long drag of his cigarette and then dropped it at his feet, scuffing it out with the heel of his shoe. "So, this is an insect mother spirit," he said, in a voice that had dropped two whole octaves and produced oddly artificial sounding echoes as it rang out over the deck of the prison ship. His face was impassive, his gaze, empty of intent save for a faint blue-white glow. Lightning played across his body, describing lazy whorls over the sleeves of his jacket. He felt strangely warm. "It's funny, I thought you'd be bigger for some reason," he said, frowning. He shrugged. "Not much point in delaying this, is there?" He said, lightning arcing as he prepared to hurl a mighty thunderbolt! Haha wow did I ever wiff this roll. Not a critical glitch but drat close. Lightning Bolt!: 12d5t5 0 Drain: 12d5t5 2 4 Stun. But it probably doesn't matter much at this point. Ready for a very likely messy death.
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Stormcrow Stormcrow gritted his teeth as he fell to his knees, the power he'd called into the spell slingshotting back into him with the force of a mack truck. His vision swam. He'd miscalculated. The power was there. The will was there. But in this difficult astral environment, without the aid of the Kami, he'd lacked the finesse to keep it all together. It fell apart spectacularly, sending sparks through his aura as the magic slammed down on him. Fortunately, it seemed the spirit, at least, had done its work in distracting her. Now the commlink was planted, and it was time to start the fireworks. Stormcrow raised his shaking hands toward the bug shaman. "Round 2, bitch," he said. "Enjoy your trip to hell." The lightning flashed and BURNED, as he let loose with all the force he could muster. Levitate: 9d6t5 2 Edge reroll: 7d6h5 3 5 hits on the levitate test. I am going to OVERCAST this at Force 10, which should let me throw her 50 meters in the air, hopefully enough for us not to get hit by shrapnel. Drain Drain: 10d6t5 3 3P suffered.
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Stormcrow After the battle, the elf took a long moment to center himself, a raging headache threatening to blast apart any mental calm he might have like a bug mage getting hit by a tungsten rod travelling at a fraction of light speed. Messy, in other words. Part of that mess was in his hair. Running his hand through the long silver locks he picked out something green and shiny, a bit of a jaw bone with three chitinous teeth still stuck in it. It made his skin crawl just touching it, and it was only partially down to the inherent creepiness of picking a piece of a skull out of your hair. This fragment, likely all of her fragments, was a shintai for the essence of something horrible. Powerful. But horrible. Stormcrow pocketed it. ::She doesn't really seem my type:: he subvocalized back. ::Its been my experience that women with access to heavy artillery are usually trouble.:: Well, he wasn't feeling particularly flirty after the magical equivalent of passing a stone the size of a grapefruit, but there was no I in team. He mustered his friendliest smile (ruined, somewhat, by the gore streaking his face) and approached the captain AI's projection. "Nice shooting," he said. "Even with the transponder signal I'm impressed you can work those rail guns with enough precision to take out a metahuman without scratching the deck paint. You must be running some finely tuned telemetry algorithms." Rolled surprisingly well. Con to trick her into an engrossing discussion about surface warfare and ship-to-ship targeting subroutines. Making a distraction?: 7d6t5 5
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Self-inflicted catastrophe is pretty much the running theme of this game anyway. We might as well subtitle it The Startup: A game of poor judgment.
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Stormcrow "Sink it," Stormcrow said. "As far as our employer knows, we had nothing to do with the mall job. Huk did it. But a very conspicuous pleasure yacht Ares will no doubt put a APB out on once they grok what went down tonight shows up in the hands of the Huk after being connected to a job he knows we did? There might be some uncomfortable question." He leaned back against the comfortable molded surface of the couch he was lounging on and raised a hand to his temple, his head suddenly pounding. Too much mojo tonight, he decided. Way overextended himself. "Just... just sink it." Spending 15 Karma to raise edge to 3.
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Stormcrow Stormcrow stayed quiet during the meeting, concentrating on keep the pain from making its way to his face. People were generally ignorant of the limits of magic, of the limits of its practitioners. Many didn't realize they had limits. The Shinto mage learned long ago that this was a misconception worth cultivating, particularly in employers. Better to stay silent than let anyone know how close he'd come to the edge during that last fight. After the meeting, he made his way back to his meager quarters in the base, forced himself to do his nightly cleansing ritual. It was all he could do to keep his eyes open as he chanted the prayers and washed his head with purified water. What he really needed was rest, but the ritual made him feel better just the same. More centered, if not entirely clean. No, not entirely clean. He was accurately aware of the skull fragment he still caried, couldn't ignore the weight of it in his pocket. He could FEEL it, although it was hard to say if that was due to its power or just what it represented. A peculiar aura of disgust seemed to cling to the thing, like a dish you knew the cockroaches had crawled upon. He'd have to figure out what to do with it. The common sense path would be to chuck the drat thing into the sea and be done with it, but if he was going to do that, he'd have done it already. He couldn't deny its power intrigued him. He'd try to find someone knowledgeable about this sort of thing, he decided. Then he'd have a better idea of how to proceed.
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