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 JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Cuore Azzurro Volume 1, Chapter 1 ♪ Glad and smiling faces come from different places My suitcase and me we'll take a trip It's a magic journey, I feel like burning Lucky guy, follow me, you'll be alright I'm crazy, don't you know I'll never let you go Would you like to do it? ♪  To say Palazzo Serbelloni was packed to the rafters would be a major understatement, as even now, two hours after the show had started - or three hours, to those unaccustomed to Italian arts of scheduling - both the courtyard and the very Corso Venezia avenue as far as one could see, was filled with people desperate to see the brightest stars, hear the latest gossip, grasp the latest trends by even the smallest of glimpses. The sophisticates within the Palace bore little resemblance with the ravenous crowds inside - all seated orderly and dressed impeccably, if not any less ruthless towards their own competitors, their fine weapons being cold glances and subtle remarks.  The show so far was a wondrous phantasmagoria of colors, shapes and cutting-edge synthesizer beats. Even the gruff Michael, who came here strictly for business, couldn't help but feel enthralled by the show. Josephine - absolutely amazed at how her unexpected vacation turned out to be - murmured to herself she'll never see something like that ever again. She was not prepared for how true these words would soon turn out to be. The music faded out, giving way to low, humming bass. The lights were shut, leaving but four white limelights for the entire hall. "It's going to be another of Bella's gimmicks, isn't it?", a woman in sapphire dress at the next table said to her two friends, with barely hidden condescension. "Truth be told, I liked the floating scene last year," a man, apparently amateur at reading cues, replied. Even if Isabella were to hear the remark, it wouldn't phase her one bit - the woman was utterly consumed by clarity of purpose, clarity of vision. This was the very reason fashion was invented in the first place. "The earth was formless and empty," a low masculine voice with slight calabrese accent boomed over the speakers. "Darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and thus the art was born."  A model, clad in black and white and sporting a sleek, designer bow, entered the runway. A living symbol of the birth of an entire new concept. A revolution in art that will pierce these stagnant burgeoise minds straight as an arrow. Just a little bit more teasing, just a few more hints before the real show can begin.  You feeble minds think this is just a vintage rehash with an archery gimmick bolted on? Bah! This girl is the very point Isabella is about to make. So wild. So raw. So unclothed. The very history of human civilization about to unfold in front of everyone's eyes! Isabella smiled coldly as she drew the bow, peeking from behind a curtain - such a shame nobody else seemed to see this thing. She took some solace in the fact the model was outfitted with the very same arrow that struck the Bella - sure, it was a bit of self-indulgence, as she couldn't expect anyone to truly understand this personal touch, but still - a symbol powerful enough can be simply felt. Isabella's bliss was definitely short-lived, as a male model strolled onto the runway, obscuring her line of sight. Testa di cazzo! What amateur did Rodrigo get me this time, if he cannot even wait for his cue! And the suit - Madonna! She did send project revisions at 2 AM, but this cowboy is Firenze-grade crude! Well now, one way or another, the show must go on. Isabella won't let this little bit of idiocy upset her weeks of preparations, right? Diana Jones The gig is pretty nice, if you forget about the whole selling out thing for a while. From your DJ perch on the minstrels' gallery overlooking the ballroom, you have a nice view of the whole show and can't help but wonder what could be done if your real shows had this kind of budget. You hear a muffled thump (courtesy of sitting in the blind zone of speakers) and instinctually scramble to see what piece of junk fried this time. However, it seems your rig is fine and it's Sergio - the lighting guy - who seems to have slipped or something on his balcony on the other side of the hall. Michael Lichtdrager So, you’ve managed to get onto the big event, trying to make out Rastrelli’s face from among the forest of incandescent faces and bizarre costumes. How did this biker manage to gain entrance to the very heart of the Fashion Week event? Salvatore Ferragamo Huh, wasn't your buddy Marco supposed to do the cowboy thing? Josephine Joestar Huh. That woman has a bow in her hands, all of a sudden. FYI, you're considered to start in a Solo state, as you don't really have idea about each other so far. PS. Do not cross the (time)streams!!!
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Diana Jones Ouch. Dude should really be careful up here. Could have a nasty fall. It probably isn't the best idea to go around messing with people's timelines at random, but Diana knows how rough the guys backstage have it, and at least she can feel good about picking Sergio back up, even if it is just a petty, token gesture. She switches up the track ever so slightly, just enough to justify the brief break she needs to slip her left hand off of her turntables. In that moment she summons「Ｓｈｕｔ Ｕｐ Ｔｈｅ Ｐｕｎｘ」to her side and, with a quick scratch on one of its ghostly records, attempts to reverse Sergio back onto his feet. She quickly dismisses the fancy magic turntable and gets back to her real one, but she takes a moment to peer over the balcony and make sure Sergio's all right. Opposing Farce fucked around with this message at 20:54 on Oct 18, 2016 |
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Oct 18, 2016 20:51
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Josephine  Josephine, backstage and currently clad in her purloined outfit so as to not immediately blow her cover, observes from behind the mask some amazing sights and sounds. For all her fidgeting around with finding the right combination of function and fashion back at home, this show has made her wallet feel like it was thrown into a volcano with how much she wants to buy some of these fashions. Not that she could ever hope to using her own money. Hell, the outfit she's currently wearing is probably worth more than her life considering it was in a vacuum-sealed bag in a compartment within a compartment of the suitcase it came in. The pressure to keep this thing perfectly intact, lest she start an international incident, kept Josephine, ordinarily a devil-may-care sort of person, straight-laced, prim and proper in posture. Speaking of posture, she noticed something odd from her own little booth: an outstretched elbow, and a long shaft. She only recognized that kinda posture from one of two positions; hitting someone behind you for being a jerk, or bringing a rifle to bear, with the latter being more possible given the metal. Curious as to who was about to get assassinated, and, more importantly, wanting to make sure she was out of the crossfire, she decided to maneuver her way such that she'd be behind the would-be shooter. In an artificial low voice and accent, she excused herself from the actual designer of her costume to 'powder her nose', which was bought as a reason in spite of the fact that her nose, nor any part of her face, would be visible. As she sneaks her way over to the area behind the runway reserved for those whose acts are currently playing, and spots the situation: this must that "Bella" lady from the brochure and schedule, and she's suddenly got a really fancy bow. How she snuck that in, and why she's aiming at her own models, is a mystery she feels like solving. Josephine sneeeeaks her way to get the same vantage point as this designer, and looks at what she's looking at: from the fidgeting, she's trying to get a bead on something, but everywhere she moves, there's this dude doing the routine. A trick shot with someone ballsing it up, that makes sense. Well, that guy isn't part of her act, and she figures no one else can see her Stand, so she decides she's going to help. She works her way back to that curtain near the runway and summons 「Ｔｗｉｓｔｅｄ Ｓｉｓｔｅｒ」. This next part should be easy enough. Get it on the edge of the curtain, open it slightly, and reaaaaaaach over to this joker to give him a bit of a lurch out of the way. Not enough to send him flying, just get contact and take a step back to make him stumble back towards the runway like a dog on a leash. Now that she's got the plan figured out on her end, she goes for it! One helpful pull in the right direction, coming up!
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Oct 18, 2016 21:12
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 Just about everything I'd have imagined a fancy 'swaray' like this to be. No, that's not quite true. Can't say I imagined this, even high as a kite. Wouldn't get me to confess it to the chapter if you broke my kneecaps, but it was drat impressive sometimes, when it wasn't stupid as hell. Which was annoying, because I was trying to find some mobster rear end in a top hat whose teeth had an urgent meeting with his throat, and I was gonna make sure they'd make it. I was waiting for Luigi to finish jabbering in Italian to his buddies to go somewhere else. Oh yeah. How the hell I got here, leather jacket and everything, and who this Luigi is? Short story? I'm his bodyguard. Longer story? Me and the boys were hanging around near the entrance, trying to figure a way in. Big as limo stops by. Fancy Italian dude with a suited goon comes out, asks what we're doing. Told him we were trying to get in. If he was gonna make an issue, we could handle it, and never hurts to throw the dice. Got double sixes. Told me he needed an escort, since he couldn't be seen there on his own. Figure he's made some enemies. Guess the fashion world is probably as cut throat as any biz sometimes. Told him I was looking for someone inside. He said he'd gladly take me all over the place. Told him I wasn't gonna wear a monkey suit. He said I was just fine as I was 'grease smell' and all. So that's how I got in. Not the first time we made money or got in being security. Guy's weird about it though. Usually when you're security you just stand there and look dangerous, and keep your mouth shut. Luigi here keeps introducing me to people. Figure it's weird here too, since everyone's looking like he's doing something fun but not allowed? Maybe he's being a rebel by introducing his bodyguard or something? I briefly say hello in English and try to get back to looking for Rastelli, ignoring all the chuckling conversation they're having. Luigi's also a lot more close and touchy than most folks, but hey, Italians, right?  Luigi I briefly look at the show on the stage. Huh, bow and arrow. Figures. After dealing with Rastelli, he should probably find out who shot him with that arrow was. But one thing at a time. Luigi's talked to every other nob around there, so I catch his eyes and motion with my head to keep going. He Italians something else to his buddies and they all share a laugh, and then we move on a little bit. Shogeton fucked around with this message at 21:25 on Oct 18, 2016 |
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Oct 18, 2016 21:22
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Bella Curse later, Isabella! Complete the show- even with that horrendous incompetent- first! The show must go on! The next step is easy- fire the arrow between the models. During the accelerated time, the black half of the outfit is to be swapped onto the near-nude model! Dichotomy! Two dresses, one split, black and white! ART! To the observing crowd, it would be as if the models had merged and split. Dark and Light! Before anyone asks about the cowboy? Cowboys are sexy. You always have to have some misdirection for a magic trick of this magnitude! Let fly, Time's Arrow! The show must go on! Also, during the accelerated time, it will be easy to shove the cowboy off the stage. Quickly. A buzz in her pocket. Time! The arrow is released precisely. Now as long as nobody gets in the way, the time field will envelop the stage...
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Diana Jones Sergio corrects his posture in a sudden, yet fluid move that begins to feel natural to you... Only to fall down again immediately. Huh. The poor guy must have passed out or something. Bella That's a nice moment to roll some bones, to create the 「Time Diver」asset and see just how madcap the ensuing hijinks will get. . There is no real opposition here working actively against you, save for the cold, uncaring universe, so it's a roll against the Doom Pool - which starts at 2d6. Now, you're a d8 Solo using your d10 power - pretty fair odds. However with no spare die to choose as the Effect, 「Time Diver」would default to d4, which is definitely not what we want to see on the catwalk. We need to grab more dice for the pool! Thankfully, this should be pretty easy without doing anything as ugly as spending Plot Points - some fun little trickshot could easily justify d8 Spatial Sense, and as this was undoubtedly rehearsed a million times there's probably a good argument for including Perfectionista - which, funnily enough would work both as a d8 (practice) and a d4 + Plot Point (the plan being thrown off). Finally, there's the little JoJo gremlin eager to help. I said before you can't receive or grant help when Solo, but gently caress it, it's intro and a great opportunity to see mechanics in motion. If we'll wait for her, she'll either make a fleeting Asset for us to expand the pool with for a roll, or further destroy the show. Go figure. Josephine So, we're going to break the rules literally as the first thing that happens in the thread and have you help Bella despite you both starting as Solo. Artistic license and all that. We want to roll some bones and create a fleeting Asset (dX Out of the Way or something), that'll be usable for a single roll (as it represents a momentary advantage) - but still, that one roll will help Bella do her magic. Go over the example I wrote above and see if you have the idea what dice to grab into your virtual hand!
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Oct 18, 2016 22:52
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Well, we may as well start out big. I start with Solo (d10) and Stretching (d6). Let's add Child at Heart because if there's one thing a kid is surprisingly good at doing it's pulling papa over to that toy display with the doll they really want (d8). Considering everyone is enthralled with the show, I'll take advantage of Unaware Bystanders (d8) since the odds of them noticing this are unlikely. With that, we have a pool of 1d10+2d8+1d6. Let's go! Pull this dude aside! (Solo + Child at Heart + Stretching + Unaware Bystanders): 1#1d10+1#2d8+1#1d6 5 4 5 2 3 2 6 3 5 4 2... Ack! That went all kinds of wrong. Let's try this again, without the numerical notation. Pull this dude aside! (Solo + Child at Heart + Stretching + Unaware Bystanders): 1d10+2d8+1d6 18 (8 2 2 6) Much better. I'll take the 8 from the d10 and the 6 from the d6, and use one of the d8s as my effect die. That's a 14 total with d8 effect die. Considering the GM only has 2d6 in the Doom pool at the moment (unless I had to use a Plot Point to use an Asset and a Distinction in the same pool, in which case sure), I think I've guaranteed my success at making a d8 asset for Bella, with the possibility of it stepping up if the 2d6 err especially poorly. EDIT: Having deciphered the mess of a first roll, the result would've been exactly the same total except with a d10 effect die as an option. Your call on which you want to use. Unknown Quantity fucked around with this message at 23:33 on Oct 18, 2016 |
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Oct 18, 2016 23:17
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Ho-hum, I vastly misremembered how Orokos blurts out its notation, so I'll stealthily erase my terrible tip! The one inclusion I'd call a stretch is invoking the bystanders - the Stand is invisible to normies anyway and it won't really help to make the push more graceful. I'll cross off the rightmost d8, which thankfully is just a 2 and doesn't really change anything. Myself I rolled 6+2=8, the exact result for a d6+d8! Thankfully, reaction rolls (in this case, my doom pool) lose ties, so we can leave the d10 for the effect die! As me Effect is a pitiful d4 (due to lack of a third dice), the successful effect isn't stepped back. We're in for some bad-rear end 「Time Diver」! d10 Clear Runway asset added.
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Oct 18, 2016 23:39
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Bella Who is this (devilishly overdressed!) interloper? Well, thinks Bella, at least they're helping. Perhaps she should hire them for the remainder of the shoot? Give them a shepard's crook, add some vaudeville flair to everything... No matter. Shot's clear, and that abominable costume is off the damned stage. "AND THEN, LIGHTNING STRIKES!" shouts Bella, and the strobes kick on to make the arrow momentarily visible as it passes through. For this occasion, Bella has tied yellow silk to it. "AND LIGHT IS SEPARATED FROM DARK!" The arrow whizzes through the narrow space. The trajectory is perfect. It embeds itself firmly in the target strapped to a pole on the other side of the stage. "Time is my river," says Bella. She gestures, a simple wave that her models know means get going already. Let's Make Some Time!: 2d10+2d8+1d4 29 7+8=15 with a d10 effect die. Plot point for our pretty perfectionist. Let's make some ART
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Oct 19, 2016 02:27
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Diana Jones Diana watches Sergio fall a second time, and now she's very concerned for him. She can't really do much about it in the middle of her set, though; he's just going to have to sit tight until she can catch another crew member's attention. In the meantime, Diana focuses once again on her music. Falling into the beat is easy for her, even here and now, and within only a couple of measures she's once again consumed by the performance. She's so wrapped up in her work that she almost doesn't see the arrow shooting across the stage. At the last possible second she finally notices it out the corner of her eye, a black blur hurtling towards some unknown target, and before her brain can catch up with what she's seeing Diana's hand is on [SHUT UP THE PUNX], attempting to scratch the arrow back in time. I'm taking a d6 from affiliation, a d8 from the rewind power, and a d4+plot point because My Thoughts Get Loud When I'm Alone comes into play as a liability. I probably could have argued for the d10 musician specialty, but it feels like a little bit of a stretch and I don't necessarily want to roll well here anyway. Catch That Arrow: 1d8+1d6+1d4 12 (5 5 2) That's a 10 with d4 effect, which ain't gonna do it. Opposing Farce fucked around with this message at 10:13 on Oct 19, 2016 |
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Salvatore Ferragamo As he sat and looked at the procession of gaily-costumed models passing on the stage, Salvia fidgeted in his ill-fitting suit, brought out again after a three-year holiday in the back of his closet. He was grateful to Marco for having gifted him with a ticket, but for a show dedicated to fashion, he found it peculiar that the clothes worn by the Gala models seemed utterly removed from anything a person might wear in their day-to-day life, even if they could afford it. But then, he thought, the same could be said of the traditions surrounding the Ferragosto, the Feast of the Assumption - what did going to the beach, or horse racing, have to do with the virgin Mary? All this showed was that they were the same sort of thing - festivals, which did not need anything more than the enjoyment of the participants as their justification. The cowboy up on the stage, following after the woman dressed as a native American, still didn't seem quite right to Salvia. From what Marco had said, the designer in charge of this show was utterly dedicated to her vision, and it didn't seem impossible that some small failing on Marco's part could have led to him being replaced at the last minute. But from how Marco had talked about his pride in his role, one much larger than what any model with only one year's experience could expect, it was hard to imagine that he would let himself make such a mistake. Perhaps he had been moved to a different role, to cover for someone else? But the cowboy role, from what Marco had said, demanded very careful positioning. It almost sounded more likely that it would be cut than be handed to someone who hadn't rehearsed for it, though if the cowboy on stage wasn't moving correctly it was beyond Salvia's ability to tell. Once the show was over, he told himself, he would have to try and get backstage to find out what where Marco was. As he drifted off into thought, his concentration on the stage started to fade, until the cowboy stumbling backwards drew him back. For a second, it looked to Salvia as though something - like a black tentacle - had pulled the cowboy backwards.As the music began to speed up and an announcer began their speech, though, he decided that it must have been a trick of the light, a moment of confusion brought on by the sudden strobe-lights. The arrow, though, that shot out of the curtains at the back of the stage, missing the cowboy and the native American by what looked like a hair's breadth, was something that couldn't be dismissed. In a panic, he leapt up from his chair, his actions outpacing his realisation that he was far too late and too far away to do anything.
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Michael wasn't paying too much attetion to the show, trying to go over the faces, trying to find that mobster rear end in a top hat when he noticed something weird happening on the stage. Suddenly, there was some woman in a really weird frog costume or something that was just pushing one of the models. Huh? Probably some artsy fartsy thing that symbolized menstuation or whatever. Nobody seemed to react to it, so it was probably part of the show. Of course, the next thing that happened was that an arrow was shot at the stage. "drat." He said in a low voice, a hand grabbing Luigi's shoulder and pressing him low in case this was the start of some kind of feud in the fashion designer world. And since Luigi here seemed really concerned about his safety, he figured he should make sure the guy couldn't be the next target. He'd spent a lot of effort getting in this thing. If some klotehommel was going to mess it up before he'd found Rastelli, he was going to mess up their face.
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There was no time to ponder the little details anymore - Bella saw her opening and released her arrow, which went flying in an elegantly curved line all across the catwalk. A little yellow flash raced across the room and, in an instant, the black-and-white dress seemed to split to encompass both models, transforming into two separate outfits, each a mirror opposite of the other one. Light and Dark. Love and Hate. Joy and Pain. One could hear the silence of withheld breaths. Two or three men among the audience jumped in disbelief, as if startled. By the time Diana jumped to react, it was clear whatever just happened was no accident. Huh, maybe she should have had paid more attention to this show. The male model quickly regained his footing, and sported a fake grin in a semi-successful attempt to hide the nervous glances of sheer confusion. The show must go on. The cowboy took two steps forward with fake confidence before catching glimpse of Bella in the mirror at the other end of the runway. The sudden realization was noticeable in immediate return of his swagger: the man turned around in place while making a truly impressive spin with a revolver he apparently drew in some imperceivable blink of an eye.  The audience clapped politely, not sure what to expect anymore. The cowboy winked towards the backstage, while jokingly pointed his gun at the white-clad girl, who was dramatically throwing away the plumes of her headdress. Though you're not quite convinced just how joking that wink was. He took a slow, deliberate step towards the model, about to unwittingly step into the field of Time Diver... d10 Out of the Way expired. D10 「Time Diver」 created. PPs updated. Diana Jones On the balcony, a second figure appeared, a walking ball of colorful scarves, shawls and straps wrapped intricately around the paned sleeves and numerous slashes all around the striped shirt in seemingly random patterns. The man - at least you think it’s a man - went straight for the stage lights, fiddling with buttons to make the limelights follow the faux-Indian model. The show must go on, I suppose, he will surely help Sergio out once the runway crisis is contained!
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Diana Jones Diana wasn't necessarily feeling great about this show to begin with, but now it's making her uneasy in a whole new way. She simplifies her track just a little bit, going with a mix she can do on autopilot--half-assing a show isn't her style, but sometimes (like right now) poo poo happens and you gotta split your attention to deal with it. She waves at the scarfed man with the hand she just freed up, trying to get his attention and point him towards the other balcony where Sergio fell, just to make sure someone's on it. She's sure she hasn't seen this guy before--or if she has, he must have been wearing something way less distinct--but then lighting's not exactly her department. Could be they had to bring in a ringer once Sergio fell asleep on the job. Opposing Farce fucked around with this message at 20:33 on Oct 19, 2016 |
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Josephine Jordan "Yes! ...Oh, crap." Those were the thoughts in Josephine's head as the events unfolded. On the one hand, she'd gotten this guy out of the way during the critical moment. On the other hand, was he looking backstage at the performer, or at her Stand? If it was the latter, and that gun that just came out of nowhere suggests it might be, she's thanking her lucky stars that she's here and her Stand is there, and that she can just...dismiss it...Right, she should probably do that dismissing thing. Away it goes! Now, let's see how the rest of this plays out. She can't afford to have her cover blown until the show's over and she can ditch the costume. Except the hat. The hat's cool.
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Salvatore Ferragamo For a moment Salvatore stood still, frozen by the otherworldly spectacle on the stage. In an instant, it seemed as though the two models had been transformed. The former Indian was standing proud, at the end of the catwalk, showing off her new costume while removing what was left of the old, and Marco's replacement... Salvatore frowned. It was too far away to get a read on his face, but he was stepping forward with what experience and body language told Salvatore was false bravado. That was rapidly turning to the real thing as he approached the other model at the end of the catwalk. "What's wrong with this guy?" he thought to himself, "First, he stumbles around like he's never rehearsed. Now, he forgets when the costume change is supposed to happen... no. He didn't have any idea about that or the arrow. The other model knew, but he didn't." A thought struck him like lightning. "He's not a part of this show at all! What happened to Marco - why's he here?" And then the cowboy drew his gun. As his suspicions hardened into certainties, Salvatore left his row at the back and, slowly but at an increasing pace, began to walk towards the stage, the faint shade of a humanoid figure fading in behind him. Jo Joestar fucked around with this message at 01:57 on Oct 21, 2016 |
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Michael looked as thing unrolled further. Costumes changed. The model with the frog dress just... vanished. Nobody else seemed to have noticed the arrow. Luigi actually looked worried. "What? What happened?" People around him were looking concerned as well. Alright. This was not just an attack. This was 'weird poo poo' He knew that his own 'companion' could vanish and appear as well, except that nobody except him could see him. Now here was another one who did that, and nobody but him saw it. AND someone fired an arrow. So he figured this was the sign that the grinning motherfucker who had given him [S Y M P A T H Y] was round. Now, to be fair, the stand had come in real handy. Real, real handy. But as a matter of principle, Michael couldn't let someone gently caress with him and not get to him. As gratitude, he was gonna give the mystery archer a chance to explain themselves before he started punching. "Something fishy's going on. Stay here. I'm checking it out." He said to Luigi, then started making his way closer towards the stage, not caring one whit for the scandalized Italian words he got as he pushed his way through the crowd towards the stage, looking around for the archer that shot the arrow. Shogeton fucked around with this message at 00:29 on Oct 21, 2016 |
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♪ Apparent Crisis ♪ A few heartbeats pass and - just as he was to take another step - the hatted man disappears into a blur, only to take shape again by model's side. The girl gasped in surprise at the sudden re-appearance on the edge of her vision. The cowboy spits out his cigarette and yanks the arrow in a single, decisive move. "NOW, YOU IDIOT!", he shouts, sending an angry glare vaguely upwards. A loud CLANG echoes across the palazzo ballroom and suddenly the last few spotlights go out, leaving only darkness in its wake. In the last glimpse you catch, the cowboy jumped off the catwalk, holding on to his hat with the other hand. "What is going on?", someone shouts. Ouch, inelegant. d10 Pitch Black created. Well, this seems like quite a "roll your initiative" moment. Salvatore goes first and chooses the next character to take a turn!
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Salvatore Ferragamo As the thief snatched the arrow, Salvatore broke into a run. He had left the police, but the thought of letting this man get away with his crime still sat wrong with him - and there was still the matter of finding out what he had done to Marco. As the thief called for his accomplice and the lights went out, though, he checked his pace and began to think. "So - he has one accomplice in the rafters. Should I be worrying about him right now? No - I can't get up there without letting the thief get away, and he shouldn't be able to do much from up there in the dark. But how am I supposed to catch this thief in the dark? I don't have a torch, and there's too much noise for me to hear his footsteps - that's the answer! He's probably heading towards the exit, but whatever route he takes, he'll have to get close to the crowd. They saw what happened on stage - if someone runs past them, they won't stay quiet. I can track him by the noise they make!" Slower and more cautiously than before, Salvatore started to run through the dark, hunting the thief by listening out to the noise of the crowd, trying to find the point where it was loudest. I'm new to Cortex, so I hope you'll forgive any mistake I've made here. My understanding is that something like 'finding the thief' is rolled for in the usual way, by constructing a dice pool. Salvatore is currently on his own, so he gets a d6 Solo die, he's taking advantage of the crowd, so he gets the d8 'Unaware Bystanders' Scene asset, chasing a burglar falls under Beat Cop and Nobody Escapes Justice, for two more d8s, for a final pool of 1d6, 3d8. I don't see that Perfect Pair has any relevant powers here, though. Catching the thief with 1d6 = 5, 3d8 = 3, 6, 7. I'll take the 6 and the 7 as my result, with the last d8 as the effect die. Josephine Jordan can take the next turn. Jo Joestar fucked around with this message at 18:20 on Oct 23, 2016 |
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Josephine Jordan Oh double-crap. It's only a matter of time before someone gets hurt, and that someone might be you if you don't do this correctly the first time. Think fast, Josephine! So now he's not only got a gun, but the lights are going out. Josephine thinks fast and scans the horizon as the last bits of light vanish into darkness. Where's she going to get a light from? She doesn't have a flashlight and this place is a no-smoking establishment so finding a source of fire won't happen either (not that she'd want to touch the stuff)...But wait! There's one light source she can use, and she knows exactly where it is; the myriad cameras that were, until just now, firing off photos left and right, causing a flash each time. All she has to do is swipe a camera or three and find him with the world's slowest strobe light. This should be a simple-enough task: have Twisted Sister pop back in at the ground floor, leap over to where she remembers the catwalk being, then just stretch and walk along the crowd until she gets what she wants, gooping and retrieving anything that feels hard and boxy enough to be a camera. Worst-case scenario she doesn't find anything and has to settle for sealing the exits. It's kind of a shame I can't weasel my way into helping Sal on this one, but his 13 should be an alright result against the Doom Pool, which should be, at most, 2d6+1d8+1d10 until my turn ballses everything up. Now for dice pool. I've got my Solo dice because in spite of my previous shenanigans, this is definitely Solo time. Moreover, I'm going to try using all of my moves on this one, leaping over the crowd to the catwalk, stretching out, and snagging objects with the goop, so 3d6, or 1d6 and 1d8. This of course adds 2 dice to the Doom Pool, but I think it'll be worth it, especially if I make you burn them trying to counter this. Lastly, it's a slight stretch, but stealing objects from random innocents as part of your big play might fall under Dishonorable Duelist, so that's there too. 1d10+3d6+1d8, here we go! Solve this in a flash!: 1d10+1d8+3d6 24 (3, 7, 4, 5 5) Neato Burrito! Assuming you don't take the d8 away, I'll use the 7 and two 5s with a PP to make a 17 total with a d10 effect die to light this place up. If you do take it for being too much of a stretch, I'll still use the plot point and have a 14 total instead. Take the floor, Bella!
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Bella Kor Who is this- this- INTERLOPER!? And what is he doing to my show! Bella almost shouts it out loud, but this is show business- the show must go on. No, several interlopers! This is unacceptable, capital U! The only solution is to make it look deliberate, which means- getting this bozo off the stage! The lights come up suddenly, thanks a lot you incompetent fool in the booth! Quickly, before they notice, time to clear the board. Let's at least shove this fool off the stage while all the chaos looks, somewhat, salvageable. Light shows where he is, so next step is to get him out of view of the audience... Jump into the timestream, tackle him at mach speed, end up in the eaves. Easy. In theory. Improvisation is not always Bella's strong suite. Shove Mr. Cowboy into the Eaves: 2d8+2d10+1d4 11 Time Diver + Spatial Sense + Perfectionista.. and yet, a mere 8 with a d10 effect. Alas, that roll is so abominable I doubt even a plot point can save it, though I do get one for including Perfectionista at 1d4. If I can use JoJo's Light to aim, I'll add this roll instead:LIGHTS!: 1d10 9 Giving me a much sounder 15 with a d10 effect. Your turn, Miss Jones
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Diana Jones The lights going down is the last straw. Somebody's trying to screw with Diana's set, and she's gonna have to deal with the problem directly. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your DJ speaking,” she says, patching her mic into the sound system while she reaches back into her record collection and taking the first thing she touches. “We’ve had a bit of an emergency up here in the lighting department and I got some fires to put out.” Diana flips the record out of its sleeve and deftly swaps it for one on her turntable.”You all stay frosty down there and I’ll leave you with the soothing sounds of whatever I just grabbed.” She turns off the mic for a second, but as the first notes kick in she doubles back and flips it on again for just a moment. “Oh, and on the off chance poo poo gets weird? It’s all part of the show.” With her set officially on hold, Diana is free to step away from her rig and call out [SHUT UP THE PUNX]. “You tryin’ to pick a fight, buddy? ‘Cause you got one,” she calls out to the darkness, and with a quick spin she rewinds both the stage lights and their saboteur. I'm not 100% sure how this works within the rules, so I'm leaving a lot of this up to GM discretion, but my goal here is to get rid of the d10 Pitch Black and replace it with a potentially more favorable asset, probably a d8 Pacified Crowd or d8 Word Up based on my d10 Musician. I'm not sure if that's more like two actions that would have to be in different turns, though. I'd be willing to spend a plot point to make it work, if necessary. Anyway, let's roll all the dice that apply here, which would be a full suite: my d6 solo affiliation, d8 Rising Star distinction and d10 Musician specialty (for dealing with the crowd and the music), and the d8 Rewind power. Light Up the Night: 1d10+2d8+1d6 24 (5 5 8 6) If I get to use all of that in this way that's a respectable 14 with d10 effect, but like I said I'm not 100% sure how this should resolve. I could pass the turn to the baddies to keep them from doubling up at the start of the next round, but let's go ahead and let Michael do his thing. Opposing Farce fucked around with this message at 07:17 on Oct 25, 2016 |
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Again, sorry for lateness! It might have involved in converting a new jojo fan and ensuing impromptu marathon of the entire Phantom Blood. Salvatore Salvatore listened to the varied murmurs among the crowd - it was not the first time he had to push through a crowd to stop a pickpocket dead in his tracks. Ouch! Vaffanculo! Careful, mister! A pattern quickly emerged and Ferragamo deduced which exit - the side corridor on the left side of the room - the culprit reached for. The cop sprinted through a gap between rows of chairs and rushed to the doorway. He took a step into the corridor, hoping for some footsteps - or rather lack of them - to tell whether he made it in time. However, before he managed to concentrate and filter out the murmurs of the crowd - and the drat DJ on the mic - someone slammed into him impetuously! Salvatore took a step forward to regain his balance and turned away, to where the assailant also reeled back a few steps. As light started flickering in the room - like some unstable ball lightning up by the roof - the two men came to realization nearly instantly. The man pairs his terrible d4 Solo with d10 Pitch Black and a d6 straight out of the doom pool for a disastrous roll of 5, including a natural 1 on the d10 you will be able to use as an opportunity in your next move. Horse’s incompetence is transcendental, it seems.  Current Doom Pool: 1d6 Josephine Jordan Rather than force her way through the crowd, like some clumsier men would do, the agile 「Twisted Sister」sweeped underneath their feet, grabbing cameras, flash bulbs, even - wow! - a bonafide mobile phone! After three quick swipes under the press area, Josephine had a big enough goopy ball of light to try and get a look around in the myriad of quick flashes. Let's just hope nobody here is epileptic! Let there be light! The d10 Pitch Black complication is gone! However, I’ll handwave this applicable from the beginning of the next round, as thing are going very quickly and concurrently - but really, it’s mostly a fudge to smooth out the peculiarities of PbP timing. The roll was against the Doom Pool, which I just idiotically reduced to near-nothingness, so I won’t even bother rolling it. While dishonorable duelist is indeed a stretch, using the d8 unaware bystanders as an asset would be a perfect fit, so it evens out I guess. I won’t take your PP of course, given the circumstances. Current Doom Pool: 3d6 Bella Nobody. Will. Ruin. MY. Show. Bella lunges across the timestream, ready to tackle the impertinent while the (hopefully) brief spell of darkness should keep the hack journos away from a lil' bit of unladylike conduct she was most eager to engage in. The flashed through the 「Time Diver」and rammed impetuously to where the cowboy was last seen standing. Yet instead of hitting a wam body, she floated in the air for a while, only to hit... Some sort of metal bars? As the cameras started flashing again (but from where?), she understood her predicament - lying entangled in a labyrinth of cables, wires and disarrayed, knocked over camera tripods. Someone will PAY. As with Salvatore's action, I rolled a d4 Solo, d10 Pitch Black, and dropped in a doom die for good measure. I get 7,2, and 6 - in that order. Noticing I can match you with the 10 left untouched, I choose to pillage the doom pool again to turn the reaction into a counterattack, trolling you with one mean complication! d10 Entangled complication created. PP gained. Current Doom Pool: 1d6. Diana The record roared and the words seemed to soothe crowd's initial confusion - and good that she mentioned the weird, as a few moments later some weird ball of superglue flew around the rafters, flashing like mad with... a bunch of Nikon cameras? Diana figured the crowd down below won't be able to get a proper look at the thing, but even for a stagecraft trick this felt somewhat bizarre. She took a quick look around. Despite a multitude of flickering shadows, the lightball provided decent visibility - especially to someone used to all all-nighters among pulsating and flashing colors. It seemed a bunch of people - perhaps security doing their jobs? - went after the culprit. Good. The suspicious person on the other balcony, however, seemed to catch little attention as he leaned over the railing for some reason. Yeah, it was kind of two action-y. General procedure for such things is buying extra Effect dice, but a) It's more about more bang for one action, like shooting two guys, or dropping both damage and a complication with a shot, b) I think fixing the lights would be more of a Shining Diamond-y thing, c) Josephine happened for the time, anyway. Though her Stand might want to free its hands in a bit! I went with focusing you on the crowd work and cutting rewind from the pool - as for the culprit, let's just say he's just chaseable by you and hammer out the details by the time you get to it (I know the guy's gimmick and have a gut feeling about how the fiction might flow). The reaction comes from the 2d6 doom pool - with a mere 7. This does enable you to leave the d10 for effect! It’s also worth 3 XP, as the timely warning should help handwave minor weirdness to the crowd - until things get violent. d10 Word Up! created. --- Now, remember that despite our little cheat with the Dear Hunter in the beginning, you need to take a proper Buddy/Team action in order to receive help from others - the upcoming round of chasing the baddies should be just enough to figure who your impromptu allies are.
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Yep. Things get pretty drat weird quick. Lights going out, then starting with some weird light show. And despite what the DJ was saying, this didn't look like part of the show at all. Little chance that the mobster was going to calmly sit through this. Probably already gone. And even if he wasn't, police was likely gonna here soon, so HE needed to be gone soon. Moving along, he noticed the weird cowboy rear end in a top hat trying to move to the crowd, but getting stopped by an Italian dude. His clothes way too sober to be a guest. Probably security or a bodyguard. Well, all Michael needed was for him to slow the guy down enough. You'd be amazed how quickly you can get through a crowd when you're an angry looking biker who shows no intent of moving around people. A trace of dismayed little cries followed him, until he would move to place a hand on the cowboy's shoulder. "Don't got a problem with party crashers in principle. But I needed this thing to find someone. And you just messed it up for me, Tex." The cowboy would hear the deceptively calm, gravely voice from behind him. "So, you and I and that arrow you took and my fists should go to a quiet place and have ourselves a little chat. Maybe if you tell me a thing or two about arrows, you can keep a few teeth." Alright, let's see if I do this right. d8 for solo, d8 for Hell's Angel. I kind of want to leave [S Y M P A T H Y] unused for now. Leave something interesting to reveal, and have Michael's first 'action' more about how he's big bad biker rather than stand user. I would then use a PP to also use Leader of the Chapter for another d8, signifying his skill in using his force of Personality. If you feel this is too much of a stretch, I'll use a PP to roll a d6 instead to pick the last one. Intimidate the Cowboy (last one might be d6): 3d8 8 (4, 2, 2) That is... pretty sad. 6 with a d8 effect. Pass turn to the cowboy. Let's see how he reacts. Shogeton fucked around with this message at 15:56 on Oct 27, 2016 |
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♪ Cartridge 1987 - The Chase ♪ "... And you just messed it up for me, Tex", Michael said with calmly implied threat, as he approached the two men. His gravely voice must have made an impression on said Tex, as the man took a step back, his eyes darting between the biker and the cop, his mind frozen at deciding which of the two men is the immediate threat. Salvatore made that decision for him, as he dashed to tackle the thief. The cowboy had no chance to react if not for... Slamming into a... Brick wall?.. Hovering roughly around his arm's height?..  At last, a truly terrifying Stand. Ah, gently caress it - Horse activated d4 Coward to grab a Doom Die. Together with his whoppin' Solo d4, the result is 5 - just short of success! The cowboy takes d8 emotional stress, as he's reeeally not into meeting fists of a burly biker. Current Doom Pool: 2d6 By the time Salvatore blinked to reassure himself what the hell he just saw, the cowboy snapped back into action, darting off roughly along the wall - to no particular destination other than away. As he dashed away, the wall began to quickly vanish - brick by brick, only to reappear in thief's wake as hovering clusters of 2-3 bricks, scattered on different heights like three-dimensional caltrops. d10 Brick Maze created. You might have noticed already that the PP-DD economy is somewhat stacked in favor of the players. However, I do have some dirty bullshit to even the odds - it this case, where you guys would roll against the Doom Pool, for me the Die Just Happens, as you don't really have equivalent pool. This will have some fun genre-appropriate implications, which we should see in few turns! “Let’s see you dodge 「Another Brick in the Wall」!”, the cowboy shouted cockily, as if he hadn't been embarrasing himself just moments before. As he runs off, he again produces his revolver with a similar, if much quicker, flourish and fires wildly at the 「Twisted Sister」, who is holding the light ball by the roof. Despite not taking a slightest pause to aim, the bullets are remarkably accurate, as if their arc twisted mid-flight with killer intent. I roll d8 Buddy, d8 Crack Shot and d8 Homing Bullets. I roll 11, with a d8 effect die, which also happens to be an Opportunity (1). “Madonna! Is that a gun?!”, some woman screams. Josephine, you have to deal with it as a new round begins!
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Oct 28, 2016 17:46
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Josephine Jordan Okay, poo poo, that's a bullet, and my hands are tied. What do I do, what do I do, what do I--That's it! Josephine, having a background in watching hollywood action movies, thinks fast and tries to block a bullet using the ball of light as an impromptu suit of kevlar. I roll 3d10+1d6 on this. Solo die, the Flash Ball Asset I created, a Stunt made by using a PP, and my Sticky Goo power. Block! (Solo + Flash Ball + Sticky Goo): 2d10+1d6 9 (3 1 5) STUNT (Tar Bubble): 1d10 6 That's an 11 and a tie, so it hits me, BUT I have a d10 effect die, so I scale it back to a d6 Physical Stress. ...Unfortunately for her, even though it's traveling through tar, a bullet is still moving at over eight-hundred feet per second. She manages to slow it down considerably, but, like the Kevlar vests in reality, they just prevent it from going through you; the high-speed blunt impact to her chest is felt all the same, and Twisted Sister falls over, as does Josephine. This only serves to anger her. She and her Stand get back up, it leaping onto the rafters, having abandoned the idea of the light ball at this point, and goes to where Josephine remembers the DJ table, as it has what she needs: a microphone. With a quick flick of the flipper, she's stolen the booth's mic and tossed it down to herself down below. It's time to do things the Josephine way. "HEY! You know, for someone who's supposed to be trying very hard to run away, hombre, you sure are taking your sweet time. I mean, if you weren't spending so much time playing around with that toy gun of yours you could probably have run off by now and escaped to your fifth newest flame's house. Not that she'll be waiting for you." YOU COWARD! (Solo + Psychology + Social Stress + That's Bullshit): 2d10+2d8 11 (2 4 1 4) Ouch. That's an 8 total with d10 effect die. Good luck scaling that back. If I had any other dice that were applicable I'd roll/add them in a heartbeat with a PP, but I don't think I do. I pass to Diana. Unknown Quantity fucked around with this message at 19:03 on Oct 28, 2016 |
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Diana Jones Diana sees the chaos unfolding downstairs and is utterly lost. She knew the freaky ghost powers were going to catch up with her eventually, but she never figured out what she was actually going to do when that day come, and now there's a bunch of people wrecking the show and she's got no way of knowing who's on what side or what the sides even are here. But okay, that just means she has to take a step back. They can work out their own problems down here. Right now she's got a bone to pick with this scarfy dude up here. She doesn't have to worry about anyone else right now. ...Except for the frog stealing her drat mic. "Oh you've got to be kidding me," she mutters. She doesn't strictly need to get it back, now she's got a label to buy her things like microphones, but still, that's her stuff. Keeping it where it belongs is a point of pride. And she can't let these ghost weirdos run around with a direct feed into the sound system, not when they're gonna use it to freak the crowd out calling people hombres and dragging up their byzantine personal drama. So, once again she doubles back to her booth and calls out [SHUT UP THE PUNX] to return the mic to its rightful place. "Excuse me," she says, speaking into the mic again, "I'd like to take just one more brief moment and ask the audience to kindly keep their sticky hands off my god drat gear. There's a man up here who needs punching and I really can't deal with this right now. Thank you for your understanding and please, enjoy the show in peace. Namaste." Christ, she thinks, shoving it under the booth away from prying hands, at this rate I'm never gonna get to punch this guy. I don't think I really need to roll anything here so I'll go ahead and pass the turn to Michael. Opposing Farce fucked around with this message at 00:00 on Oct 29, 2016 |
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"You like walls, Tex?" Michael said as he started running after him, trying to dodge wall after wall as he tried to keep up with him. "I'll introduce you to a few of them once we're outside!" He noticed he was shooting at the weird guy in the frog costume. Started to get the distinct impression that was not a costume. Some woman in some ridiculous costume reacted by stealing the microphone of the DJ and calling him out. And then the DJ was pissed at that. But gently caress it, none of that mattered. rear end in a top hat cowboy had fired a gun, so now most likely countdown to cops started. So he was definitely NOT getting Rastelli today. Cowboy there was gonna be his consolation prize. Still, that gun was not some prop. And he was going to need some help. He pointed forward, and [S Y M P AT H Y] appeared besides Michael's Quarry, looking with concern over his shoulder and whispering in his ear. "Yes, you should just leave. Let your companion handle the rest on his own. You've done enough of the hard work, haven't you? Dealing with all these people? You can't expect to handle this. You deserve getting out of here and taking a rest. So run. Run!" Alright, so I'm working solo so a d8, using Devil's Whisper as a D8, adding a D6 for using Devil's Playthings. Putting in Hell's Angel d8 for being a scary motherfucker that's encouraging him to gently caress off. I want to add the Vice Complication: Sloth on him. (I tend to count cowardice as falling under the Sloth Vice) Red Right Hand create vice complication sloth on cowboy: 3d8+1d6 [b]21 7 5 6 and a 3 on the d6[, so a 13, with a d8 on the effect die, that becomes a d10 because of Red Right Hand Pass the turn the cowboy, curious what he plans to do with it, and don't want him to get two turns shortly after each other.
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We'll cover Diana once the scarved man is up, for pacing reasons. The chase is on! ♪ The cowboy rushes forward, easily outpacing the pursuers, reduced to playing human tetris with the floating obstacle course of bricks that makes any prospect of running impossible. However, despite making good distance, he finds himself with little direction to run towards. Model backstage perhaps? Or try to cut through the runway to the other side of the ballroom? He turned to make a quick count of the pursuers and their Stands, his glances darting almost as fast as his thoughts. "This job is getting way more hassle than it's worth", he thought loudly, as doubt about the entire undertaking creeped in. "You've got it right lady, it's high time for me to take the leave. The place is dead anyway," he said, hiding his distress with arrogance. "Ricci, ditch these losers and we'll meet at the place!", he shouted as he jerked his gun - instinctively pointed at Michael - towards the increasingly restless crowd. You all gasped in terror as he fired into the row of bystanders - though thankfully the bullet appeared to zig-zag between the heads, only hurting a single woman, whose elaborate earring was torn off by the speeding projectile. "I'll skin you alive, coglione," a male voice boomed in frustration somewhere above you - you have noticed the peculiarly dressed man on the balcony. Perhaps he was the accomplice responsible for sabotaging the lights! Yet, any further pearls of wisdom were quickly drowned in the agitated screams of the crowd. "Si tratta di camorra! Cazzo! Serpenti!", people screamed as they jumped out of their chairs, the experience of being nearly shot breaking their tolerance for this weird show. As the wave of panicking bystanders spread across the auditorium, the cowboy jumped into the crowd pushing towards the exits, his hat barely visible in the poorly-lit sea of heads and arms. I've pondered cowarding it up for that sweet doom die, but then noticed you rolled 1 anyway, so I'll buy that opportunity and react with d8 Buddy + d8 Arrogant, his other distinction. I roll 10 that Josephine nevertheless matches with a PP spend. 1 PP spent, 1 PP gained. Current doom pool: 3d6. D10 Vice: Sloth created. Hol's Emotional Stress is now d10. Let's see Bella dig herself out now.
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Bella Well, the show is officially ruined. RUINED! Bella gropes above her until she feels a woodenish shaft embedded in a target. Still there. Good. But there is still time to salvage what remains, at least. It is word, right? Publicity is good, even if it is "crazy gunman interrupts show." My art is so amazing, people steal it at gunpoint! Yes. Salvageable. Maybe. The cables, on the other hand, may not be salvageable. Not after Bella just absentmindedly cut them with her arrow on her way up and out of this goddamn bullshit. I'm going to argue I am using the Arrow of Destiny here like, well, an arrow. Also I remove it and Time Diver from play by reaching up from this rear end of a mess and grabbing it. Solo+Spatial Sense+Arrow of Destiny: 2d8+1d10 18 17 to remove the Entangled complication with a d8 effect. Pass to *flips coin* Brickman. K Prime fucked around with this message at 03:18 on Nov 4, 2016 |
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Bella pulled the spectral arrow from the nearby post and stabs at the troublesome cables. Though it never occured to her to use her newfound gift as a weapon - why would she want to? - the arrow cut through the cables like a sharp razor, leaving only a thin layer of dust at the clean-cut edges. She stood up, free of her shackles, and took a look around of the commotion that, thankfully, kept the attention away from her. I rolled the Doom Pool, with the Entangled complication, obviously. Thanks to a natural 10, I end up with 13, which is promptly beaten. Up on the balconies, the scarved man - the one apparently called Ricci - cursed at his partner's incompetence and turned towards Diana, who pretty much forced his attention to herself. Upon seeing her, he smiled confidently, as if suddenly forgetting the tense gravitas of the situation. Diana instantly recognized the smile as Milanese special - the kind every third guy in this town seems to make on sight of a pretty girl. "Nice Stand you got there, bambina. I have a friend who does telekinesis too, so I know for a fact how useful it can be. It's also how I know - a shine in his eye gave a slightly menacing look to his demeanor - it will not work against my 「Another Brick in the Wall」, so spare yourself the effort, bambina." Ricci took a quick glance at the chaos unfolding on the main floor. "With how disorganized you gangbangers are, this should be an easy job. Still, it seems I might have to save my complice from his own stupidity, so a divide and conquer might be the order of the day." By the time he finished the sentence, a wall materialized in the doorframe behind Diana, blocking off the only exit from the balcony (sans jumping down)! Salvatore, do your thing!
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Salvatore Ferragamo Salvia slowly raised himself to his feet, his head still ringing from its sudden meeting with a brick wall, and looked around him. Already, the cowboy - 'And who the devil is that floating next to him?' - was running away again, leaving a trail of floating bricks. The other man who had tried to confront the thief - a giant of a man, dressed like a biker - was running through the maze, obviously still pursuing the cowboy. Salvia shook his head, still unsure of how much of what he saw was real and what was a concussion-induced hallucination, and started to pick his way through the maze of bricks, after the fleeing cowboy. Whatever caution Salvia had washed away when the cowboy drew his gun, replaced by a single, almost instinctive, urge - 'this culo needs to go down, and go down now'. With redoubled urgency, he tried to force his way through the maze of floating bricks, but despite all the strength he could muster, they remained stubbornly unmoving. But Salvia was not alone - as he struggled against the brick maze, a ghostly arm separated from his own, gripping on to the top of the brick wall. In an instant, a tall ghostly figured materialised itself, looking as though it had been superimposed over Salvia. Tightening its grip on the bricks, it pulled itself - and Salvia - up and over the wall, hurling them both with a force no human could match. Salvia had barely a second to register the strange maze flying by underneath him before he saw the ground rushing up towards him. The unexpected launch left Salvatore unprepared for his landing. He crashed hard into the ground - 'Thank God and all the saints that this place doesn't have a concrete floor', Salvia thought to himself - and with some effort, staggered to his knees. Even with his sudden boost, the cowboy still had a tremendous head-start, and was forcing his way into the panicked crowd. Gathering up his strength, Salvia set off in pursuit, already certain that it was too late to tackle him. If he could just get close enough to touch him, though - and if the spirit that had been following him for months was willing to help him again - then he could still do something to stop this murderous thief. This roll is for catching up to Hol Horse. If it succeeds, Salvatore will use the Remote Manifestation SFX on Hol Horse, giving up his Perfect Pair powers to create a d8 'Obstruct Escape' asset for anyone trying to catch him or get in his way. I'd like to leave Salvatore open to working with everyone else chasing Hol Horse, so I'm using his d8 Team die, and chasing a fleeing thief seems like it should fall under 'No-one escapes justice' and 'Beat Cop', for a basic dice pool of 3d8. I'm also going to spend a PP to create a stunt based on how Jotaro used his stand to move around, which since it uses Perfect Pair's physical strength, hopefully counts for its AriAriAri power. Combined with the Opportunity Hol Horse gave me last turn, that should become a d10 stunt. If all that is correct, that's a pool of 4d8 (including AriAriAri), and 1d10 for the stunt. Further, if it's possible, I'm going to use Perfect Pair's SFX, Exceptional Precision, to exchange 2d8 for 1d10, giving a final dice pool of 2d8, 2d10. Catching Hol Horse: 2d8+2d10 27, [2d8=2, 6] [2d10=10, 9] Bella, now's your chance to salvage your show!
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Nov 7, 2016 02:27
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Bella Some bastard is rearranging the walls! Do you know how hard it was to arrange the colors on them just so? To find the right paint for the ancient brickwork! TO BALANCE THE SUBTLE CONTRAST OF RUSTIC AND MODERN!? And now this, this, PERSON is disrupting it! Bella is so angry that the supernatural effect of the bricks barely registers. She stares around the chaos, looking for someone to blame. "is that someone harassing my technicians?!" Then, the bricks move above and the anger clicks. "Quella bocchinara di tua madre!" she shouts in a rage and fires 『THE DEAR HUNTER』 directly over the balcony! Then, in its wake, she leaps into the stream, letting the accelerated time carry her momentum to the eaves.. Apply the Time Diver: 1d4+1d6+1d8+1d10 16 Perfectionista+Buddy+Spatial Sense+ARROW OF DESTINY A mere 11 with a d8 effect- willing to spend the earned plot point for Perfectionista 1d4 there to force the issue. Used my weaker Buddy die as this is to help Diana Speaking of, Uh.. JoJo, your go! K Prime fucked around with this message at 16:06 on Nov 7, 2016 |
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Josephine Jordan Oh, right. There's people besides me[ involved in this. Speaking of which, based on the fact that she stole the mic back, she probably has one of these Stand things too. Well, if they need help, I guess it's time to play hero. Speaking of which, how did she get up there again? Oh right, stretching from the stage to the rafters. That's too slow now though. He'd see it coming. Think, think, what wouldn't he see coming? What did other mutant superheroes do in a situation like this? Josephine racks her brain, trying to remember scenes from the comic books she'd read in-between and during classes. Inspiration strikes as she begins herself moving about and looking for the right vantage point. Yeah, the X-Men did this once! Colossus threw Wolverine at the bad guys at super high speeds. Fastball special, that's what it was. Well, I don't exactly have a Colossus right now, but maybe if I made up for it with something strong, like one of these columns by the backstage entrance... Josephine recalls her Stand and regains sync with it. She stretches the thing's arms out and moves herself so she can get a good angle on this guy. All she needs is a straight line over, and...She's figured it out! Now just keep backing up, a little more upwards an angle, and...She flings herself and her Stand upwards, holding her fist out so that it collides with it's fast-approaching target. And maybe, if she's lucky, she'll get a little help from the DJ. This is Buddy (d8), Child at Heart (d8), Battletoad (d6) and Stretching (d6) in an attempt to Fastball Special this guy while he's unaware of me. I'm hoping to maybe get a boost from Diana if this goes poorly. Fastball Special!: 2d8+2d6 13 (1 4 4 4) The gently caress kind of seeding is this? Whatever. As-is it's an 8 with d8 effect die, but I'm willing to spend an AP and add a third die, especially if Diana assists and succeeds in doing so. Speaking of which, Diana, you're up!
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Diana Jones Diana is not impressed by the brick wall behind her, and even less impressed by the jackass who summoned it. "You got one of these hosed up ghost powers too, huh? And it's bricks? Gimme a goddamn--" She feels something whizz by her head. "--break, you Italian rear end in a top hat." Suddenly, Diana realizes that he hasn't heard her--or, at least, he hasn't heard her yet. Everything around her has suddenly slowed to a crawl, including the brick guy. Did I do this? she wonders, calling out 「Ｓｈｕｔ Ｕｐ Ｔｈｅ Ｐｕｎｘ」. This doesn't feel like the kind of thing I do. Still, no use looking a gift horse in the mouth. Whatever time fuckery she's just pulled, it's bought her some time to slow down and assess the situation. She looks down over the balcony to try and get a sense for what's going on down there, which is when she notices a model in an ornate dress and a ridiculous mask flying through the air--directly towards Captain Fettuccine of the HS Mattone. She's not even going to try making sense of this, but if somebody else wants to come give the scarfed weirdo a beat-down, she might as well lend them a hand. In fact, she might as well lend two--after all, she's got all the time in the world to react, so there's no reason not to get tricksy with it. The scarfy brick dude hasn't moved from that spot in a couple of seconds, and with her power she can make sure she doesn't. She puts one hand on the right record, ready to boost that model forward, and one hand on the left, ready to rewind the target back into place. She waits just a brief couple of moments, feeling out the slow, droning pounding of the sound system behind her, and when she manages to identify the beat she does her thing right on it. We've got d8 Team, d8 Fast Forward, and assuming it comes through, Bella's d8 Time Diver asset. I don't think I can realistically make my specialty or distinctions apply here, but I am going to spend a plot point to use my d8 Rewind power to zip the guy back into place if he tries to dodge. Safety in Speed: 4d8 15 (4 6 4 1) Ouch. Even with 4 dice to choose from, I've got a barely better than average total with a d8 effect and an enemy opportunity. At least I tried! I'm gonna give the turn to Brick next so we can wrap up the top level here in one go. Opposing Farce fucked around with this message at 19:50 on Nov 7, 2016 |
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♪ Kalax - Midnight Rage ♪ Navigating the obstacle of bricks floating in the air proved nigh-impossible to maintain tempo, as their scattered positioning effectively obstructed any possibility of natural movement, forcing slow and painful contortions from any given trespasser. Sensing the pressure of time, the quick-thinking detective stepped back and used his Stand to fling himself over the top brick, effectively bypassing the contraption! As he picked himself up from the floor on the other side - he certainly did not train this trick beforehand - the Salvatore stumbled a few steps forward, in unrelenting pursuit.Alas, the cowboy had too much of a headstart and sank into the crowd in front of detective's very eyes! In one last desperate gamble, Salvia flinged his ghost partner at the one unmistakeable object the man couldn't hide - the wide brim of his hat, squeezed among the moving heads. I roll the dice behind my virtual GM screen and, not breaking my pokerface for even a second, simply state "it worked". d8 Bound: Obstruct Escape asset created. [Perfect Pair] powers shutdown. An golden arrow flew by scarved man's ear and inn a flash - or rather a smudge - Bella flew towards the balcony, her sheer speed holding gravity from having the chance to pull her down before she firmly set her foot at the destination. The doom pool comes up at 11, forcing the effect to be a d8 at most. d8 Time Diver created Perhaps it was the arrow that warned Ricci, or the man had cat-like reflexes, as he instantly cut the chit-chat with Diana and was turned towards Bella as soon as she appeared on the balcony! Sensing the fierce gaze of his opponent - and more than aware of her precipitous position near the edge of the balcony, the fashionista braced herself against incoming attack- that never came. Instead, the foe turned to the left and reached out towards incoming Josephine! It seemed for a briefest moment like the man intended to stop her flight with only his open palm, like a kung fu movie master. Yet, only a split second after the living cannonball notices what's happening, a small wall materialized just in front of her! The girl slammed violently into the obstacle and grunted as her unfortunately extended arm took the brunt of the crash. Yet, the man did not look whether his attack had an effect and turned back towards Bella, either confident in his abilities, or too wary of her presence. As he shifted his weight to tackle the designer, Diana immediately spun both her discs! But to her surprise, the man did not intend to move at all! Instead, he marks a high kick. Diana instinctively let go of the Rewind disc, in attempt to trip the man with backwards momentum, but his torso was sandwiched by layers of yet more bricks that held his body in place. Bella insinctively dodged the kick to the side, only to (painfully) trip on a brick lying behind her ankle! As she fell backwards on a dramatic green background, Ricci smirked towards Diana. "I told you bambina, your kinetic parlor tricks cannot beat my Stand!" Bella, defend against 11 or it gets nasty! This is an action and two reactions, if anyone's wondering. The guy has a d10 stand power and a Reactive Tactics distinction, but you pretty much force him to use the d8 Solo affiliation. Against Bella, he couldn't really apply the distinction, so he SFX'd the stand down to 2d8. The rolls were [10, 2, 3] against JoJo, [8, 7, 4] against Diana and [1,5,6] against Bella. I do actually spend a d8 from the doom pool to apply the remaining d8 from the rolled pool as a counterattack against Josephine! Go eat a brick, shortie! Josephine suffers d8 Physical Stress. I crossed off the Time Diver from Diana's roll (the 1) - I see the zone as extending from loosely middle of the room to the balcony (with a bit to one of it's sides), and so I don't really find it applicable here for you (not that it changes much). I buy opportunity from Josephine, for proper doom pool step ups. I take it Josephine did not use her point due to pointlessness of it. PPs updated. Current Doom Pool: 1d8, 1d6, under assumption Josephine used two powers via her SFX. Let's see what Michael does now!
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Michael scowled as he roughly pushed his way past panicking crowds, following the gunman. It was clear his weapon was no toy though, and it was similarly clear that a lot of 'weird stuff' was going on. So he might as well play along. "S Y M P A TH Y, give me something to work with!" His low voice shouting, showing of against the shrill cries of the fearful guests. The diabolical figure that had been following Hol horse grinned, devliish glee in its eyes as it withdraw a hand, with the nails long and sharp like talons and struck towards Hol Horse heart. I passed harmlessly through flesh and bone, but when it returned, Hol Horse would find a rust covered chains coming out, pulsating with a dirty brown glow. S Y M P A T H Y would speak in a soft, mocking tone. "Sloth and cowardice. Two sides of the same coin. When one is faced with hardship and the possibility for greatness, one turns away. The vice that is all about the reduction of self. One looks up at the sky and says, 'that is so far away' it would be so hard, to dangerous to get there. And so, with excuses and distractions, one forges one's own chains, finding comfort and safety in them, as they drag you to the ground to wallow into the dirt. And as you are dragged lower, and deeper, the sky is so much farther away, so much harder to reach. And so, even as you regret how deep in the dirt you are, you forge yourself another shackle, saying that if it wasn't beyond you before, it surely is now. You can flee, and hide behind your allies, Hol Horse. But that which is within you runs as quickly as you do, and nobody help you face yourself." As S Y M P A T H Y finished, he fully drew that chain outside of Hol Horse, rolling that rusty chain over his hand, letting his hand roam over it, stroling it delicately, almost sensually as if it was fine silk, admiring its texture. Then, he tossed it over to Michael, who grabbed it out of the air and roughly wrapped part of the length around one arm, then moved it in a brusque movement like a whip, crushing a nearby empty chair. "Always likes to talk that one. Now, Tex, where were we? Oh yeah, you were making me run down your chickenshit rear end, making sure I'll be angrier when I catch you." Using Devil's Playthings, creating a weapon, 'Chain of Sloth' which is a d10 because that is the Sloth Complication that Hol Horse has. If used against Hol Horse, it'll add an extra d6 to the dice pool, step back the highest dice one step, and increase the inflicted stress by one step. I presume that creating the weapon is an action. Let(s pass the turn to Hol Horse and see how he reacts. Shogeton fucked around with this message at 20:55 on Nov 13, 2016 |
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