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Ooh, I've never been the driver of a bandwagon before! TOOT TOOT!
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Sep 28, 2017 14:09
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Yeah, it's gotta be B!
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Sep 28, 2017 14:57
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Yeah, B. 'Thinking things through would need that sweet attention coprocessor.
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Sep 29, 2017 05:45
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Sep 29, 2017 06:23
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I'm on Board. I figure that the Anarchists might want to help, loving with medical supplies is bad for everyone. E: and when they say "but Street docs service Nazis and other assholes too" remind them that this is only a problem if we let any Nazis live. By popular demand fucked around with this message at 08:44 on Sep 29, 2017 |
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Sep 29, 2017 08:42
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((So uh, life got hectic. Going on in my own pace, as always.)) Proposition accepted It's later, you're propped up with a beer and cola mixer (local punk gang Ausgezeichnicht dropped a crate off upon hearing of your plight), a wee line of Betameth from the crisis stash and your OnionTrix 9.0 encryption humming to clear a channel to your mates. First consideration gnawing at your mind is, how many guys should do the job? If you get a real heavy hitter to back you up, maybe two could actually do it. 3400 could clear your way to freedom more or less in one fell swoop, or even get you some of that sweet headware you're longing for! Four would make you feel the safest, get a bit of mojo or a second rigger to drown the opposition in fire if things go south, and 1700 a knob is still a nice rear end payday. Three is pretty allright for a compromise, and 2266 nuyen is a respectable chunk out of your present predicament. Then.. who to bring? Olli is on the mend, but a fine a team leader as you ever knew. Tino says he's got a solid samurai who just arrived from Chiba, the real deal apparently. Otherwise you could call up Ina, who's probably not real happy with you, but a fine face when she puts her mind to it( and repairs her own face, mind you). You have a lot of other prospects, but what are the priorities? You're a good negotiator, so the only other clear need is muscle, but maybe a solid water pilot, magician or even a flyboy could become necessary. ((Voting time. Do you hire 3, 2 or 1 extra runners? Feel free to weigh in what sort of runner roles a, possibly hostile, negotiation in a z-zone lagoon could require.))
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Oct 9, 2017 12:55
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Let's run with us and 2 others.
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Oct 9, 2017 14:26
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2 and ask if some of the anarchists would like to assist with any non risk tasks (e.g. Shooting a flare from a block away for distraction) E: that ask is for minor favours not costing more than beer money. By popular demand fucked around with this message at 16:12 on Oct 9, 2017 |
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Oct 9, 2017 16:10
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Yeah, 2 sounds like the right kind of balance here.
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First pick sensibly seems to be a samurai or gun bunny, how about the second? A second rigger would supply a sizable arsenal, but keep in mind a lot of drones won't work well in a swamp biome. Other ideas could be a hacker( again, not that much coverage, but if you get surprised by a boat or enemy drone they're practical to have), or a pilot of some sort. Ette could try to rustle up a magician, but their relative scarcity means he can't be picky about the sort of, er, personality, you get.
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Oct 10, 2017 09:35
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A potentially abrasive and unpleasant spellcaster in a swamp with us? Sounds delightful, let's get one of those.
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Oct 10, 2017 15:15
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RudeCat posted:A potentially abrasive and unpleasant spellcaster in a swamp with us? Sounds delightful, let's get one of those. Yes, let's bring a mage.
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Oct 10, 2017 18:13
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I support this notion. It ain't a party without an unpredictable rear end in a top hat around.
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Oct 10, 2017 18:23
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Wizards are the ultimate wildcard. Especially when even we can't predict them.
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Oct 10, 2017 18:30
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If only we could have a crossover between Tias and Ice Phisherman so Dapper Dan the tweed-wearing troll mage makes an appearance.
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Oct 10, 2017 18:49
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I remember that thread dying prematurely, did it come back?
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Horrible Lurkbeast posted:I remember that thread dying prematurely, did it come back? No, sadly. I found out about Dapper Dan after expressing interest in playing a tweed-suited troll mage in a green deerstalker with a serious Received Pronunciation accent when we were yakking in the discord yesterday. Now I want him to show up as a high level contact in his Blake Island thread, running some sort of gentlemage's club with smoking jackets and poo poo.
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Auditions at Ollis You shove your way through the Harburg streets, orange lights from the nearby Winsener Stra|3e arena turning the night skyline into a hellish, pulsating glow through the smog of the manufacturies and harbor refineries. The dirty and downtrodden masses part as you slink into the hallway of Ollis flat, some trying to recruit you for whatever the radgroup du jour is this week, others offering pathetic services and wares to hack it another day. A chiphead looks up at you with one dulled eye. The other, along with both his legs, have been sold to the organ hustlers for fixes, and right now he is satisfied, lost in a fantasy, and doesn't even beg for change. You shudder, glad you stuck to meth and booze, and bound up the stairs. After a biometric scan, Ollis locks and boody traps stand down, and you come into the neo-A quartermasters house. He flashes a razor sharp smile, seemingly recovered from his mishap with a mortar round. "'Ello Etto! I'll be your fixer for today - You said you needed muscle and mojo, and man have I got a couple for yas." A slickly produced, yet clearly homemade punk porn production pumps away without sound on the trideo, and Olli switches it off without comment. He grabs a well-worn commlink remote, and replaces the wall fixtures with a 2D screen, showing the image of a young Japanese man in a neo-traditional kimono, writing in corporate kanji on the shoulder edited out with a visual blur. He wears a topknot and sits at an austere desk with a shrine, associated with the neo-conservative Japanese zaibatsu. “This is Yoshi Asakura, whose family have some cred back in Chiba. Unfortunately, they also lost some high-stakes face in those crazy games the japs play in the boardroom, and now they have sent him away while they serve a hundred years in a sweatshop or whatever. I wasn’t paying attention when he explained, but the important thing is he’s now trying to make ends meet as a street samurai. Got some pretty gear, too, I think he was maybe being groomed as corporate muscle originally." With a flick of his wrist he removes Asakura, showing a picture of a sour looking, androgynous person in tattered black furs. "So this is Skadí! I know you might have hear of hir, but trust me, ze is much more cooperative than could be feared. It's just that hir tutelary spirits are birds, and ze's a right pickle if you try to force hir to something ze doesn't want." You perk up. A dangerous, non-binary raven queen sounds like a hassle, but ze will probably righteously slot up whoever you point them at. You negotiate a small fee of beer money to Olli for setting up the fix, and agree to the squad composition. An hour later The squad has arrived. They are not nearly as fun as you'd hoped, but perhaps that belies a professionalism that you'll surely need once you're in the poo poo. Yoshi is shy and reserved to a fault, a finely bred fish clearly out of water in a German squat, and calling Skadí a moody goth type would honestly be a disservice to the moody and gothic. Fashion criminal too, dirty furs( Real fur? Honey, please) and leathers won't cut it in the sharp body-dye and PVC scene of today. She says she was raised in the country, which could mean anything, but the getup and magical paradigm gives you fantasies about her being raised by mutant penguins in some lovely Neuwerk mud flat. You shake your head, trying to focus. A trideographic map shows where the robberies have taken place, and a simple triangulation app shows that your perp either lives where he robs, or always strikes on the same leg of the courier route for unknown reasons. Maybe guy's a nöb and doesn't realize he ought to spread it around so as to not get caught. Speculation gets you nowhere, though. "Finding him would be easy", you start, "but we need to decide how we wanna carry it. Weapons sheathed, and parlay? Or trank him in the hoop right away? I guess killing him is on the table, if we want to make sure he don't do it again". You play hard, but secretly hope he'll just give it up and negotiate. Yoshihiro inclines his head. He has a full head of shaggy, black hair, some stubble, and melancholic brown eyes, that glow like blacklights! Shiny, chromed hands but weak shoulders suggest partial cyberlimbs, and he looks the part with a loose neo-traditional kimono and a big, gently caress-off asian sword of some kind. “What the ancients called a clever fighter is one who not only wins, but excels in winning with ease.” You’re not sure who he’s talking to, but let it slide. He elaborates. "We should make sure he's disarmed, and cut him off. If he does the honourable thing, we can extend our employers offer to bribe him. If not, he must be scared off." Skadí snorts. She looks like a disaffected club-bopper with her roughly shaven scalp, an earl piercing in anodized red steel and dirty fur collar. "Knock hir out or or kill hir, I care not. If ze lives, I suggest we pluck out hir eyes, so ze won't cross our paycheck again. This is going to be a long day. Eventually, you pull rank and decide to.. A) ..Go in completely soft, asking the perp(s) for negotiation. We're offering a pretty juicy way to settle it peacefully, after all. B) ..Up the surveillance, and try to de-claw the robber, so you negotiate from a position of strength. C) ..Embrace the crazy, and blow the robbers poo poo to hell, then mutilate them with a warning if they live. D).. Something else? Tias fucked around with this message at 12:16 on Oct 17, 2017 |
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Oct 16, 2017 12:34
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Become the clever warrior, do your homework. :MikeEhrmantrout:
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Oct 16, 2017 13:33
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B Victorious warriors win first, and then go to war.
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Oct 16, 2017 14:19
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B. Overwhelming logistical control is the Rigger game, after all.
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Oct 16, 2017 14:41
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B Our quarry at least deserves to not be deluded into thinking that this will be a fight.
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Oct 16, 2017 20:38
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((Real life is killing me atm, failed test exam in a bad way and have to study. Like I always say, the updating schedule is: "gently caress you, sometime." :iamafag: ))
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Oct 27, 2017 12:17
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It's fine we'll just entertain ourselves with all the inhibition-free sex and drugs that we totally have unlimited access to. Have the best of luck in your endeavours
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Oct 27, 2017 12:49
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oof, sorry to hear things didn't go well. The shadows can wait until you're ready. #thoughtsandprayers
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Oct 27, 2017 21:50
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B with a side of eye-plucking if they don't bite. Burn out the optic nerve too so they can't easily go cyber replacements.Hexenritter posted:oof, sorry to hear things didn't go well. The shadows can wait until you're ready. #thoughtsandprayers Also this. Tests of any kind are a bitch.
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Oct 28, 2017 02:52
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Best of luck on the studying!
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Hexenritter posted:B: 6800 nuyen would go a ways toward both our GTFO fund and that attention coprocessor. Besides, we're real good at talking with our dick. We can work on gathering the intel afterwards. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? Boo ya. Could pretend to be a courier, and let them steal some nice Oxycontin cut with ricin. Then tool in and mop up who ever's left. Minimal collateral.
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