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 Somewhere in New York City. April 20th, 1992. 10:30 PM The turtle stumbles back, clutching a wound on his abdomen; it wasn't serious, yet, but he couldn't keep fighting with it, and he knows it. He breathes heavily through clenched teeth, fear and anger in his eyes under the red bandanna he wears. Behind him, his brother in blue hastily picks up the turtle in purple; they were both wounded as well. Something had gone wrong. The ambushed had been turned against them; the Foot had known they had been coming, and the Shredder had been there. Raphael growls as he continues to hold his ground, catching a Foot soldier's blade with his sai and twisting it from his hand, headbutting the hapless ninja and staggering back. He was doing all he could to hold his ground, to let Leo get Donnie out of there; the engineer had taken more punishment than he could handle, and Mikey was feet away, keeping a wall of wood and metal up with his nunchaku. When he heard the whistle, Raph dug into his belt pouch and tossed a smoke bomb down in sync with his brother. The thick, acrid smoke filled the room, masking the turtle's escape. They took to the roof tops, moving awkwardly with their injuries, but masking their trail all the same. Before long, they returned to the sewers, slinking deep into the systems beneath Manhattan, where their sensei awaited them. No words were shared as Donatello was placed onto his bed; Mikey, having escaped relatively uninjured, went uncharacteristically quietly back to his room, to rest himself. Leo and Raph shared a look as Splinter cared for his adoptive son, and they, too, returned to their respective rooms to tend to their wounds. It had not been the first night they had been defeated by the Foot; something was going on in the background, something was making the Foot clan ready, and the turtles bore new scars for their troubles. Raphael stared at the ceiling, sleep evading him. A poultice had been tied to his abdomen, and it hurt for him to roll over, even with the herbal remedies Splinter had given him for pain; they had let Donatello have the pharmaceutical stuff April occasionally gave them from the lab she worked at. The turtles were going to need help.  Luna Park, Coney Island, New York City. April 21st, 1992. 9:30 AM Mercifully, Luna Park is closed when the small blue portal appears inside the men's room on the south side. After a moment, two figures step tentatively from the time portal: Renet Tilley, apprentice time mistress, and Miyamoto Usagi, a rabbit samurai from another time. How and when Renet picked up Usagi is known only to the two of them*, but Renet knows the turtles of this time need help. All they knew was they were there, and now they had to deal with the city itself.  A Freighter Ship, New York Harbor, New York City. April 21st, 1992. 9:45 AM On board the USS A Freighter Ship sits a single white shipping container, coming from Thailand with no manifest and no listed owner; someone had paid a fair amount of money to simply have the container delivered and left at the harbor, for anyone to take at their leisure. Inside, having spent the last several weeks fasting and meditating, sit the ramurai known as Hitsuji Tadashi, and his monastic bird comrade, Feng Huang. The two have made their way to America with differing agendas, and the story of how they came together is likely an interesting one*, but they do not know what truly awaits them in New York.  George Washington Bridge, Manhattan Side, New York City. April 21st, 9:50 AM It had been a long and grueling drive for Trickster and M. Buffalo. Having started their drive out in the mid-west, the two had exchanged cars numerous times, having few qualms about 'borrowing' vehicles from gas stations and parking lots all across America. They had gotten some strange looks, more than a few times they had been accused of being some kind of 'furry perverts', but they hadn't gained too much notice. A walking wolf and a walking buffalo were popular costumes, after all. Still, the two had business in New York. What that business was, and how the two came together, was a different story altogether*. What mattered now was the bridge was packed in bumper to bumper traffic. Horns blared all around, and people shouted over the dinh, trying to make their voice the loudest and angriest. Welcome to the game! Every asterisk in there is a suggestion to give me some backstory on the two of you; backstory posts will net you one PP! Regardless, get your bearings in the city, interact a bit, and then we'll have something to draw you guys together. Pick your milestones and let's kick shell! CURRENT PP, XP, STRESS, TRAUMA, COMPLICATIONS Renet - 1 PP, 2 XP Usagi - 1 PP, 1 XP Hatsuji - 1 PP, 1 XP Feng - 2 PP, 3 XP Trickster - 2 PP, 2 XP Buffalo - 1 PP, 1 XP Alley Thug - d8 Intimidated Complication Harbor Thugs - 6d6 Mob Frank - Pinned To Shipping Container Complication d10, Awe-Struck Complication d10 Highway Robber 1 - UNCONCIOUS Highway Robber A - d10 Physical Stress CURRENT STORY MILESTONE New York's Finest 1 XP when you protect the city in some way. 3 XP when you either go to great risk to save a civilian or landmark, or choose to ignore it to your benefit. 10 XP when the city no longer needs her protectors. John Dyne fucked around with this message at 17:21 on Aug 4, 2015 |
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Coney Island, New York City. April 21st, 1992. 9:35 AM to 10:00 AM Renet's efforts to disguise Miyamoto are somewhat helpful, although her own costume of a blue jumpsuit and a cape draws as much attention as his tightly drawn trenchcoat. The young woman receives the usual array of catcalls and whistles as she and the samurai rabbit wander Coney Island, trying to make their way to Union Station; Renet's time scepter (another item that seems to be drawing attention from the citizens of New York) bleeps and bloops ominously, indicating that she is heading in the right direction at the right pace to come face to face with the event she needs to have Usagi come face to face with. At the very least she can keep the lop-eared samurai entertained with her tales of time travel. Who doesn't love time travel? Miyamoto is clueless, as well, and he notices the strange glares he is receiving from some of the women on the street. However, the rabbit ronin's superior hearing causes his ears to twitch, and his attention is drawn down one of the many alleys intersecting throughout the Isle of Cone; far down the alley he spots a struggle in the darkness granted by the shade of the buildings at the low hour of the morning. A woman struggles violently against an attacker whose hand is over her mouth, and only for her biting his hand was Usagi able to hear her brief cry. Renet seems to have not heard, as she continues at her pace, gabbing incessantly. Another glance does the alley and Usagi watches as the man's fist connects with the woman's nose, stifling her cries. Around him, the sea of people continue to move, no one paying the alley any mind. Scene Distinctions: No One Cares in New York Littered with Garbage Trash Can Alley New York Harbor, New York City. April 21st, 1992. 9:50 to 10:00 AM The two eastern mutants find that, mercifully, the deck of the ship is empty; a moment of scouting around finds that the ship itself seems to have been mostly deserted for some time now, bringing in to question how long it had been since the ship had docked. As the two begin to cautiously make their way to find some sort of disguise, either on or off the ship, they hear the sound of voices approaching up the stairs at the side of the ship. "Quit yer worryin', Ed. They were paid not ta ask questions, and get off the ship the fuckin' minute they docked. Whole dock's been cleared fer hours, man. We can get the shipment and get it to the Foot and we're good as gold?" "B-but Frank, what about them monsters? The ones we was warned about?" From behind one of the shipping crates, Feng and Hitsuji watch as a handful of thuggish looking men climb aboard the ship, mostly unarmed but a few carrying cattle prods; Feng recognizes them from his time in the labs, and Hitsuji knows of them simply from the tales of horror his people had told him of how humanity handles sheep. During a moment of silence, the two think think they hear movement from inside the shipping crate near them. "Aw, shut up about them monsters. I hear that, even if they WAS real, they was takin' care of." "Y-yeah, but.." "Don't give me no buts, Ed! Just get that fuckin' container open! We gotta check the goods." Ed, a weaselly looking man with thick framed glasses gives Frank, a tall, muscular man with a leather vest bearing a stylized red foot on the breast, a look of terror and disgust. He heads to one of the shipping containers, still in sight of the two mutants, and carefully undoes the massive lock on it with practiced ease. He steps away, jumping as the lock hits the ship, and the gathered men laugh at him. Frank motions for them to open the container, and the door to the container slowly swings open. Inside the container there are what looks like several asian families, thin and disheveled from their trip from the east. Both Feng and Hitsuji can tell that some of the passengers did not survive the trip, and they watch as one of the men storms in, shocking a frail looking man with his prod. He screams at them in Mandarin, shoving the man forward and causing him to trip on his own feet, falling flat onto his face. Frank laughs, motioning to other containers. "Get the rest of them opened up and let's get these idiots out of here!" Scene Distinctions: Shipping Container Towers Hudson River The Poor, Huddled Masses George Washington Bridge, Manhattan Side, New York City. April 21st, 9:55 AM to 10:00 AM When Trickster slides into the backseat, and no one moves into the front seat, the car behind him lays into his horn even harder. The coyote recognizes the litany the angry driver behind him screams out; it's been his theme song for a better part of his life, as everyone seems to sing it when he's around. He can't help but feel tickled by it. They weren't moving any time soon, anyways, so he figured he had a bit of time to enjoy the air conditioning in the back of the SUV. After a minute or two passes, the two western mutants spy a group of people picking their way through the cars, stopping at each driver side window. There's about twelve of them total going through the six lanes of traffic, and as they draw nearer, Buffalo can tell that they're armed, and he quickly realizes they're shaking down the traffic and taking advantage of the people trapped in their vehicles. From this distance Trickster can tell they're mostly armed with knives and small pistols. Three cars ahead of them, one of them smashes in the car's driver side window, reaching in and yanking the poor driver out and cracking him in the face with the butt of a pistol. The injured man hands over his wallet, shrinking down in his seat. The approaching men all wear purple masks with grey screens over their eyes to hide their identity, and street clothes underneath; the foreheads are emblazoned with a stylized red foot. They look patently ridiculous, but they are slowly drawing towards Trickster's SUV. Scene Distinctions: Hudson River Lots of Cars Glove Box and Trunk Space Everyone take 1 XP, and pick your milestones before your next post! You can pick two.
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I'm assuming you're the more modestly dressed IDW Renet Tilley from your app and not Swimsuit 'I'm 80's as gently caress' McBackpain.
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I didn't forget about you guys! I got sick and had no internet for a day or two there, but we're back on track! Remember, the current actor picks the next actor in the scene! Spending the opportunities to add a d4 and step it up to d8 for 1 PP for Feng. New York Harbor, New York City. April 21st, 1992. 10:00 AM Doom Pool: 2d6, 1d8 The loud landing of the mutant pheasant draws the attention of the thugs down below, who gape in shock at the majestic, anthropomorphic creature perched on top of the shipping containers. For a moment, the shimmering feathers and the fact it's a human sized bird throws the men off, until Frank steps forward, sneering and pulling a machine pistol from the waistband at his back. "It's one of them fuckin' muties the Foot were talkin' about! Don't just stand there, there's a price on their heads!" Frank raises the gun and opens fire on the pheasant above, while the thugs scramble to draw their own guns. Hitsuji, mercifully, has yet to be seen, and Ed, the smart looking one, scrambles into the container to seek cover. Frank shoots the bird: 1d10+1d8+2d6+1d4 19 Machine Pistol d10 Combat Expert d8 Team d6 Doom Die d6 Shipping Container Towers d4 + 1d6 to doom pool D8 effect die, 7+5 for 12. Feng gains 1 XP. I nominate Hitsuji to go next. Coney Island, New York City. April 21st, 1992. 10:00 AM Doom Dice: 2d6 The robber pauses as he hears a voice, turning his head to see the short figure in a trench coat reaching down to draw some kind of weapon. He turns, raising his own switchblade and sneering. "Whatcha gonna do about it, short stu-" His voice catches in his throat as he realizes he has a switchblade to the ronin's katana. The man looks shaken suddenly, but he keeps the blade raised. "Look, I don't care what anime convention you just got out of, but I t-t-think ya might be gettin' in a little deep here, kid." In the moment of distraction, the woman breaks away from him and sprints full tilt down the alley away from both men; he turns to start after her, but curses when he realizes she's gotten away. He turns back on Usagi, anger on his face. "Man, gently caress you! That was my initiation and you ruined it!" He yells out in anger, clumsily charging and swinging the switchblade at Miyamoto. Thug Resists Intimidation: 3d8+1d6 16 8+4, d8 effect die. He either takes d8 emotional stress or a d8 intimidated complication at Usagi's choice; stress puts him closer to being knocked out, but a complication can be used against him to make battle easier. Switchblade d8 No One Cares in New York d8 Menace Expert d8 Solo d6 Thug Attacking Usagi: 3d8+1d6 19 6+8, d8 effect die. Switchblade d8 No One Cares in New York d8 Menace Expert d8 Solo d6 I pick Renet to go next.[/I] George Washington Bridge, Manhattan Side, New York City. April 21st, 10:00 AM The Foot do not notice M. Buffalo, as Trickster makes himself a very large and obvious target. The two men start when they see the walking, talking coyote man striding towards them and chastising them about how to rob people. They glance at each other, keeping their guns leveled on the coyote, keeping a car between them and the mutant. Their voices are slightly muffled by their masks. "What the hell are you?" "They didn't say nothin' about no coyote. Just a buncha turtles. Y'think he's with them?" "Well.. he ain't attacked us yet. The turtles woulda jumped us." "Yeah, but.. " "And hey, he's givin' us advice, ain't he?" "Look, I ain't fuckin' with no mutant ninja coyote, man." "Right, so maybe he ain't against us?" "Don't be such a fuckin' optimist, man. Y'remember that idiot with the hockey mask?" "Yeah but this guy's comin' from Jersey. Nothin' GOOD comes from Jersey." One of the two laughs at this comment, but the other remains serious; Trickster can tell the man is rolling his eyes, because he's seen enough people do it to his own jokes. So far they seem more engrossed in arguing about who and what he is than shooting him. Since this is currently still just roleplaying, either of you can act, until it becomes an actual action. John Dyne fucked around with this message at 00:18 on Aug 11, 2015 |
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Alright, I'll note it in the OP. Also, linking this again for the live thread: http://nerdnyc.com/tmp/marvel/Hero-Cheat-Sheet.pdf That PDF will help you with your rolls and what you can do every turn. http://nerdnyc.com/tmp/marvel/Watcher-Cheat-Sheet.pdf This one explains some of the terminology but otherwise has the same info, but not as compact.
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Yep, XP totals are staying updated in the OP. Werix, Buffalo has KO'd one guy and the other is at d10 stress; if you want, you can make yours an actual attack and hopefully step up the stress die twice and KO him. Just need Blockhouse to react to the thug attacking him and possibly counter-attack; if he does, it's likely Renet KO's the poor fucker. Gonna post for the thugs in Epi/TBN's part soon so we can move everyone along.
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Since Usagi is the only one who I can pick to act next for his scene, I'll go ahead and use his d10 effect die as a counter attack, effectively beating the thug. Also I had service calls and didn't notice I got a post from Block so oops.  Coney Island, New York City. April 21st, 1992. 10:05 AM With Renet distracting the thug and catching him in the teeth with her time scepter, Usagi finds it simple to simple jab the handle of his blade into the man's solar plexis, putting him out like a light and sending him crumpling to the ground like a bag of sand. His jacket falls open as he hits the ground, showing he has a rather ornate looking black envelope tucked into the waistband of his pants. From the angle he's at, Usagi recognizes the symbol of the Foot clan stamped on the envelope with red wax. At the same time, Renet hears the man's cell-phone buzzing; there is only a few buzzes before it stops, so it's likely to just be a text message. George Washington Bridge, Manhattan Side, New York City. April 21st, 10:05 AM Thanks to Trickster distracting them, it is all too easy for Buffalo to sneak up behind the two thieves and crack their heads together. making a sound not too much unlike coconuts being rapped together. One of the two simply collapses when Buffalo releases him, but the other scrambles away, looking at him with dazed horror. Before the mook can raise his gun, however, Trickster sticks his foot out and trips the man, causing him to fall backwards and crack his head on the spare tire inside the trunk of the car the coyote had opened. To add insult to injury, Trickster slams the trunk down, knocking the wind out of the thief and ensuring he is completely incapacitated. As the man slumps out of the trunk, a black envelope with a red, wax footprint on the front falls from his pocket. Buffalo, due to his underworld work, recognizes it as the symbol of a local crime organization known as the Foot; they typically recruit wayward youths to train them out in the streets. Same roll for both guys. D6 Buddy D4 Lots of Cars + D6 doom die D6 Doom Die Thug Resisting Head Smash: 2d6+1d4 11 3+3, d6 effect die, steps up physical stress caused by two, pushing d10 past a d12 and knocking him out Thug Resisting Head Crack: 2d6+1d4 11 2+4, d6 effect dice, steps up d6 physical stress twice to be a d10. New York Harbor, New York City. April 21st, 1992. 10:02 AM Feng's acrobatics draw the eyes of both Frank and the thugs, and the leader's shots go wide as his bullets spray into the air and ping off of the side of the shipping container. It's distraction enough for Hitsuji to duck out momentarily and take aim with his bow, pinning the man's arm to the container behind him and knocking his gun from his hands. Frank blinks stupidly, trying to make sense of what's happened, and the men behind him hesitate, trying to decide how best to handle this. One of them starts firing wildly towards Feng, yelling at the others to kill the mutie, and the other gang members open fire as well, putting Feng once again on the defensive. Feng is next. Dock Thugs shooting Feng: 7d6 29 6 + 6 and a d6 effect die. There is an opportunity here; you can spend a PP and create a resource, or step up a push, asset, or stunt die, if you choose to create one. John Dyne fucked around with this message at 00:19 on Aug 11, 2015 |
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Right, Buffalo, Usagi, Renet, and Trickster get 1 XP. Thanks for reminding me!
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You add a d6 for each opponent you are trying to hit, and then keep an extra effect die. So to hit the six thugs you would add 6d6 to the roll, and keep an extra 6 effect die; each attack that steps up to d8 would knock out one mook.
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New York Harbor, New York City. April 21st, 1992. 10:05 AM The thugs fire helplessly at the sparkling, flying mutant, unable to aim due to the dazzling sheen of his wings. He flips around, slamming full bore, shoulder first into the side of the shipping containers, and with a slow, ponderous groan that picks up tremendous speed, the container tower tips over, sending the thugs running. It strikes the ground with a sound like an explosion, and the force of the impact blows the metal top upwards, sending out a spray of cardboard boxes filled with towels. The thugs are, almost in unison, bowled over by the tidal wave of Bed, Bath, and Beyond offal, and the few who aren't continue running, refusing to fight anything that could knock over a shipping container. Peering nervously out from the container he hid in, Ed finds himself at arrow point from the ramurai, and Frank just stays slumped against the container, a look of utter contempt on his face. "Fuckin' ninja mutants. How many of you ARE there? Once the Shredder finds out about you morons, your days are numbered!" He grins, scrabbling his feet under him to stand up, reaching to try to pull the arrow free. He seems to be having trouble with it. Sorry for the wait. We're back on target. Everyone take 2 XP. Just need Werix and Blockhouse to post, and we can move the story along; your fights are over and you've got to move and/or find a place to talk to your bad guys. Inkspot and Werix have two thugs and a letter, ARB and Blockhouse have a letter, and TBN and Epicurius have two thugs! Hooay for leads! Consider this a transition scene. John Dyne fucked around with this message at 18:22 on Aug 20, 2015 |
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Lost access to my dropbox with my notes and had to go through a bunch of poo poo to get it back since it was an email I no longer have. YAY New York Harbor One of the men from within the crate, looking more busted up than the others, steps forward with an almost palpable air of nobility. He speaks in a dialect of Cantonese that Feng is able to understand, and his voice is soft; initially, he does not make eye contact with Feng. "(We were not offered passage, my friend; we were picked up off the street by the very miscreants of society that you have saved us from. Those of us who tried to fight back..") He trails off, raising his jaw and looking the birdman square in the eyes. "(You can see our reward for insubordination. We were to join their ranks, or our families would suffer. We were to suffer their experiments, or they would perform them on our families in our stead.)" "(But I believe that to be a lie. We will seek refuge within Chinatown, stranger; many of us have family there, and there is a consulate that will not ask many questions of the Foot and will see that we make it home. We thank you, and wish you the best on your journey. If you are to face against the Shredder of New York, you will need it.") He bows, giving a wan smile, before helping the others get to their feet. While the refugees begin to leave the boat, Hitsuji turns his attention back to Frank and Ed. When questioned, Frank stubbornly grins, giving the sheep only a string of expletives. Ed, however, does not seem keen on trying to ramurai's wrath. "Uh, excuse me, sheep guy? Hi, Edward Shanks, uh, I'm freelance here and uh, I didn't quite uh, sign up for this kinda thing..." He trails off, nervously glancing at the furious face of Edward before continuing. "The Shredder is uh, the head of one of the biggest uh, crime syndicates here in New York." He adjusts his glasses, clearly fidgeting. "He's got a uh, problem, I guess, with.. well.. with creatures like you." He gives an awkward smile and continues, speeding up his chattering. "But uh they're turtles see and you're a uh sheep so not really like you like you but uh similar? And he wanted to make his own." He pauses, looking between Hitsuji and Feng. "And that's why we had these, uh, people. For us to make into mutants." The Bridge Scooping up their captives, Buffalo and Trickster quickly pick their way through the traffic jam, drawing a few cheers for various sports teams that use their forms as mascots. After several minutes they end up on solid ground, and duck down a side street where they can get some privacy. After Buffalo dumps the two robbers into a pile of trash, Trickster tears open the letter out of a sense of curiosity and the possibility for mischief making.  While the symbol is unfamiliar to him, he recognizes a recruitment letter when he sees one. He turns the paper this way and that, before holding it up to the sun and revealing a watermark at the bottom, with an address. Clever, but not clever enough for a god of tricks; he figures that someone succeeding in their task would've gotten a similar letter with some cryptic bullshit about looking to the light to find the initiation site. But hey, the Foot liked to use the same paper for everything, so bully for them. Behind him, the two foot hopefuls groan and stir as they awaken from their sudden nap. The Alley Miyamoto, as well, opens the letter, but he recognizes the symbol all too well; it is the personal emblem of a Shredder within the Foot. ed: Not sure if Miyamoto can read english, but I'll assume Renet reads it to him. The contents of the letter bother him; it is most definitely a recruitment drive, and the man at their feet had been a hopeful for the criminal syndicate. Renet reads the text message, squinting at the tiny, tiny screen. It's apparently someone named 'Jayrod' complaining about a bald man getting upset about the phone owner's continued absence. 'u better hurry up or hes gonna kick ur rear end when you get in lol'
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