[umraefein]

"I'd... love to be able to tell you who I am, or where I come from, but all I know is that I am a mage, with this real neat trick where I can turn into a serpiente emplumada. As for the rest... I couldn't tell you, even if I wanted to."

[RHat]

"Seriously?  'Draco the Drake'?  That's awesome."

[Chrona]

"Ah a Drake. I see."
Three Star said no more, thinking about how much Aztechnology might pay for him.

[umraefein]

Ignazio shuffles almost nervously, his previously cool demeanor punctured for a moment by all the attention.

"I didn't pick the name. My... friend, Slither, picked it out for me after I sorta... forgot."

[spoiler]You guys probably have some inkling of who this guy is... Bad Rep for allegedly blowing up a lot of people.[/spoiler]

[RHat]

"Hey, handle's a handle.  Piece of advice, though - don't be too hasty to advertise to others that you're a Drake.  Could call some things down on you that you don't want."  Jimmy was taking pains to be amiable on the subject - the drake-mage did seem amateurish, but he was still shaping up to be the team's magic, which bought him some tolerance.  "Anyone seen someone who looks like a tech head or grease monkey yet?"

[Chrona]

"We'll there is the socially awkward looking twitchy guy who walked in while we were talking, but I don't want to  judge a book by its cover."

[Retrokinesis]

Richter nods at Diego and Jimmy. "Good enough for me". He turns in his chair and raises a glass towards Tink, "Hey, leprechaun! Get over here!"

[odd]

Tink looks around for someone dressed in all green and not seeing anyone goes back to trying to get the bartenders help.

[Retrokinesis]

The bartender, a young human man, pointedly ignores Tink and continues polishing glasses with a rag. He ducks behind the bar pretty quickly, though, when the door slams open. Three men in Knight Errant uniforms, sidearms drawn, step through and put their backs to each other. "NOBODY MOVE, THIS IS A RAID! PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR; WE ARE AUTHORIZED TO USE LETHAL FORCE!"

What do you do?

[umraefein]

Ignazio keeps his hands visible and elevated, and tries to look cool. He doesn't want any trouble, especially when his spells are down. He keeps an eye on Marduk, as this guy seems to be a lose cannon. "What can we do for you officers? Nobody here wants any trouble..."

While the guys are talking to him, Ignazio attempts to restore at least some of his efficiency by restoring his reflexes.

[spoiler]Increase Reflexes Force 3: 12d6.hits(5)=6
Drain 3: 8d6.hits(5)=1
Damage taken total: 5 P[/spoiler]

[odd]

Tink puts his hands up and tries to remember if he brought his "credentials"

[Chrona]

Raising his hands and not making direct eye contact with the officers, as can be worrying to the cops with spellcasters around, his tone is suddenly much more even and soft. "How can we help you officers? Has someone committed a crime?"

[RHat]

"Lethal force seems a bit excessive...  I mean, I can only imagine the amount of datawork that would cause.  I'm sure we can save you fine gentlemen that particular headache, isn't that right everyone?". Jimmy put his hands over his head, but was addressing everyone in the bar as he spoke, trying to discourage anyone from starting anything.

[spoiler]Leadership to keep things from escalating. (19d6.hits(5)=6)[/spoiler]

[Retrokinesis]

The center officer walks halfway over to the table everyone is sitting at and stops. The others don't lower their guns. "I'm sure you can. Now, we've received a tip that some wanted felons would be meeting here. And lo and behold, we show up and find a group of rather suspicious individuals that are no doubt conspiring to commit horrendous crimes against the honest people of Seattle".

He puts a finger up to his chin and sweeps his Colt Manhunter across the group. "Any of you fine 'gentlemen' willing to point-out which ones we're looking for? Because if we have to do this the hard way, you're ALL coming in..."

[RHat]

Waving his gun around like that in a room full of people?  Completely unprofessional, not at all in accordance with the appearance KE tries to maintain.  Besides, there's nothing outwardly suspicious about us...  Something doesn't sit right here.

"As I'm sure you can understand, my answer deopends on your answer to three questions.  First, can you tell me who it is you're looking for?  Second, may I see some identification?  Third, will you please put the guns away. They're making me nervous, and seeing as noone here is acting in a fashion that endangers yourselves or the public, they're also completely unneccesary.  After all, the last thing we need is someone getting hurt by a misfire."  While he was speaking, trying to deescalate the situation, Jimmy took a read on the lead of the raid.

[Spoiler]Ettiquette, Judge Intentions (19d6.hits(5), 11d6.hits(5)=[4, 5, 4, 4, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 1, 6, 6, 1, 6, 4, 5, 3, 3], [4, 1, 3, 5, 3, 5, 4, 1, 5, 6, 1])
Edge spent to reroll dice from Etiquette test (14d6.hits(5)=8)
13 hits Etiquette, 4 hits Judge Intentions
[/spoiler]