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« on: <03-21-14/1306:57> »
March 22, 2075, Seattle, UCAS.

While the world' adjusts to the events of the early 2075, the exile of the great dragon, Hestaby, and the implementation or return of the old matrix system, a portion of the Seattle metroplex remained still....that is until tonight.  Roughly 5 years ago, a group of runners were hired by a troll fixer named, Darius St. George to retrieve and find a rare musical 'CD' that was rumored to contain a lost session recorded by the elven musician, Jet Black. 

No one is sure whatever happened to the missing CD, other then it might have come into contact with Darius, or a mid-level exec from Horizon named Ari Tarkasian.  The lost songs were never placed on the market, thus the fortune was yet to be made.  This is the second part of this story, and a "what if" scenario of the sixth world....


All of you are in your respected dossiers/safe houses when you are contacted by respected contacts....

@Wilder -- <<Wilder,

You know who this is.  I have a job proposition for you, one that will pay for your rent this month and more.  If you're interested meet in front of the Daisy Chain bar in the Tarislar neighborhood in Puyllup, tonight, 2200.  I will require 15% of the job take for helping  you find this job of course.  Standard fee going forward. 

--Daddy>>


@Blurr Voicemail --

"Adam, how have you been?  This is Angela  *slight pause, then a deep sigh*  A friend of Adam's contacted me, looking for YOU.  Don't ask who it is, because I won't tell you.  I assume they want to hire you, you Sinless jerk.....*another pause, this one longer*.  They gave an amount of at least over 10,000 for the job.  They want to meet you in front of the Daisy Chain bar in Pullyup tonight at 2200. 

I want a percentage.  I need the money James, that is the only reason I am letting you know about this."


@Red Queen --

<<Your majesty,  I have been chasing a nice pink bunny all through the forest, and when I finally caught up with it, the cutie jumped own a large rabbit hole.  There was a delicious smell of cakes and muffins from within. Full of yummies and goodies for us to eat!

The hole lead to Pullyup, Tarislar in front of the Daisy Chain.  2200!  Tonight!

Please share what you find!

Oh yes, there was a sign that said bring the "Laughing Bear" in order to serve the desert!

-Alice>> 



@Aki ---voice mail (your  fixer)

"Hehehe.  Heya toots.  This is the Weasel.  Heeee.  A friend of a friend, dropped this bizzzz in my lap.  I hear it's a piece of wetwork.  Heee.  Dasiy Chain.  Tarislar!!!  2200 tonight!!! heee.  and of course sharing is caring baby!

Heee."


A job is a job.  Rent is due, food is soy, and this might be a chance to spread some goodness into the world...and get paid for it. 
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« Reply #1 on: <03-21-14/1442:35> »
Elizebeth sighed a little looking at the message blinking in her dreamscape. She stannds from her bed, a gorguous gown dropping off her sholders fading into the data of the matrix. All around her where AOs, tp diguise the hideous thruth behind them. She moved over to a nearby bag, pulling out her cloths and a heavy crimson coat, soon pulling the getting dressed.

Well, she was ready. Glancing at her clock she figured she had time to make a new pet.

"Come to me Cheshire.." she said reaching out a hand, a wide grin starting to form in the matrix.

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« Reply #2 on: <03-21-14/1606:37> »
Adam was just finishing up giving his guns an oil and cleaning. When he noticed the voicemail. With all to familiar pang of guilt, tinged with annoyance. She still blames me. Hell I still blame me. But she could have given me some more details. [spoiler]http://orokos.com/roll/175903[/spoiler]

Mentally scrolling though his cheap com's contact list trying to figure out who might have called Angela. Screw it call Chuck, Adam ended up using voice commands when he was alone, some how more satisfying then controlling something with thought..
As he waited for Chuck to answer Adam loaded his APV and Streeline Special and holstered them both. And began trying to make a mental list of the stuff he should gather for an unknown job in the Barrens. I hate going in blind like this, hope chuck can at least tell me something about the bar.
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« Reply #3 on: <03-21-14/2015:07> »
message to weasel: wakarimashita weasel-san, end message and send.

Wetwork uh? i guess it will not hurt to hear the sales pitch...but killer for hire...shaking her head and looking at the capsule interior Clara wondered if she could lay down and think matters over, plenty had happened in the last few days and a few hours to sort matters was probably what she needed. No, here will not do, i can even hardly breath in this dingy space as it is

Looking at the blue commlink apparatus next to her, Clara thought it better to check the neighbourhood before calling a cab search news feeds: daisy chain, new search: Tarislar neighbourhood. display daisy chain surrounding area map, 500m zoom while waiting for the results, Clara grabbed her yellow tinted wraparound glasses and waited for the hits, the capsule dimmed the Redmond sounds, and the interiors of Comfy Cubicles where nothing but comfy Well at least they got half the description right... the cubicle part... thought Clara.
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« Reply #4 on: <03-22-14/1700:49> »
Broken glass and fried soychips crunched underfoot as Wilder skulked through the ruins of the Stuffer Shack, an Ingram Smartgun clutched in his chromed grip."Attention suspect: we have you surrounded," came the cold metallic voice of the Knight Errant drone outside. "Relinquish your weapon and come out with your hands up. Compliance is mandatory, and will be enforced."

Smirking faintly, Wilder rose up from his crouch and leveled his gun at the two white-painted steel lynxes prowling outside. "Here's your compliance, breeders." Before he could pull the trigger, however, he picked up the telltale hum of a machine gun winding up. A coruscation of light dazzled his vision, the weapon-mounted flashlights of the twin drones creating a kaleidoscope of colors to Wilder's excited perception. His chipped reflexes kicking into high gear, Wilder ran madly through the rows of snack cakes and krill bars as the drones released their payload, shredding the tattered remnants of the Stuffer Shack with another explosive barrage of hot lead.

Running to the cover of another row of shelves, the barrage came into contact with one with of the few windowpanes not yet shattered in the urban warzone. Wilder evaded the bullets, barely, but the scintillating shards of broken glass washed over his form. Tiny crystals peppered his cheeks, and every cut was an orgasm. The Ingram chattered in his hand, and the recoil felt like a shiatsu massage. The whine of machine gun fire built to a crescendo again, and Wilder shivered as the adrenaline ran through him like electricity. He was alive.

And then suddenly the row of snack cakes was gone, left only with a blurry smear of pixels. Caught in the open, the drones' second assault seemed destined to rip apart Wilder's fragile form, but instead passed through him impossibly, leaving gaping fractal patterns in the opposite wall that continued to literally chew the scenery, the bullet-riddled Stuffer Shack gradually degrading into chunky pixels before slipping into the void. Soon all that was left was the bare gray ceiling of Wilder's apartment, and the blinking green ARO notification of a missed commcall from Daddy Warbacks.

"How does that guy always know when to call just when the chip peaks?" Wilder sighed as he reviewed the message and clambered up from the bare mattress on the floor that served as his bed. He glanced over at the slumbering form of Marissa, taking a moment to admire the sight of her shapely, panty-clad human backside. "Have to go, dear heart. Those adrenaline chips you scored were good shit, but it looks like I'm partaking in the real thing tonight. When I get paid, we need to pick up some orgy chips and party. Maybe some mood beetles, hmm?" Whether Marissa was sleeping or in the throes of a chip herself, Wilder wasn't sure. He was never quite sure, in fact, but saw no reason to disturb her.

He took a moment to adjust his messy hair in the dingy mirror of their apartment before pulling on his armored jacket, the padded shoulders and stiff material helping to obscure his chrome a bit and also add a bit of intimidating bulk to his rather slim (for an ork) frame. He strapped on his real Ingram Smartgun, put his shades in his front pocket, and grabbed his helmet on the way out.

He'd rather spend all day in bed, who wouldn't? But he had debts to pay and ecstasy in chip form didn't pay for itself.
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« Reply #5 on: <03-22-14/2337:41> »
After compiling the cat...
<<Bear, we've a job to do. Meet me at the Daisy chain at twenty two hundred hours.>> she messengers, before she starts moving to register Cheshire Cat 1
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« Reply #6 on: <03-23-14/1815:17> »
@Red Queen-

[spoiler] Sprite resistance - 6,6,3,4,2,1 = 3 net hits!  I believe you must now resist 4 fade.  Res + Willpower + anything else your character has.[/spoiler]

The Cheshire Cat gives a long yawn just after the initial smile.  There are eyes that suddenly appear along with smile. 

<<No more lounging around I suppose.  The world awaits us my queen, an idle mind is a devil's playground.>>

Within the matrix, the Cheshire cat slowly begins to form, floating on a small cloud just above your head.  In a relaxed position it floats above your icon flexing his cheek muscles by smiling and then frowning.  Smiling and then frowning.

@Blurr, via an email.

<<Hey buddy, heading to the Daisy Chain tonight?  Interesting choice for a meet.  Here is what I know, first it is in the heart of Tarislar, Elven territory.  The bar has a gothic club theme to it and is a elysium between the Ancient and the Laesa.  Both groups have a mutual understanding at the Daisy Chain, no monkey business, keep things professional, and cool.  And if any yaboo decides to start trouble, both sides will keep the peace and enforce the law.

Hope you like dealing with pointy ear elves chummer.  You're going to be surrounded by them.>>


@Aka - An image zooms of the Daisy Chain located at SE 400 St and 196th Ave SE in Puyallup.  A swarm of go-gangers drive by the bar just as you begin to zoom in. 

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[This happens between the hours of 2130 and 2200 in front of the Daisy Chain bar and lounge.]]

2130-2200, Tarislar, Puyallup, Seattle, UCAS.

The Puyallup section of Seattle has seen a large renovation since the 50s.  Once known as one step up from Redmond, the district had been revitalized by various races, corporations, and nations placing their immigrant population in the area.  If you're a non-Elf, the moment you step into Tarislar, you def have a feeling that you are not welcome. 

Tarislar is an area of Seattle that is heavily populated by elves who have moved from the Tir.  Homes that were once vacant and abandoned have now turned into mini-apartment complexes.  There were actual parks and small forests area in between pockets of buildings with trees that seem in the process of budding their leaves.  There is a feeling of magic supporting these trees, as perhaps the imbuned elves of the area had been using their abilities to enhance the area. 

The Daisy Chain is located on the corner of SE 400 st and 196th Ave SE.  The block the bar is located at has architecture of the old Tir Tairngire.  Monolthic mini-castles, large parks, that is until you reach the corner where the bar was.  At the major intersection, there was the bar in the SE side, a stuffer shack in the NE corner, a fine coffee shop NW, and on the SW corner a wrought iron fence which served as a gate into another dense area of trees, bushes, and plush park like beauty. 

Parked in front of the stuffer shack are three elves on gothic make up, leaning against and talking around a red Hyundai Shin-Hyung, eating nuked food that they purchased from the shack.  They look to be about college age.  They are speaking in English and checking their commlinks every other minute like it is a bad habit.

The ARO display of the Daisy Chain sprouts a wilted large mammoth oak tree from the worlds of fantasy.  It bears no leaves nor fruit, and is black and decayed in the body.  There are crows perched on It's branches.  The ARO display has a sign in crooked spray paint saying "the Daisy Chain"  From within you can hear a mellow depressing song being sung by a male elf voice.  The front of the bar has three elves dressed in suits, long braided hair.  They have the movements of those who are heavily chromed with some type or combination of enhancements. 

All of you receive a correction text from your various contacts..

<<The Johnson stated to meet in front of the wrought iron fence on the SW corner of the Daisy Chain intersection.  They also slotted us 500 nuyen to pass along to you for showing up at the meeting.>>

[[Aka, Wilder, Red Queen, and Blurr each receive 500 nuyen when you enter Tarislar]]

Leaning against the wrought iron fence about a quarter block away from the entrance of park, there is an elf with bronze skin and a black nano tattoo of a knight chess piece starting on the arch of his right eyebrow and going down to the bridge of his jaw.  The elf is tall and slim for his race, standing roughly 6'1 or 1.85 meters.  The tattoo is glowing various neon colors.  He is wearing a black and purple lined coat and has his black hair pulled up in a pony-tail. 

Resting her head against his chest, there a female elf with long brown hair, a pink mini-skirt, and a leather jacket with a crooked A painted on the back.  She is standing on his left side, with her hand placed around his heart, tracing various images across his chest. 

The smug elf looks up at each of you as you arrive, and then brushes you off by looking up and tilting his neck, "Pshhh." is his expression each time.
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« Reply #7 on: <03-23-14/1856:14> »
[spoiler]Resit 4 fade from compiling Cat: 13d6t5 4

Registering Cat Roll: 18d6o6h5 2
Dang it.. ><. Figures the roll I used to test to make sure I got it right rolled really well. http://orokos.com/roll/176335 And confirming I got the command right.. I roll really bad. Well, here's hoping the cat fails on his defense check. ><
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<<Bear, we have a job to do.. and I'm afraid Cheshire is being a bit of a napper this time around.>>
she quickly sends a message to Bear as she beings her six hours of registering cheshire before the mission started. She hasn't the slightest clue why she decompiled them before, though she remembers Caterpillar saying something about the rules of wonderland or some silly such nonsense.

Overall though, she's not impressed with her work, not one bit, and the kids across the way having a rocking dubstep concert wasn't helping much either. She'll be heading to Daisy chain soon, but she doesn't like to go without at least one of her entourage.
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« Reply #8 on: <03-23-14/2045:20> »
Thanks Chuck, I owe you a mojito. Adam pulls out his disguise kit and sets it up the various makeups, wigs, fake piercings and simple prosthetic on the kitchen table. Now if I were a goth elf wannabie what would I wear. He sets his jumpsuit to a of the shelf black and red design. Opts for a wig of red and black dreadlocks. Some fingerless gloves over Demi-plast knuckles, combat boots and a spiked collar and he's starting to look a little less like he'd standout in a dark club. Dropping a flashpak in his back pocket, he clips a small mic to the inside of the jumpsuit. After a some thought grabs his gas mask and hangs it from his belt. Isn't too often I can just pass this off as a fashion accessory. A little goth eye-make to finish the ensemble. [spoiler]http://orokos.com/roll/176350[/spoiler] It was sloppy but at least he didn't look like an ex soldier anymore.
After throwing a few things in a backpack, [spoiler]Telescoping Staff, MTC Fly-spy drone, Lock pick set, Tear gas Grenade, Detonator cap x2, 4kg of commercial explosives, Plastic restraints x10  [/spoiler] he grabbed his helmet, hopped on his bike and headed out.
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« Reply #9 on: <03-23-14/2228:56> »
Responding to Ms. Liddle's message, Dr. Greyhaven replies, "'We, Kitten? 'We' who?. And what's this 'job' you're trying to rope me into, dear? Is one of your shadowy friends leaking from holes they weren't born with, again? I make it a point to learn what I'm getting into before I go running out to make a house-call, especially in that neighborhood."

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« Reply #10 on: <03-24-14/0809:11> »
Good afternoon 'ma'am, please state your destination chirped the  electronic dogbrain in the red GridCab, it was one of the few companies operating in this part of Redmond, and the fastest one to respond to Clara's request.

Clara dropped the jacket with some of her possessions next to her seat in the back of the Opel Luna GridCab, the remaining stuff was stored in a Bus terminal in the outskirts of Redmond bordering Renton.

[spoiler]Armor Clothing; flash pak; commlink; glasses; ear buds; stimpatch[/spoiler]

I´ll upload the destination Clara said while fumbling with the commlink There we go she said after 20 seconds Thank you for choosing gridCab, please enjoy your trip Chirped the cab's DogBrain voice synthesizer

She look at the reflection on the cab's window, a small frayed black leather jacked with a dark shirt underneath, blue jeans (somewhat worn out by age)  and a pair of brown snickers, all good and plain to draw the least attention possible, the orange plain cloth choker and the yellow tinted wraparound glasses where probably the most conspicuous pieces of the attire, but the first hid the subvocal microphone and the second was almost a necessity nowadays. the trip took long enough through the Seattle neighbourhoods, checking on her map how close by they where and noticing they where just 3 blocks away Clara focused her attention on the view ahead and murmuring softly she entoned:

Acção e reacção
Rapidez e intuição
faz da minha vontade a tua acção
guia célere a minha mão


[spoiler] spell casting throw http://orokos.com/roll/176437 ; drain throw http://orokos.com/roll/176438 ; agility increase of +4 and sustaining it at null disadvantage[/spoiler]

Feeling the familiar tingle of the mana rushing through her, Clara gingerly flexed her hands that was easy, never go unprepared into a possible hostile area, Tanaka sensei was always correct in that assessment... thought Clara only to be interrupted by the synth voice I did not understood your request ma'am, could you repeat again?, Nevermind Cab-san, stop the car one block away, the next intersection up ahead should be good

Removing the credstick from the slot and frowning at the expense Clara just nodded and said flatly thank you Cab-san , our pleasure ma'am, Thank you for choosing Gridcab chirped the synth voice over the dashboard. Slamming the door shut and looking at the map display in her glasses Clara started strolling down the street towards the destination Well, at least is a step up from most places in Redmond, looking around to check if anything out of the ordinary was happening Clara quickly made it to the rendezvous spot.

[spoiler] perception+intuition w/ +2 mod throw http://orokos.com/roll/176518 2 hits Vs threshold 3[/spoiler]

watching the two elfs and their initial reaction as Clara approached, she closed the gap and looked them in the eye and said Are you waiting for someone Elf-San?
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« Reply #11 on: <03-24-14/1216:34> »
Elizabeth frowns at the message.

<<You were requested for the tea party, refusal is not an option.>> She quickly responds back. Like the story, Elizabeth was still a bit forceful with things. <<Unless you've become so wealthy you can provide everything for your children. If you wish information, look for it.>>
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« Reply #12 on: <03-24-14/1356:28> »
Wilder hopped on his bike and started it up. His Gridguide was always off by default, and within moments he peeled away from the curb outside his apartment and was zig-zagging through the streets at what he considered a leisurely, only slightly illegal pace. While threading a path through the commuting wageslaves and slower bikers, he sent a mental command to the commlink humming away in his left hand. Wilder didn't know much about the Daisy Chain, and didn't care to. He simply pulled up its location on the Matrix, set some directions in a simple HUD in the corner of his vision, and took his sweet time getting there.

When he received Daddy Warbuck's message en route, Wilder smirked a little to himself and sent a message back through his DNI. Getting paid just for showing up? Pretty sweet deal, Mr. Warbucks. And don't worry, I'm headed there now.

Once he got closer to the location for the meet, however, he realized he was pretty unlikely to fit in. Luckily, with his jacket, chrome and nondescript black helmet obscuring his features, it was possible a passerby could mistake him for a human or perhaps a particularly bulky elf. Wilder, in a remarkable display of restraint, slowed down to something approaching the speed limit and did his best to blend in. Elves... Wilder thought to himself. This place is most likely Ancients territory. I'd better watch myself. Wilder couldn't remember if the Winged Axe ever tangled with the Ancients, and he sincerely doubted anybody would remember or recognize him from his old go-gang days, but he decided to keep a low profile nonetheless.

[spoiler]Etiquette roll with no hits, in case it becomes relevant: http://orokos.com/roll/176525[/spoiler]

Arriving a bit early for the meet, Wilder pulled up right next to the pair of elves. He didn't appreciate the guy's haugtiness, but... well, elves. That drek sort of came with the territory. Wilder studied the pair from behind the featureless black mirror of his helmet. Their dress was a little unusual, and they really didn't strike him as corporate types. Could they be gangers?

[spoiler]Perception roll, 2 hits, unless it's visual (then I should get 3 more dice): http://orokos.com/roll/176527
Making some knowledge rolls to see if Wilder knows these two from his less savory dealings, recognizes gang signs, anything like that:
Go-Gangs knowledge check, 1 hit: http://orokos.com/roll/176529
Drug Dealers knowledge check, 1 hit: http://orokos.com/roll/176530[/spoiler]
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« Reply #13 on: <03-24-14/2134:17> »
@Red Queen -- Within the matrix you extend a leash towards the Cheshire Cat, trying to bring the animal out of it's slothness.

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Register Resistance sprite level  times 2.  = 12 dice and 2 hits.  Just missed.  >_<.  Once again you must resist a fade of 4.
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At the last moment the pink cat leaps off the cloud and on the floor beside you.  The moment his paws touch the matrix floor, the floor turns into a field of grass.  And as the fat cat moves, each step he takes develops and forms another patch of grass like the Great Spirit in Princess Mononoke.

@Blurr -- Your disguise holds up as/if you enter Tarislar.  As long as you do not draw any attention to yourself and keep your eyes focused, no elves bother you the moment you enter the neighborhood. 

[spoiler]make an etiquette + charisma check [social][/spoiler]

@Wilder -- [spoiler]OOC - Chummer, I just realized you almost critically glitched on your etiquette test.  [/spoiler]

About two or three blocks away from the Daisy Chain, you come across a red light.  A trio of Suzuki Mirage motorcycles rides up behind you.  They are all wearing black bike suits with matching black helmets and visors like yourself.  When you stop in front of the wrought iron fence and SW corner you notice those same bikers have parked about half a block down from the Daisy Chain bar, and roughly about a block and a half away from your current position.  Their engines are still humming with the occasional rev and throttle in a parked position from one of the riders. 

You take a moment to study the Nano-tattoo elf and the pink skirt wearing female.

[spoiler]Sadly, you do fail on the intuition and perception test.  Visual enhancements do not help with this particular roll.  You do notice the female from one of the tense meetings between the Winged Axes and Ancients.  The crooked A on the back of her jacket is in fact the insignia of the Ancients Go-gang.  She has long black hair, and pale milky skin.  She was an attractive elf at the meeting you saw her in, but not the prettiest one there.  You see a female walk up to the pair.[/spoiler]

@Aka - The elf with the nano-tattoo of the horse chess piece matches your eyes.  The color of his pupils is a faint shade of green.  One of his hands rested on the waist of the female elf taking a moment to study him but seeing nothing out of place at the moment.  Underneath the purple and black lined coat is a fashionable dark blue vest over a red shirt.  He is wearing black leather pants and military combat boots of a light brown color. 

The female has a light smile on her face and her eyes closed as she continues to draw circles on his chest with the tip of her fingernail, which has been painted green with a large oak tree in the middle. 

The male elf looks rather annoyed when Clara approaches him,

"I am not waiting for anyone celenit," the elf spouts.  "Now back off human slitch, and stop invading my personal space, I feel dirty just having you stand near me."
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« Reply #14 on: <03-24-14/2218:32> »
She groans a little shaking her head. Darn cat, making things harder than it should be. She'll have to try later on the registering. For now she moves now towards the place, casting a veil on the cat to prevent GOD from coming down on the sprite.

[spoiler]http://orokos.com/roll/176602 force 2, using focused concentration to sustain it. fade vs drain on static veil: 13d6t5 5 [/spoiler]

With that done, she now finally heads to the place as quickly as she can. "here's hoping this goes well Cheshire."

[spoiler]Perception Perception limit 3: 10d6t5 4[/spoiler] She glances around, looking at things, and wondering if bear was going to be there.
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