Quhzk
Junior Member
Alex "Snitch" Putnam
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Post by Quhzk on May 17, 2018 15:14:00 GMT
Being caught up in the meeting, Alex had hardly noticed the array of foods before him and it was already time to start leaving. Thai ginger beef, English ginger snaps, Jamaican ginger beer, a ginger coconut curry and a couple other unidentied dishes sat before him. Trying to maximize both his dignity and the amount of food he can shovel into his face before leaving, he states "I'm good to go now if I can borrow a stun baton from your security, I've got the rest of my equipment with me."
The idea of showing his home to his new colleagues, especially his new employer had the security conscious Snitch wary and he would rather go ill-equipped than to lose the comfort of his safe-house. With a last chug of the spicy ginger beer, Alex stands up and pulls in his chair, showing an eagerness to go on a ride on the banshee.
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Post by Admin on May 17, 2018 15:43:22 GMT
~At the table~
Furnival smiles warmly - or what would be warmly in another circumstance - and stands.
Lord F: "Shall we go?"
~Hija's Glimpse into the Datastick~
Lemurian Artifact Experts
Herr Ausburg of Ausburg Auction House, London, England,
Markus Willoughby of the British Museum, Director of Department of Ancient Egypt and Sudan, London, England
Peter de Gaulle, Private Collector, Curator of Furnival Collection, Occleston, Middlewich, England
{attach 1:Letter of Reference from Lord William Furnival to Herr Ausberg, GEOTAG} {attach 2:Letter of Reference from Lord William Furnival to Markus Willoughby, GEOTAG} {attach 3:Letter of Reference from Lord William Furnival to Peter de Gaulle, GEOTAG}
Missing Relics
1) Metal Coated Ceramic Bowl, Lemurian, 5500 BCE
A 6" diameter bowl where the inside surface is coated with copper. The metal layer is a geometrically perfect parabola to within 25micrometers. There are various points on the outside where a silver alloy is visible through a hole in the ceramic, underneath the copper.
Authentications: University of Cambridge, Harvard University, University of California, Berkeley, Sotheby's, Ausburg House
{attach 1: micron res photos} {attach 2: graphic 3d model} {attach 3: voxel densiometry model}
2) Banded Ring, Lemurian, 5000 BCE
Ring made of three side by side layers of bronze, each a slightly different along. Internal and external markings, worn. Pre-hieorglphic pictograms for light and darkness. The ring was discovered on the finger of a Roman aristocrat in a grave in Northumbria in 1867. Roman inscription on stone near grave: "Evil eyes look away from me."
Authentications: University of Cambridge, Harvard University, Stanford, Sotheby's, Ausburg House
{attach 1: micron res photos} {attach 2: graphic 3d model} {attach 3: voxel densiometry model}
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Post by Deals with dragons on May 17, 2018 16:29:12 GMT
Needing some fresh air, Tag is all too happy to start walking out. Tag: "Yes, let's get started." Standing up, Tag is assulted by brief bout of dizziness which passes after a couple seconds. [Oh boy, I hope this subsides before we get in the air] She is out the door before anyone else has even reached for the handle. An amazing display of speed, if a bit awkward. Tag pushes her way through the crowd in the bar, just wanting to get some fresh air. Once outside, She puts back to the wall, thankfully it's smooth enough to not be uncomfortable. She takes a few deep breaths, which helps with her pain. While Tag waits for the others, she takes out her commlink and goes back to look at her Jackpoint post to see if anyone's responded.
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on May 18, 2018 9:54:06 GMT
Standing, having cleared her various plates without relying on wolfing them down at the very end of the meeting, Hija deactivated the table’s jammers though kept her noise generator on. She considered Snitch’s statement while walking over to the door that Tag had just rushed through.
Hija: “I will alter what I just said, There is equipment I would like for, ‘security’ reasons, but if someone were to go back and pick them up for me perhaps Snitch and I can get a head start on investigating the crime scene. if time is of the essence.”
Opening the door for the others the observant could see that the bulbous ring, that was absent from her finger during the meeting, had returned to her finger. As each member passed she relayed them the information on the various experts and the missing artefacts. She sent a further copy over to Tag’s commlink.
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Post by Admin on May 18, 2018 15:46:48 GMT
Everyone comes out of the restaurant into the damp night air. The blast of light pollution from the hulking skyline assures that no one sees the stars unless they do with AR and a constellation app.
The streets are considerably more crowded than when you went in. Across the street a large van is struggling to parallel park in a spot that just MIGHT fit into. One on looker is seeming to try to help, another shouts at the driver "What is this, 2020? Why not let the damn thing park itself?"
A queue has formed to get into the restaurant, someone is arguing with the stone faced bouncer about a reservation, and other patrons wait, annoyed, behind her.
Lord F exits to the opposite side of the door from Tag, to give her some space and respect her privacy. He speaks to cochise and snitch: "I'm sure we can provide you with some stun weaponry from my bodygaurd's collection. My 'copter is at a pad just a few blocks to the south. My house is just south of Birmingham, we should be there in 30 minutes or so."
Cochise stops listening to the man whose scalp likely secrets hair gel, and notices at least three people who seem to take a sudden interest in the doorway to Franchise Wars when Hija steps out, including the driver of the van across the street.
Hija, exiting last, feels a chill crawl up her spine as she steps out, there is something wrong.
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Quhzk
Junior Member
Alex "Snitch" Putnam
Posts: 67
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Post by Quhzk on May 18, 2018 16:33:27 GMT
Stepping outside to a large crowd and a slight commotion in the streets, Snitch takes the comm out of his pocket and hits the call command for his bike to meet the group. Before arriving at the bar he had made the assumption that the host of the evening would have brought security considering his assumed wealth and that they were meeting 'runners, however Lord F seems a bit naieve and travelled alone. Although this mission is primarily one of investigation and collection, it woulden't do a lick of good if the man came to any harm in the mean time.
Snitch: "Thanks for the offer, that should save us some time. Now, not trying to offend you or anything but considering the crowds I'm going to take some measures to make sure we get you there safe."
Turning to face the wall of the restaurant and minimize the number of people who may be paying attention to him, Snitch takes on the appearance of the Lord, his suit changing from a dark blue to the mans solid black, and grows in a short salt and pepper beard with matching hair. Although the shape of Snitch's head is unable to adjust, the hundreds of hours of makeup instruction trids that he's watched in the last few years allowed for exceptional skills in contouring and shadowing to help emulate the mans facial structure.
Disguise check: GkUu|0lz7d6 4 Hits7d6
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on May 18, 2018 18:52:28 GMT
It was odd not being able to see the stars. It was a fact of city life, or even life remotely near to a city, that a moderately dimmer second day would replace the night sky but she was still not used to it. She shuddered, which immediately set her on edge. She missed night, but not this much. Rather than physically looking around at the people gathered around the entrance Hija instinctively looked through the many eyes and ears she had acquired and probed for the source of the creepiness. She queried her colleague’s commlinks while searching through the people haystack for a creepy needle.
Hija: “I don’t… do not like this. Do any of you see anything wrong?”
Limiting her vision to just the devices that could see her Hija scanned the icons hovering about the people, and occasional drone, around them. She could simply look for the symbols of weapons, armour, cyberware, and ammunition sustain a firefight, and did so, but Hija did not discount the possibility trying to hide these things from prying eyes. She made a point to look for more subtle inconsistencies, who nearby was hanging around but did not have a reservation to the restaurant? Whose clothing brands were too low class for such an establishment? Whose PAN had mention of a home far from their current location?
The van stood out to her, it appeared too utilitarian for Franchise Wars. This was the kind of place you’d want to show up in your shiny sports car, or even brag about your VTOL landed nearby. The idea of a delivery vehicle was not far fetched but the driver and the van were too plain, no uniform or corporate livery advertising their presence, No ARO advertising them either. Besides, deliveries were around the back of the restaurant.
Pretending to be an action hero Hija placed a hand on the form of her dart pistol. Ready to draw on, and likely fail, anyone who drove her feelings from suspicion to threat.
Hija’s Perception to look for possible threats who set off her spine chills, 13 Perception Dice: FlmnJKtU1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 Hits: 8 1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6
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Quhzk
Junior Member
Alex "Snitch" Putnam
Posts: 67
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Post by Quhzk on May 18, 2018 19:23:10 GMT
OOC: -1 Plot point to Shake it Up and do another narration
Receiving Hija's message of concern and knowing that her vision of the matrix allowed for a different type of awareness, Snitch suddenly felt unprepared for any possible threat. As his weapons were both in the case and he considered himself to be on protection duty, he knew he would need to take out his pistol despite the crowds gathered and the doors bouncer mere feet away. Dropping his briefcase to the ground he cracked it open to the weapons compartment, doing his best to palm the revolver into his breast pocket.
Stealth check to pocket revolver: Z8ukVwX910d6 2 hits
Hoping that no one in the crowd noticed him grab his weapon, he closes the case and leaves it on the ground, circling around Lord F in the process of standing up. Snitch looks to his impersonated employer and asks "Would you mind carrying that? Just trying to throw off any prying eyes." Scanning the crowds for anything that sticks out, Snitch makes an extra effort to look for people making eye contact with him, trying to sort out who is the original Lord F.
Perception check for threats: 8d6 2 hits 10d6·8d6
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Post by Random Task on May 19, 2018 4:49:31 GMT
Cochise steps in front of Hija, trying to obscure her line of sight, from the van at least, as best as he can. He draws the chrome Colt America from his under shoulder holster but keeps it palmed in his large right hand so it's not immediately obvious that anything is out of the ordinary if someone is not watching him closely. He also has the point of his swagger (stun) stick in the air, held by his left hand.
"I don't like the looks of these guys, guys. Look lively." he subvocalizes.
He looks out at the interested parties, trying to size them up, and analyzes the area for cover that can be gotten to quickly.
Stealth roll aqDLuRit8d6 4 successes on dice pool of 8.
8d6
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Post by Admin on May 21, 2018 18:15:49 GMT
Cochise steps between Hija and the van, and notices a definite shift of focus and a heightening of tension from the man heckling the van - a big guy, with a bulky coat that could be hiding anything. Hija, there are at least a dozen people within your sight that have zero matrix footprint - no cyberware, no wirelessly active weapons, not even a comlink. That stinks to high heaven. Lord F smiles at Snitch's transformation, leans towards the *bouncer* and says "Let's head out Stephen." He bends down and picks up the suitcase. There is a crackle of electricity to the north, someone at the very end of the line shot a tazer, whose capacitive dart is crackling in the bouncer's shoulder. The bouncer shouts "TANGO!" and places himself between Lord F and the shooter. A short burst is fired from an cyber-arm concealed weapon, knocking the shooter to the ground. Some of the people in line gape, others seem to be reaching for weapons while looking at the bouncer.
In combat! Everyone is at the sidewalk in front. There are pedestrains scattered everywhere, and a big group in the queue to the north. Map: docs.google.com/presentation/d/1nuyPv5Dg4_ZTp5APvvmLoRAKl-CDRYODEqPxqfYsvVk/edit?usp=sharingTag Adept Armor 0/9, SCM 0/10, PCM 0/10, 3PP, 2/3E, 2/2N Hija 'Mancer Armor 0/6, SCM 0/11, PCM 0/10, 4PP, 2/2E, 1/1N Cochise Tough Armor 0/12, SCM 0/11, PCM 0/12, 3PP, 2/2E, 1/1N Snitch Sneak Armor 0/9, SCM 0/10, PCM 0/10, 2PP, 2/2E, 1/1N
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Post by Admin on May 21, 2018 19:42:53 GMT
Snitch doesn't like the side doors on the van facing the restaurant, nor it's tinted windows. The heckler is looking ominous. He doesn't have as good a view of the queue, but he still thinks he sees one hostile there. At the SW sidewalk there is a repair guy at a kiosk that is reaching into a toolbox.
Tangos (?): Van Heckler Shooter (down) Queue Man Queue Woman Repair Guy
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on May 21, 2018 19:55:46 GMT
Baulking at the sudden crack and crackling of the tares being discharged Hija’s hands tensed and grabbed at what was closest. One tightened around the handle of her own stun gun and subsequently pulled it out of her shorts. The other grabbed at empty air in front of her before meeting with the back of Cochise’s pinstripe suit. She gripped it hard, happy to have the bulk of its wearer between her and stray cartridges, or possibly even rounds. She could still see the the twelve or so people that fit into her parameters of sneaky rats trying to hide their presence from her panoptic eyes. Around each of these she formed a vibrant crimson outline, labeling them as ‘no Matrix presence, unknown threat.’ Smaller, more informative, outlines formed around the wireless weapons in the area. Further using what she could see Hija tried to add in lines where the weapons were pointing. She sent the information to the comms, visual gadgets and cyberware of her teammates, highlighting them about the possible threats, and hopefully keeping herself unharmed through this trouble. It was a touch annoying that the possible, and in her mind probably assailants, had dropped themselves from her domain. There was plenty of other things to play with should she need to but for now she had to look to, what she hoped to be, the more reliable of these options. Seeing through Cochise’s broad back Hija could see the Matrix PAN of Snitch. Her mouth pulled into a small smirk. [He wants to know more about me, seems fitting I give him a first hand experience of what I can do. It reminds of that stall. What was it I was thinking? Induce a seizure, flay his skin. Something like that.] Hija: “Co-co! I know this is not your department but things might be kicking off with those cabróns faster than I expected. I had wanted to get someone else on board should this happened but I’m gonna have to beg your forgiveness later. See this big bobo in front of me? Get into his PAN and just sorta do what I do.” QU37Z41C0471: “I believe I know what you are intending, little one, if this action will keep you safe I will not ask anything from you beyond your company. If this is merely being too inquisitive however, I will have something to complain about.” Detatching itself from Hija QU37Z41C0471 coiled around the PAN of Cohchise and started burrowing itself into his PAN. Diving deep into Snitches system Hija found the neural boosters and adrenaline simulators placed along his nervous system. Reaching out she pressed her hands into the small nodes which began to throb and open at her touch. Touching her target Hija muttered into the back of Cochise’s jacket. Hija: “We stand on the edge of battle, a threat to my, and your own, existence. I am not one to run from a fight when it is upon me but I ask not for your powers. I am not a ferocious warrior but in my stead I have found… worthy seconds. Should the battle spill forth I promise you that they will bring you the bloody sacrifice you desire. Through them the price will be paid. I ask you lend me them your strength, make their smithed selves greater and their weapons mighty. Grant them a fraction of your power Ex one, p three. Seven o’ seven three sí” Her words peeled away at the data surrounding the nodes, releasing their safeties and pumping out their liquids to Hija’s rhythm. Cochise’s nodes followed suit a mere moments later. With their combined effort to exercise the nodes, the information presented to them from the cameras and their own natural talents the world seemed slower and clearer to the two men. Hija however found the data from the cameras overwhelming. Without her serpent’s guidance there was simply too much to concentrate one. She closed the screens down to a more manageable amount. Hija tasking to use Complex form Infusion on Snitch. 12 Tasking Dice: cOxF7VaG1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 Hits: 3 QU37Z41C0471’s Tasking to use Complex Form Infusion on Cochise, dropping the Infusion that had been used on Hija. 9 Tasking Dice: 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 Hits: 1
Snitch gains three additional dice to Agility.
Cochise gains one additional die to Agility. Hija loses three dice from Logic. 1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6
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Quhzk
Junior Member
Alex "Snitch" Putnam
Posts: 67
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Post by Quhzk on May 21, 2018 19:56:14 GMT
Feeling a wave of professional satisfaction wash over him at the Lord's sly smile, it was quickly washed away as the sound of a dart flying through the air, followed by the burst fire of the doorman's arm. It seems as though the muscle is employed by the Lord, who apparently isn't as naive as Snitch just thought.
Formulating a plan of attack in his mind without having the benefit of Cochise nor Hija's perception, Snitch was focused primarily on the extraction of the Lord. The Yamaha should be nearby soon, having been parked near the sports bar down the street - once it arrives, it could be remotely sent to drop the man to the helicopter which one would assume would have security nearby. The only issue is that if the assailants have a decker of their own then the bike is more of a moving death-trap then a getaway vehicle.
Snitch: "Sir, there's a black bike on it's way - take cover and get on when it gets here, it'll take you to the chopper. Hija, make sure no one hacks into its GridGuide system. There should be room on the back to hop on if you can cover for us remotely."
While shouting commands, Snitch pulls out his revolver and takes cover behind a lime green Dodge Xenon parked on the restaurant side of the street, ducking away from the restaurant queue and the parking van. Although he noticed some people reaching for weapons, he doesn't yet know who was attacking and who may be frightened and trying to defend themselves. Flicking on the pistols built in laser sight he steadies his aim over the hood of the ugly car and prepares to fire at anyone in the queue who threatens his colleagues.
An abnormal wave of calmness embraced Snitch making his hands hold stiller, his already augmented reflexes faster.
OOC: Posted within a minute of Hija so didn't notice the buff - rerolling to account for extra agility
(If taken) Shot #1: 5P, Near (OK) - QvLBOXKr11d6 +1RR 1d6 = 5 hits
(If taken) Shot #2 from wired reflexes: 5P, Near (OK) - 11d6 +1RR 1d6= 4 hits8d6·1d6·8d6·1d6
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Post by Random Task on May 21, 2018 20:39:17 GMT
[Not good at all. One shooter on the ground, one shooter to be probably in the street.] Cochise feels alive, feeling strangely good all of a sudden.
He takes aim and fires at the taser shooter on the ground (if he has a clear shot).
ak65m_K314d6 (with the buff): 7 hits with the 5P Colt America
For his second attack, he will cover the burly guy in the street, ready to fire if he so much as looks funny. 14d6 1 hit if needed
14d6·14d6
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Post by Deals with dragons on May 22, 2018 0:43:19 GMT
OOC: written in a hurry
Tag is not expecting a fight. However when the popping and cracking of a tazer erupts not far from herself, instinct kicks in.
Narration:
Judge intentions Cha+Cha wHTWmNcR1-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-6 +2RR 1-61-6
that man reaching for a weapon near her is definitely a threat, eyeing the body guard who is protecting Mercurio.
movement 1: Tag pulls her bandanna from a pocket, tying it to conceal her face. (Safety first!) Tag moves quickly and quietly, her concealed stun baton extended in her hand. It ignites just as she strikes at the man.
attack 1 7s 1-61-61-61-61-61-61-6
Attack 2 7s spending edge to make 4s successes 1-61-61-61-61-61-61-6
Movement 2 Striking the man a few times, Tag disappears into the crowd. Tag quickly retreats to her comrade, taking cover with snitch. Her eyes catch snitch's, getting his attention momentarily. Tag: "Snitch, how are we getting out of this? Last time I checked, full blown firefights in the street in AA neighborhoods never did any good for anyone."
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