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Post by shasta on Oct 26, 2006 0:12:24 GMT -5
Cruising from the foot of the highway interchange, the terrain goes from bad to worse, fast. Abandoned shops with crumbling facades seem to lean toward the street, reeling like drunks. Very few live permanently near the interchange; go-gangs will often tear through the area, on their way to raid another gangs territory, or back from a quick jaunt into some of the more upstanding areas of Seattle's outskirts to scare the SINners. Squatters, mostly wino's and chip-heads litter street corners more often as you head into Puyallup proper. Sad that that is the indications of the beginnings of civilization as you leave the bypass.
As you follow the route, you have to cut away from the East Pioneer, heading down a few blocks on South Meridian, before hooking around the park at 4th Ave SW and heading back through one of any number of small side streets feeding back. The park was probably, back in the days of old Seattle, a nice place for the thirty-something parents with two cars to take the two point five children on the weekends, but that was a long time. Its night in Puyallup in the 2060's, and the predators are out to play, cruising for street-meat. As you turn the corner on the border of the park, the deep-throated rumbling of Harley's comes to you, starting as a tickle in your throat and a vibration in your chest, rapidly rising to an ear-shattering, headache inducing crescendo, as a trio of gangers on modified hogs comes rolling up a wide, boulevard style path in the park to watch your progress.
All are wearing identical-looking bomber jackets of leather punctuated with studs and chains, and have the same, shoulder-length, silver-metallic colored hair. The rightmost is a norm wearing a cheerful grin as well, and as soon as he pulls up his hog, draws a large, wicked-looking knife and starts elaborately cleaning his 4 inch long, tapering metallic nails. The one on the left, an largely built orc, is thoughtfully tapping a length of steel pipe against his boot. But its the centre figure which really holds you attention. Another orc, he is nearly half again the size of his fellow ork. As the pull up, his face is hidden in shadow by a low-hanging branch. Though no light from the streetlamps reaches his face, you can make out a red glint where his eyes should be. He sits there, massively bulging arms crossing his chest, looking like a nightmare from childhood, and watches the Landshark impassively.
GM, OOC: Anyone who has the necessary skills can feel free to make a roll to identify the gang (Area Knowledge: Puyallup, Gang Turf, or Gang Identification Knowledges would be appropriate). Anyone who wants to take an action, feel free to roll initiative.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2006 2:55:52 GMT -5
hmmm . Boy the shark could get a work out . Or we could get some cheap muscle
Gang Ident . - 5 ( 1,5,4,1,2)
OCC I don't have a dice roller on my reply screen . I'm running the normal micro soft program . The last time I tryed to change my browser it took me a week to reloads my comp . So if you don't mind I'll just roll my #s with a normal 6 sided dice . Or the GM could roll them . I don't get the results either , just a string of numbers .
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Post by shasta on Oct 26, 2006 3:09:31 GMT -5
For Skidds;
Gang Ident roll:
[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]
Rule of 6
[dice=6]
1 success
You realize that you have heard of these guys, The Metalheads, or Ironheads or something like that. Primarily as muscle for hire, though they are a local go-gang. Word is, they're cheap muscle who will work for anyone.[rand=92664782631221076828420322541316836841725272602913057598834359674]
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Post by infinite on Oct 26, 2006 9:37:14 GMT -5
"If we can get them to help us, it'll make our end of the deal easier, provided we don't get double crossed. I think it'll be worth the effort to look into it." As he speaks, Mateus studies the gangers out of the corner of his eye, careful not to draw draw too much attention.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2006 10:18:43 GMT -5
" We we can stop . I'll stay in the car and pop the LMG while you talk to them about doing a bit of a job . Tell em that we get the case we want and this car full of what eveer we can take . They get the rest along with the vehicle it all comes in. " Skidds says with a shrug .
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Post by infinite on Oct 26, 2006 19:32:24 GMT -5
Nods slowly as he moves to get out of the car. When he stands next to the LandShark, he straightens his coat and approaches the gangers. Mateus talks directly to the larger ork, his dark eyes looking into the unnatural red of the ork's.
"I understand that you guys might be looking for a bit of work. If my information is correct, then I may have a little job for you."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2006 21:09:36 GMT -5
Skidds is ready on poping the turrent to let the LMG lose .
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Post by shasta on Oct 27, 2006 0:47:13 GMT -5
GM, OOC; this would be a good time for an etiquette, roll, Infinite.
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Post by infinite on Oct 27, 2006 9:49:37 GMT -5
OOC: Understood, this is my first time with this, so could you walk me through?
Etiquette-4
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Post by shasta on Oct 27, 2006 20:56:12 GMT -5
No worries, my good man. I have already decided on a target number, so all you gotta do is roll the dice. So rather than replying in that little box down the bottom of the page, hit the reply button down the bottom rightish of my post, and it'll take you to the post reply screen.
In this case you're rolling etiquette against an unknown target number, so, with your etiquette of four, just hit the dice button on the reply page 4 times, and it will automatically insert the code. Then post your reply, and have a look at it. If any of the dice have come up six, you need to modify the post using the little modify button up the top of your post, and roll again for any sixes you got. You then add the result of any second rolls to the initial 6, and you got your totals.
eg. [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]
if I had have actually rolled anything over a six, the next line might have
[dice=6][dice=6][rand=211453736867979408543546225063836153292434483101486817407556107971]
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Post by shasta on Oct 30, 2006 19:13:13 GMT -5
GM, OOC: Since Infinite is having dice trouble with his browser, atm, I'll go ahead and roll until we can get it sorted.
Etiquette for Donigarten:
[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]
and, of course, the good old rule of six:
[dice=6][dice=6]
and again:
[dice=6]
3, 4, 7 and 16.
3 successes.
Donigarten is about to offer the job to the ganger when he realizes that any such proposal made to a gang should always be put directly to the gang leader; he's the only one with the authority to answer anyway, and you don't want to slot him off before you even start negotiating.[rand=3599096370916995419102388097801426075235339956085566188841936585575]
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Post by infinite on Oct 30, 2006 20:12:01 GMT -5
"However, before I continue this conversation, I need to speak to your boss."
Concealing his relief at remembering that little bit of information at the last minute, Mateus continues with a bit more care.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2006 8:00:09 GMT -5
Seeing that Mateus at the last minute asked to talk to the gang's boss he decided it would be better to just stay put and see if they were gonna bring us to him.
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Post by shasta on Oct 31, 2006 17:35:27 GMT -5
The big ork in the centre looks over briefly at the still grinning norm. The norm spins his bike, rear tire spraying a huge dust cloud as he peels out and heads back into the park, chuckling softly to himself. The two orks continue to stare impassively at Donigarten and the Landshark for a few minutes, before you once again hear the deep, thrumming sound of Harley's.
The norm is buzzing back out of the park. Ordinarily, a reasonably large norm on a big bike would probably obscure whatever was directly behind him, but not in this case.
Even past the blazing headlight of a massive Harley Easy-Rider you can catch the glint of chrome, both off the bike, and off the huge troll sitting astride it. Arms folded across his chest, you catch the glint on a datajack in his temple below horns that have grown swept back against his skull like two huge corn-rows. His left arm, crossed in front of his right, is made of highly polished chrome, and seems to be modeled slightly larger than his meat arm. He has on the same jacket and hairstyle as the other ganger's. As his bike glides to a stop in front of Donigarten, a black shape slides silently out of the trees on the right.
Gliding to a halt between Mateus and the Landshark, you are treated to the sight of a tall, shapely elven woman. Dressed in black leathers and riding a matt-black Suzuki Aurora, her face would probably be considered conventionally pretty if it wasn't for the piercings. With two earrings in her right ear and three in her right, her left eyebrow, a bull ring in her nose, ans a stub below her bottom lip, its just possible she may have more chrome in her than the troll.
The troll kills the engine on his bike, and all eyes turn to him.
"Name's Alchemist," he snarls, in a voice almost as deep bass as that of his bike a moment before. "Whaddya want?".
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2006 21:42:21 GMT -5
Skidds looks at the troll then to Frog " I'm not sure my LMG can take that fragger out ."
" Hope we don't have to find out . " Glancing at the elf " But the elf fills out those leathers nicly now doesn't she ........ well not that I'm noticing . "
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