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Post by Crimson D on Apr 25, 2009 14:21:16 GMT -5
"While I'm used to people thinking they know about my art then I do, it's mostly this place. Other then my 15 minute morning trip for some descent coffee I've been here constantly." Shade frowns. "It's too static." Sounds like something a Chaos magician would say. "As for leaving my body I can make own arrangements. Though I'd rather not leave it at all."
((That was the point I was trying to make. Something 6-8 really wouldn't need much more. Maybe two people sized. A house fire would give like F10-15 depending on house fire. Starting a forest fire for a force 8 is overkill. Your suggested requirements just seem a little dubious to me.))
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Post by wolflet59 on Apr 26, 2009 5:55:58 GMT -5
I agree with you completely - the students are immersed and need constant attention. They are afraid of making a slip and therefore ruining their work. There was a lot more freedom when we were out in the field at least there were other things to do as well as not so much pressure. It has been easier to keep everyone on site than risk a couple of trips to break the monotony.. but something might break if we keep at a constant grind..
they should come to the end of this current phase in nine days and need to let off steam.. Any ideas? Magic Land theme park followed by a meal and clubbing springs to mind..
(OOC these conversations are also meant for general discussion - not just aimed at Shade ! if anyone wants to keep it solely one-to-one then just note that it is in confidence/ in private..)
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Post by Crimson D on Apr 27, 2009 0:33:19 GMT -5
"I know a place we might even be able to arrange for just the students for a day or two. If not I can still probably get everyone in front for a small charge."
The tapping never really stops.
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Post by wombat on Apr 27, 2009 20:35:40 GMT -5
"Actually," Bishop said to the ganger matter-of-factly "It'll be your funeral. Tell me how to get into the basement and I'll do what I can to stop your good lung from collapsing before the EMT's get here. Or I could roll you onto your good side and let gravity do it's job as your chest cavity fills up with blood until your only working lung is crushed and can't inflate. I hear it feels like an elephant is standing on your chest..."
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Post by Braddoc on Apr 28, 2009 17:51:47 GMT -5
((damn, 7 pages already..longer than I thought it would be...well, reading it all then posting for me..'least I got the interview moving a bit...not like mIRc hehe..))
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Post by wolflet59 on Apr 30, 2009 7:59:24 GMT -5
the ganger slides his eyes to look at Bishop - he is in real trouble an he knows it - the 'good samaritan' who is kneeling next to him is the only one taking any notice - if you leave out the crowing ganger who just wont climb back into the car, far more interested in telling the world how brilliant he is...
Bishop has an intimate experience of interrogation - but not many people investigate it as a skill - even so the odds are all stacked one side.. Bishop holds all of the keys as the ganger has little hope of remaining alive anything he can get is a bonus, he'd sell his soul if he could
problem is this samaritan is whispering in his ear about the old place an danglin the carrot of help so sweet he can taste it.. The EMT would drive past a punk like him an leave him to the leggers or the devil rats..
slap a patch on me man or gimme Billie's stash an lemme go flyin at least.. I got no love for the bossman Big Red an now he's been taken out the Rednex are fallin apart.. listen man there's tunnels down there - we used em for avoidin pryin eyes - the john in Carfax has a rooftop crallway - connects to Knobby Styles blok across the way - level two underpark - now gimme man - you owe me!
the ganger bubbles with the effort of reaching across to his dead mate feebly pawing at a pocket - his eyes sparkle a little at the sound of rattling pills in a plas tube...
Chuck finds the new plates are awkward - he can still feel the strips below his flesh and picks at the light scarring tissue that has formed around the healing entry slits.. 'couple o weeks an you wont feel a thing but for a while they will itch like buggery...' he wasnt wrong either it was a little like wearing a too-small jacket - a constant reminder.. He needed something to take his mind off it - another sizzling shower - a few bottles of hooch ? bah - another slow workout was best. Lifting weights slowly was sorta soothing..
Chuck quietly paced and lifted - paced an lifted. Musta done twenty thirty circuits of the site round an round the maze of plants under the big top. Counting the ratzappers as he went - there were a lot of the things which was strange because very little got under or through the ratbarrier just inside the fence. Chuck knelt and looked closely at them - the four barrels inside it's 'mouth' gave it away they were anti-personnel tasars.
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Post by wombat on Apr 30, 2009 11:54:03 GMT -5
"Alright," Bishop said, grunting as he heaved the ganger onto his wounded side "You pass. This may hurt."
Bishop knew little about first aid, but had seen enough to know that with the thug's chest cavity filling with blood, it would be better if that weight was on top of his collapsed lung as opposed to pressing down on his one functioning lung.
He took out his pocsec and plugged it into his datajack, sending a mental message to Blackout:
"Blackout, I'm sending you my location now. I need you to place an anonymous report with the emergency services of three badly beaten youths requiring EMTs - one with a collapsed lung from a knife wound and another with severe head injuries. Scan?"
He unplugged the pocsec from his skull and stepped past the ganger, reaching into "Billie's" pocket and taking out a plastic container full of pills. Too many for one person to enjoy.
"It's done. I'll take these for you, as the Star will won't take kindly to finding them in your possession when they visit you at the hospital."
He thumbed his commlink and sent a message to Henri.
"Bishop here, we need to move out on the hurry up - EMTs are on the way and I doubt they'll be coming without backup."
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Post by wolflet59 on Apr 30, 2009 14:49:59 GMT -5
Aww this one is still alive - hey you.. yeah Y..O..U you still with us or you popped your clogs? You got any ID? Doc wagon? Med card? got a thou on ya? aww crap..
Look dude youre fragged up fretty bad and need a doc - this aint no charity - look here how about we make a legit deal - you sign off these two meatbags an we drop you at a free clinic.. hey dude I dont mind if you drop here - just another to body to bag. You guys are just about good for B-grade spares
the Rednek nods and presses his thumb up against the valid-pad and smiles a cheesy bloodied grin which takes him some effort.. the medics bundle him into the van - he might even get to the clinic and get patched up. Bishop looks at his own docwagon bracelet. If he gets wasted the nearest team will race to be first on the scene to collect the bonus from docwagon.. trauma patch medical care and an all-out effort to keep him alive.
the medics carry side arms and a light vest. In the background the Star patrol car has stopped and an officer checks the two bodies - the others have gone by now unless Henri wishes to delay the crowing ganger further?
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Post by Crimson D on May 2, 2009 1:48:26 GMT -5
A typical day in the life of Shade:
It was no wounder I was burning out so hard. I got up at 7am and took care of showering and other basic hygiene. 745am I went for my 10 minute coffee run and arrive with five minutes to spare to get a update from the previous mage on watch. From here I walk and float around the commute, <tht>god I hate that name. Researching my conjuring foci. My AR setup was beautiful like that.
At 4pm I gave the next mage on watch a update. With the forge building in use I had relocated to the powder grinding shop. From there I got something to eat and drink along with a quick bathroom run. After that i went back to the shop and summoned a watcher to come grab me encase something happened. I had to come back every few hours to restragthen his summoning and back to the metaplanes I went.
Charles has given me a interesting pocket watch. He created it to help keep track of time in the real world when he first thought he was going to go back. Of course over the years he decided to stay in the kingdom of the fae, so he gave it to me. I could stay till 11pm regardless of the time dilation. Some nights I was there for only a few hours while some nights days would go by. The fate of the Fae was in my hands. Charles had a library of his own hand written books. While I didn't understand fae magic, hermetic mathematics were universal. After several weeks I started to understand fae magic and while the theory was sound, many if not most if his calculations were way off.
At some point 11pm in the real world came and my pocket watch would ring. <tht> Quitting time!
11pm I always returned to my body and dismissed my watcher. Another bathroom, food trip and to bed I went. 7am Kept coming sooner and sooner.
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Post by wombat on May 3, 2009 16:43:30 GMT -5
Bishop looked down at his docwagon bracelet, considering for a moment how lucky he was to have landed a job with health cover included.
"We've got what we came for," He said to Henri "Let's go and report in."
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As Church burst out into the street the alarmed fire door screeched indignantly, drawing the attention of anyone in earshot as punishment for opening it for non-fire related business. His retinal implants countered the glare of the sun as it gently warmed his skin, offering him a long-forgotten taste of freedom.
“Dude, what happened to your legs?”
Lucas didn’t have time to stop – he had tasted freedom but the enemy were still close on his heels. He looked up and down the street, looking for the nearest junction or alley way – he needed to break line of sight with his pursuers, evade recapture and report in. Report in!. He spurred himself on, this new objective now taking precedence over the base goal of mere survival – he had to report to his superiors, tell them how he and his team had been compromised.
With no idea where he was, Lucas aggressively weaved his way through the back streets in a deliberate effort to lose himself and flush any pursuers who might still be following him. As a preventative measure his captors had deliberately starved him, and his malnourished and broken frame felt like it was being held together by will alone. But this was only of secondary importance – his world depended on the mission; find a public terminal and report in...
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Post by gremlin on May 5, 2009 13:17:52 GMT -5
Henri releases the ganger from the spell and keeps up the crowd control a while longer. "We've got what we came for," He said to Henri "Let's go and report in." At Bishop's prompt, he moves away from the aftermath of the fight and attempts to melt into the flow of pedestrians before the Star turn up to ask for inconvenient things such as witness statements & I.D..
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Post by scawire on May 7, 2009 16:42:24 GMT -5
Micro asks Meg a question "Since it sounds like there is going to be drones to deal with I was wondering if you would like me to see if I can get some ammo that would be able to punch through a drones tough skin. I know a guy that should be able to get the stuff there are 2 things that would be needed, first the nuyen I don't have the capital to pay for the ammo of the team so if you can get the money for it I know a guy that will be able to help out. Then second thing is I could take some time before he has the ammo we want so we may have to wait a bit before we go storming into the sewers to see what is down there. It is your call. Micro sips on his cup of coffee and waits to see what Meg say about this idea.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As for places to go and see all I can think of is a Museum that would have lots of Paranormal critters displayed this way they get away from the alchemy and still get to learn something as they do it. I wouldn't give them a test on it eather that way they are more relaxed and not so stressed on the trip. Micro thinks to himself to see if anything else pops into his head. I guess if there is any where in the world that you think would stand out as a great place to see we could go astrally there and check it out. Again a way to learn and relax.
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Post by Crimson D on May 7, 2009 22:33:36 GMT -5
"I still don't like the idea of leaving my body. I am much combat effective in the flesh when we do this. Plus I'll finally get the chance to try out something I learned. Plus my first chance in weeks to really leave this place, I don't want to it be all astral." He sounds pretty adamant about it.
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Post by wolflet59 on May 8, 2009 8:43:44 GMT -5
Micro - the best person for any specialist rounds would be Four-Eyes. I dont know mutch about bots in general. You took out a number of them back at the mines diddnt you? what where they like?
I like the Museum idea - any eateries you recommend?
Astral is dangerous so we need a way in there - I want to make sure there are no potential leads missed out. From what you have been able to see it seems like the Star did a job on the place but there may be something left and I am willing to fund this sort of dangerous investigation
Bishop and Henri slide into the crowds observing the gangers drive off in jubilation beeping at the Mercy Hospital ambulance taking the ganger bodies to... wherever..
yeah. mean streets.
Now you have a couple of options -
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Post by Crimson D on May 8, 2009 11:10:40 GMT -5
((Don't forget that Shade has supplied the team with a copy of the complete star report along with several other things that weren't put o the record officially.))
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