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Post by Braddoc on May 29, 2009 8:27:53 GMT -5
Finally, not trying to blow my own trumpet (no Wombat, not like that ) What kind of a sibling relation you people have? All that time guarding sheeps musta affected your brain matter...
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Post by Braddoc on May 29, 2009 7:10:58 GMT -5
"well then, good. I'll take it you're taking the job; we'll discuss the detaisl after dinner." he turned off the white noise generator, the radio went back to playing yet another top 40 'hit'.
Four-Eyes knew better; at least he listened to non-commercial music.
When the food arrive, he began digging in, more or less into it; soy has lost all attractiveness for him. Hunter doesn't look too impressed as well. 'It's soy; so it looks like nothing, but it's supposed to taste like the real deal; Not that I"m a big fan or real fish too."
After the dinner, Four-Eyes pays for the both of us, then takes hunter for a spin in his Americar. The isolation was good to talk about the job at hand.
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Post by Braddoc on May 28, 2009 11:41:49 GMT -5
((FYI hunter, F-E paid your bills))
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Post by Braddoc on May 27, 2009 21:48:44 GMT -5
He smirked. Trying to buy me with gift? After what his hospital bill, it better be more than a stupid tie. He went to open the box but though: 'could be a trick. He didn't glow all magic, but he was feeling weird. He decided to lift the cover beginning with Hunter's side (in case of directional explosion) but nothing happened and the lid was off. Inside was it, THE revolver, the mother load: only 5 round capacity, but it could hit it's target at 100 yards. So big and heavy was the barrel it came with his own SLING. In his mind he was jumping around, laughing screaming, this was great.
Face value, he let out a small grin, like he tried to stop himself from laughing. "woah..nice one man..now I' feelin' bad giving you work.."
The waitress came, some old 50 year old human woman, wearing that stupid waitress jumpskirt. He ordered a hamburger and some fires, with a beer to give some taste to his soy base, faded meal. The spicing was all right but...wasn't the same.
After she left, he leaned a bit forward. He turned on his white noise generator, The random sounds and interference made the diner's radio scratching like crazy. Most patrons and the employees didn't seems to care. "anyway, job's an offensive recon. Might be facing ghouls. You'll be with a others too, and I'm gonna get you 7 grand for the job. One shot deal. Do well, could be more stuff going your way. Whadda 'ya say?"
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tips
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Post by Braddoc on May 27, 2009 12:17:28 GMT -5
If by "on track" you mean not turning the session into a goof fest (assuming it's face to face), simply bring them back on the subject at hand: Granted it's face to face, so it's easy to goof off (I play Face to Face Star Wars, and it's crazy sometimes)
As the GM, you're the law so to speak, so if it goes haywire, jsut say something like "Ok, so you were going to break in the building" or whatever. Or simply tell them it's time to get back on track.
and good to see 3rd Ed 's not all dead; damn silly SR4 setting..feels like Ghost in the Shell: the RPG.
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Post by Braddoc on May 27, 2009 7:03:39 GMT -5
Fine by me.
If not mod the sheet proper at any rate, they can post a message in the thread about what they got new/lots/whatever.
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Post by Braddoc on May 27, 2009 5:58:35 GMT -5
Four-Eyes smirked at Bishop's remark; He might be able to smell like shit for a few days, but with him going all over town meeting folks, he couldn't. Even with a chem suit he'll still smell it.
Then Shade jumped in the ban-wagon and started being an ass.
"Well I sure as well DON'T have my own respirator unit. And if you want to smell like shit for a couple of days be my guess: I can't afford it."
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Four-Eyes was sitting in a booth at the far end of the diner, his back to the wall. He had his suit on, reading the newspaper...well the comic page that is....Oh Dagwood, always sleeping and thinking about food..
Then a large engine sound was heard: looking over his newpaper, he saw a big pick-up truck parking near the diner. Good to see Hunter still has that. 'Could make a nice tactical.
Hunter got in and sat somewhere, waiting. He waved at him, calling him over. "Hunter, good to see you're back on your feet. How was the hospital?"
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Post by Braddoc on May 26, 2009 8:58:59 GMT -5
((NP, I'll write back tonight))
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Post by Braddoc on May 26, 2009 7:05:32 GMT -5
Four-Eyes looked at the fireteams were made. "You got a mistake here Bishop: I ain't going down in the sewers.
I'm not gonna crawl into tiny tunnels covered in shit jsut to end up in a Ghoul's nest. 'Got someone to take my place in there anyway; meetin' him in a couple of hours. Hunter's his name; some of you know him..mostly 'cause we saved his elf-lovin' ass"
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Post by Braddoc on May 25, 2009 16:50:03 GMT -5
Hunter rolled over at the sound of the phone ringing and grumbled. "Hello?" he says, answering it, not even bothering to look at who it is. " A little early, isnt it Four-eyes?" he rolled onto his back, blinking a bit at the conversation. "What do you mean called you early? I called you at 8 last night. Hrm, probably a problem with my phone, whatever. So, Do you happen to have some work for me?" he asked as Vrenna slid out of bed to make some breakfast "yeah well, I was busy last night, important meeting and all that..Yeah I might ahve something, it's in Seattle thought, nothing happenin' in the Cascades for now. Steady pay, stable schedule, a few diffrent beat every once in a while..'pretty sure you can handle it."
"Where are you now? 'think you can make it at the diner corner 34th and University for noon time? 'Need to meet face to face and all.."
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Post by Braddoc on May 25, 2009 8:46:19 GMT -5
((I will respond to you Krondax, tonight))
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Post by Braddoc on May 24, 2009 12:51:44 GMT -5
He thought it would have been complicated, but Blair already had a second prescription filled in and the pills were ready. They're only good for 8 hours or so, enough to get some rest sleep for a change. Even walking around at normal speed and hearing everyone's voices and sounds at a normal pace (instead of slowed down) was quite refreshing. =================================================
Four-Eyes listened to the chatter: bullets, sewer runs and termite. He could handle 2 out of 3. "If they're so hateful of the light, why not get some of those 1 million lumens light the fire fighters uses: jsut a quick shot in someone's face and he's startled for a bit: can't imagine what it'll do on someone that can't stand the light.
I got some deckers looking into the Zibree thing over the Matrix: it might be less a direct route than what Freddy is taking, but 'would rather have something I can read than having to untangle the magical yak yak and double meaning. No offense Fred, but it'd like something a bit more 'concrete' than symbolic for intel."
"And I'm sure as hell not going into those sewers: get waist deep in other people's shit is not my idea of a good time: and a water spirit in a sewer full of shit, Shade? I'm no mage true, but won't that get him turning into a toxic spirit or something?
As for entering; maybe a crowbar and we'll just bust the lock or the door frame, a bit more silent and invisible than burning a hole: don't think they 'crete the doors on the roof, right?"
"Just gimme a list of what type of rounds you guys want, I'll have them done: should take a few days thought, depending on quantity and type."
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Post by Braddoc on May 24, 2009 12:29:54 GMT -5
"Me? Heh..I'm wired enough; half my face, my nerves and my skin; it's enough to go around, most of the time."
Small talk happens for a moment as you drink down a cold one or two. Then out of thin air, Shade appears. "Screw urban brawl, they should make a game out of this. Can I get a copy of this?"
He seems like he was joking about it, eating his pop-corn like it was nobody's business, but Peaches and the gangers were not joking around, leveling their SMGs and pistols at Shade. Peaches had his AK at the ready. "Better tell us why you're in here chump, or you'll fly off the window."
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Post by Braddoc on May 23, 2009 11:57:59 GMT -5
Well, jsut an image about Meg being the Nanny...I don't think she'll start singing and dancing while giving class.
Thought she did the Seattle-Cascades-Seattle trip in a flying tub: at least it's less open than an umbrella, and there's no fear of everyone having an upskirt shot at her.
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Post by Braddoc on May 22, 2009 20:44:07 GMT -5
True, but it's not something that's visible all the time: i mean I used ot laugh/insult/tell the truth to every elves I meet..but then you know, job got in the way, and he knows the difference between work and personal time, so he's not bringing it at the workplace so to speak.
'Else we would be all over those 2 Limey Keebs' cases 24/7...which will surely bring some small meeting with Meg in her office about all that P.C. yak yak yak...and God knows F-E doesn't want it: He's already got his mom, he doesn't need a British Nanny-esque figure watching his every move. And Meg got other things to do than to keep F-E in check about his opinions on the matter.
and char gen wise, it's an RP thing: not a 'on paper' thing
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