WhiteDrag0n-24

I'll go ahead and roll one more. A 9

The voice on the other end of the line sighs in relief and then takes a breath as if to say a speech. "Your too move on the Thursday at the end of this month. When you have the information, give it to the good doctor at the corner of Chicago and Pittsburg in North Freedom before 7:00 Friday morning. The sooner the better. Should you trip any alarms the only thing you should have to worry about are supers, if everything goes according to plan the police should have their hands full. We are taking great risk trusting you, don't let us down. My responses are limited, but do you have any questions?" The voice sounds very tired at the other end of the line, but anxious to here the response to the message.

Ok I just got the call! Once that is done I will post here and get this show on the road. However the logistics of this might be stagering and I think we should disguss how this is going to go down. I mean If we pull this off there might be serious reprocusions of FC (here's hoping :twisted:) not to mention the gig itself might be a pain. I was thinking that each section of the heist might get it's own thread. For example the vault team has a thread, the lookout has a thread and so forth. Or it could be all one big thread. I don't know what would be easiest for the GMs... So I thought I'd put that out there.

Sorry, between end of term papers and holiday traveling I hadden't been able to post. Here there be searches! I get a 16 and 24 My earlier post had a search check so it'll be in this order: leader, blond, brunete.

The phone ringed only once before it was picked up. "Ghost?" Came the feminine voice at the other end. It sounded fatigued and young, as if the person on the other end had been up for days.

Dashel Mason: Investigating a triple murder Maximus Grey:Organising a heist. Phase one of his ridiculously circuitous plan.

Well besides the Mage in the room ... and the daemon, you’ll pick of the scent of magic coming from Mr. Big. It smells ancient and somehow completely foreign.

whoa... I just assumed with "brunete" and "blond" .... Hold on a sec I need to reset my mental image ... ... ... OK, let me change a few things. [one edit later] that was remakibly easy.

Dashel's been lucky with his search roll lately and I think he has learned something. I would like to spend one pp to add three sp to search and one to knowlage(streetwise).

search for weapons on the girls also I want to take a look for distiguishing characteristics. Scars, birthmarks, little things that Sherlock would notice.

Seeing as the group has put their hands against the wall Dashell holsters his gun and takes out his badge. He takes a quick look behind him to make sure his back up is there, and frowns when it isn’t. Supers … go figure Dashel then places the worse for wear badge on the mantle where the ring leader can see it. “Take a good look at the number. You can be sure to ask about it later.†Dashel quickly pats them down to see if they’re carrying any weapons, keeping a watchful eye on the ring leader. If he finds anything, he pockets it. “Now your names, Starting with you punk†Dashel says tapping the ring leader on the shoulder with his pencil.

does that take effect imediately? If so, there is problably a great deal of magic in the room to be sniffed out. ;)

Could I have 2 ranks in Fearsome Presence added to Grey's feats. I figure he has made his presence around town known so that he commands attention. So while he is not so fearful in physique he makes up for it in presence.

This christmas I get to go back to chicago and play with my old gaming buddies. I plan on running them through a game set in the "near" future. In this world huge conglomerates run the world and every one is connected to eachother through the "ethernet" a literal digital world whose User Interface is simular to a completely imersive Second Life-ish system. (Not Shadow Run, though I have always wanted to play.) For the parts that take place in the real world I'm using D20 Modern, a system I am very cofortable with, but for the digital I was thinking of using MnM, because of it's flexability and it's relation to D20 Modern. So what I need are "Packages." Powers that would get added in a digital world; in cluding Packages for a Hacker, Admin, and normal users. I was thinking a limited flight ability, limited teleport, and a minor datalink power for starters. The Hacker would be able to change the world around him is some way and of course the Admin could acess peoples acount info and simply boot people out. (BAN) I'm still looking for Ideas and If you have some I'd be interested to here them.

Is there going to be any changes to this post now that Warmonger is a little indisposed? Also is thier anything in front of the ringleader I could, say, put a badge on? like a picture frame or a stool or something?

“Killing is not what we want either. Each person left alive is a bargaining chip, or that’s what was told to me. But every one of the grey order is prepared to do it, you don’t have to be, but we need to know who we are working with.†“Unfortunately the time of the heist is yet to be determined. It will be soon, but the boss apparently wants to wait for the right time to strike, or something like that. But it will be soon.†You notice that Razor is growing a little more relaxed and his speech seems a little less rehearsed.

Belphegor notices the same as Ember w/o the electronic squeel. As for the hierling thing we talked about, I will make an effort in the future, but I did kinda set precidence here. Sorry As for the radio jammer, what does the flaw "touch" mean? You have to be in the area of effect?

This whispering took place while you were talking. As such, Exile you didn't notice anything. Kavros you heard quiet words being spoken, aparently about which teams you were to be placed on, and the static click and high pitched squeel of radio signal. Malice you heard all that and the source of the sound: Mr. Big.

I thought everything was dead there for a while. Now that I see people are still interested, I will plough ahead. Oh and thier was whispering going on in this thread, some of you might have been able to hear it, so listen checks. also Malice, may have been able to pick up a radio transmition as well.

Razor smiles. “Good, initiative, that’s what we like to see†Razor looks around the table at the various explanations of their abilities, though his eyes seem somewhat distant. Then he nods as if understanding something. “Alright, I suppose the Ronin will have to remain a silent partner and we’re already aware of Belphegor’s abilities. It’s time to continue.†Razor invites the assembled party to look at the schematics on the table as he explains them. "As we know the building is built like a fortress. There is only one way in or out. Security beyond any other building save freedom hall. And the city police know it." Razor smiles as he addresses the group. “But its greatest strength is its greatest weakness.†"Getting in shouldn’t be a problem. We should have enough firepower among us to get in through the front door. But just to be sure we have purchased an old armored car. It isn’t running yet, but it will be. Our brothers in the field will waylay the armored car on route from DC giving us enough time to get in through the door." Razor addresses Malice directly. “We would like to see if you could create a kind of radio jammer to block their internal communications. It could provide us the valuable time we need to get to the vault." "After we are in we will need to break into teams. First is the vault team, which will go quickly to the vault. After hearing your abilities that team will consist of Exile and Malice. If exile can get at least one look at the inside of the vault, were in, and I wouldn’t want to deprive Malice of his chance to tinker with Daedalus’s Vault. It should be located here.†Razor points to the map. “As soon as some guard hits the alarm you only have five minutes to get to the vault and keep the vault from closing. If it’s anything like Modern bank vaults today, the door will close automatically and stay shut for a period of 24 hours. No one can open it then, not even the Fed Manager.†"The second team will be subdual. This team will be responsible for taking care of the guards and accountants in the building. This team will be Iron hide and Ronin, if he is still with us. Try not to kill anyone. Every person alive it a potential hostage, which we may need.†Razor pauses, his face turns grim. “This is important. We are prepared to kill innocents, if you’re not, tell us now.†Razor looks around the room grimly and then returns to the plan. “After you have subdued the guards bring them back to the main hall here. And shove the most pathetic against the windows, which should dissuade the snipers till we make our escape.†“Team three will be investigation. This team will find the Federal Manager and make him talk about what’s in the vault and any other security measures the building has to offer. Belphegor, Mr. Big, and Steinman will make up this team. After he talks Belphegor will go help whichever team is in need of assistance.†"Fourth is Surveillance. That’s you, Paw, you’ll be placed hear, on the third floor tower. You’ll keep an eye on the Feds and let us know where and when the cops arrive. Also with your speed you can offer support to any team that’s in trouble." Razor smiles again. “Now here’s the best part. The escape team, made up of Madman and myself, will be placed here.†Razor points to an old maintenance room on the first sub level. “Know how I said the buildings greatest strength was its greatest weakness and that the building used to be an old water reservoir?†Razor lifts the map to show a 1930s sewer schematic and a resent sewer schematic. “In the old plans there is a pressure relief valve and slue that runs from the reservoir all the way to Wharton Lake in the forest preserve. Now in recent plans it doesn’t exist at all. So we checked. It’s big enough to drive a dump truck through and it ends right at the Federal Reserve. The sewer companies have been using it as an easy run off pipe. The best part however, is that the only thing between the bottom of that Maintenance room floor and that slue is about a foot of concrete and an inch of rusty Iron, which we plan to handle with this." Razor reaches into the folds of his robes and places a stick of dynamite on the table. “In short the plan is to get in, clear the vault while we cut through the floor, move the goods to the maintenance room, load up the dump truck with gold and goods, and drive to safety while The Order covers you. Any questions?â€Â

Dashel pauses and then starts to snicker, which turns into a full on laugh. When he recovers he says, "You better hope I'm a cop," and then in a more serious manner directed toward the head punk, "otherwise I'm just a man with a gun. After memorizing their faces Dashel, turns off the flashlight and, without taking his eyes off the punks, puts it back in his belt. Then he reaches into his front pocket and pulls out a notebook. "Now Tom and Danny are a good start, but I'd like your last names and the name of your bossy friend here." Dashel attempts to appear friendlier, but never lowers his gun. "And trust me; the police don't care about a couple of thieves when there's a murderer like this around."

“Here’s the information you required. It took me a while, but I got it.†Herr Doktor opened the door to the spartan room. A simple mat lay on the floor. In the corner a wooden stand was dressed in flat grey armor, a menacing sword at its feet. By a small window that overlooks the warehouse, a simple desk sits bearing a meager meal of bread, dried meat, and water. And sitting at the desk, in what appears to be quiet prayer, is Maximus Grey. “Steinman’s information was very useful.†Herr Doktor says, as he lays the papers on Grey’s desk. Grey finishes his prayer. Takes the papers and begins to read them. “Why do you pray? I thought you hated the gods.†Herr Doktor asked. “I like to remind them I’m still here.†Grey finishes the reports and hands them back to the Doktor. “Burn those.†“But…†The Doktor starts incredulously. Grey fixes him with his eyes and the Doktor backs off. “I’ve memorized them. We don’t need it anymore.†Doktor nods his head. “Your orders?†Grey returns to his meal. “Contact the ghost.†He looks to his armor; his eyes linger on the sword. “Begin phase one.â€Â

Darn cassette It was hot. The sweltering heat did not help Francis Steinman, as he sat in his Volkswagen Jetta trying to merge on to route 6 where some new super battle had knocked out the right two lanes. The steady clicking of the right turn signal seemed to drown out the honking and car engines inching along the highway. He pushed the Cassette in again. Sweat rolled down his face. His wife had told him to fix the air. 500$ the repairman had said. Suddenly it didn’t seem like that much. Steinman looked at the papers that were occupying his passenger seat. They weren’t that important. Nothing Steinman did was that important. He looked out his front window. A huge chunk had been taken out of the highway. A supper was helping them repair the damage. Moving the earth itself. Steinman sighed. Steinman had joined the feds to get excitement. To work with heroes, like that one. Not to sit at a desk, filling reports day after day, for years at a time. What had happened? Was it the denial by the federal agency for his request to be put on a task force? His experience with numbers and years in middle class collage? The constant financial strain of a son and wife? An ageing and fattening body? Steinman pulled over a little, but traffic was backed up and all he managed to do was make the truck driver next to him irate. At least he got to carry a gun. Steinman pulled the gun out of its holster and starred at the glittering black steel. Pure fear contained in the device in his hands. He loved how it made him feel. Strong powerful, the life of another in his hands. Steinman pointed his gun at the dash and pushed in the cassette tape with it. Steinmans eyes furrowed as he stared out the front window. The blinking construction lights. The red and white traffic barriers. The police. Emergency vehicles. School bus. Smiling hero. Broken construction lines. And there. Way, way, off in the distance. The bright blue sky, flying birds, sunlight and … freedom. True and unconstrained. click click click Steinman felt the walls of the Jetta closing in on him. The traffic cutting him off. The flashing lights laughing and taunting as the monstrous figments pointed and laughed at the failed, balding, fat, monkey in the cage. His past, his future, his life laid bare in front of him. An unloving wife, a distant son, an uncaring workplace. So many great works left undone. And the cage tightening around him, the noose drawing closed… – whrrrr – kerchu…> Steinman pulled the trigger. The world degraded into swirling chaos. The cassette burst into a thousand glittering fragments of plastic. The exposition of shining sparks filled his vision as they danced. and Steinman smiled. A few policemen turned to look at where the sound had come from, knowing it too well, especially in this city. But the jailers wouldn’t catch this criminal, not today. Steinman hit the gas. He made for freedom. In the back of his mind he thought that maybe this was crazy, to think about his wife and kid, to think about his job. Maybe latter. But right now he had to kill this crappy car. Later, when the cops reported the suicide, all of them noticed two things. First, they all heard, as the car drove through the police barriers and straight off the bridge into the river, laughing, and the only thing they saw, was a trail flittering federal papers let fly from the driver side window. But this was not the end of Francis Steinman. Rat watched from the banks of riverside. It had been a busy day. Super fight, car falling into the river, search vessels, and STAR officers had come around to talk to him. Luckily he hadn’t washed and he could hide among the other homeless under the bridge. But something caught his eye, a body along the shore. Maybe he had money, good untraceable money that the chip heads wouldn’t be able to track. Better poke it with a stick. As Rat got closer he noticed two things. One that the man was wearing a suit and tie, and second that he was still breathing. Steinman awoke to yelling and frantic jabbing with a stick. He remembered vaguely hitting the water, swimming out of the windshield, and swimming franticly for the surface before it all went blank. It was night. Had he been here all day? Anyway, he was starving. Ignoring the beggar, who continued to yell something about chip headed men, or something, he pulled himself to his feet and walked into the suburbia of Riverside. It was Hell. Little cages, where pigs connected to machines lived their daily lives. He shuddered when he thought that that was what he used to be. Worse, he delt with their money. Ignoring the screeching tires and honking traffic, Steinman walked across a main thoroughfare and walked into a Freedom Burger. Ha! Freedom. Like this city knew anything about freedom! The patrons looked up from their individually wrapped carcasses to stare at the soaking wet, muddy, business man, with shredded clothes and face that still had bit of glass in it. Steinman ignored the line and walked straight up to the counter. “I’ll have a Freedom meal.†“Sir. Do you need a doctor?†Asked the scared attendant. Steinman Narrowed his eyes. “No, I need a Freedom Burger.†The attendant just stared at the disheveled man. “NOW!†The attendant started, and started to wring it up. The next man in line shifted uncomfortably. “With Fries and a Soda. How much is that?†“Um… that’s… uh…†The attendant stumbled around filling the order. “Yea?†Steinman asked menacingly, as he took out his soaking wallet. “that’s …. $7.50†The attendant said finaly gaining composer. Steinman stopped dead. Looking straight into the attendant’s eyes. “what?†“that’s … 7.50..?†“Son. How old are you?†“what?†Asked the attendant suddenly caught off guard. “HOW OLD ARE YOU?†Steinman yelled at him. Several people got up to leave, and did so quickly. “uh...18?†“Did you know when I was a kid; Hamburger and fries cost a $1.05. 1.05! So that’s what I’m going to pay. 1.05.†Steinman said as he slapped the soggy money on the counter. “But Sir… it… it costs…†The attendant seems thrown by the abusive customer. The next guy in line however gets annoyed. “look Jack, just pay the g..†Steinman pulls his gun on the stranger. Theres a scream and the patrons make for the exits, all except for one. Steinman twitches in anger. “This is a conversation between me and the boy, so butt out!†The stranger nods and gulps. Steinman retrains his gun on the cashier. “Look just take the money! Don’t hurt me!†The cashier says as he puts his hands in the air. Steinman turns irate. “I don’t want your money! I want to pay a 1.05 for my burger!†“ok ,ok here.†The boy hands him his order shakily, trying to keep his hands in the air. Steinman smiles as he takes his food, then frowns. “Where’s my drink?†The kid nearly spills it as he puts it on the counter. Steinman holsters the gun and grabs his food. “Thanks, your all right kid.†He walks quietly into the common room and sits to enjoy his meal. Steinman took a big bite out of his burger, juice dribbling down his chin. The Man makes a krappy burger, but he was hungry. Driving off a bridge can do that to you. Steinman sat enjoying his meal when he started to notice he wasn’t alone. Their was a kid in the corner. A Gang member type with black hair. And he was watching him. “What do you want?†The kid smiled. “To help.†Steinman snorted. “I don’t need help.†“No, but maybe you will when the cops get here.†Steinman hadn’t thought about police. They might take away his sandwich. “What do you suggest?†“A change of scenery… and company.†The kid smiled. “Names Razor.†“Steinman.†“Well Steinman, I think you should meet Mr. Grey.†They managed to evade the police by crossing town on foot, through back alleys and down street banks. Steinman soon lost his sense of direction, not that Steinman really cared where they were going. Before long they entered the train yards and came upon an old warehouse. Steinman was unimpressed. Entering through the back door, they entered into a large cavernous space. It was dark inside and suddenly Razor disappeared into the darkness. “Hey, what’s going on?†Out of the darkness a smooth baritone voice wafted from the cavernous space, seeming to reach into Steinman drawing forth his greatest desires. “What do you want?†Asked the voice. Steinman thought of his life before and his life now. He considered the voice and where he was, and he answered truthfully. “Freedom and excitement.†Suddenly the light turned on. Right in front of him was a figure unlike any he had encountered before, and his eyes, his cold steel, grey eyes, drilled into him. “Work for me, and you’ll receive this desire.†In the Back of his mind a voice told him to run, to go back to his life, back to the cage. But it was too late for that now. He had tasted freedom, and now he wanted more. Steinman nodded. “Welcome to the Grey Order, Steinman.†Steinman Smiled. He had come home.

Razor seems amazed by the power to summon money at will, but when the question is asked of him he shakes himself and answers. "I do not know why you were called here. My job is merely to greet you, present the job, see if there are any takers, and get a better description of your unique skills." "We don’t know what’s kept in the safety deposit boxes within the fed because we don’t care. If you wanted to you could try to find out yourself…" Suddenly Steinman speaks up speaking quickly and twitchily. “over a hundred artifacts from various world organizations, including a collection of Hishikawa Moronobu wood block prints, something called the draconian staff, held by the feds from some cult, and the Mogkok ruby, being held until “marital affairs are settledâ€Â, not to mention the Numismatic Society’s collection of rare coins. There are more, anything the world, that someone wants kept safe." Razor looks at him over his shoulder with thin eyes, seeming to suggest anonymity, then turns back to the assembled crowd. “Before we discuss the details of the job, I want to make sure we are all still interested." Razor says looking at Belphegor, Exile, Ember, and Ronin

Dashel narrows his eyes at the brunette. He keeps his flash light trained on her face. “When a police officer gives you an order you’re supposed to follow it. Put your hands in the air and place them against the wall.†Then Dashel sneers. “And before you think about running… I could care less if you wanted to take some dead guy’s stuff. But I do care about this case. And now your hand and figure prints are on the door, shoe sizes are imprinted into the carpet, and your skin flakes are littered across the house, giving any good investigator your DNA, not to mention the fact that I've seen your faces. And as this is an ongoing investigation, if I don’t get your names and what you are doing here, your all going to be called in to answer questions that could have been avoided.†Dashel stops his smiling and suddenly looks grimmer tightening his hand on the pistol. "don't make me ask you again." Dashel keeps his eyes on the hands and eyes of the assembled punks, trying to determine if any one of them are going to try anything. After all, the first rule they teach you on the force: end your shift alive.