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So here's the big one. I'm going to be leaving Freedom City Play by Post. It might not be forever, but it's going to be for awhile. I've had a lot of fun here, but I feel like I'm not getting what I need to from the stories here. I'm grateful for my time spent here and the people I met, but I don't think I can stay. So goodbye.
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Instead of making her hacking happen while she's away, you could add ranks of Quickness with the Flaw Limited (Only when using Computers skill) or (Only when hacking). That'll make her very, very fast at it.
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You could do both. T sneaks into the morgue while M talks to the cops. I'm sure there won't be any embarrassing situations that come about because of that. This is also an excellent scene to talk out in the thread. Start posting.
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Is the plan to hit the morgue next or talk to police officers? Either way I'm going to need either some social rolls or some Stealth to get in.
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Hello?
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Brigandine's big fingers wrapped around the mercenary, pinning his arms to his sides and stopping him in place. She frowned as she saw Toes running for the new doorway, though. Most people who saw a mysterious door open in a ship wouldn't run into it. Which logically meant that this door wasn't mysterious to him. Which meant he was the one who hired the ninja. Which meant he probably knew what was happening here. All those thoughts went through the girl's head in a moment as she continued to pull herself into the room. She just yelled out "Vous ne pouvez pas m'arrêter! Revenez ici!" and reached out for Toes. She almost missed him, her fingers wrapping around some piping for a moment before they dematerialized and her arm kept reaching. In another moment he was captured, held fast as she did her best to pull herself in by her elbows. "Allo mon capitan," she said, smiling laser beams. "Do you do refunds on tickets?"
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Okay, Brig makes a melee attack on Toes. 1 + 7 = 8, that sucks. Spending a HP to reroll that, 2 + 7 = 9. Well at least I get to add 10 to that to make 19. That should hit, grapple check is 19+21 = 40. If that doesn't nab him I'll hat my hat. New numbers! More science! Results 10#1d20: 10 # 10 [1d20=10] 19 [1d20=19] 13 [1d20=13] 16 [1d20=16] 18 [1d20=18] 2 [1d20=2] 9 [1d20=9] 12 [1d20=12] 18 [1d20=18] 3 [1d20=3]
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If Toes is out and Brig grabbed the ninja, does she have to roll to grab Toes?
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Brigandine continued to shuffled awkwardly down the closed-in space, the eyes and body glowing with psychic energy that filled the entire space. She pulled herself around a corner just in time to see some spec ops ninja appear and throw something to the ground. The grenade bounced once on the metal decking before exploding; the tiny girl clenched her eyes she by instinct when she saw the explosive and so she just had spots in front of her eyes for a moment. Her ears were left ringing and useless, but she could see the now-silent ninja moving to do something else. With a kiai that she couldn't hear she surged forward, thick fingers wrapping around the figure. She grinned inside the armor, feeling confident and powerful even if she was temporarily deaf.
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By the board's house rules he's now Bound & Helpless. Guess it's time to start yelling at him.
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Her action this round, then? Brig's going to try and grapple this bozo. Melee attack check and then grapple check. 17 + 7 = 24 melee attack check, Grapple check is 9 + 21 = 30.
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Brig's first save is 5 + 3 = 8, so fail on that. Her second save is 19 + 3 = 22, so a success on that one!
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Ami heard a scream and the pounding of many booted feet towards her. She looked around the stark white corridor and swore at the inconvenient lack of hiding spots. She took a deep breath and began summoning her power, psionic energy leaking from her chakra points and beginning to wrap around her body like a shroud. Orange and white and green mist layered over her limbs and torso, creating a thick suit of force that began to lift her short body off the floor. Her eyes glowed with psychic power and when she bared her teeth more leaked out from her core. When the crowd of men rounded the corner, they were confronted with the sight of a womanly shape glowing and blocking the hallway, thick arms and legs starting to deform the ship around her. She let out a slowly building wail, feeling the power thrumming through her and almost sparking off her hair. Her voice reached a crescendo and she screamed "GET OFF MY SHIP!" at the crowd, her voice reverberating and echoing off the walls as the suit of armor began to shuffle forward.
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Oh-kay. Brig's gonna turn her armor on and go Large. Taking her full round action to try and get the gangsters to run away from her. Initiative is 2 + 12 = 14. Intimidate is 19 + 6 = 25, against the entire group.
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Fffff-- She can't Hide in Plain Sight because she doesn't have that. What happens if she goes Large size in the corridor? Is there room for that?
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The music faltered for a moment and Vincent nearly stepped on Ami's foot. Only a quick step from her saved her toes from a stomp, and she smiled off the faux pas. Her date smiled down at her and his hands slipped lower, and she suddenly felt herself tensing and preparing to throw him to the ground. Instead she used that judo training to extricate herself from his grip. "Pardonnez, Vincent," she said as she backed away. "I need to use the wash room. Need to... powder my nose." She turned around and quickly walked away from the dance floor, her slingbacks clicking on the wood deck. Ami turned a corner and emerged under the night sky, sighing and slowing down. Away from the light and the noise and the heat of the dance floor, away from Vincent's wandering hands and overpowering cologne, she could relax. She quickly ran through a meditation cycle, consciously could unclenching her muscles and reaching out with her senses. That's how she heard the meaty sound of flesh impacting flesh deeper in the bowels of the ship. That suggested itself to be what she had actually come on this barge to find out and she quickly moved to investigate. The young woman stepped out of her heels and slipped them into her purse, pulling out a pair of tabi and slipping those on over her stockings. With the hard-soled shoes safely away she padded noiselessly over to a crew door. The tiny woman pressed herself into a notch between a bulkhead seam and a cluster of pipes, waiting for a moment as a bulky man in jeans and a raveling sweater opened the door and stepped out to the railing. As he lit a cigarette she slipped behind him and inside, then down deeper into the depths of the riverboat.
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Happy birthday, Ecal. Wish you were here.
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I think Brig's going to start by making a Bluff check to get away from her date with grace. Then she'll Stealth down there. No powers as yet, since that involves getting big and glowy. Results 10#1d20: 10 # 18 [1d20=18] 12 [1d20=12] 19 [1d20=19] 5 [1d20=5] 19 [1d20=19] 17 [1d20=17] 9 [1d20=9] 2 [1d20=2] 1 [1d20=1] 19 [1d20=19] Bluff has Skill Mastery, so that's 22 to slip away. Stealth is 10+18 = 28 to avoid being detected by any mob guards.
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A Martel was trained in stealth, impersonation, and deception. The inheritors of Charlemagne were expected to be able to swim across a river, talk their way past a guard post, and scale a tower before doing battle against soul-destroying great evil. It was a hard, demanding lifestyle and sometime it forced its adherents into life-threatening danger. Right now Ami Rask could have done with some life-threatening danger. The riverboat was threatening to bore her to sleep. She had finagled an invitation on-board by putting on a glamorous white dress and hanging onto the arm of someone who thought of himself as a glittering, dashing young thing. She had heard rumors that the boat was one of the mob's fronts in the city, used for illegal gambling and dangerous hand-offs. She hoped that by being on board she could sniff out some of these deals and trace them farther up the chain, but the most offensive thing she'd seen so far was American wine being sold for ten dollars a glass. Her date was willing to spend the money for it, at least. Vincent Pfeffner's tailored suit clashed with his pimply chin and scarred knuckles, but she was coming to understand that such things were the norm for Bedlam's up and coming bachelors. Right now he was holding onto Ami's back too tightly as the shuffled on the dance floor, the music stuck somewhere between a waltz and a slow dance. "I'll be starting at Belchner's in a week or so," he said to her, affecting the sort of Yale accent one he thought a sophisticated college-bound sort should have. "I suppose I'll be going for a surgeon's degree -- medicine is in my blood, you know." "Emballant," Ami said, wondering if it would be worthwhile to try and bribe the bartender for some of that wine. "Will that not take much time, Vincent? You will be very busy with school, non?" He smiled down at her, his cologne washing over like a wave. "Medicine is in my blood, Ami. And I'm sure the professors understand who my father is." He winked at her. It took all of her training not to gag. If nothing happened soon she might have to make it happen.
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Happy birthday, TT. Here's hoping you have a good week.
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Tagging this.
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Brig's still good to go, yeah.
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Brig could be fun for this. She's another close-in fighter, but a lot more spectacular than Bugbear. She could be tracking down the casino on her own or be there with some obnoxious rich kid who's trying to impress her.
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Chrome kept up on his toes, swiveling his head even as his RADAR assured him that the bad guys had run off. It took him a few seconds to believe it, but even without thunderbolts or fireblasts coming in the situation was still precarious. Air Force One was on fire and almost falling apart, which lead to a deadly situation for anyone on-board. "Someone has to get the President out!" He leapt for the airplane, landing near one of the doors. He pinged the aircraft with his personal radio, talking aloud as he communicated with them. "Hey in there, the bad guys are beating feet! But maybe you want to the get the President out of there, anyway, because there's kind of a fire on one wing and I don't think that's very safe to stand by." He winced, realizing how thin that story was. "Pretty please? I promise I'm not a bad guy myself."