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finally Mara spawned back in as the timer hit zero, immediately taking off towards Jessica before cutting off to the side into another hallway. "Not many places. Could hack the map...no, no cheating. Should be - here." Stopping for a moment she 'pointed' with her character towards a little shadow-hidden alcove and ducked backwards into the alcove opposite, watching with great satisfaction as her HUD updated to reflect the generous - if rapidly-depleting - ammo count on the minigun. She let herself grin a little, pausing to let Jessica catch up and grab her alt ammo. "Mmhmhm. Yes. More dakka."

Hey...now there's a familiar face. Gaian Knight snapped his finger, pointing at Sparksmith. "I remember you! The thing at the bridge, right? Talos and his tin-can army. That must have been...what, three, four months ago?" Gaian nodded, unconsciously resting a hand back on the hilt of his sword. "That sounds like a decent plan to me. I'm certainly glad I'm not the one out there talking to the kids." I have a hard enough time getting my class to pay attention, and they're paying to be there! "We'll be ready if something happens. We can see at least some of the street from back here -" (he gestured at the 'missing bricks' built into the wall) "- and I can take this thing down a on short notice."

"Some. Slow night. Weapon could be better. Nice rocket launcher." hm - maybe She glanced quickly between Jess' arsenal and her few remaining shots. no - better not "Will find something soon enough. Luck never lasts forever." She may as well have been a prophet. No sooner were the words sent than she spotted a sniper at the far end of the room - try as she might, a shotgun's no good at that distance and her damageless shot was rewarded with a bullet in the forehead. Scowling as her screen went black and red, she made careful note of her killer's handle. "All yours, Jess." and mine later She eyed the respawn timer, tapping a finger on her mouse. should have taken the rockets

Mara smiled a little, humming lightly as she started putting some distance between herself and likely spawn points. "Don't know what you mean. Accident, I'm sure. Finger slipped. Glitch in the system. Mistaken identity." revenge is sweet Even 'handicapped' by forgoing her datalink, Mara took the opportunity to steamroll right over a few other players in her path, each of them getting an avatar full of shotgun lead (FlyFlyDragonfly has just shotgunned Th3Man; FlyFlyDragonfly has just shotgunned Demonoid; FlyFlyDragonfly has just shotgunned URMOM) as she hunted for a better weapon...and had very little luck. Eyeing her rapidly decreasing ammo count, the young woman momentarily wished this level wasn't quite so randomized.

She shrugged, typing back. "Not as old to me. Didn't...get to play games much when I was younger." awkward - move on - other games interesting ":p You pick the game today, then. Pick a good one, though. Stress to work off. Teenagers to make cry. Will learn as I go."

"Or breaking a truck," Dragonfly added, more than a little wryly. She seemed to have completely overlooked the playful squeeze...possibly a good thing for her ability to focus. "Good plan. Functional, should be fast. Possibly disable the fire escape? Choice between jail or two-story drop is in our favor."

Mara, for her part, was sitting in an old, overstuffed cloth chair that looked two days from busting a seam. In her lap was a light slab of polished metal - apparently her idea of an improvised desk - on which rested a wireless keyboard and mouse that didn't look like they got much use. She was even making rare use of a large monitor and equally-large speakers, both of which looked like they'd been collecting quite a lot of dust. filthy in that closet - surprised I still had them - at least computer has a microphone built in She got a small flashing alert in the corner of the screen a few moments before Jessica's voice came through. Stretching a little, she settled back into her chair. "Mm. I'm here."

She tapped the finger, frowning. "Mm. Better plan. Cooler heads prevail? Thank you." prefer higher-technology targets - recon - blueprints - preparation time - standard building designs possible layouts - unknown design philosophy - building codes at minimum "Probably a fire exit. Alleyway? Unknown other exits. Could sabotage an electronic lock, but physical doors more difficult. Wedge shut, bend hinges, physical blockage with dumpster...." She shook her head. "No good plans. Not entirely used to teamwork. Will follow your leads."

October 1st (Friday), Human Target. Which, no, has almost nothing to do with its comic counterpart. But I like it anyway.

He shook his head, shrugging. "That's certainly one option. I'm kind of in favor of just watching, myself...we can see what they're going to do from back here and stop them if we have to. If one of the others is feeling pretty diplomatic they can always step in...heh. I'm not always so good at the whole 'talk them down' thing, myself."

Gaian Knight cut off his friendly chatter in mid-sentence, holding up a hand and pointing through his peep-hole at the group on the street. When he spoke, it was almost a whisper. "It looks like we finally have some company. If this all goes downhill I'll take down my wall...but if you want it down before then, just let me know." In the meantime, Gaian kept a careful eye on the streets, watching the six chat. This is going to be really embarrassing if they're just a group of six random kids.

Dragonfly scowled, regarding the bar and tilting her head. calm - rational - think it out - too far to lose it now "....difficult. Too many variables. Not enough information." She crossed her arms, idly tapping a finger against her still-jacketless skin. "Pure shock and awe endangers or confuses relatively innocent patrons, bystanders, employees if the business is just a front. Soft approach equally dangerous if it isn't. Poor experience with bars. Will follow your lead." She hesitated, but added, "....am voting for unsubtle, though. Tentatively. More satisfying."

Practically on queue Dragonfly re-entered the room, pulling on and securing her newly-repaired gauntlets. "Same, mostly. Location for The Old Oak. Evidence - financial records; monthly transfer from the Oak. Phone number's a fake name and address. Grim humor - drowned man, address in the middle of the river." She eyed the scientist with complete and utter contempt written all over her face...even with half her face hidden behind the visor. "Financial records will be supplied to the police, along with everything you did. Won't need a good lawyer at your trial. Will need a miracle."

Ah. Given the number of people who seem to take Wealth and/or Profession, and seeing as the rule turns a skill into pretty much pure fluff, I just figured it would've been listed somewhere. But now I know! And knowing is half the somethingsomething.

Is this the case? That is, does Profession no longer affect your Wealth? If that's so, it might be good to add to the house rules, maybe...sure surprised me when I heard.

Moar. MOAR OOC POSTS Dragonfly figures you two will do better in there at the social thing than she possibly could, so she's (and I'm) taking advantage of the pause to repair the damage she did stunting the escape from the burning warehouse. Simple repair, DC15 (which she easily, easily surpasses taking 10, even with the -2 penalty for having to use a multitool) and should take a few minutes. Plenty of time to make a scruple-less scientist pee his pants!

Making it back just in time to catch "Nothing lasting" through the door, Dragonfly made a fist and stayed outside the room through sheer force of will. time for that later - priorities - will do better in there without me blowing up Grabbing a couple of chairs, she 'folded' some bits and parts out of storage and pulled off her gauntlets, grabbing her multi-tool out of its sheath at the small of her back. Expertly popping open one scarred metal plate and muttering to herself, the young woman got to work repairing some damage. fired - salvageable - broken - remarkably intact - contained - better than I'd hoped - live wire ow

Chuckling, Gaian glanced over at his teammate. "Don't we all. Well, that's good enough for me. I guess I'll find out more soon enough...if these kids ever actually show up." He turned back to watching the street, a hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "You know, you sign up to be a superhero and they never tell you about all the waiting. I swear I've put in more hours floating on my rock or standing around on a rooftop than I've put in working my day job."

Gaian Knight chuckled. "If you think that's good, you should have seen me raise the bay out of the water. Now that was fun." Leaning up against his new wall, he watched the street through one of the gaps while he made conversation. "So...what do you do? Or I guess 'how do you do things' might be a better question."

Dragonfly pushed herself back upright, silently leaving the room and closing the door behind her. Some directions from a helpful guard and a bit of navigating later she found herself in the scientist's offices, scowling and looking around. dislike hospitals - clean white empty cold - reminds me of the lab Shaking the thought out of her head she located the computer, flicked it on, and took a seat in a convenient chair as it whirred up to life. The lights danced behind her eyes as it came to life, spinning through files and data as fast as the hard drive could move. nothing untouched - no file unturned - want everything he has - everything

Taking 20 on this computers check (no penalty for failure I'm aware of), because she wants to know as much as possible. Anything worthwhile she finds will be sent over to her own base's computer for records and safekeeping, just in case. So that's a 35 check, taking (20 x ['a few minutes, or longer'])/100 minutes, looking for information on the guy's contact(s), records, recordings, numbers, that kind of thing. As long as she'll be at it for a while (possibly a second 35 check?) she'll look for records and notes on what was done to the girl, so that there's actually evidence and a record this time. All this checking gives Cannonade and Slick time to do things their way, too. :v:

Mara shook her head. "Not good for your back...not good rest, either. Tomorrow sounds good...sorry to have woken you back up. Go sleep! Dream of 'smooches'. Should get back to my work anyway. Won't build itself."

"We've met. We got along well enough. I think he wanted...." Mara trailed off herself, listening to Jessica snore on the other end of the line. Shaking her head, she waited a few seconds then sent some light (if loud and high-pitched) feedback through the phone. "Wake up, then go to sleep properly. Sound tired. Sounds like a long day - need your rest."

"Rift, Rift...." Mara frowned, tapping a finger against the bench. "Short black hair, guitar player? We've met." She paused, finally adding, "He's...not my type." change the subject change the subject - suspect double date might be awkward Getting back up on her feet, she turned to fondly look around at her warehouse. "I get out sometimes. See a movie, treat myself to dinner. Pleasurable. If smoochless."

She tilted her head, thinking back. "Stopped two arms deals. Research...did stop by a junkyard and found very nice materials. Steel, military grade. Didn't know what he had. Was a steal. Not...literal, but almost." Mara shrugged, apparently completely unbothered by having spent most of the week in her warehouse. "Not much else. Quiet few days."