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[Harry Baldman]

((Just in case it wasn't clear, the inspiration thing is only in case I could do it as a free action, as per the six and four I got. I think I'll change it.))

[Xanmyral]

[Oh, I see what you mean. Yeah, sorry I wasn't clear with Criticals but what happened was that you rolled a six on your roll with gave the chance for a critical confirmation, but you didn't quite make it with only a four.

The attribute activates (if you so choose) whenever you roll the six and get another six. I'll make it obvious if someone gets a critical, it would look something like this: [6!; 6! CRITICAL]]

[Xanmyral]

<~ && ~>

[Bah, left some of the copy-paste in.]

[Commercial District]

Spoiler: Group A (click to show/hide)

"Come on guys, we don't need to kick these guys asses! We came out here to get food, and that should be our goal. There's a restaurant over there, and it looks like a good start." Samuel attempted to persuade the group to stop their trouncing of the two idiotic survivors and get on with the mission that seems to have fallen on mostly deaf ears and one rebuttal.

Intimidation (Randall): [6! + 1 + 1 = 8; 2]

"-I-I will worry about food once this bastard stops being hostile. -N-Now, drop your weapons."

Randall turned his attention back to his captive with his knives to the survivor's throat, the man's eyes going wide as he finally grasped how truly of a bad plan of action he's taken. The knife clatters on the ground as the man's disposition changed, now seeming meek and cowardly to his boisterous anger from before, successfully cowed.

"A-alright, alright, you don't have to--have to press those hard that hard you know. I was just--just being stupid you know, no need to, ah, get hasty now."

Freddie couldn't help but congratulate Randall on his spectacular negotiation skills before he went to go deal with the last survivor. "Hey, that's some pretty good work there, Randy. Try interrogating this dude. I'll be right back."

"-Allright. T-Tell me how have you been surviving all t-this time out here."

"I--Not well, ah, no not well at all. I mean, yeah, we find food sometimes but not easily, it's dangerous out here and I'd rather starve than be caught out at night. I mean, just look at me, I'm more bones than fucking meat here. I, I just got a little crazy is all, yeah? So maybe you can not press those knives so hard, please?"

The man pleaded as he kept his eyes locked fearfully on Randall's hands, daring not to move. With Randall right on top of him it was easy to see that, beyond his clothes that he wasn't lying. The man's eyes were glazed over and his skin pale and dry, looking cracked in some places. This man might of been surviving but not well from the looks of it.

Harvey meanwhile decided to stay low and stick to the shadows as he moved around the apocalyptic parking lot until he was near his allies again. Anyone who'd see the group wouldn't even know he's there if he were to wager a guess.

Only feet away from the whimpering first survivor the second one gave a cocky grin as he banged his knuckles against each other in a display, bouncing lightly on his heels as he prepared another assault.

"Come on, come on, is that all you got you jiving punk?"

Assault (Survivor 2): [2]
Dodge (Frogdo): [6]

With another wind up the survivor throws a fake punch forward before quickly pulling it back and shifting his body behind another blow with his other arm trying to feint Frogdo out. The attack was all power no however and had no real accuracy behind it beyond trying to get it in Frogdo's general direction. Frogdo dodged easily by simply taking a step as the momentum of the survivor's blow sent him forward into nothing.

Knockdown (Frogdo): [3 - 1 = 2]
Dodge (Survivor 2): [4]
Assault (Frogod): [5 - 1 = 4]
Dodge (Survivor 2): [4]
Soak (Survivor 2): [2 - 1 = 1]

"AS A MATTER OF FACT, IT-"

Cutting himself off abruptly with a mighty intake of breath, Frogdo spat on the survivor on his chest causing the man to regard him with disgust.

"Urgh, that's disg--"

Frogdo wasn't one to rest on his heels though and followed up with an equally mighty kick towards the survivor's unmentionables, whom jumped back quickly to evade the blow that surely would of hurt.

"You fight as disgusting as you a--"

No rest for the Frogdo! With a primal shout he started to rain blows on the main with his club, the survivor only just dodging the first, getting clipped by the second, taken aback by the third, and the fourth made a loud crunch as it smashed straight into the man's face, sending him backwards clutching his bleeding head, the clatter of several teeth resounding as the pinked on the ground.

"AW GAUG MAH FESH!"

Knockdown (Freddie): [2]
Dodge (Survivor 2): [5 - 1 = 4]

Freddie went to take advantage of the situation while the man was distracted, and with a swing of his club attempted to dislodge the man's feet. However the survivor was skittish after the blow and, sensing Freddie's approach dodged the blow and backed away as he took his hands off of his bloody face and looked at the two with clenched fists and wide eyes. His jaw looks misshapen after the blow, tilted a little too much to the right than it should be.

[Outskirts]

Spoiler: Group B (click to show/hide)

Marion stalked quietly to the door of her daughter's bedroom and listened. Nothing, nothing but the sounds of a house settling and a few rats scurrying that have been disturbed from downstairs by the crash. From here she can see a bit into the room thanks to the crack in the door, and from the looks of it it's just as demolished as the rest of her home. Everything is in disarray, the closet dug through and many things strewn on the floor. Everything from torn clothes to old toys, torn posters of famous musicians and the recent pop-sensation over that people cheer for over the vid-com, there are even bits of paper strewn across the floor with a variety of things on them from drawings to writing.

You could also manage a look at your own room to find it in similar state, the drawers of your dresser thrown open and emptied and left in a pile on the floor after whoever searched through them didn't find what they were looking for.

By now you can tell that whoever searched your home was quick, but as a result not very thorough in their search. Your prior experience as an inspector tells you that they could of missed some places maybe, as it looks like they only hit the obvious spots people would hide or store stuff.

[These really are taking less and less time to write as time goes along. Tell me if I wrote something that sounds confusing or just plain weird though, I tend to accidentally skip over words sometimes when in the middle of writing.]
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Spoiler: Freddie Firenzo; Harry Baldman (click to show/hide)

Name: Freddie Firenzo
Gender: Male
Attribute: Inspiration
Short Description: a somewhat small man, balding, wears glasses and possesses a pencil mustache. Covers up encroaching baldness with a clearly stolen trilby and hides rather unimposing physique behind a somewhat oversized pastel blue tuxedo.
Short Biography: despite the rather dire nature of the situation, Freddie is quite glad, all in all, that whatever happened happened. He was in the middle of contemplating suicide when the sirens came, trying to decide upon a good method to carry out a deed. However, evacuation put a stop to that kind of thinking, and Freddie rather appreciates the circumstances due to this. Why, he could make off with an entire tuxedo and hat in the chaos, and nobody noticed. For him, this whole apocalypse thing is kind of a definite improvement, really. Certainly an opportunity to reinvent himself, find some sort of track to get his life onto at last.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, Metal Club
Health: Nominal
Wounds: None

Spoiler: Frogdo Badtirigidon; Xantalos (click to show/hide)

Name: Frogdo Badtirigidon
Gender: Male
Attribute: IRONMAN
Short Description: He's a short dude with curly brown hair, spiky stubble, and heterochromatic eyes - blue and brown.
Short Bio: Maaaaaan, he was a dude who came from the streets, maaaaan, and he was angry and resentful and stuff, maaaaan. He's a survivor because he, like, KNOWS da streetz, maaaaan.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, Metal Club
Health: Nominal
Wounds: None

Spoiler: Randall Steward; Tomcost (click to show/hide)

Name: Randall Steward
Gender: Male
Attribute: Intimidation
Short Description: a short and filthy dark-haired individual. His back is always slightly bended fowards, which gives him the impression of being a hunchback. Actually, he stays like that to remain unseen.
Short Biography: Randall's parents abandoned him when he was but a a kid. He survived in the streets pretty much as a rat, stealing food and hiding. Treated by everybody as scum, he never found a way to integrate into society and kept living with low standards.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, 2 Knives
Health: Nominal
Wounds: None

Spoiler: Marion Dupont; notquitethere (click to show/hide)

Name: Inspector Marion Dupont
Gender: Female
Short Bio/Description: A tall, commanding woman, previously an investigator in Ship Enforcement. After the warning sirens she moved in an orderly fashion to the nearest bunker. Her goals are: A. Find out if her daughter is safe. B. Get to the bottom of what's going on.
Attribute: Hammerer
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, Metal Club
Health: Nominal
Wounds: None

Spoiler: Harvey; Patrick Hunt (click to show/hide)

Name: Harvey
Gender: Male
Attribute: Hammerer
Description: Fairly tall with a lean but muscled body, long black hair and bright blue eyes.
Background: Winging it.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, 2 Knives
Health: Nominal
Wounds: None

Spoiler: Samuel Allworthy; Persus13 (click to show/hide)

Name: Samuel Allworthy
Gender: Male
Attribute: Inspiration
Short Description: A tall formally dressed man with a conductor's baton
Short Biography: An orchestra conductor who managed to get to the shelter on the way to a concert.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, 2 Knives
Health: Nominal
Wounds: None

[Tomcost]

Randall kept on investigating:

-You seemed t-too cocky about your f-fighting, but I'm sure that you d-didn't survive so much by trying to stab people. What's the worst thing you have faced, or seen?

[Xantalos]

Feint, then kick in unmentionables and attempt to make him fall over. If successful, begin whacking him in the shins with my club until he surrendurs.

[Harry Baldman]

"Hey, you mind just surrendering? I mean, we're not going to kill you anyway. Hell, we're probably not going to even rob you or anything. We just really need you to point us in the direction of other survivors and all that."

Ask the guy standing up this.

[notquitethere]

The empty trashed room gives Marion some glimmer of hope. Perhaps Belle got out? If so, she knew her daughter would have left a note of some kind. Even if not, Marion decided to scour the apartment looking for anything left behind by the looters, any notes, supplies or even just intact mementos.

[Patrick Hunt]

Continue being invisible.

(( Will we develop traits or skills if we use specific skills enough? ))

[Xanmyral]

Continue being invisible.

(( Will we develop traits or skills if we use specific skills enough? ))

[Yep. But that's most likely going to be an 'end of major event' kind of thing instead of a 'do something an arbitrary amount of times' kind of thing. Bridge, get there, etc.]

[Patrick Hunt]

(( Np. I'll be sticking to the stealth style anyway. ))

[Xanmyral]

<~ && ~>

[Another late night Friday Update.]

[Commercial District]

Spoiler: Group A (click to show/hide)

Randall continued squeezing the whimpering survivor for whatever he's worth.

"-You seemed t-too cocky about your f-fighting, but I'm sure that you d-didn't survive so much by trying to stab people. What's the worst thing you have faced, or seen?"

"N-no, no, I just lost my head is all, honest! I--We're starved, we can't think straight, we thought you guys had food and latched on like rabid dogs. I-I'm not that good in a fight, you saw for yourself, that guy beat me without a sweat! The worst thing, what do you think? Hunger, I haven't eaten for weeks... I think. The days and nights are a little screwy now."

Social (Randall) [6] [I think Random.org is trying to make up that rolled one to you in triplicate.]

Randall however can read this man like a book, his face the page and his every twitch, his ever movement words that flow onto the pages by the hundreds, thousands, Randall's eyes reading them in an instant. This man is lying, horribly lying, deceptively lying to you, on both questions. There may be some kernels of truth but each is given up with regret and lies eagerly shoved forth in front of your eyes. He thinks he can hide it, but he's wrong. Very, very wrong.

Meanwhile Harvey continues lurking in the shadows watching over the group. He's their guardian angel, their dark knight, their mysterious stranger, as long as Harvey watches nothing bad can happen. Or so it goes at least, everyone seems a bit too preoccupied to notice Harvey swathed in shadows.

Freddie steps forth with a reasonable request to the over-his-head survivor.

"Hey, you mind just surrendering? I mean, we're not going to kill you anyway. Hell, we're probably not going to even rob you or anything. We just really need you to point us in the direction of other survivors and all that."

"Get this asshole out of my face and I'll talk alright, I give, I give!" The survivor bargained as he took a step back and held his hands out in front of him to try and ward off any blow that might come his way, still evidently not trusting them but very much not wanting to die.

Knockdown (Frogdo) [5 - 1 = 4]
Dodge (Survivor 2) [1 + 1 = 2

Nonlethal Assault (Frogdo) [5 - 1 = 4]
Dodge (Survivor 2) [6 - 1 + 1 = 6]

Frogdo came in with a powerful swing of his mace, the metal club whistling through the air as it headed for the survivor who tried to put up some form of defense in the way to block the blow, clenching his eyes shut at the expectation of more pain.

"Oh god why?!"

However his pain didn't quite come from where he expected, as with a swift thud the mace stopped, and Frogdo's foot planted itself in the man's groin. The man to collapse after letting out a howl of confusion and pain, seeing stars and very distracted right now.

Frogdo didn't stop at that however, bring his club down in an attempt to bash the man's legs, however each time he struck he met concrete as the man rolled around on the ground in pain. ...It isn't actually obvious or not if the man's even aware of being attacked right now honestly.

"I give, I give, I surrender, stop, ahhh why?!"

Hm, Frogdo supposes that counts as a surrender all right.

[Outskirts]

Spoiler: Group B (click to show/hide)

Looting (Marion): [2 + 1 = 3]

Marion searches around the house, looking at the places she knew where things would be. Most things were in disorder and strung about, but even so this was her home, she knows all the nooks and crannies.

After a thorough search she manages to find her good lighter, at least a two days worth of food and water if she rations it out, and working pair of handcuffs from when she was an inspector, never know when those might come in handy.

During the search she noticed that even though a large portion of the house was trashed and ruined, there was a single portrait still handing on her wall in her bedroom. It was a modest sized picture in a modest frame displaying a modest family. Her family. Marion can see herself smiling as she held her daughter close to her, her daughter giving a wide gap-toothed smile. It was an old photo, from when Marion managed to get a day off at the office and took her daughter out to the central park, a week after her daughter lost a tooth. The grass looked vibrant and the clouds, even if fake, looked fluffy and white, everything calm and serene. It was a picture of better times.

Marion took the photo and girded herself. She hadn't searched her daughters room yet. With a slight push the door creaked open revealing the mess she saw before in full, clothes and papers strewn about everywhere and the furniture smashed or wide open, the aftermath of a swift and brutal search. She looked around the room for any clue of where her daughter could of went, a note or something. Just before she was about to think about giving up she noticed a piece of paper hidden behind the ruined nightstand, it looked newer and she didn't recognize it.

Its wooden confines gave up its paper treasure as Marion looked it over. On it was a hurried scribbled scrawling of letters, something written quickly as if hurried.

"I don't know what's going on but there are strange noises and shouting coming from outside. I hid in my room like you told me if something were to happen, and waited for you but after a while an enforcer came in our house. He said that he was a friend of yours and was evacuating the building, I tried to get him to wait for you but he said that we had to hurry because the others were already leaving and he wanted to make sure I'm safe. I managed to get him to let me write this for you, and I'm sorry I didn't stay where you told me to. He said that we're going to the Hanger, that they set up a safe haven there and were trying to get who they could there. Mom... I'm scared. I don't know what's going on or what to do, please please please find this, I hav--."

It ends abruptly there.

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Spoiler: Freddie Firenzo; Harry Baldman (click to show/hide)

Name: Freddie Firenzo
Gender: Male
Attribute: Inspiration
Short Description: a somewhat small man, balding, wears glasses and possesses a pencil mustache. Covers up encroaching baldness with a clearly stolen trilby and hides rather unimposing physique behind a somewhat oversized pastel blue tuxedo.
Short Biography: despite the rather dire nature of the situation, Freddie is quite glad, all in all, that whatever happened happened. He was in the middle of contemplating suicide when the sirens came, trying to decide upon a good method to carry out a deed. However, evacuation put a stop to that kind of thinking, and Freddie rather appreciates the circumstances due to this. Why, he could make off with an entire tuxedo and hat in the chaos, and nobody noticed. For him, this whole apocalypse thing is kind of a definite improvement, really. Certainly an opportunity to reinvent himself, find some sort of track to get his life onto at last.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, Metal Club
Health: Nominal
Wounds: None

Spoiler: Frogdo Badtirigidon; Xantalos (click to show/hide)

Name: Frogdo Badtirigidon
Gender: Male
Attribute: IRONMAN
Short Description: He's a short dude with curly brown hair, spiky stubble, and heterochromatic eyes - blue and brown.
Short Bio: Maaaaaan, he was a dude who came from the streets, maaaaan, and he was angry and resentful and stuff, maaaaan. He's a survivor because he, like, KNOWS da streetz, maaaaan.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, Metal Club
Health: Nominal
Wounds: None

Spoiler: Randall Steward; Tomcost (click to show/hide)

Name: Randall Steward
Gender: Male
Attribute: Intimidation
Short Description: a short and filthy dark-haired individual. His back is always slightly bended fowards, which gives him the impression of being a hunchback. Actually, he stays like that to remain unseen.
Short Biography: Randall's parents abandoned him when he was but a a kid. He survived in the streets pretty much as a rat, stealing food and hiding. Treated by everybody as scum, he never found a way to integrate into society and kept living with low standards.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, 2 Knives
Health: Nominal
Wounds: None

Spoiler: Marion Dupont; notquitethere (click to show/hide)

Name: Inspector Marion Dupont
Gender: Female
Short Bio/Description: A tall, commanding woman, previously an investigator in Ship Enforcement. After the warning sirens she moved in an orderly fashion to the nearest bunker. Her goals are: A. Find out if her daughter is safe. B. Get to the bottom of what's going on.
Attribute: Hammerer
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, Metal Club, 2 Rations, lighter, handcuffs, family photo
Health: Nominal
Wounds: None

Spoiler: Harvey; Patrick Hunt (click to show/hide)

Name: Harvey
Gender: Male
Attribute: Hammerer
Description: Fairly tall with a lean but muscled body, long black hair and bright blue eyes.
Background: Winging it.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, 2 Knives
Health: Nominal
Wounds: None

Spoiler: Samuel Allworthy; Persus13 (click to show/hide)

Name: Samuel Allworthy
Gender: Male
Attribute: Inspiration
Short Description: A tall formally dressed man with a conductor's baton
Short Biography: An orchestra conductor who managed to get to the shelter on the way to a concert.
Inventory: AFU, Comm, HUD, 2 Knives
Health: Nominal
Wounds: None

[Harry Baldman]

"Glad that you people could see things our way, really. Now, my question is, where'd you people even come from?"

Ask!

[Xantalos]

"Glad that you people could see things our way, really. Now, my question is, where'd you people even come from?"

Ask!

NOW THAT YOU'VE SURRENDERED LIKE LITTLE BITCHES-
I'm willing to talk peaceable like. Answer the man's question.

Be menacing.

[Patrick Hunt]

Look around discreetly, continue being the dark knights way more awesome little brother.

[Tomcost]

-A-And that was one of the biggest lies I've seen. S-See, life in the bunker had not been as n-nice as you think. We also had f-food problems, and they begun getting worse once you survivors begun to have p-problems to find more. Y-You know, everybody likes fleshier meals.-Randall then waits in a dramatic pause, and smiles with his rotten filthy teeth at the downed man- S-so, w-which kind of survivor do you want to be, the useful one, or one of those who ends up as soup?

[If he agrees:]

-T-Then tell me all that you know and all t-that you have seen.

((Creepy enough?))