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Total Members Voted: 6

[Xantalos]

((Or me.))

[Tomcost]

((I like how all of us don't trust in the RNG))

[flabort]

((I think the guy who ends up with a broke knee has a bad day))

[Xanmyral]

<~ && ~>

[Well, here's my first ever combat update it seems.]

[Commercial District]

Spoiler: Group A (click to show/hide)

Initiative (Freddie): [1]
Initiative (Samuel): [2]
Initiative (Harvey): [5]
Initiative (Randall): [6]
Initiative (Frogdo): [2]

Initiative (Survivor 1): [1]
Initiative (Survivor 2): [4]

Randall holds his knives close to him as he watches the once highway, now a battle field, closely waiting for his moment to spring with his eyes darting to both of the enemies quickly, keeping a watch on their movement.

Stealth (Harvey): [6!; 2]
Perception (Survivor 1): [6 - 1 - 1 = 4]
Perception (Survivor 2): [6 - 1 = 5]

Harvey meanwhile sighs as he watches the other two survivors grow smaller in the distance as they continue legging it, he then moving to a different spot in the crowded street to reattempt to hide. Quieting his breathing and taking deliberate, slow steps from toe-to-heel Harvey slipped into the shadows of the cars unseen. His movements were deft and utter silent so much that even a fly wouldn't notice his passing, the shadows his home and soon enough he was directly on the other side of the two survivors as his allies.

The unarmed survivor glanced to where Harvey was moments ago, then looking around but couldn't even fathom where he might of gotten off to. The other survivor was much too engrossed in his screaming match though to even notice Harvey's disappearance.

Assault on Frogdo (Survivor 2): [1]
Dodge (Frogdo): [6]

While disturbed at Harvey's disappearance the unarmed survivor saw an opening when he knew one and decided to focus on the four in front of him, deeming the obvious danger a, well, obvious danger.

"Do try to dodge this would you?" The man mocked Frogdo before charging, winding up a haymaker. With a solid stomp on the ground that lead into a jump the fist came flying towards Frogdo. If he would of been several feet to the left however, and the man's fist whacks a nearby car with a loud meaty clunk even heard over the alarm that was, by now, thankfully dying down finally.

Assault on Survivor 2 (Frogdo): [3 - 1 = 2]
Dodge (Survivor 2): [4]

"YO MAN WATS DIS YOU GETTIN UP IN OUR GRILL?! NO ONE GETS UP IN MAH GRILL YO!"

With a rage only held by those raised on the streets, Frogdo charged the cringing man with his mace held low to his right as if it was a golf club. With a powerful wind up the makeshift club hurtles towards the man's knee with a dangerous intent, but he wasn't down and out yet. With a quick roll to his side the mace followed the man's hand in clanking against the car, although this time with a much louder metallic ringing noise.

"That the best you got punk?" The survivor, ever cocky, flexes his hand and returns back into a fighting stance.

"Hey, anyone want to go check on the mom and pop restaurant across the way for food?" Samuel looked at the crowd expectantly. Hm, they didn't give an answer. Strange, that restaurant has some pretty good ratings too you know, four stars, which is pretty big for a small restaurant. You'd think people would be game for some food right about now. Ah well, maybe later right?

Simultaneous Action!

Knockdown on Survivor 1 (Freddie): [6!; 4]
Dodge (Survivor 1): [1]

Assault on Freddie (Survivor 1): [2]
Dodge (Freddie): [1]
Soak (Freddie): [5]

A shouting match flew into a rage between Freddie and the knife wielding man, both screaming retorts at the other with venom and indignation.

"AND YOU COULD HAVE JUST NOT BEEN A FUCKING IDIOT AND ASKED POLITELY FOR SOME OF OUR FUCKING FOOD!"
"OH, SO YOU DID HAVE FOOD! FUCKING LIARS, ALL OF YOU! I'LL GIVE YOU A FREE LESSON ON LIFE OUTSIDE THE BUNKER THEN, IT'S CALLED 'THIS IS WHAT WE DO TO LIARS!"

The man, intent to follow up on his words, swapped his knife the other way around in his hand and clenched both hands around it as he charged, both hands held high with the intent to stab Freddie viciously. His movements were sloppy and rushed, his face red and puffy as his bloodshot eyes focused on nothing but their target with no other intent behind them but to drive that rusty blade held tightly in his fists through it several times.

Freddie was ready.

As the man went high and swung down, he went low and brought his mace in an arc at the angry man's feet. The blow was swift and strong, knocking the survivors feet from under him so cleanly that his momentum sent him onto a car behind Freddie, flying over Freddie's crouched form with nothing but a confused look on his face.

Freddie notices a slight stinging on his shoulder, noticing that the blade had penetrated his shoulder slightly before he could knock the survivor off his feet. Nothing that won't heal given an hour or two though, and little to fret about.

Delayed Action!

Grapple; Pin (Randall): [5]
Grapple; Resist (Survivor 1): [1 - 1 - 1 = -1]

Randall sensed his moment, his eyes trained on the groaning man slumped on the car as he rolled over to not present his back in combat. A bad move, and one that Randall was quick to take advantage of. With a sudden movement he was on top of the angry survivor, both of his blades posed to cut deeply into the man's neck with little more than a twitch from his hands. The man could only look up in further confusion as he did utterly nothing to resist, still a bit out of it.

"-I-I wouldn't move if I were you."

"Fuckin... Bastards..."

Negotiations were going well indeed it seems!

[Outskirts]

Spoiler: Group B (click to show/hide)

You quietly creep towards the condo, keeping low and in the shadows when you can. Being this close allows you for a better look and one thing is clear: the building has definitely seen better days. Bits of the brick in the front wall are shattered, holes riddling the old stone from what looks like a variety of sources. The windows are all dusty and shattered, with one or two simply cracked or missing pieces. The doors have been wretched from their frames almost, smashed inward from some heavy force from the looks of it, although you can't identify what caused it as too much time has passed. The lobby isn't any better, trash and litter cover the floor and the walls are cracked.

You see the hallway to the lobby being cluttered with a variety of furniture, most smashed but some looks like they were used as makeshift fortifications or cover maybe. The door to the kindly land owner's room is on the floor inwards and from what you can see her room isn't in much better shape. As you move further inside, heading towards the closest and most sturdy looking of the two stairs up to your floor you can't help but hear the crunch of broken glass on your shoes, the sound causing you to wince and listen. You don't hear anything, and after a while continue your journey to the stairs.

You finally reach your floor, although it sometimes took having to swap stair cases due to one being too cluttered or damaged, and you head down the hall to your apartment. It feels surreal, this was a motion you've done many times in your life yet everything feels so... Wrong. There's no one nosy neighbor to say hello to you as you walk past, there isn't the old man at the end of the hall who always sits outside and scowls as he stares down the hall, no sounds of the noisy mother next door who tries to take care of her rambunctious children while their father is out late at work. There's nothing but silence.

Dodge (Marion): [5]

Just a few more steps and you'll be there, just a few more. One of your steps creaked loudly as the floor groaned in protest to a weight it hasn't had to dealt with for a while, the sounds of cracking soon followed. You jump back quickly as a hole soon forms, a chunk of the floor smashing down onto the floor below, then the floor below that in loud crashes that shake the entire building. They weren't lying when they said it wasn't safe you guess.

You edge around the hole and finally get to your door, or rather what was left of it. The door had been smashed open like many of the others, the lock broken and useless. You push the door open and it squeaks on its once oiled hinges as it displays what was once your home to you. The furniture was smashed, and many of the cabinets and doors were flung open in the living room, looking to be little of salvage at first glance.

You look down the small hallway from where you're at seeing the doors to both your room and your daughter's room still intact but left open, however obscuring whatever may lay inside for now.

What do you do now that you find what was once your home?

************

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

[Persus13]

"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."

[Patrick Hunt]

Follow the group discreetly keeping my knifes drawn. Stay in the shadows.

[Xanmyral]

Follow the group discreetly keeping my knifes drawn. Stay in the shadows.

By group do you mean the two fleeing?

[Tomcost]

-I-I will worry about food once this bastard stops being hostile.

Randall then spoke to the pinned man:

-N-Now, drop your weapons.

[Patrick Hunt]

(( No my allies, if they move I follow them otherwise I do nothing. ))

[Xantalos]

AS A MATTER OF FACT, IT-

Interrupt the sentence by spitting in his face, then quickly kicking him in the unmentionables and commencing to beat him about the head until he cries like a little kitten.

[Tomcost]

((I suppose that you would be beating him with your hands instead of your mace, right? RIGHT?))

EDIT:

((Oh, well, you don't mean the already pinned survivor, but the other one who failed miserably at punching you, right?

[Harry Baldman]

"Hey, that's some pretty good work there, Randy. Try interrogating this dude. I'll be right back."

Try and knock down the other survivor as well. If the survivor is already sufficiently immobilized, disarm him instead.

[Tomcost]

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

[Xanmyral]

<~ && ~>

The Mechanic's Corner!
"Where attempts to explain how stuff works take place."

Figuring I should probably tell you guys that are attempting multiple actions that doing such would cause a minus [-1] to both of the actions, due to divided attention/balance reasons.

I got things down so far as Frogdo attempting a knockdown [because really, if that works that guy is going to be on the ground in pain] and then assault, and Freddie inspiring then either knocking down or disarming dependent.

Note that attempting to attack twice requires dual-wielding which has penalties dependent on the size of the weapon[small has a -1, medium -2, large -3; knife, bat, spear respectively.] Reason for this is because the health system is more based on how many times you get hit instead on how hard.

Although large weapons tend to eat two chunks of health instead of one, with some rare eating three and some rare medium sized weapons taking away two. Small weapons for the most part are kind of uninteresting due to this, you won't find one that might knock someone down based on a normal attack, or some other strange effect I might think of. If there is one its minor compared to medium weapons.

Guns might work differently due to rate of fire, so I'll cross that bridge when we get there. I'm thinking chained attacks with increasing minuses due to recoil right now.

If you have any qualms, complains, suggestions, random comments, etc I'm all ears to any of the above.

This line of action sound good to you two? Once I get that I can get to rolling up the Commercial group's stuff.

[notquitethere]

Her heart thudding a fearful stacatto, Marion grips her club tight and steps quietly up to the door to her daughter's bedroom. Memories of safe domesticity overwritten by the chaos of her broken home.