Samuel AllworthyYou clear your throat and focus, trying to bring back old instincts and music in an attempt to perhaps inspire and provide some possibly fitting music to this tense situation. Every situation is improved by music after all, and if nothing else this situation is in need of some rather decent improvement. As Freddie and Frogdo walk up to the group hollering at them, you see your chance.
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1 = 0]
It goes rather well for the first few notes but you don't think you're loud enough due to the car alarm, so you try to hum louder. It went well for the first two notes until you stumbled into a coughing fit, drawing attention to yourself. Guess you got a bit rusty underground, no surprise really, and the acoustics are all wrong too. Ah well, everyone has their off days right? Your throat feels a bit raw afterwards, stinging a bit, might be best to rest your voice for a short while it seems.
You distract yourself by browsing your HUD, searching for warehouses and restaurants. A bit of annoying zooming and expanding later, you see that there are warehouses in the hanger which sadly give little information due to being government held, but luckily there seems to be a few warehouses on the other side of the houses just across the street! Shouldn't take more than a few minutes if you can find a way to cut through the buildings, maybe five if you have to take the long way.
Your search for restaurants prove just as fortunate as well, they're almost everywhere in the commercial district although sometimes a good deal apart. However, it seems there's a mom and pop restaurant just across the street actually. You push the map away and glance at the buildings across the street trying to spot it, and sure enough there it is a bit of a ways down the road. The sign is in terrible condition, but you can make out enough of it to tell that it is indeed the restaurant.
HarveyYou draw your knives, one in each hand, and try to blend into the shadows as your allies attempt to defuse the situation. Well, you think that's what they're doing, one's screaming back at them and the other is attempting, but the four just seem to be getting aggravated by it. You creep outside of the concrete building and attempt to get closer to them, shouldn't be that hard yeah?
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You manage to get to the decrepit cars well enough, your allies distracting and the car alarm aiding your stealth, and you see a good spot just up ahead. But as you just about reach it your foot hits a can and it lets out a ping as it hits the concrete, rolling down the street. Soon two of the four men have their eyes on you and they're quick to point you out to the rest of them, bringing their weapons to bear. Well, this won't be good.
GroupFreddie and Frogdo leave the concrete building, moving towards the four survivors that are harassing Randall in attempt to explain the situation better and hopefully diffuse it from the mess it seems to be. Their arrival is accompanied by loud coughing by Samuel for some odd reason, but neither of them let that distract them from the tense situation.
"WE'RE LOOKING FOR FUCKING FOOD AND FUCKING WATER AS WELL! ANY FUCKING IDEA WHERE WE COULD FIND ANYTHING LIKE THAT? AND ARE THERE ANY MORE FUCKING SURVIVORS?"Yo maaaan, all we doin is searching for essential supplies to our continues existence such as food and water, yo. Know where we could pick up somma dat, y'dig?The four look at the newcomers with surprise, bunching together and holding their weapons a bit tighter, seeing as they're dealing with a group now instead of a lone mark. They don't seem as eager to look intimidating now that they realize they're up against a group the same size as them.
"'Where we can find food?' What do you fucking mean you're looking for food and water?! Bullshit, we know that bunker is loaded with food!" The man growled at the two before being cut off by the timid member of their group.
"I-I still think we should get going, these guys don't have food, we don't have time for this, we should go now! Right now, we gotta go now before someone else comes here, or--or--"Hold on there pal we can't bolt just yet, I'm sure this won't take too much longer, although we might need to knock some sense into these three. Look friends, we just want some food alright? We don't want to rough you up, well at least I don't." The second man shot a glance at the still fuming knife wielding man. He merely grunted in response to the accusatory look.
"He's just mad because he's a easy one to startle and rather hates it, once we get what we want he'll calm down." The first one smirked at making the comment, sniggering at his victim's response.
"I am not easy to startle!" The man's face reddened in shame at the remark, shaking his head.
"Look, we got off track now thanks to you two and we just wasted more time! Just hand over the food and we won't have to hurt you!" The man jabbed his knife in Randall's direction.
Randall however wouldn't be having any of this, and while they were talking amongst themselves he was backing up, and by now he was at Freddie's side.
"-I-I-We don't have any food. We were sent to gather food. We are looking for the same thing as you"The angry man just grew more frustrated at this.
"And that's bullshit, look at you three! Fed and happy in your little stockpile, not wanting to share it with us in the fucking cold!"The casual man with the pipe looked out towards the cars at his left, something there drew his attention it seems. The bare-handed man followed his gaze until they both saw the same thing, pointing out the man crouched by the cars.
"Hey, these fellas were trying to pull a fast one on us! Distracting us while that there guy comes over and slices our throats while we don't notice!" The man held his pipe at ready as he stared at the blades bared by the man out in the derelict cars, Harvey and his knives.
To say the angry man took this well would be... Inaccurate.
"OH! SO NOW YOU'RE TRYING TO GET THE JUMP ON US!?" The man was visibly shaking with anger now, looking for something to take his anger out on and found his mark on the still wailing car, giving it a mighty kick.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!" This didn't garner much of anything however, other than the man cursing more and holding his foot in pain.
"Enough of this bullshit, if they won't hand it over just take it from them!"Two of the three looked at the five cautiously however.
"Now, I'm not much of one to bite off more than I can chew there buddy..." "Yes, yes, we should leave now and let them deal with whatever comes, not us!"The third however concurred with the leader.
"They're from the bunker, they wouldn't know how to fight if someone punched them in the face. Speaking of..." The man cracked his knuckles in an attempt to display martial prowess.
"Urgh, let's do this quickly then alright!""Eh, I've stuck through worse with you guys and we've come out alright. Ain't gonna change that now."Intimidation (Frogdo) [
3 +
1 = 4]
Before anyone could act however, Frogdo interrupted with a declaration, brandishing his weapon and waving it at the four while pointing out a splotch of blood on the handle. He spun a tale about how it was from the last group who tried to cause them trouble, a couple of Enforcers, saying that they 'showed the MAN their own justice.'
"Th-They killed enforcers? That's too much for me, this has taken too much time, I'm outta here! If you all want to get caught fine, I'm leaving before I die!""Er... Buddies, now I know what I said and all but if they killed an enforcer they probably still have his gear. And they got a bit of a number on us, well, uh... HEY WAIT UP THERE PARTNER I'M COMIN' WITH YAH!""YOU DAMN TRAITORS!" The man snarled as he held his knife with a white-knuckled grip, looking amongst the five for someone to vent on, finally resting his gaze on Randall.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU COULD OF JUST GIVEN US SOME OF YOUR FUCKING FOOD!"Speed (Survivor 1): [
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1 = 4]
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3]
Dodge (Randall): [
3]
Ties go to Aggressor in CombatEndurance (Randall): [
4]
The angry survivor charged Randall with a blind fury, holding his knife cocked in his arms ready to stab forward into the object of his rage's guts. As the man got close to Randall, Freddie readied his club and wound up his swing right at the man thrust his knife forward at his poor target. The mace's path ruffled the survivor's hair lsightly as it skidded centimeters above his head but ultimately missed its mark sadly. The knife however found its target in the arm, but Randall had jerked away just in time to turn what would of been a horrible gash into little more than a nick.
The angry survivor moved back to his ally, both surveying the five they're to take on with knife and fists at ready.
What do you all do?