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[Xanmyral]

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[I'm going to be experimenting a bit to try and figure out a way that works good with me to do and present the turns, so I'll offer a little explanation as to what I'm doing now which is similar to last turn but a touch more refined.

When it comes to your character's section under the update, I'm just going to keep it to stuff that generally only applies to that character instead of the group, things such as doing things on their own or private conversations, messing with their HUD, etc.

If it's something the other characters wouldn't know about, it goes in there basically. If you don't have a character section, that just simply means you didn't do anything that I would define as private.]

[Commercial District]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Samuel Allworthy

You 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.

Musical Inspiration: [1 - 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.

Harvey

You 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?

Stealth: [3]

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.

Group

Freddie 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): [2]
Speed (Freddie): [2]
Concurrent!

Attack (Freddie): [3]
Dodge (Survivor 1): [5 - 1 = 4]

Attack (Survivor 1): [3]
Dodge (Randall): [3]
Ties go to Aggressor in Combat
Endurance (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?

[Outskirts]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Marion Dupont

You pick your way across the street and stick to the shade as you follow the faint blue line floating above the ground, given to you by your map after you corrected the route. You see many ruined sites as you move your way through the outskirts, broken buildings and trashed cars, burnt trees, it all enforced a single clear message. Whatever happened wrecked a lot of stuff to cause this much damage. The ground is absolutely littered with broken glass and paper, refuse and grime to where you almost couldn't see the ground in some places, each step ruffling paper or knocking trash about if you weren't careful. You note a strange lack of bodies or bones, any kind of remains of anyone that could of died as you make your way. With the stories of how many died, you'd think you would see something at least, some bone or skull or hell, even a rotting corpse. But no, you see nothing that would clue that people had died in whatever had happened here, nothing.

Thirty minutes passed in what seemed like an eternity in this dead city, the only sound you ever heard during your whole trip being your own steps. Before the event this place was alive and vibrant with people, there was always those out and about, talking and joking around or heading to some important meeting or something. But here there's no one, not a single soul in this ruined concrete shell of a city, nothing but you and the ruined buildings.

Soon the condo comes into view, a building you know well although it has seen much, much better days since when you last saw it. The walls are cracked, almost all the windows broken or in disrepair, even the doors are barely hanging on a single hinge, smashed inwards and the center splintered and ragged. On the front of the building someone had left their mark, a tag from a spray paint can it seems, something you know wasn't there last time you saw the building. It says 'not safe,' painted over the cracks and broken bits of building so it must of been from after whatever caused the damage.

What now?

[I'm pleased to say that this took much quicker. Or at least felt quicker, a lot was going on. Also I proofread it since the last update was rife with bad things.]
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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

[Harry Baldman]

"AND YOU COULD HAVE JUST NOT BEEN A FUCKING IDIOT AND ASKED POLITELY FOR SOME OF OUR FUCKING FOOD!"

Freddie thinks the negotiation is going pretty well.

Sweep the angry shouty man's leg with the mace, try to make him topple over.

[Persus13]

"Hey, anyone want to go check on the mom and pop restaurant across the way for food?" Wait for a response.

(How does inspiration work?)

[Patrick Hunt]

Shake my head at the 2 watching me in exasperation as they run, attempt to hide amongst the cars.

[Tomcost]

((Ties go to the aggressor. Hmm, better attack then ask))

If Freddie manages to make the survivor fall, rush to him and put my knives in slicing position around his neck, then say:

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

If someone gets attacked, just attack the attacker.

[Xanmyral]

((Ties go to the aggressor. Hmm, better attack then ask))

Combat is harsh and favors the one who starts the fight. But really you got these two so badly outnumbered and out gunned that I don't think it would matter much, then again cornered rats bite just as hard.

(How does inspiration work?)

Sorry for not explaining it well, basically whenever you do an 'active action' (basically something you're initiating and focusing on) you have the chance to Crit. You Crit by rolling a six on that action, and another d6 is rolled to confirm to where if another six is rolled, you Crit. When you Crit, you have the option to activate your attribute if you so wish.

So for you, let's say the previous turn you would of gotten a six instead of a one. Since you were doing an action that had the chance to Crit, I roll to see if it happened. If it did, I would of asked you who you wanted to apply Inspriation to, which I would assume would be all of your allies. Of course it would of stacked with the initial action which would of given a bonus to your allies rolls anyway for a hilarious bonus.

Shake my head at the 2 watching me in exasperation, counter attack if they move for me.

Ah, sorry, I suppose I should of said 'read your character's section of the update, and the group section as it may be applicable.' Those two are trying to beat feet right now.

[Patrick Hunt]

Fixed.

[Xantalos]

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

Shout extremely bad stereotypical slang, break the knee of the closest enemy person.

[Xanmyral]

Xantalos, quick question. That a flavorful regular attack or a called shot?

Called shot: -1 to aim but you have a 1/3 chance to cause a wound.

I ask this because I can see it going either way.

[Xantalos]

Hmm.
Called shot, I think.

[Xanmyral]

Right, thank yah. That means I have all the rolls done for the Commercial Group but I have to wake up in early tomorrow so turn tomorrow.

I will say this: someone winds up having a really bad day.

[Xantalos]

Of course!

[notquitethere]

Hmm... this doesn't look good. Not good at all.

Quietly sneak into the building, heading for the apartment.

[Patrick Hunt]

(( Oh god I'm so going to die aren't I? ))

[Tomcost]

((I think that it's me who is going to die))