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x-Bagel-x rolled 8 6-sided dice:
6, 1, 4, 6, 4, 2, 2, 2
Total: 27 (8-48)
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 Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 1:14 pm
Bagels smile grew wider as the group of overdressed lackeys turned their backs to him. With more serious look on his face he removes the M1911 on his right and takes aim at the nearest thug with the intent of dropping him like a sack of potatoes. Just as he locked on the target through the black metal open sights he hearda gunshot from somewhere to his right. Follwed immediatly by the sound of a ricocheted round from somewhere in the bank.
In a snap decision Bagel drops to one knee to steady his shots and fires four rounds, each at the gunholding hands of the trench donned henchmen. Bagel prays that his countelss hours at the firing range will help him pull this off.
He had made a minor misitake and hadn't anticipated anyone would engage the villians that soon, typicaly theres a huge dramtic entrance whereby the villians are fully alerted. That was One of Captain Crush's habits. Well apparently this was a differnet world out here.
( group the dice by twos for each shot, acv 8, gun combat lvl2 (pistols-3) called shots to disarm+4) with a squating position for better fire control -1)
{edit (7, 10 , 6 , 4 ) }
missed one..damn
Bagel was now at a bit of a dissadvantage, that menuever has automatically de-activated his cloak device. He is now as visible as the various cars and objects around him. Plain as day he sits crouched across the depris covered street from the bank, gun in hand. This may not end well.
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Auren Shiro rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 10:14 am
Durandal heard the gunshots and winced.
"Oh for the love of --" Durandal swore something in no human language.
He popped out, and flicked the AUG from single-shot to full-auto, and sprayed the area.
(WHHHEEEE!!! SUPRESSIVE FIREEE!!!! ((Steyr Aug = AP x1, Autofire 10 dam)
Children, I need you... He called to his... 'hatchlings.'
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Man-Hungry Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 4:39 am
Adam was in an alley way across from the scene, his trenchcoat and hat on. On his shoulder was Ananasi, whispering in his ear.
"You know, technically we should go help them, but they have guns, and what do we have? A little poison and some claws." The whisper came.
Adam laughed and pull the brim of his hat lower. "I know, we're out gunned. Don't even have a place to stay yet. . . definately got to say, though, Century City definately isn't like home."
"Of course it isn't, back home you had a couple of dead beat cops who were chasing around the only thing that was cleaning up the little bit of crime there." The spider crawled off his shoulder onto the wall behind him.
"About that," Adam's voice growled a bit under his words. "Why were they chasing me? The local paper always had glowing reports about me."
A rasping chuckle escaped the spider. "Vigilante. It's against the law in this country."
"Oh. . ." He turned back to the scene to watch.
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