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Post by Bodvarsson on Sept 9, 2016 9:34:15 GMT
"Blue blistering barnacles!" Dadi squeals as he turns on a sixpence waving his sword menacingly in the old mans face before huffing and puffing his apologies, nudgeing the man in what he assumes is a friendly way with his elbow. "Bah! Could have been worse eh?, chum? Nothing to get your nose hairs in a twist about though eh?". As dadi quitens down and hears the man he furrows his large catapilla eyebrows, "oh... Well... Yes of course! T'would be an unrelenting and unexpected pleasure." He swashes his sword dangerously towards the woman in a terrifying display of negligence accidentally slashing a lamppost "what have you spritely Young things been up to since the shortage and do you have any food?" He asks licking his chops.
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Post by DM on Sept 9, 2016 10:57:33 GMT
The old man backs up from you as you widly swing your sword, "Careful with that," as he leads you towards the door with the old woman, "We have just stayed inside playing cards, our son scavanges for food and supplies from the other flats nearby. He should be home soon."
Once past the old woman you find yourself in a large grey stone stairwell, the pair lead you up 3 flights of stairs and into a flat. The flat is dark, lit with a few scattered candles, the living room appears to be filled with bookcases, tables and other such clutter, "It's not much but it's home," say the old lady smiling, "Make yourself at home I'll see what food we have spare," as she potters off through a door to the side. The old man takes up a seat around a table covered in cards and dominoes, "Care for a game?" He says gathering the cards together and pushing the dominoes to one side.
A few minutes later the old woman comes back with a tray ladden with a few sandwiches, busicuits and 3 cups of tea, "There you go dear, it's not much but once our son returns he'll have more for us," she says smiling as she sits between the 2 of you at the table joining in with cards.
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Post by Zack on Sept 9, 2016 12:08:12 GMT
"Close?" Zack mutters under his breath, taking his eye from the scope briefly, taking in the creature's fearsome countenance once more before refocusing on the scope, his thoughts racing underneath the surface. 'So, is this proof that mutants come in different mental states? I have seen a raged mutant and it fought without coherent speech... no, I must be overthinking, this one must just be fresh... maybe nothing has made it mad yet? But look at that cudgel! That could take my head off, it's straight out of Mad Max! No... I must think about this logically... What would Cooper do? ...probably something unnecessarily gallant. Can't escape without the bike, sure I could get over a garage easy enough but if it means me harm it will be right on top of me... Fine.I play it cool."Zack slightly adjusts the sight, the barrel rock steady, aimed at the centre of the mask.
"Peace?" Zack asks, calmly and clearly.
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Post by Wakuda on Sept 9, 2016 12:24:28 GMT
Recognizing the word, Wakuda begins nodding and tries his best to repeat it. "Peas" he growls slowly, head still nodding, wishing he could find the words to express himself.
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Post by Zack on Sept 9, 2016 12:27:54 GMT
Zack tries his best, he really does, it isn't enough.
"Peas? ... Hah!" He takes his eye from the lense and cannot suppress the laugh.
It doesn't stop.
(Readied action maintained but with -5 distraction penalty if forced to fulfill it)
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Post by Wakuda on Sept 9, 2016 13:04:52 GMT
Seeing the man has relaxed somewhat Wakuda feels great relief but is painfully aware of the gun still aimed at him.
Attempting to defuse the situation further he joins in the laughter and lowers one arm to unclip his 'morning star' and allow it to fall to the ground before raising his arm once more.
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Post by Bodvarsson on Sept 9, 2016 14:54:51 GMT
"Ah. erm.. what a beautiful home..." Bodvarsson mumbles "Of course man! Would love a game. LOVE a game. Haven't played in years mind but still got the Rodgers to give you a good jolly whip around the old pie staff what, what.... What are we playing?"
When the elderly woman comes in with sandwiches Bodvarsson devours them before anyone can protest. "General Bodvarrson by the way, a pleasure. When will the young whipper snapper be home?" He inquires licking his lips.
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Post by Zack on Sept 9, 2016 15:24:41 GMT
Zack twitches as the mutant reaches for his weapon. "Ohshi..." He says, laughter breaking in a heartbeat. The gun is raised and the sights lined up when it clangs to the ground... Sweat beads on his brow, finger on the trigger, thoughts sharp. 'What. The. Fuck.
Is this a threat? Does he mean to take me alive?
No. He laughed, he has brains... some of them.
That mask? Why won't he show his face?
Would I want to?
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No.' (No action, no ready. Pass turn.) |
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Post by Wakuda on Sept 9, 2016 15:39:25 GMT
Feeling confident that the man is somewhat less inclined to shoot him now and that his attempts at peace making are working Wakuda, he lowers one arm. Offering his hand as a final symbol of goodwill. "Me. Wakuda." he growls as he stops laughing.
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Post by Zack on Sept 9, 2016 15:51:03 GMT
Zack eyes the masked... man. 'What the hell am I doing.
No, I'm alone here, he might be useful.
I'm alone here...
So is he.'"Shut up Mary Poppins." He murmurs quietly under his breath and takes a gamble.
He relaxes his shoulders and lowers the butt of the rifle to the ground, leaning on it, holding its stock then up to the barrel, he slowly stands up.
"Me." He lays his left hand on his chest. "Zack." He stresses, slowly and calmly. |
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Post by DM on Sept 9, 2016 16:11:28 GMT
"You know how to play Bridge?" The old man asks before breifly explaining the rules anyway and dealing the cards.
The old woman returns bearing the tray of food and drink, "Please help yourself," she says smiling, "John should be home soon, he's been gone a few hours now...though that is longer than normal. I hope nothing has happened to him,"
"Calm down dear, he'll be fine," the old man says reassuringly, "Now play a hand at Bridge, always calms your nerves."
After about an hour or so playing Bridge, you hear sounds coming from downstair, heavy footfall.
"Ah! This must be him!" Says the old woman joyfully throwing down her cards and rushing as fast as she can to the door, the pair of you stop your card game and watch as she leaves the room.
A moment passes...BANG!..."Stupid old bitch!" You hear a voice shout, "No! Mother!" A second voice shouts, "Shut it you!"...WHACK!
Seconds later you see 2 men at the open door, 1 with pistol in hand and a large wrench sticking from his pocket, the other dragging a third man with a hammer in his pocket, the third man appears bloody and bruised.
"Well well, thought you'd send your boy to steal our supplies did you," says the man with the gun now pointed at the old man, "And who is this?" He gestures with the gun towards Dadi. The second man throws the third, presumably John, to the floor between them and Dadi and the old man.
"Please don't hurt him anymore, we didn't send him to steal anything from you," the old man says frantically dropping to his knees to be beside his son, "You'll be ok John," he says as tears begin to streak down his face.
"No...no he won't," says the man with the gun as he shoots John in the head covering the old man with blood and adjusting his aim to the old man, "And nor will you,"
(Dadi it is your turn. The 2 thugs are 10ft in front of you, the old man is cradling his son's lifeless body between you and them)
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Post by Bodvarsson on Sept 9, 2016 18:59:48 GMT
"BAH! Of course I play bridge you lowly trollop, I used to play with the old guard, I was the bloody raving champion of them all I'd say" Bodvarrson boasts flamboyantly eyeing the cards with distrust and filibustering his way into more sandwiches with tales of knights and dragons before the cards are dealt.
When the intruders attack the sweet old woman, Dadi stands quick as a flash. "Sorry old boy, this is too rich for my saggy scallywags! Live to fight another day and all that you understand". He gives a sympathetic pat on the back to the old man and then leaps athletically over to the window preparing to avoid any attacks and lowers himself out, climbing down to another window to smash or towards any obvious ways down such as fire escapes, when he is some where closer to safety he hides as soon as he can. (balance +9, climb +3, escape artist +6, hide +6, jump +4, tumble +6, perform weapon skill synergy at take ten 18?)
(Derring-Do used for 1d6 added to athletics checks and Dodging Panache prepared for dodge AC +2)
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Post by Wakuda on Sept 9, 2016 20:48:11 GMT
"Zak" Wakuda repeats clearly, being familiar with Z and K sounds from his native tongue.
He relaxes his posture "Me. Not. Want. Hurt." he growls, clearly struggling to find each word. Wakuda lowers himself until he is sitting on the ground, and opens the jerky he dropped, offering the first piece to his new acquaintance at arms length.
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Post by Zack on Sept 9, 2016 21:05:59 GMT
Zack eyes the creature nervously, taking note of his pustules as he handles food. He politely gestures refusal.
"Me. Not. Want. Hurt." He repeats slowly, then he slowly gestures to one of the garages, the one that contains his bike.
"Zack. Home." He says, slinging the rifle, moving towards his garage, moving to open it, slowly, revealing a large motorcycle with side satchels, from which he goes to remove a can of sardines, breakfast.
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Post by Wakuda on Sept 9, 2016 21:53:14 GMT
Wakuda shrugs at Zack's refusal and begins stuffing pieces of jerky through the mouth opening in his mask, nodding at the word home.
He watches as Zack opens the garage. "Me. No. Home" he growls, between chunks of jerky, remaining seated outside the garage.
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