Down in the Gutter: IC, Surviving to See Tomorrow is Goal #1 Options

[rob]

00:26:05 Monday, November 3rd - Ravens HQ
Bockscar

"Word. Let's do this shit." To Nevada: "Wanna come?"

Stash the assault rifle deep in the pack, and cover it up right. Want it with me, and don't want to leave it lying around here, but I don't want to attract attention. Leave my drugs in there, might be nice for trading with the kings. Fold my sleeves down over my jewelry and shit. Need to be able to look the gangster, but, again, don't want heat from flossing rags in other peps' hoods.

Nod at Child and wait for him to get ready, wait for some feedback from Nevada.

It's as dead a moon as ever, and there ain't much light around here. All the streetlights are dead, and the ambient light from the houses and things that are around depends as much on how many folks are burning barrels of oil or have a bit of generator nearby. Still sucks, so I light up a cigarett and give one to Child. Wait for enough ambient light, and take the lead, so the normal kids can at least follow me. I have two glowing knives tatooed on the back of my head, for them to follow.

It's nice, because it's a levelling night for both orks and humans.

Hang a right at the treaty bus, which is as lit up as normal. Hang a left and jump through the park, towards the King's turf.

[Mister Juan]

00:12:42 Monday, November 3rd – October Ravens HQ - Just south of Kirkland City Park, between 128th Ave NE and NE 142nd Ln
Felix

Felix couldn't look up toward Shade... and he was barely able to muster a slow nod at Aziz. He couldn't bear looking at this friends. He couldn't bear what he knew he was becoming. To help Halo, someone would have to forfeit their soul. On the walk back from Crasher turf, after having taken his very first life... Felix had decided he'd be the one to pay. He was gazing into the abyss, and he could tell it had begun to gaze back into him. In Kingsgate, everyone survived by taking something from someone else. The little wiz kid felt his hearth tighten inside his chest. His palms, under his bandages, were burning and itching.
Head and eyes low, avoiding everyone, Felix simply shuffled off the rooftop, ducking back inside and heading downstairs. What drive and energy had been fueling him earlier were now drained. He felt tired all the way to his bones. Inside the large building, he could hear voices bounced of the walls, echoing strangely.

All Felix wanted to do was to crawl back to sleep. To forget everything. But before doing that, he had to find either Baby, Child or Fool. Luckly for him, Felix practically ran into Baby as he got to the second floor.

“Oh.� was all he could think of saying first, caugh slightly off guard.

“I hum... Hi Baby...� he quickly added, pushing his breathing mask off.

“You...hm...You got a minute?�

[Fresno Bob]

00:13:23 Monday, November 3rd – October Ravens HQ - Just south of Kirkland City Park, between 128th Ave NE and NE 142nd Ln
Aziz

Aziz raises an eyebrow as Felix brushes past him with barely a nod.

What's his deal... ? Kid's changing a lot... must be taking what happened to Halo pretty hard..., he ponders. He glances over at Legion, still on the rooftop, and an idea forms in his mind.

He doesn't look so tough... I bet I'm faster and stronger than him. Baddest dude in Kingsgate... we'll see.

"Hey uh... Boss, I suppose. What's on the agenda today?" he shrugs, dropping his hand to Kalila's hilt. "I just came up here to practice a little, but uh... maybe you want to spar?" he asks, grinning ferally.

[Lindt]

00:26:00 Monday, November 3rd - Ravens HQ
Child

Child strapped his vest on, and pulled his flannel on over that. Then came the decision, bring the tools he had in case an opportunity arose, or bring the gun in case trouble arose. He rolled the issue around in his somewhat sleep deprived head. Frag it. He hoisted the plastic carrying case the 109 piece automotive toolkit had come in when it was stolen brand new from Ares Automotive Parts. As an after thought he pulled a leatherette case out of the jacket pocket, carefully removed the dark black frames and tossed the case onto a sweatshirt in the corner.

He followed Bockscar out into the dark, and Bockscar looked like he knew where he was going. It wasn't so much that the light was better, but it was like someone had just turned the contrast up on the world, making defining lines sharper. Plus, they made him look cool. RayBan Scout sunglasses could make anyone look cool. An 86 year old pop song flitted thru his subconscious as he graciously accepted the cigarette.

[WinterRat1]

00:13:49 Monday, November 3rd 2070 – October Ravens HQ - Just south of Kirkland City Park, between 128th Ave NE and NE 142nd Ln
Shade

Shade did his best not to stare in disbelief at Felix as the little ganger calmly and coolly laid out his rationale for assassinating Alexis. Not that Alexis was high on his list of 'People Who Deserve to Live', but still...coming from Felix!?!?!??!

As his friend brushed past Aziz to leave, Shade was about to go after him when he heard the Arabian ganger's not so subtle challenge to Legion.

You've got to be fragging kidding me. Right here? Right now? Under these circumstances? At this time? He wants to challenge the leader? For real?

The memory of the the 'battle' with the Spike Wheels flashed into Shade's mind. Suddenly this didn't seem so out of character for Aziz after all. Unfortunately.

Deciding whatever was going on with Felix could wait, Shade stood silently and waited for Legion's response. If this went really wrong, at least he'd be here and hopefully in position to intervene before things got too out of control. Unlike last time.

[pragma]

00:20:10 Monday, November 3rd, October Ravens HQ - Just south of Kirkland City Park, between 128th Ave NE and NE 142nd LN
Grack, Thumper & Ink

Getting the keys proved tougher than Thumper had thought. He eventually chased them to Legion, but the top dog was unsurprisingly busy. It gave Thumper time to come up with a pitch: "We need to roll with Ink to his old turf so that he can do some shit he promised to do. I think it gives us a chance to scope out turf with a good guide and it makes Ink owe us one. It's important that this new crew is tight and this will help that."

Grack crouching in the trunk had kept lurkers away from the van as Thumper parlayed with higher powers. The Cuban was growing increasingly agitated as the minutes passed -- "We finally going ese?"

Thumper gave Grack a thumbs up as he slammed the back of the van shut. "Yeah man, I got the keys lets roll. You're going to need to tell me what streets are good for driving -- your turf."

00:35:10 Monday, November 3rd, Bodega Gato Afortunato - NE 132nd St & 132nd Ave NE

The trio drove wide east down 144th and turned South on 132nd Ave. NE before finally cutting a ragged zigzag skirting Thumper and Ink's best guess of the bounds of Plague turf. The latter part of the drive was tense, the normally talkative Cuban and gregarious ork swapped quiet sentences as they navigated the barrens particularly hostile urban jungle.

Finally pulling up next to the very closed bodega Thumper eyed the door and asked, "This where we're going? ... Looks closed, man"

[Slipshade]

00:13:42 Monday, November 3rd – October Ravens HQ - Just south of Kirkland City Park, between 128th Ave NE and NE 142nd Ln

Felix and Baby

"Shit." She mutters, having almost collided with Felix as she headed for the stairs. Watching the boy stammer out his greeting brings a brief smile of amusement to her battered face. She certainly wasn't used to surprising anyone. Felix and Child had tried to help her get herself better bandaged up the day before, upon their (her and Felix's) return from Plague turf. It hadn't been much as she had done the best she could already and frankly where a lot of the damage was she wasn't going to let them look, but it was more the thought that counted. Luckily she knew nothing about Felix's awakened nature as that would have made any interaction with him difficult.

"Yeah, I got a sec. What'cha need?" The diminutive girl stood with hands resting on her hips and one leg slightly in front of the other. The roomsweeper slung over her shoulder looking decidedly out of place.

[adamu]

00:20:15 Monday, November 3rd, October Ravens HQ - NE 132nd St & 132nd Ave NE
Grack, Thumper & Ink

Get out.

Hungry.

Go to door.

Raise Toy.

[Mister Juan]

00:13:42 Monday, November 3rd – October Ravens HQ - Just south of Kirkland City Park, between 128th Ave NE and NE 142nd Ln

Felix and Baby

He gave Baby a quick and shy smile, his eyes sliding slightly down so he didn't have to look straight at her. Felix's voice sounded as timid as he was behaving.
“Actually, I... I need you.�

The little wiz kid quickly looked back up, bringing his hands up and gesturing frantically to Baby that he wasn't saying what she was thinking.

“I mean, I don't need you, I need your help. Well, I do need you, but what I mean is...�

He took a deep breath, sighing heavily at his own ridiculous nervousness. If he was going to roll with the October Raven, Felix was well aware that he had to step it up a bit.

Getting what little courage Legion hadn't sapped out of him, Felix looked straight into Baby's eyes as he spoke, doing his best to sound confident.

“I need someone to come with me tomorrow morning, to the old Splintered Crash turf.�

Naming his old gang made his stomach knot itself.

“We left a lot of things behind that could be quite useful to us all... I've already spoken to Legion, and explained that I couldn't think of anyone else but you to do this. You know the streets like the back of your hand, and from what I've gathered, you're excellent on wheels.�

He took a small pause, surprising himself for not having stuttered anywhere... yet.

“But I know... I mean, I can guess you're probably tired. So I won't force you or anything. I can always ask Child instead.�

[Meriss]

00:36:00 Monday, November 3rd, October Ravens HQ - NE 132nd St & 132nd Ave NE
Ink, Thumper & Grack

Ink looks at the darkened bodega "Fuck. I fergot what drekin' time it was." He reaches into his pocket and extracts his 'link. "Well it's worth a shot. If not, guess I'm payin' fer sushi, ese."

The Cubano leans over his 'link. <<<@Papi: Hola Papi, jou awake?>>> "If this don't work, ese. I'm muy triste."

[WinterRat1]

00:35:19 Monday, November 3rd 2070 - Treaty Bus - 124th Ave NE and NE 144th St
Bockscar and Child

Box's plan was to meander in the general direction of the Asphalt Kings' headquarters until he saw folks wearing colors, then say 'hello.' It didn't take very long.

Approaching The Treaty Bus at the intersection of 124th Ave NE and NE 144th St, he and Child spot a group of about six or seven gangers of various races and genders wearing the Kings' standard uniforms, red shop jumpsuits with those annoying yellowish/green construction windbreakers over them.

Although a respected neutral zone in times of peace, its strategic location made it a hotly contested battleground during Red October. There are a fair amount of vehicles scattered throughout the surrounding area. All are in various states of destruction, testament to the vicious battles that had raged here over the past month.

The Kings are busy scavenging parts and anything else salvageable, but when they spot the approaching October Ravens, they straighten up and spread out. No weapons are visible, except the tools in their hands, but it'd be a fool's mistake to think they were unarmed. One of them, a squat, muscular looking dwarf, nods warily to the pair. "G'd evenin' fellas."

[WinterRat1]

00:35:49 Monday, November 3rd 2070 - Bodega Gato Afortunato - NE 132nd St & 132nd Ave NE
Ink, Grack, Thumper

The link is silent for a few moments. The light in the bodega remains off.

A few seconds later, the commlink crackles to life. His grandfather's voice comes through, sleepy as if he's just woken up, and obviously worried, no surprise given the events of the last month. <<<@Raymundo: Raymundo? Que hora es? Donde estas? Estas bien?">>>

[grendel]

00:14:08 Monday, November 3rd – October Ravens HQ - Just south of Kirkland City Park, between 128th Ave NE and NE 142nd Ln

Legion exhaled a stream of smoke into the night sky, nodding to Felix as the ganger made his exit. Aziz's offer to spar brought a smile to his face, though. He paused, checking to make sure that nothing else on his mental list needed his attention, before nodding.

"Sure, but it's going to be live blade, I don't have bokken. Half speed until we're familiar."

He took one last drag from his cigarette before flicking it over the edge of the roof. Pushing forward on the tsuba with his thumb, he drew in a single smooth motion. The blade came free of its sheath with a whisper of steel, and he rested the reverse edge against his right shoulder, waiting. His body was bladed with the right shoulder and right foot advanced, but sixty percent of his weight rested on his left foot.

[Fresno Bob]

00:14:35 Monday, November 3rd – October Ravens HQ - Just south of Kirkland City Park, between 128th Ave NE and NE 142nd Ln
Aziz

Aziz grinned.

"Wouldn't have it another way."

He pulled Kalila free, letting the now empty wooden sheath clatter onto the rooftop. He took one last drag from his cigarette, dropping it and then crushing it out under his boot. He walked towards Legion, absently slapping the flat of his blade against his open palm, stopping just outside of striking distance.

He settled into his familiar stance, knees bent and sword held out in front of him, left side of his body presented to his opponent. He assessed Legion briefly, locking eyes with him in the dark.

It wasn't often Aziz crossed swords with someone. Mostly it was clubs, pipes, knives, chains, bottles, sometimes guns, but it was somewhat rare to find another ganger out here who swung a sword, and even rarer that they knew what the hell they were doing. But Legion was reputed to be among the, if not the, best.

Alright Legion... Let's see what you're made of.

Aziz sucked in a breath and popped his neck, then took a quick step forward, lashing out to strike.

[grendel]

00:14:49 Monday, November 3rd – October Ravens HQ - Just south of Kirkland City Park, between 128th Ave NE and NE 142nd Ln
Legion

It wasn't often that Legion found someone to go toe to toe with in blades. His reputation preceded him into most encounters, and most would only face him at two to one or three to one odds. It was nice to find someone willing to fence with in order to hone his skills.

He watched Aziz slide forward in his fighting stance, leading with his left, sword held out en garde. This was the first time he'd seen the Arab fight, but he looked like he knew what he was doing. Legion waited. The strike, when it came, was quick, a simple lunging stab. Legion led with his sword, stepping to the right as he blocked with a flick of his wrist. The flat of his sword rang against Aziz's, and instead of following through, or sliding down to lock blades, he let the impact bounce his blade free so he cut finish the second half of the V-cut. It was simple, standard and direct, which is why Legion chose it. Aziz read the attack correctly, blocking to the left as he slid back to the right on his back leg. Steel rang on steel again, and the two fighters separated.

Legion didn't stop his circular move, though, continuing around to his right, closing once more into lethal range. His blade feinted neck high before he rolled his wrist over, cutting for Aziz's leading leg. The Arab swordsman bit on the feint, but chopped his blade down quick enough to protect his leg. The two locked swords, steel rasping against steel as the blades slid together to their hilt. Aziz grunted as Legion dropped his shoulder in and shoved him, before shoving back.

The two fighters slid apart, sword's singing from the disengage. Both were breathing hard, pulling air into their lungs, and the rooftop was electric with tension. A part of Legion screamed a warning, knowing that both were pushing, pushing close to danger. Live blades should only have been crossed between long time partners, fighters who could control themselves with lethal steel. But the rest of him was alive with adrenaline and bloodlust, dark energies surging through his veins, the fury of an Alpha Male challenged for control of the pack.

[pragma]

00:35:49 Monday, November 3rd 2070 - Bodega Gato Afortunato - NE 132nd St & 132nd Ave NE
Ink, Grack, Thumper

Thumper leaned back into his chair as Ink started his phone conversation. Things were going fairly smoothly ... they hadn't ruffled any gangers feathers on the trip so far which meant that the boss wouldn't have to know about this little side trip.

He glanced past Ink out the driver's side window and his eyes widened.

Fuck, Forgot about Grack, double fuck, fu..

The big ork wheeled with such speed that he slammed into the driver's side door in his hasted to exit the cabin. Regaining his composure, Thumper threw open the door and vaulted the engine block, sliding ass first towards Grack. He hit the ground sprinting fractions of a second after panic had first set in and tapped his friend on the shoulder as the sewer dweller's axe reached its zenith ...

[rob]

00:35:19 Monday, November 3rd 2070 - Treaty Bus - 124th Ave NE and NE 144th St
Bockscar

Hmm... Kings are close... fun. Rack my brain to see if I remember any of these kids from back in the day - names, old beefs, family ties, drug habits that might be used to establish rapport.

Smile as they pull the old sidle, the instinctive reaction of a group of dudes who doesn't know if this is gonna turn ugly or not. I perform the cigarette salute - grab a smoke from my pocket and a lighter from the other, and caricature the motion of lighting it, replace the lighter in the pocket and pull the hand out. Shows them that I don't have a weapon in hand, without the desperate theatrics of some expansive palms-out gesture.

Talk through the first puff - "What's up, gents. Yall finding anything good? Didn't fancy seeing yall so far from home tonight. Cool with me, I was out to see if we could ask yall a favor."

Note where they're moving with the sidle. This could turn... awkward... if they try to enforce some claim to the vehicle's they're scrapping on common ground. Hopefully they'll appreciate that nuance, but you never know with some of these hotheaded dumbass illiterate mother fuckers we get around here.

[ Spoiler ]

Rolling to remember these kids: Intuition 4 + Kingsgate Gangs 4 = 8d6: [6,4,5,6,1,1,3,3] = 3 hits

[WinterRat1]

00:35:19 Monday, November 3rd 2070 - Treaty Bus - 124th Ave NE and NE 144th St
Bockscar and Child

The Kings have fanned out in a rough semi-circle facing the two Ravens, but stop there. A fairly standard formation for a wary but not intrinsically hostile face off.

The dwarf nods his head in acknowledgment of Box's greeting. He cautiously answers, "That might be dependin' on what kinda favor it is yeh be talkin' about there. Whaddya got in mind?"

[Slipshade]

00:14:23 Monday, November 3rd – October Ravens HQ - Just south of Kirkland City Park, between 128thAve NE and NE 142nd Ln

Felix and Baby

Baby wasn't sure whether to be offended or amused when Felix tripped over his own tongue, so instead she raised an eyebrow inquisitively and waited for him to get to his point, which thankfully wasn't long in coming.

She would have loved the opportunity to roll out in the morning on most days, but this was not one of them.

She waited till Felix finished before answering. "Well that is true." She agreed about his assessment of her riding skills. "But it ain't about be'in tired. It's about be'in able ta ride, which I can't" She didn't like turning down a fellow Raven, but the truth was, if anything...anything went sideway, she was going to be a liability and would likely get herself killed trying to pull stunts on her bike. " Ask me again tomorrow. If I feel like I can ride I'll go, but no promises. Cool?"

[Lindt]

00:35:20 Monday, November 3rd 2070 - Treaty Bus - 124th Ave NE and NE 144th St
Child

Bockscar had mentioned that he though that area around the treaty bus might have some either junked, or unclaimed cars, so prime area for parts. But it seemed that there where other scavengers here picking threw carcasses for left over scraps.
Child hadn't really gotten too nervous seeing the Kings recovery group. Really it only made sense to be here scaving for parts, as unlike theRavens they had cars that those parts might fit into.

What got his hackles up was when they started to surround them. Child knew that no matter how unarmed they looked, no one was ever unarmed here, plus they where hugely out numbered.

"G'd evenin' fellas."

Child turned his head up and watched for reactions from Bockscar. Normally, this would be where he could step in and turn a bad situation into at least a passable one, possibly a mutually beneficial one. The slightly exaggerated lighting of the cigarette showed that he didn't want any trouble either. Child wasn't quite so subtle, as he carefully bent at the knees to put down the plastic case containing his tools, and slowly stood back up holding his hands palm open.
"What's up, gents. Y'all finding anything good? Didn't fancy seeing y'all so far from home tonight. Cool with me, I was out to see if we could ask y'all a favor."

He wondered what Azi was getting at. As far as negotiating, they didn't have a strong enough position to be asking much in the way of favors. Child surveyed the area, trying to pick up something technical he could start up a side conversation with if dialog continued. He knew the best way to defuse a conflict between like minded people was to talk shop, and as this was an AK recovery team, they knew their way around an engine.

"That might be dependin' on what kinda favor it is yeh be talkin' about there. Whaddya got in mind?"

Child took half a step back and away from Bock, giving a physical distance to the big conversation, and gently turned to a King at his end of the semi circle. "If you pull the valve springs from that Americar you where picking at, they fit perfect in a Harley Panhead, and they are made from better metal, don't have to worry about them loosing tension under high speed use, can tune for a few more RPM that way..." he slightly inclined his head off to the stripped hulk that used to be a Ford.

[rob]

00:35:20 Monday, November 3rd 2070 - Treaty Bus - 124th Ave NE and NE 144th St
Bockscar

"Nuthin' fancy. Me and my boy here are out lookin' for some tools. Wanna see if we can borrow some from yall. Figger we can probably deal. Nice stash of junk they left sittin' around here."

Gotta move the conversation around. He's asking the questions and I'm giving the info, which is not how I like it.

I can see Child engage the corner of the semicircle around us, which is also normal and sensible. Hell, when it comes down to it, there might be a couple hundred nuyen in crap sitting around here.

[WinterRat1]

00:35:49 Monday, November 3rd 2070 - Treaty Bus - 124th Ave NE and NE 144th St
Child and Bockscar

The ganger Child was talking to raised an eyebrow in response to the attempt at conversation. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking." The ganger shrugs. "But it ain't like we got an assembly line of drek, ya know? Gotta grab what looks like it could work, then find a way to make it work, know what I'm sayin'?"

Meanwhile, Box must have made a good opening impression, because the Kings didn't laugh in his face at his request. At least not yet. The dwarf, who seems to be speaking for the group, answers carefully, "Might be that we can deal. Don't look like you boys need tools though."

He gestures to Child's tool box by way of explanation. "Looks like ya got plenty. But keep talking. Kinda tools ya need, and what are ya offerin' in return?"

[WinterRat1]

00:15:00 Monday, November 3rd 2070 - Evergreen Heights Apartments - NE 142nd Ln
Iceberg Slim

A knock on the door.

"Enter."

The door swings open, illuminating a previously dark room where a slim, African-American Ork lounges in a tattered beanbag chair. Dressed in a flashy suit that may as well scream the word 'PIMP', his hair is straight and long, and his hands nicely manicured. Bobbing his head soundlessly to an internal beat, he looks up as Tricia, his asian hooker, walks in.

"Hey baby, sup?" he addresses her.

"Slim, word around this place is there was another pimp here not too long ago. They say he was part of a new gang running the show around here. Call themselves the October Ravens. Thought you might want to know."

She pauses, as if uncertain if she should say anything more. Finally, she adds, "They say Legion is calling the shots."

[rob]

00:35:49 Monday, November 3rd 2070 - Treaty Bus - 124th Ave NE and NE 144th St
Bockscar

"Lookin' to fix some big ass valves. 'bout yea big, probably need a mig welder to fix some pipes going to 'em. Somehow I doubt you brought 'em with you, unless yall're plannin' on camping around here for a bit longer than I'd think the raiders would appreciate."

"As for what I got, well, you tell me, what yall lookin' for?"

[Mister Juan]

00:14:23 Monday, November 3rd – October Ravens HQ - Just south of Kirkland City Park, between 128thAve NE and NE 142nd Ln
Felix and Baby

Part of Felix felt stupid for even thinking Baby would be able to ride a bike... After all, he had seen the extent of “damage� that had been done to her... Yet, he couldn't help but feel disappointed. Sure, she hadn't said flat out no, and hadn't told him to go frag himself. But Felix hadn't actually pushed his plan any further. He hadn't considered Baby wouldn't come along. What hopes he had left to scavenge something out of Crasher turf would be to get a hold of Child.

"Oh....� he said in a obviously disappointed tone.

“Thats quite alright.� he added quickly, forcing a smile on his face as if the matter was trivial.

He was about to shuffle quietly away when something crossed his mind.

“You.... Is the kid with your sister and the others?�