T-Town, A game in Alabama Options

[SinN]

Chester grins menicingly and mindlinks MIT-Nick.

Ever piss off a mage? Lets put it this way, LONG before you can even reach to a lay a hand on me I can fry your ass from any direction. Not to mention read your every little thought. Secrets come easy to those who have mojo. So Ill make you a deal, I stop with the short cracks and keep my mojo out of your way, and you stop flappin threats, Soka?

Chester walks through the store smiling as he goes. Letting his curious nature wander as he keeps an eye on MIT-Nick. Making sure he isnt about to shoot him. He knows he's in public but he isn't sure about any of these guys.

[fistandantilus4....]

MITNick starts to respond to the troll before his eyes go wide at the intrusion inside his skull, recognizing Chester's "voice". He manages a response to the troll first.

Uhh.... Explosive... definitely the kinda ... stoppin' power I'm lookin' for.

Confused at the intrusive words in his head, he shoots a quick text at Chester.

Listen punk, I was talkin' to the other fraggin' kid Steve. You ever cast a spell at me again though, and you won't have ta worry about me layin' hands on you! You won't even see it coming.

Definitely explosive. he says with more surity.

[ludomastro]

The old troll smiles, cigarillo hanging from his mouth. You must nota heard of me, afore. Like I said, the name's Al and I's got it all ... fer a price. He opens a large wooden box from under the counter and pulls out several smaller boxes of ammunition. What kind a gun you say ya had? He finds some shotgun sized rounds.

[SinN]

Chester laughs out loud from the other end of the store as he reads the text. Not a mocking luagh. But as if he just read some he thought was funny. Once he notice's everyone else in the store looking at him, he smiles big.

Uhh....Sorry, dont mind me. Just got a joke sent to my com....Funny stuff.... He quietly puts his com away.

[Meriss]

Don't suppose you got any of them goodies in a Colt?

[ludomastro]

Leroy, fetch me my other box. Turning to Steve he replies, Yessuh, I believe I do.

[fistandantilus4....]

The dwarf smiles at the sight of the shells.
How much for the big bruisers for the Remington?

[ludomastro]

The troll smiles like a man who just hooked a large fish. I figure 10 'yen per shell is about right. The group with him start chuckling.

[fistandantilus4....]

Oh yeah, that makes sense, 'cause I'm buying armor piercin' tank killer shells here. You'd be lucky to get half that price from a guy in the middle of a firefight.. I'll give ya' twenty fer ten.

[Redjack]

John watches the pair haggle over the price as they both throw numbers at the extreme. Glad I've already got mine.

[ludomastro]

The old troll lets out a belly laugh. Ya got spunk little man, ya got spunk. Tell ya what. You give me 60 for 10 and we'll call it even.

[fistandantilus4....]

Make it 100 for 20 and you've got a deal chummer.

[ludomastro]

The old troll scratches his head and then nods. Done. Who's next?

[Meriss]

Steve leans forward. "I'll take a clip of explosive in a Colt iffin ya got it."

[ludomastro]

I'll give ya the same terms. 20 for 100 'yen. It's a bit more than a clip but it'll do ya. As soon as the business is concluded, the troll and his associates whisk the contraband away. Now y'all might not know it but I run these here parts. I'd be mighty obliged ifn you told me what a group of armed men and a young boy be doing in my neck o' tha woods. His associates close ranks around the troll and their posture stiffens.

[fistandantilus4....]

MITNick begins loding shells into his remindton, leaving the question to others that might actually care to talk about it.

Big guy shoulda' asked before he armed us up.

[Meriss]

Steve recognizes the implied threat in the mens posture and steps up with a smile and glib remark. "Why surely ya'll get folks out huntin' 'round these parts Al? We're just out shootin' critters fer a few days."

[ludomastro]

The old troll stands up straighter and his nose twitches. Boy, ifn you gonna lay down a load of manure, at least let me put my boots on. Now out with it.

[SinN]

Chester walks to the counter next to Steve.

A-a-a-ctually sir....This here's my unc-c-cle. He keeps tellin my pop that he thinks Im a f-f-feg..? No wait, he said fag. yea thats right, somethin like a homo I guess. Just cause I like to make pretties, ya know? S-soo he's takin me shootin to m-m-an me up a bit...That's what he said to my dad anyway.. He leans into the counter and whispers. But he's kind of embarrassed about it, he's kind of a tough guy, and doesn't want anyone in his family bein a sissy.

Roll for Con

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Charisma-3
Con-2
Edge to re-roll failures
Roll-5,2,3,6,5
Total= 3 net success's
Re-roll for failures
Roll- 3,6
Total- 4 Net success's

[fistandantilus4....]

Staying out of sight and out of mind, the rest of his shells stufed into his shotgun or his pocket, MITNick rolls his eyes.

Stupid fragger. Not like we gotta tell him anything. We're locked and loaded, so it ain't like he can intimidate us. And he sure can't call the cops on us for illegal arms, 'cause we'll just tell 'em where we got 'em. Nosy fragger. You'd never get idiots like this in Seattle. People know well enough to mind their own business.

MITNick hovers by the door, leaning against the wall. Idly, he scans for a maglock at the door, to make usre they haven't been locked in.
Compile Crack Sprite - Unregistered.

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Compile Rating 3 Crack Sprite
Compile Resosnace 4 + Compile (S) Crack Sprite 2 (4) = 8
Results:

Dice:7,Edge:false(7/7)
Results:5 4 5 4 6 4 6
HITS:4

Resist Fading Willpower5+Resosance 4 =9
Results:

Dice:9,Edge:false(7/7)
Results:6 6 2 2 5 1 2 4 1
HITS:3

He keeps the sprite hanging around in his PAN incase he should need any assistance, then takes a virtual look around.

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Scan
Results:

Dice:7,Edge:false(7/7)
Results:2 4 6 3 6 2 3
HITS:2
Results:
Dice:7,Edge:false(7/7)
Results:6 3 4 6 4 2 6
HITS:3
Dice:7,Edge:false(7/7)
Results:3 3 6 6 3 3 1
HITS:2
Dice:7,Edge:false(7/7)
Results:6 4 6 1 5 3 4
HITS:3

= 10 hits

[ludomastro]

Al shifts his weight back and forth with rolling his cigarillo in his mouth. Ifn you're plannin' on manning up this wee one, ya got ya work cut out for ya. Where did you say you were shooting again?

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@ MITNick

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The scan reveals that the area is far more wired than it appears. The are cameras literally everywhere. There is a heavily protected node in the back. There are small caliber gun turrets around the store and currently the team is highlighted.

[Redjack]

As John watches the scene unfold around him, he feels much more like an observer than a participant. Musing the irony that he is normally extroverted and outgoing, a requirement of his day job, since the run started he has been reserved and quiet.

The troll's prying sticks him and he fires back on instinct. "You got a recommendation?" His tone is perhaps a bit more cocky than he intended, but he was nothing if not a product of his upbringing. "I'm not too particular, as long as I get to shoot something."

[ludomastro]

The old troll smiles and puts his thumbs in his overall pockets where his hands can be easily seen. I suppose that we can all shoot each other. He lets the idea soak in for a minute. Now, I happen to know that there's an old facility near here that attracts some large game. You might try out that way.

[Meriss]

Steve relaxes mentally. The troll seemed to accept Chester's version of events. So there would be relatively no trouble. I hope.

"Fancy that. Guess we'll head out that way. Thanks fer the tip, Al." Guess he's the big man around here fer a reason.

He indicates the door. Guess we'll be goin' then? Steve is clearly asking permission rather than stating fact.

[ludomastro]

Al nods and those around him part providing a way through the store. Now, ifn you happen to see a group o shdowrunners, you steer them this way. I have a bite o work for them.