Everything Old is New Again, Some things never die... Options

[fistandantilus4....]

Dude I don't even fuckin' know. Either we just got offered a job ... or a threesome.

Not really sure which to hope for.

He absently hands Hood the napkin while scanning for the woman still.

[SinN]

Well on one side, we get some more work, furthering our career in running. On the other, we have a crazy three way, possibly furthering our friendship. Hood laughs and slaps Havok on the back.
He holds up the note and reads it to himself.
Hm.... Sounds like work. If it were a proposition she would have added words like, "Touching", or "Forbidden."
Hood glances at Havok, who is staring at him in a what appears to be a mixture of disgust and suprise.
Hood grins and shrugs. Isnt my first.

[fistandantilus4....]

Havoc shakes his head. No, not that. I was just wondering when you learned a big word like "proposition." You even used it right. He grins at the big man, shooting one last look at the table ,before going to the bartender to colelct their cash.

If it ins't some crazy group thing, we shoul probably get cleaned up then, and go find out what the frag this is all about.

Don't look at me like that, of course I still say 'frag'. Fraggin' old school you slitch. The poor teenager looking his way has no idea why Havoc is glaring back at the imagined slight.

[SinN]

Sure thing. Dont suppose I got time for a shower? He eyes the red head at the end of that sentence.

[fistandantilus4....]

Havoc rolls his eyes. Oh yeah, sure. I'm sure that 'Charlie T.' has a shower back there somewhere you can just jump into, freshen up a bit. Probably some potpourri on the toilet too, with some light scented oils so you can smell all nice and lemony fresh.

Havoc leans on the bar, rapping his fingers anxiously, wanting to get some rent money.

[SinN]

Hood pauses for a moment.
You think?

[fistandantilus4....]

Havoc glances sideways at him.

..... No, p'rolly not.

Hey Mack, can we get a drink here? And maybe our cred?!

[Lady Door]

The bartender, a rough looking troll, looks annoyed. He puts down the keg he was lifting into place and walks over slowly.
"You need somethin', son?" His tone implies that now would probably be a good time to rephrase your question into the form of a polite request.

[fistandantilus4....]

Yeah, we're supposed to get paid.

His tone is even. It's a matter of fact, not opinion or debate. Plus, you don't debate with guys that actually answer to "Mack".

[SinN]

Yea, so be a good bloke and get us our cred.

His tone is just as even as Alex's. His eyes narrowed, and hands on the bar.

[Oenone]

Charlie T's Bar - Open Mic Night - Thursday - May 12, 2071 - 2200

Inclining her head slightly, Tallulah runs the women in white's face through her facial recognition and empathy software programs and flicks her agent onto paranoid mode - devoting it's entire run time to analyzing things.

Tallulah orders herself a tall glass of synthetic fruit juice from the bar and then, with a sigh, she makes an ever so subtle hand motion gesturing the women in white over.

Better get this over with in public. Then I'll know if I need to take the indirect way home...

[Lady Door]

The troll's eyes slowly swivel from Havoc to Hood. Without seeming to even move his fist flies out, pistoning right into Hood's face. There's a distinct "crack" and blood geysers from Hood's nose.
Hood's Reaction Roll against Surprise

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Hood: Reaction: 3 + [1](4) Total Successes: 2

Troll's Opposed Reaction Roll for Surprise

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Troll: Reaction: 5 (5) Total Successes: 3

Troll's Attack Roll

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Troll: Agility: 5 (5) + Unarmed Combat: 6, Spec. Brawl (2): 13 Results:2 5 3 5 3 1 3 1 5 1 6 5 3 5 5 4 6 5(1) 5(1)
Total Successes: 10

The troll looks at the bleeding human and wipes his hand off with a bar rag. Sorry. Don't think I heard you right. Wanna say that again?"
Behind the troll, another man stands with a shotgun leveled. THAT would be the bar manager.

[fistandantilus4....]

Havoc's head swivels from Hood, sprawled out in the crowd, probably unconcious, back to the troll, wiping his knuckles.

Hmmm? Oh ..... Please?

[Lady Door]

Tallulah - Charlie T's Bar - Open Mic Night - Thursday - May 12, 2071 - 2200

The woman in white nods, looking oddly relieved. She stands and begins making her way through the crowd when suddenly a human man goes flying back, almost knocking her into the crowd. Several women scream and a handful of men push their way closer to see what's going on. The woman in white is lost in the melee.

[SinN]

Body roll for Hood
Body-5
Titanium bone lacing-1
Total-6
Roll-5 6 1 6 3 6
Total net hits-4
Re roll failures-2 die
Roll-5 5
Damn good hit mate! Hood struggles, but aproaches the bar. His hand on his face.

[Lady Door]

Havoc & Hood - Charlie T's Bar - Open Mic Night - Thursday - May 12, 2071 - 2230

The troll looks at Havoc and actually laughs. It's nice to see a sense of humor in someone who could easily reach in and choke you with your own backbone. He hits an ancient looking cashbox sitting beside the bottles of whisky and gin. The top pops open, revealing several stacks of actual cash... all of it looking like its seen better days. He grabs several bills off the top and slams them down next to Havoc, causing the bar to shake.
"Here's your money. Now get 'im the hell out of here."

[Oenone]

Charlie T's Bar - Open Mic Night - Thursday - May 12, 2071 - 2200

As the women in white vanishing in the crush of metahumanity Tallulah mutters something obscene under her breath in Arabic.

Typical. Although from the looks of things she doesn't seem like she's here to kill me.

Of course that doesn't stop her making ever so subtle motions to confirm her ceramic knife is still within easy reach and catch keeping her capsule round Elan is undone for easy access.

[fistandantilus4....]

No problem Havoc stands, smacking his hand down on the money and stepping away from the bar. He moes towards Hood, crouches, then throws a Physical Barrier over the ork and troll.

Spellcasting - Physical Barrier Force 7

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Dice:10,Edge:false(7/7)
Results:5 1 3 1 3 4 5 4 6 3
HITS:3

(reroll failures) 3 1 4 6 5 3 1
TOTAL HITS:5

Don't ever point a gun at me.

[Lady Door]

As the spell wall snaps into place, screams erupt throughout the club.

"MAGE!" "GET THE FREAK!"

It's chaos. From behind the spell wall, the troll is like a force possessed. His fists slam against the barrier hard enough to shake it, but it still holds. The bar manager pulls his commlink, dialing over the AR furiously. His eyes never leaving Havoc.

The ominous sound of knives clearing sheaths, of hidden guns being assembled fill the suddenly very crowded bar. A large ork steps up, a length of chain wrapped around his fist. He opens his mouth to speak when suddenly he's hit from behind by a large, glowing spear of mana.

"TOUCH HIM AND YOU DIE!" Standing on top of a table somewhere behind the crowd are an elven male and a human woman. Both have a tell-tale nimbus of light around their hands. There is silence for half a second... and then all hell breaks loose.

Roll Initiative

[fistandantilus4....]

Ah this is some bullsh...!

Initiative = 7 and Crit glitch

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Results:2 1
HITS:0
CRITICAL GLITCH!

Drain :
Results:4 2 4 2 1 1 3 2 3 6 4
HITS:1
4 5 4 6 1 4 2 2 2 4
TOTAL HITS:3
= 6 boxes physical damage. Completely forgot about physical Drain

[Oenone]

Shit. You have /got/ to be joking...

Roll for Initiative = 8

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Reactions 3 + Intuition 3 = DP 6

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

Total initiative of 8 with 1 IP.

[Lady Door]

For just a moment the mob surging around Havoc hesitates, years of watching re-runs of 'Karl the Kombat Mage' running through their minds. They know what usually happens in this situation... and it never ends well for the mob.

Mob Initiative

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9

Seeing the mage stagger, the crowd scents blood. They frenzy. Over the roar of the onrushing horde, Havoc hears another feminine voice. This one familiar. He spots a shock of bright pink hair. "Touch him and I'll kill you!!" Then his sight is blocked by a huge ork, a giant Sons of Sauron tattoo emblazoned on his forehead. Havoc has a moment to think, idly, "Wow. That must have hurt." before a huge fist comes down. Hard.

Ork Attack Roll

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Agility 4 + Unarmed Combat 3: 7, Result: 6 2 5 3 1 5 1, Hits: 3

Roll Body against Ork's Strength of 5

[fistandantilus4....]

Deal with the biggest threat first .... which is ... fuck me.

Thinking fast, Havoc chants aloud, calling out the words of a 'summoning' in Enochian. Hands swirling in the air, an inky blackness pools out from him in a nimbus, seperating into three apparations, wraith like in appearance. The three forms gather around Havoc and fallen Hood, menacing anyone that comes close.
He slumps down to one knee, blood pouring from his nose, hacking up more as he tries to summon the energy for another spell.
Trid Phantasm - 3 Dark spirits hovering in the air - Force 6

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Results:6 2 2 2 5 5
HITS:3


Edit: Going back and doing drain. Again - completely forgot this character has a magic rating of 5. Oops[/color]

Drain vs 7DV
Results:2 1 6 3 1 5 5 4 1 3 4
HITS:3

(reroll failures) 1 4 6 4 2 2 3 4
TOTAL HITS:4
= 3
At 9 boxes physical

BACK OFF!!

Damage Resist - Body 4 = 2 hits = 4DV S taken

[Lady Door]

Willpower Tests for the Crowd to Flee

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I'm going to go ahead and split the mob into three groups for the Will tests. Right, Left, and Center. Mob has +2 modifier because the mage is obviously injured, -1 for a good portion of the mob being heavily intoxicated... total of +1

Willpower Test #1 (Right)

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Willpower: 3 + 1, Results:6 2 6 6, HITS:3

Willpower Test #2 (Left)

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Willpower: 3 + 1, Results:3 2 1 5, HITS:1

Willpower Test #3 (Center)

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Willpower: 3 + 1, Results:Results:5 2 5 4, HITS:2

The inky blackness slowly seeps out from Havoc's fingers, billowing out around his feet and coalescing around him. The forms leer and grasp at the mob, tendrils of dark energy wrapping around the closer souls. Mass hysteria seems to envelop the crowd as scores of them turn and run, trampling others in their haste to get out the door. There are women screaming, men yelling... Havoc can feel others coming for him as his vision fades.
A shot rings out. Once again, there's that familiar voice. "I will shoot you where you stand, so help me God. MOVE!" The ork standing beside him moves slowly, his face angry.
Havoc feels a strong arm go up and underneath his, holding him on his feet. "Can you walk?

[fistandantilus4....]

He shakes his head, barely managing a Not really...

Hood?