Reaction to Thug


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Miriam


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I suspect this is going to hurt.

Resist Damage :
Thug = 1 net success : 7P

Miriam = 6 Net Successes: 12P

Resist damage for Thug
Total success's-5
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Resist damage for Miriam
Used Edge
Total successes-7
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Hit in the arm with a round, and a serious slam in the torso from the preternaturally strong Miriam, breaking ribs.
7 boxes physical inflicted.

Init: 9

Init-11

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Sinn gets the machine gun and takes aim

1st shot-short burst on the Thug
Total Hits-4
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2nd shot-short burst on Miriam
total hits-4
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Shot on Thug : Dodge 3 = 1 net hit. Physical Resist 4 : Damage Inflicted 5

Miriam : Dodge 3 = 1 net hit. Physical resist 5 : Damage Inflicted 4

Sinn fires off qith a pair of quick blasts, the roar of the tommy gun even louder than the flames. The first blast takes the gunman across the shoulder throwing him back, the second tracong over to hit Miriam in the Abdomen. The manic woman screams in rage, charging Sinn, her hands raking at him like claws. She tears at him missing wide, still reeling from the first heavy hit that setn him back ,and the tearing bullets slowing her.

Init-12

If Sinn is in pain, you couldnt see it on his face. He knows bones are broken, and knows he's bleeding. But he's too close now. Too close to ending this.

Full Auto on Miriam
-4 to my roll
Using edge to compinsate
Total Hits-5

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Its time for you rest now, Miriam.

He turns to the man and locks his dead eyes onto his.
Run. Now. Or your body and soul is forfeit to me.

Intimidation on the Thug
Hits-5
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The man runs, a mad dash for the door, still bleeding heavily from his shoulder.

On the ground in front of him, on her knees and rising slowly, is Miriam, her face locked in a rectus of hate and rage. One hand is across her chest, as if trying to hold in the blood pouring out of her body. She's riddled with holes, at least a dozen rounds in her torso making her look like somethign straight out of a nightmare. She spits blood at him, a thick slude of mucus and vile black hitting him in the chest.

You think that you've won Sinn? You are mine! You come closer to me with every step.I will have your soul. I'll feast on it for centuries. You think you've known agony? You think you've been to hell?! Iwill show you HELL! Kill this body! Do it! Free me from this meat and keep coming. Keep coming Sinn! Come to the Land beneath. Come after you bitch! I'll be waiting! WAITING FOR YOU! Come and be devoured!

Miriam's voice is a horrid combinaiton of her shriek and a deep roar, the words searing into Sinn's ears. She can see the duality, the form of the spirit and what have might once been Mirian Kozlowski, fused together after decades of possession, the psirit only now straining to get out, trying so hard he can see it with his mundane, dead eyes. As he watches, she rises slowly to her feet, moving towards him like a walking corpse.

Sinn raises the revolver to Miriams head.

You've overstayed your welcome Baron. Allow me to show you the way out.

Shot from revolver
hits-4

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The heavy caliber revolver makes a mess behind her as the round exits the skull, the body falling to the ground limply, suddenly so much meat. The blood spreads quickly from the many holes in Miriam's body across the red carpet, a grisly pool and a mutilated corpse now all that remains of what was once the most powerful woman in the Crescent City, and the cuase of so much pain.

He lowers the revolver. Its heavier now. He bends down and closes corpses eyes.
Sleep well, Miriam.

He walks to the door and looks for an exit of the boat.

The weird tableua at an end, Sinn returns to the 'present'. The boat is on fire, and from the lurch of the angle, is sinking. The way out is the way he came in, as the windows here are too small to climb out of. The roar of the fire below is clearly heard in the room, which is heating up quickly. The heat of the gun fight was the center of his attention, to the exclusion of all else. His choice now is the same way he came in.

Sinn looks in both directions. Then into the water from the window.

It seems necessary...

He begins running down the hallway, heading back out to the deck.

Sinn runs back out of the room and down the hall way, bursting into the "lobby" where the conceirge desk is for the rooms on the boat. Run full out, he has no chance to try to duck when the last mafioso comes out of nowhere firing off rounds at him.

Resist 7P twice

1st shot
Hits: 4

2nd shot
Hits=7

This is precisely the reason Bourban said "Leave no survivors."

With another round in his chest pumping precious blood out onto the floor, Sinn feels himself getting light headed, having a hard time staying up. The man looks like he can't quite believe that the elf in front of him is still standing, but the way he raises the weapon says that he isn't interested in the details.
Initiative: 7

init 9

Sinn raises his revolver. Staring at the man with his cold, dead eyes.

Let no good dead go unpunished.

1st shot
-2 for wounds
3 hits

2nd shot
-2 for wounds
2 hits

Sinn guns the man down, the half cover he has from the desk not doing him much good. Two in the chest leave the way out clear, at least of gunmen. Looking out the portal, Sinn can see why the floor seems so off. He doesn't see the water, he sees the sky line. The ship is sinking, brow first, down into the water, the floor coming up past a 35 degree angle already.

Shit...

Sinn sees the ship capsizing as he makes his way to the door leading to the deck, as quickly as possible.

Getting to the door is borderline climbing. Grabbing the frame and pulling as much as jogging, he feels the brush of fresh air, just before heavy smoke rolls up into view. The explosion that rocked the ship earlier was anything but minor. The majority of it is on fire, including much of the deck area. Being mostly flat bottomed, the river boat took on water fast into the main decks, and is now sinking swiftly. Most of the rear deck is free of flames thankfully, but the real danger now is the water, and the smoke, obscuring his sight and making it hard to breathe.

Sinn makes his way around the deck, before he dives into the water, he decides to find something, anything, that will float.

Perception Roll
hits-2

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There looks to be plenty of debris in the water, although it appears that a lot of it is being clung to already. There's a lot of people in the water. Luckily, there does appear to be a couple of boats coming out to render assistance.

Sinn grabs bit of debri (Piece of wood) and heads into the water, heading for shore. Not wanting to deal with any sort of law if he doesnt have to.

Make a Jump (Gymnastics)Test to get clear of the boat, and a swim test assuming you make the jump

Sinn goes for the jump.

Jump roll
Hits-2
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Swim Roll
Hits-1
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Sinn manages to leap out the door, landing somewhere on what used to be a ledge. The stairway he came up is quickly becoming an obstacle as the boat tips past 45 degrees, sinking quickly.
Agility Test w/ Wound Modifiers

The pain is almost too much for the jump. Its becoming visible in his movements, but still not yet in his face. He presses on.

.........


Agility test
-2 for wounds
Hits-1
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Trying to climb up and jump clear of the sinking ship, Sinn goes for the jump, finding his body simply not responding properly. What's meant to be a leap to safety ends up with him falling and rolling down the deck, going down with the ship towards the water.
Second Agility Test to get back to where you need to be, or sink with the ship.

I... am not...going to...die..here.

Sinn struggles to his feet. And attempts the effort to make it back to his place above.

Agility Roll
-2 for wounds
Hits-1
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He manages to barely hold onto his footing, slipping on the wet wood, but at least doesn't fall any further.

Agility test
-2 for wounds
Hits-1
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Struggling to climb, Sinn still barely manages to hold on as the boat sinks into the dark waters of Pontchartrain. In a few moments, he'll be in the drink.

Sinn watches the boat sink deeper and deeper as he draws closer to the water.

I always hated this damn river.

Swim roll
-2 for wounds
Hits-2

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Ther cold, dark water hits him as the boat goes down, people all around screaming as they're dragged down with it. Sinn grabs a deep breath of air as he's pulled down with it, the displaced water and air creating suction that drags him into the depths.
Bubbles and debris swirling in the water, Sinn manages to hold his breath, and keep his bearing long enough for the worst of the suction to pass.
Swim test to surface : Threshold 2

Sinn pushes with everything he has. Knowing he's come too far, and finding the humor in relizing the hardest part in killing Miriam and casting out the Baron, is getting off the boat.

Swim test
-2 for wounds
Hits-2

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Sinn fights his way to the surface, struggling with every breath, the polluted waters burning in his open wounds. Its a wonderful feeling though, being alive. His vision swimming, his lungs burning, and more than a little water in his throat, he finally makes the surface, gasping for breath.

Sinn revels in the feeling. The night air, taking it in, with the night sky. He quickly snaps out of it and grabs for a floating peice of wood, unsure of its origin, and caring even less. Just as long as it gets him to shore. Climbing on, he begins to swim for shore, avoiding the men in boats, and any attention.

The night and water, as well as Sinn's clothing, are dark, making it easy to slide past the boats and people in the dark. It looks like a long swim to the shore however.

Sinn begins to make his way towards the shore line. His broken body feeling like its full of broken glass, thats on fire. Yet, it doesn't stop him from pushing on. The water splashes in his face and he has to focus to not swallow any of it. Moving on is all that matters at the moment.

You did it Sinner. Mariam is gone. The Baron is still down there, with Sirene and the boys. They're still down there. Im coming. Just hold on..

Swim Test-10 Rolls
Roll 1- 2 hits
Roll 2- 2 hits
Roll 3- 3 hits
Roll 4- 1 hit
Roll 5- 2 hits
Roll 6- 2 hits
Roll 7- 2 hits
Roll 8- 1 hit
Roll 9- 1 hit
Roll 10- 2 hits

3 additional Swim rolls
Roll 1- 2 hits
Roll 2- 1 hit
Roll 3- 1 hit w/Glitch

Sinn swallows more and more water as he goes, his strength fading fast. It's more spite than anything else that keeps him going, and the idea of the idignity of being killed by the lake. By the end though, he simply can't go on anymore. His muscles are weak, his strength gone, his stamina and anger spent. He flounders a few times within 50 feet of the shore before going under.

Managing to hold his breath, the slow tide carries him in the last little way, Sinn very aptly doing a dead man's float onto the shore. He washes up on the muddy beach for the second time that night, broken, bleeding, and completely exhausted ... but alive.

Sinn crawls to his feet. Attempting to stand hurts worse then he thought it would. He begins to walk, heading towards the bar where he was supposed to meet the man who hired him. Hopefully he can get a chance to clean up when he gets there. He heads to the bar, hailing a cab to take him. Walking is not an option at this point.

The cab ride is fast. Very fast. Apparently the driver is in quite a hurry once he gets a good look at Sinn. The cab arrives in short order, speeding off again once Sinn is out, barely waiting to be paid. Standing outside, cold, wet, and bleeding, Sinn can't help but smile at the fact that the place isn't donig much business tonight.

He walks into the bar, and takes a seat near the back, where he and the man had spoke earlier. He tells the bartender:

Im waiting for someone, a man I spoke with here earlier. Is he here?

Predicatably, the bartender looks even more horrified by Sinn then he did earlier in the day when they first met. he shakes his head quickly.
He..here...n.n.n.nn...no, no he ain't. But he left somethin' for you! Said it was yours if ya' came back!
He makes a quick placating gesture then leans down behind the bar. Realizing quickly that his movement might be misconstrued, he shows his hands again, then leans down slower, keeping his eyes locked on Sinn while he rummages for something. Finally, he seems to find it, and comes up with a black, brand new briefcase.

He ... he said ... this was for you. Said you'd know the combination. Said it was "the number of sons" you had. The bartender makes an attempt at a smile until he sees the look on Sinn's face.

Sinn glares at the man, an obvious twinge of pain at the mention of his sons as his eyes narrow.

Thank you. He says with a raspy, harsh voice.

He reaches for the case, and puts in the combonation

0 0 0 2

Before opening, he eyes the man to imply he wants him to leave. Then opens the brief case

The bartender nods quickly and finds another part of the bar to be at.

The case doesn't open.

Sinn closes his eyes in frustration and curses under his breath.
That bastard. Its not how many sons I had, its how many I now have. Zero...

Slowly, he puts in the correct combonation, with each number, more guilt and pain shoot through him.

0 0 0 0

He waits a moment longer, then slowly opens the case.

There's a box within, plain cardboard, that takes up most of the case. On top is a single folded letter with Sinn's name scrawled on it.

Sinn shakes his head in more frustration and takes the letter, ripping it open to read, with one hand on the box.

The letter is simple, only a single sentence in black ink.
Sinn, you'll never learn. - J. Mancuso


Sinn feels the box vibrate for a moment, then hears a click from the case. Then it explodes.
Resist 10P