Beconing over to the waitress, "Ahn on that note, I due believe that we 'ave a dinner owin to us."
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Leaning back into the chair Mason looked at the others seated around the table. "Well then, ah guess thats settled, we'll take a wander over te the meet tomorrow and have a chat with this "Murdoc"."
Beconing over to the waitress, "Ahn on that note, I due believe that we 'ave a dinner owin to us."
Beconing over to the waitress, "Ahn on that note, I due believe that we 'ave a dinner owin to us."
"Matt Murdoc...I'm liking this guy already. I guess you wouldn't know that he was the alter-ego of Daredevil, a blind superhero. Thinking of which...perhaps I'll find an issue or two while we're there..."
Random
Mr. Pew turns in your direction, "Blind super hero, huh, that's just plain silly."
Mr. Pew turns in your direction, "Blind super hero, huh, that's just plain silly."
Fritz looks at Random with some confusion on his face."Blind superhero?" Then packs out laughing, with such a hearty laugh that people nearby stop and look at him. Some laugh at the sight of Fritz leaning back in his chair, with his face so red that it seems to blend in with his hair. "Blind you say?" then laughs again.
"Yes, blind." Random responded, not liking being laughed at. "He could see sound waves, though. Kinda like a bat." Now he'd have to find a copy at the meet, just so he could show Fritz what he was talking about. "He was pretty much pre-Awakening's version of a physical adept."
Mason chuckles, mostly to himself. "Ah recon our Pew 'ere would make a prettt good super 'ero 'imself."
"On matter more important. Fir this meetin tomorrow. Ah think that Scratch an myself will go talk to him. Rest of ye wander around and keep in radio contact. Too many will look rather suspicious. "
Finishing up his meal Mason thanks Pew. "If this man turns out all right, ye'll get yer usual percentage."
"Well boys ah think tis time te roll. Before this place gets too rowdy."
"On matter more important. Fir this meetin tomorrow. Ah think that Scratch an myself will go talk to him. Rest of ye wander around and keep in radio contact. Too many will look rather suspicious. "
Finishing up his meal Mason thanks Pew. "If this man turns out all right, ye'll get yer usual percentage."
"Well boys ah think tis time te roll. Before this place gets too rowdy."
"Aww...what's another kid at a comic book stand?" Random complained. Of course, the fact that he was barely more than a teenager, and looked...and at times acted younger might very well be a good reason why the others wouldn't want him handling the meet.
Fritz looks at Random who doesn't have a impressed look on his face. Leaning over and giving good old Random a pat on the shoulder.
"Don't worry old mate. I just find a blind super hero a little hard to believe." Trying to wipe the smile from his face.
Turning to other interesting things, while mumbling and have a good chuckle to himself. "Random you remember that day that you where rudely woken up by some geek and you walked from the bedroom to your coffee pot with out opening your eyes. Ai that was freeky it was like you where sleep walking." Fritz carried on untill the food that was ordered arrived. Knowing that Chillie steak was about to make an apperance. He cut the stroy short.
In short saved by the Chillie steak.
"Don't worry old mate. I just find a blind super hero a little hard to believe." Trying to wipe the smile from his face.
Turning to other interesting things, while mumbling and have a good chuckle to himself. "Random you remember that day that you where rudely woken up by some geek and you walked from the bedroom to your coffee pot with out opening your eyes. Ai that was freeky it was like you where sleep walking." Fritz carried on untill the food that was ordered arrived. Knowing that Chillie steak was about to make an apperance. He cut the stroy short.
In short saved by the Chillie steak.
Getting to his feet, readying to go, Mason looked across to Random, "Ah ne're said ye could not go. Just avoid the Johnson while we're talkin to 'im and keep yer eye peeled for anything suspicious."
Not being a loquacious man, Mr. Pew resigns himself to savoring his flank steak and garden potatoes. Not the best real food in the Sprawl, but it was real; this lot would likely mutiny if they had to choke down another low-cost soy meal after docking. The waitress is young, but she wears the weight of years on the street, service is professional, friendly and in all fairly decent.
Where the food lacks the subtlety of that second star the entertainment makes up for, even through the random hiss of the white noise generator, the wail of guitar sings true. The singer is belting out some classic oldie, something about a "Cold, hard bitch" that gets the crowd pepped up if not completely into the music.
Where the food lacks the subtlety of that second star the entertainment makes up for, even through the random hiss of the white noise generator, the wail of guitar sings true. The singer is belting out some classic oldie, something about a "Cold, hard bitch" that gets the crowd pepped up if not completely into the music.
Team
As the band plays on, Mr. Pew stands and lplaces a certified stick in the hand of your waitress, whispering something in her ear.
He faces you, "Well, boys, I'm off to hear what other trouble I can find. May the next week be a profitable one."
With that he deftly maneuvers his way through the crowd, making his way to the door.
Momus
You see Mr. Pew heading out of the restaurant and towards the main road. He stops and stands there, next to the bus stop.
As the band plays on, Mr. Pew stands and lplaces a certified stick in the hand of your waitress, whispering something in her ear.
He faces you, "Well, boys, I'm off to hear what other trouble I can find. May the next week be a profitable one."
With that he deftly maneuvers his way through the crowd, making his way to the door.
Momus
You see Mr. Pew heading out of the restaurant and towards the main road. He stops and stands there, next to the bus stop.
Pulling his jacket over his shoulder Mason turned to Scratch "Time te roll. Swing by the pad, Ah think I'll keep an eye on things there tenight. Hopefully them Yacks have gone back te their dumps."
"You got it."
With that, Scratch gets up and slips his bombadeer jacket back on. He slips a few of the leftover dinner rolls into his pocket and chugs down what's left of his beer.
"Right, so let's had back to the pad then we'll decide who's doing what from there. Groovy? Groovy."
With that, Scratch gets up and slips his bombadeer jacket back on. He slips a few of the leftover dinner rolls into his pocket and chugs down what's left of his beer.
"Right, so let's had back to the pad then we'll decide who's doing what from there. Groovy? Groovy."
Fritz leans back in his chair as the others get ready to go. "Well gentle men that was a meal!" Get up from his chair Fritz checks that he has everything. Fumbling over the White Noise Generator, he realises that it was still on. Turning it off quickly he give a good stretch. "While you going to the Pad could you drop me off at the Lev station. I am going to get some shut eye for tonight."
"Going to sleep so early? The night is still young." Random jibbed. "Hang on...this thing is at 2 pm? How come these things always have to be so darn early..."
Momus Starts his convoy and prepares to provide transport to his team. "Okay peoples let's get this show on the road."
All
As the team loads up and heads back into the miserable Seattle night, the drive back is quiet. You arrive back at the team office after a slightly more than reasonable number of twists and turns to confound those that might follow. There is a fresh car fire just a block away, seems the 'sponsors' for your local protection put on a show to remind the neighborhood who they pay protection to and why. Sadly, as in most things in the street, there will be more bloodshed in the coming weeks, but that's another matter entirely.
For now it's 9 PM and you need to make plans for the meet.
As the team loads up and heads back into the miserable Seattle night, the drive back is quiet. You arrive back at the team office after a slightly more than reasonable number of twists and turns to confound those that might follow. There is a fresh car fire just a block away, seems the 'sponsors' for your local protection put on a show to remind the neighborhood who they pay protection to and why. Sadly, as in most things in the street, there will be more bloodshed in the coming weeks, but that's another matter entirely.
For now it's 9 PM and you need to make plans for the meet.
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Ol' Scratch[/i] just continues whistling to himself as he navigates Betty around the flaming debris in the street, wholly unconcerned about the scenario. After having to make a detour to drop off [b]Fritz, he showed up about thirty minutes after Momus and the others were rolling into the Pad...
9:30, 25 March 2064, The Pad
While Scratch was droping off Fritz, Mason took a look around the pad making sure everything was still inplace, quickly checking over the security system. "Well looks like it was quiet, besides that bonfire out there."
Mason settled into the large couch. "Ah don't think thaer is much te discuss, ah put forward the plan earlier, any objections or changes that you want to make?"
While Scratch was droping off Fritz, Mason took a look around the pad making sure everything was still inplace, quickly checking over the security system. "Well looks like it was quiet, besides that bonfire out there."
Mason settled into the large couch. "Ah don't think thaer is much te discuss, ah put forward the plan earlier, any objections or changes that you want to make?"
Fritz settles in for the evening, has a good hot shower, grooms his beard from the days torture of the element. Once finished Fritz is onto his new gadget, texting the team.
<<<< Hey chummers I will see you all at the pad at 6.00am. Hope you don't drink to much. Have a good evening. .....Fritz>>>>
<<<< Hey chummers I will see you all at the pad at 6.00am. Hope you don't drink to much. Have a good evening. .....Fritz>>>>
Momus nods "Mason, the man with the plan." and settles back to await the departure. Slowly enjoying some kebabs that claim to be chicken
9:50 PM, March 25th, 2064
The Pad
Scratch
As you begin to pull Betty round the back, you can see some shapes moving towards the still burning wreckage. There is a low fog in the area and they don't seem to be moving quite right.
The Pad
Scratch
As you begin to pull Betty round the back, you can see some shapes moving towards the still burning wreckage. There is a low fog in the area and they don't seem to be moving quite right.
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Slowing down just long enough for a detailed glance, Ol' Scratch cases the situation at the wreckage...
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9:51 PM, March 25th, 2064
Just outside The Pad
Scratch
Just outside The Pad
Scratch
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Reading over Fritz's text, Random was shocked. "Not a chance...6 am I'll just be going to sleep then." he sent back. Having finished off the microwave gourmet meal he had nuked when he got to the HQ, he said his goodnights, and headed out back. As he got to his car, he paused to regard the fire.
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Mason headed over to the security system. Those who were leaving had already left, he did a last scan around the compound before planing to lockup the place for the night.
Spotting the figures near the fire moving towards the building Mason kept the cameras on them a little longer.
Spotting the figures near the fire moving towards the building Mason kept the cameras on them a little longer.
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Random
You see Betty, Scratch's car angling in as the ghouls spot you, outside of your car and seemingly a much tastier morsel. One of them begin to move faster than the others, perhaps the alpha of the pack.
Scratch
Just as you ID them as ghouls one begins to surge forward, eyes no longer on Betty.
Mason
On the cameras you can see the figures moving. One has just begun to move forward, his speed suggests faster then normal reflexes.
You see Betty, Scratch's car angling in as the ghouls spot you, outside of your car and seemingly a much tastier morsel. One of them begin to move faster than the others, perhaps the alpha of the pack.
Scratch
Just as you ID them as ghouls one begins to surge forward, eyes no longer on Betty.
Mason
On the cameras you can see the figures moving. One has just begun to move forward, his speed suggests faster then normal reflexes.
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"What the?! Gah!" Random exclaimed as he recognized the ghouls for what they were just as they started to beeline for him. Backing up towards the HQ's door, he sent a laser arching towards the leader of the ghouls.
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As soon as the scent of rotting flesh wafted past his nose, Ol' Scratch nearly careened into a nearby streetlight as he slammed on his brakes. Without saying a word he was out of the car and charging towards the ghouls, his face contorted into a strange mix of blinding rage and horror...
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Mason grabbed Grace, moving for the nearest window. Pushing it open and prepairing to fire.
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Mason
You catch the beast in the upper right chest, not quite a heart shot, but enough to nealy put it down. The shots spoil it's leap and it begins to tumble. Adjusting your aim to where it will land, it is caught in a brilliant beam of light that leaves a purple afterimage on your vision.
Scratch
You see the lead ghoul begin to leap, apparantly past you and the Betty but before the apex of the jump is reached, a triple-burst from the window behind you catches it in the shoulder, spoiling the jump and sending it into a tumble. The wound looks nasty, and it lands within a few meters of you, but the point is moot as the alpha takes a beam of light to the head, vaporizing it instantly. You spin to face the others, ready to deliver them a similair fate.
Random
As the mana coalesces into coherrent light, you here the rude spatter of lead strike your target from the window above and behind you on the right. That's got to be Mason. Your spell catches the beast in the head, boring it's way through into the night. It's headless body slumps to the ground. The backlash leaves you with a mild headache.
You catch the beast in the upper right chest, not quite a heart shot, but enough to nealy put it down. The shots spoil it's leap and it begins to tumble. Adjusting your aim to where it will land, it is caught in a brilliant beam of light that leaves a purple afterimage on your vision.
Scratch
You see the lead ghoul begin to leap, apparantly past you and the Betty but before the apex of the jump is reached, a triple-burst from the window behind you catches it in the shoulder, spoiling the jump and sending it into a tumble. The wound looks nasty, and it lands within a few meters of you, but the point is moot as the alpha takes a beam of light to the head, vaporizing it instantly. You spin to face the others, ready to deliver them a similair fate.
Random
As the mana coalesces into coherrent light, you here the rude spatter of lead strike your target from the window above and behind you on the right. That's got to be Mason. Your spell catches the beast in the head, boring it's way through into the night. It's headless body slumps to the ground. The backlash leaves you with a mild headache.
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Random heaved a sigh of relief as the ghoul leader was halted mid-jump. Feeling a twinge of headache, he was left wishing for a couple asprin. And the battle wasn't over yet. Summoning the mana again, he sent another deadly beam of light at one of the other ghouls.
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A nearly savage and animalistic roar escapes Scratch's drink-ruined throat as he watches his prime target go down like a cheap whore on a Tuesday night. Snarling, the satyr's head snaps towards the two remaining ghouls and a vicious smile appears on his lips as he lunges towards them. He could still feel the buzz playing tricks with his mind as he charged...
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After a quick warning Mason eased the trigger back letting off the first three bullets. As the ghoul hit the ground he adjusted his position slightly bringing the other two ghouls into vision.
Scratch
As you begin to strike at both of them through sheer dumb luck they both avoid your fury and manage to connect a glancing blow each.
As you begin to strike at both of them through sheer dumb luck they both avoid your fury and manage to connect a glancing blow each.
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Those in combat
Now that the initial shock of the attack is past, it is time to deal with the seriousness of the situation.
Now that the initial shock of the attack is past, it is time to deal with the seriousness of the situation.
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"I'll take the one on the right." Bracing himself Mason let loose a shower of lead. "Hope the neighbours ain't sleepin."
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Mason
The Ghould in your sights crumbles witht he blast into the burning wreckage, it's screams of hungry rage silenced in the night by lead and fire.
Scratch
To your right, you turn to see the ghoul rearing back as the lead catches it, three slugs demolish it's head, the jawbone flying off into the night. The slugs continue to chew into the body as 4 more slugs find their way through into the car behind, each taking a small piece of hell with it. The final 2 slugs must have caught sternum as the dead body is flung backwards into the wreckage in a hail of sparks and sizzling flesh.
The Ghould in your sights crumbles witht he blast into the burning wreckage, it's screams of hungry rage silenced in the night by lead and fire.
Scratch
To your right, you turn to see the ghoul rearing back as the lead catches it, three slugs demolish it's head, the jawbone flying off into the night. The slugs continue to chew into the body as 4 more slugs find their way through into the car behind, each taking a small piece of hell with it. The final 2 slugs must have caught sternum as the dead body is flung backwards into the wreckage in a hail of sparks and sizzling flesh.
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Scratch roars angrily as he sees another one of his prey drop, but not by his hand. Unfortunately for the one remaining ghoul, that means all of his rage is now directed towards him as the half-drunken satyr surges straight at him with furious anger.
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Scratch
Your rigid knifehand strike to the beasts throat tears clear through, nearly decapitating it. With your follow through you push the helpless and falling body into the fire. Odd the things you notice in the heat of the moment, it had been wearing a torn service industry shirt, the name tag says "Bill".
Your rigid knifehand strike to the beasts throat tears clear through, nearly decapitating it. With your follow through you push the helpless and falling body into the fire. Odd the things you notice in the heat of the moment, it had been wearing a torn service industry shirt, the name tag says "Bill".
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As quickly as the rage built, it was gone. Combing his ragtop hair back with his fingers as he calms down, Scratch finally acknowledges the chatter on his radio. "I think I just killed Bill." But before he managed to bark anything else off, he sort of tilted his head as he sniffed at the air. A moment later, he reached into his jacket and pulled out his Hellblazer and moved away from the burning flesh of the damned to try and get a better read of the situation.
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Random laughed as he came up to the ghouls and saw the name tag. "Thought we cleaned all the ghouls out of the neighborhood..." he commented. Feeling the twinge of headache, he added "Anybody got some asprin?"
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Scratch
You realise that there will likely be more ghouls to deal with, they rarely hunt in so few numbers especially in even semi-populated areas. The wind shifts as you scan about looking for the remainders of the pack, and you catch whiff of their fetid stink. You see an old man-hole cover pushed aside as 3 more begin to crawl up from the sewer below.
Random
Past Scratch's shoulder you see another group of 4 coming around the corner, looking for either food or their pack-mates.
Mason
As you were already looking downrange for more targets, you notice 2 shapes on the low roof near Scratch and Random, the others seem unaware of their presence and something out of your immediate field of vision has their attention.
You realise that there will likely be more ghouls to deal with, they rarely hunt in so few numbers especially in even semi-populated areas. The wind shifts as you scan about looking for the remainders of the pack, and you catch whiff of their fetid stink. You see an old man-hole cover pushed aside as 3 more begin to crawl up from the sewer below.
Random
Past Scratch's shoulder you see another group of 4 coming around the corner, looking for either food or their pack-mates.
Mason
As you were already looking downrange for more targets, you notice 2 shapes on the low roof near Scratch and Random, the others seem unaware of their presence and something out of your immediate field of vision has their attention.
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"Yeah, that's right," Scratch mutters under his breath as he spots some of the remaining ghouls, "chase the bait." With that, he sort of reaches behind and rubs his goat-like ass while bleating a bit. "That's right, boys... prime Grade A lambchops right here... MmmMMM! Come and get some..."
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"Looks like we have some more company coming..." Random commented, pointing out the ones coming up behind the satyr.
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Chancing it, Scratch takes a quick glance behind him before turning his attention back to the sewer dwellers. "The more the merrier, baby... the more the merrier..." He continues strutting around, rubbing his shanks all the while.
"Huh?" Random looked to see what it was Scratch was looking at behind him. "Well that's just great..." he said before returning his focus to the ones coming up behind Scratch. He was going to need more than a bottle of asprin for this one...
Moving closer to Scratch, trusting to the satyr and the gunner above to watch out for him, he focused on calling a city spirit to him to aid in clearing this pestilance from the streets.
Moving closer to Scratch, trusting to the satyr and the gunner above to watch out for him, he focused on calling a city spirit to him to aid in clearing this pestilance from the streets.
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