NEW YORK DOLLS

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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Maniacal Laugh » Wed Jan 17, 2018 9:15 pm

INSIDE THE ARMORYRose

The food arrives along with two people in long white, semi-monastic looking tunics. They one appears to be a human, the other, probably to Rose's surprise and possible relief, towers almost nine feet of solid muscle and fur. He's undoubtedly a wolfen. They sit down at the table, as does Sir Ella.

A plate with a small roast chicken and something pickled is set on the table in front of each person, though the wolfen has three chickens on his plate. The human is bald, age indeterminate, and probably a man, but that too is ambiguous. He is maybe a little less than six feet tall. His skin is brown, his eyes are blue.

The wolfen pops the pickled thing into his mouth before the young looking squire has finished setting the mugs on the table. His face squinches up a bit, like the thing is sour. Then he speaks in a deep sonorous voice, "Welcome to The Garden. I am Sir Numantinus. I am the Captain for the defense of the Garden. It means don't travel too far beyond Madhaven. With me is Keeper Stone, he maintains the Garden. We are missing a Gateway Knight at the moment, but we'll get started anyway."

He takes a long drink of the cider. When Rose smells it, it is the "hard" kind of cider. Keeper Stone munches on the sour thing, but keeps his eyes on Rose. Sir Ella jumps in quickly saying, "We fully trust you and that you would do as you promise, but you are exactly the person to help us."

Clearly Sir Numantinus is going to do the talking. After his drink hey absently tears a chicken in half and eats it bones and all. Then he wipes his face with a cloth napkin and says, "Please introduce yourself, we have observed you in Madhaven briefly, but we no nothing about you beyond. However, what we have seen leads us to belief you are here to help us."

While Rose (hopefully answers) he munches on the chicken, washing it down with the cider every few bites. Keeper Stone eats quietly and with little mess or wasted motion. Sir Ella eats like she's very hungry.

When Rose is done, Sir Numantinus picks up his pitch again, "There is a psychic disturbance on its way toward us right now that if left unchecked could potentially have devastating impacts, globally. If it even stops there. A young woman has been somehow tainted by a psychic storm and when she is stricken with one of these storms, everyone suffers a horrific psychic attack. The trauma for those in her immediate vicinity is great, but even a mile away it can still be felt by the moderately sensitive. Have you felt that psychic explosion above and beyond the general misery of Madhaven? If you have, that's what we're talking about."

He pauses to see if Rose has any questions or comments, then carries on, "We need your help because she is heavily armed and with a heavily armed group of mercenaries. They have demonstrated themselves as good people, even so far as having received the protection of the metal-morph mutant clan in Jersey-Side. That is not any easy task. Most humans from outside shoot the mutant clans first and then run away second. Rarely do they stand by and help mutants in need. I'm getting sidetracked, I apologize." He pauses and finishes off his cider, looking at the empty mug with sadness (which Rose can clearly read). "So, we think they are heading in the wrong direction with wrong information. They need our help, but they don't know that. We want you to meet with them and bring them here."

"Young lady, we are very serious about this. And we feel very pressed for time, "Keeper Stone says, speaking in a quiet voice, but full of authority. "Do you know what this is?" he asks placing a white rose on the table, the blossom is about the size of a fist and about 18 inches of stem, with a handful of thorns. "This is one of our most valuable charges, the mystic white rose*. If you return here with this group identified as AAPS, you will receive this rose, petals, thorn and stem as our show of our gratitude."

Having spoken, his eyes tell Rose it's her turn to talk.

*Roll Streetwise, Lore: Magic or similar to see if Rose knows why this is a big deal.
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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Rose Dandy-Ba » Thu Jan 18, 2018 2:50 am

(rolls carried over)
streetwise 1d100 = 25 of 42% (Pass)

It was with some relief that their was a wolfen there. Belle had been the only predator type person who'd made her feel safe to be around at her size. Most other folks took advantage of the four foot tall pleasurer. Joke was on them she could be taller if she wanted, but this was her normal form. The form that felt most comfortable. And so seeing another furry individual helped her a bit. The senses she got from them was one of curiosity and acceptance. Something she didn't normally feel. As the meal was set down in front of her she sniffs at the cider and pushes it away. "Ah... no thanks. I'm not too good with alcohol," she mumbles. In truth she was something of a light weight. She'd learned that the hard way twice. Once while in prison she'd sampled some prison wine and ended up in the hospital for a pretty bad tumble after getting her cupful down and then once again when she'd drank some of Belle's liquid after she made a score. It'd been almost a day later when she woke up with the worst hangover she could ever imagine. She ate at the chicken slowly, observing the other fur devouring his. She smiled. Fond memories of Belle wolfing, literally, down her food. It must have been something with that species.

"You want to know more about me?" she asked, her voice subdued. With a sigh she nodded. "Like I told Sir Ella, I'm not a fighter... that's my partner. Incidentally she's a wolfen as well. I grew up on the streets of Merctown as a thief. We had a little ragtag group of city rats all united for one purpose. Mutual survival. And we did pretty well, too well. I was jumped and couldn't protect myself. I ran straight into authority and was taken to prison." She sighed again, shaking her head. There were huge parts she was glossing over but that didn't matter. "I was there for a few years, learning and honing my B&E craft. I learned a lot in prison and was eventually released for good behavior. I met Belle, my wolfen partner, in prison to." She smiled. "She was visiting some other anthro for some reason and saw me in the yard and told the officer she wanted to speak to me... we became fast friends and more." To others it probably sounded cheesy but her girlfriend had won her over that day and naturally she would have no one else. "But once I got out I tried to stay straight and narrow. Sadly it's hard to do and I started B&E stuff again. This, the reason I'm here, is my attempt to go legitimate as a procurement specialist." She looked around at the others at the table, trying to gauge what they would think of her story. "I'm the only one left out of the team. I got the item... I just need to get out of Mad Haven and back to Merctown. Then I can start going straight for good."

As the wolfen speaks Rose nods. "Yeah, I felt that when Maude attacked me. Honestly it's probably what saved my life." She continues to listen, eating at her chicken slowly. This was more than she normally ate at a normal sitting, but she hadn't had a lot to eat the last couple of days so it was still rapidly vanishing into her maw. Sensing the knight's sadness Rose pushes her mug towards him. "But what exactly is it? I've never felt anything like that... and I'm used to feeling a lot things."

When Keeper Stone speaks up and places a white rose on the table her eyes go wide. "Is... that what I think it is?" she asks. She'd heard about some seriously heavy plant that was magical and she'd heard about how they could be used for some serious feats of magic. Was this one of them? Her mismatched eyes regarded the white rose and grey stem with thorns with heavy consideration. "So... you just want me to go meet with these Mercs and tell them to come here? I don't even know where here is. But if you want a messenger, I can do that." She smiles. Saving the world wasn't going to be that hard after all. What could possibly go wrong? She could make herself look less dangerous when she met these mercs. Cute and fluffy tended to disarm a lot of people and that would help her get closer and talk to these folks.
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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Drake » Fri Jan 19, 2018 8:40 am

Perception: 1d100 = 26/55% Pass by 29%
Just in Case: 1d20 = 8/1d100 = 80
Conditions: None.


Drake sighs with satisfaction once the crawlers are back in operation. "There now we don't have to worry about the Crawlers and their strange towing issue." Drake says before stowing the tools and making his way back to his motorcycle. "Ecks, Mink... We're all set with the crawlers. If you want I can start heading out to scout our next bit of route."
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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Mink » Fri Jan 19, 2018 2:04 pm

Perception: 65%/1d100 = 30
JIC: 1d20 = 7,1d100 = 9

"Best news all day. Helping folks load up before moving up to point." She helps get everyone loaded up, making sure none get left behind. She then run jumps up to flank Drake. eager to get going, she ends up throwing a little parkour flare in, landing with a fourish. She bows accepting the imaginary applause. Assuming the cyber-knight is ready and mounted, she radios Ecks. "Mink and Drake ready for recon." She gives the cyber-knight a thumbs up.
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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Marcus Dulaclen » Sat Jan 20, 2018 7:13 am

((Rolls Carried Over))

Marcus glanced up at the sudden movement amongst the small group he'd found himself in, watching as they moved towards what appeared to be - considering their familiarity with it - their "ride," as it were. He was somewhat glad that he'd decided not to open fire on them, considering how much firepower they seemed to be packing, and he was doubly glad that they'd not identified him as a hostile. He might have been reckless, hotheaded and aggressive, but he wasn't stupid and he certainly wasn't suicidal quite yet. They seemed to identify him if not as an ally then at least not an enemy, and that was good enough for him for the moment. Taking one last glance at the Deadies shambling about at the edge of the clearing, he hauled the Bandit in his grasp up bodily and dragged him - mouth still clamped shut, sword still at his throat - towards the gathering group, one eye constantly on the activity of the Boners and Festers, just in case. He drew in a steady breath, and shoved the Bandit into the middle of the group in front of him, still secured and held and swordpoint.

He lifted an incredulous eyebrow at the apparent leader - if everybodies reactions towards him were any indication - though he knew that they couldn't see it through his power armours helmet. He gave a quick, sharp snort. "Y're headin' further in t' this fuckin' madhouse?" He shook his head. "What part'a 'I wanna get th' fuck out' d' y' not understand?" He let out a small growl of frustration as he looked around at the blasted remains of what probably - once upon a time - were probably reasonably nice houses. What other choice did he have? Strike out on his own and hope to not run into any more fucking lunatics or Deadites, hope to avoid the Psychic Storms and whatever else, then survive in the barren wastes surrounding the place? It was suicide to head out on his own, and considering this lot seemed to be the least likely people around to try to kill him...it wasn't much of a decision, though he knew he didn't like the answer. "Ah, fuckin' hell. Not like I have 'ny other choice, 'sit?" He shook his head again, frustrated. "Fuckin' fine. Bu' 'f y' get me killed, asshole, I fuckin' swear t' tha' bitch th' Universe tha' I'm comin' back t' haunt all'a y'r asses. Got it?" He wasn't going to die, he was sure; the Universe hadn't finished shitting on him yet, probably. Why would it let its favourite chewtoy escape so fucking easily?
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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Brianna Clarke » Sat Jan 20, 2018 8:28 pm

Perception: 1d20 = 2
JIC: 1d20 = 12, 1d100 = 18

1d10 = 7

Sensory Equipment: 1d100 = 95 (40%)

Force Field Belt: 75/75 MDC - activated
Mind Block, Duration: 30 minutes, +1 to save vs. all psychic and mental attacks

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I.S.P. Multiplier: 84/170 (x10)

Brianna huffs in frustration when the sensors fuzz out for a second. 'What the hell? Did I do something stupid again?' She wonders to herself as she tries to get the sensors working. She worries that the quiet outside is simply the quiet before the storm which seems to be confirmed by Mink's warning. She keeps looking at the window looking for these skeletal scavengers, hoping they won't try to attack the group and that they'll get to leave soon.
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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Ecks » Sun Jan 21, 2018 11:48 am

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Not entirely sure how this newcomer was going to work, Ecks point to the Sled. "Hop on the Sled. Oh, what's yer name.? I'm Ecks, this is Drake. That's Mink. Sel's over there. Speakman there. Singer in the Blue Boy. Brianna's up top in Morning Glory the Mobile Hunter. Mick's drivin' the Sled."

Ecks says. getting back to the Mobile Hunter, he sees Brianna frustrated. "Still giving you fits? Oh, We now that we've got the silvered flechettes loaded we can deal with those undead if needs be. Finally we're ready to move." he says in a surprisingly upbeat manner. Well, maybe that was a bit forced, but this place will eat us alive if we let it.
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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Selenidaria » Mon Jan 22, 2018 12:38 pm

Perception: 1d100 = 76/31% (or 46% when dealing with magic, machines, or their combination)
Just in Case: 1d20 = 8/1d100 = 100

Ecks wrote:Perception: Original post: 1d20+11 = 14
JIC: Original post: 1d20 = 11/Original post: 1d100 = 49

Ecks admirably accesses Sel's skill. She seems to know her business. But why a Chipwell? he says shaking his head to himself. Speaking to Speakman, Ecks says, "Your bodyguard seems well suited to this environment. Just watch yourself. Not trying to tell you what to do, but I don't like this place at all. If something doesn't seem right, get to cover." Maybe because of Mindy, he wants to make sure Nathaniel makes it back in one piece.

Once repairs are made, he moves to the base of Morning Glory and calls everyone along with Marcus over for a pow-wow. He looks to everyone in turn to get their input on what he's laying down. Looking at Marcus he says "So friend, if you want a ride, we can give you one. We've got handcuffs for that guy." he says, thumbing towards the captured bandit. "Either way we are about to get moving but we are headed deeper in. We're going to a statue here. We've got an issue right now with some high end psychic waves. They're pretty bad, but hoping to get them resolved shortly. To be honest I'm not sure what is still in store. Since you're a merc, if you'll work with us, we can get you some pay as well. The short of it is we will be exploring the eastern coast line, including this disaster. That's about the best we can do. Still want that ride?


Even though Sel was initially irritated at the fact that Ecks took lead on the repairs because Staci is HER ride after, her irritation quickly faded as she found herself having to focus on keeping pace with her boss and in the process learning a couple of shortcuts that makes the work easier. When Ecks calls for everyone to gather 'round for a discussion, Sel finds herself having to strain to understand what the newcomer was saying meekly "Um, sir? We only just arrived this morning and haven't had much of a chance to accomplish our goals. If you'd like, you can ride in Staci taking the gunner's console." Oh why did I go and do that? He sounds like he's a big jerk who hates the world and wouldn't be pleasant company. Oh I hope he declines! Sel thinks to herself as she suddenly realizes that she may have been a little too nice to this stranger.
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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Maniacal Laugh » Sun Jan 28, 2018 2:05 pm

Local Conditions wrote:Probably Madhaven
  • Location: Jerseyside
  • Population: Unknown, but they all want to kill you
  • Time: 0800 Tuesday, September 9 110 PA
  • Ley Line Activity: Calm, within 1 mile of a ley line nexus
  • Weather: 43, clear skies, no wind
  • Visibility: Good, sunlight
  • I.S.P. Condition (Brianna): Supernatural x10

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SATELLITE'S GONE UP TO THE SKIES (Ecks, Bri, Drake, Mink, Sel, Marcus, Victor, Shane)
More animated corpses crawl out of the dark hiding places. Working together they start to drag the actual corpses back into their lairs. The skeletal abominations watch with singleminded focus on their "charges". Since AAPS hasn't moved to attack or disrupt their operation, the undead ignore them.

As soon as the repairs are done, the overwhelming psychic force pummels Sel. Not because it's any worse, but she is OUTSIDE. The strange canyons of steel, rubble and improbably twisted vegetation create one of the most bleak environments she's ever been in, and now she's standing out in the open, and anything, literally anything could be out to get her. Her mind is cracking. Her hands shake. Sweat and panicked breath fill her helmet, making it hard to see.

At the head of the group, sort of, Drake and Mink take a look at their options. The road they are on [green line on map] is blocked dead ahead, that is, to the southwest. It looks like the corner to the left, southeast, is open, at least from their point of view. However, one block northwest was another road [orange line on map] that looked straight for at least a half mile or so. It may be clear beyond that, but it takes a dogleg left and they couldn't see as they passed by on their way to the party with the bandits.

"Ecks, I'm not sure about this guys attitude," Speakman radios privately to Ecks. "This place is insane and I understand the need for extra help, I support that. But this guy is already so angry, what's going to happen the deeper we go into this place and things get even worse. I trust your judgement though, I'm not in this sort of business" There is concern in his voice.

The bandit continues to weakly struggle against Marcus. It's more a signal to Marcus that he's still alive and not ready to be cast to the festulents. He's not bothering with talking any more. He glances over, and if Marcus follows his look, he will see that the remains of Lt. Daniels has almost completely turned to mush, oozing out of the spot where his helmet should be.

No mindstorms, so that's good. Otherwise things are pretty frustrating for Brianna up in the control compartment of the big bot. She still has her mental block up, so the pressure of Madhaven is only a slight fuzz behind her eyes. She fusses around in the cockpit without accomplishing much. Maybe she's tired from the constant mindstorms?

Victor hops back aboard the Sled, taking up his position on the door gun. Mick radios, "Which way boss, at this altitude I can't see of the garbage, you want me to go up a bit and look?"

AAPS is now faced with a choice though, since all roads in Madhaven lead to trouble, it's not clear which path will be best to take. One looks straight and easy, one looks crooked and unknown. But here, both probably lead to peril.

THINGS LIKE THAT DRIVE ME OUT OF MY MIND (Rose)
A wolfen's laugh is loud, ranging from throaty growl to a surprisingly high pitched yowl. Sir Numantinus' laugh is actually in the higher range, and it cuts through all other conversations going on in the room. He gives Rose a toothy smile. There's a rascally twinkle in his eye, and then he says to the her, "No one ever goes straight. Doesn't mean you can't still do good things for people." What exactly caused him such mirth remains a mystery though. Everyone else just gives him a tired look. Apparently boisterousness is not out of character.

When the wolfen digs back into Keeper Stone's untouched plate, Rose has a chance to examine the proffered payment. It's what she didn't dare to think. This is a true mystic rose. One of the most crazy valuable magical ingredients in the world. This is probably millions of credits, between the stem, the thorns and the blossom. It's crazy.

Keeper Stone, implacable despite his plate being pillaged, says calmly, "We will have your vehicle here within the hour. If you need any other equipment, we will do our best to outfit you, but our supplies are limited." He places a handful of photos on the table. They show a mercenary company making their way though the ruins of this place. There's one very large Northern Gun bot. A large wheeled/tracked vehicle that looks more like two or three stuck together. A scrappy hovercraft with door gunners seems to be the only aircraft. There is a guy on a motorcycle, something straight out of the wastelands, fits right in here. There's also a cloaked figure. In one picture, the group is talking to the most horribly twisted beings she has ever seen. They look like borgs or EBA but with flesh sticking out uncomfortably and the whole thing feeling more like a madman's puzzle than a person. They give Rose nightmares just from the picture.

Putting a data tablet on the table, Sir Ella calls up a sketchy map of Madhaven. She points at it, starting with a caveat, "This place shifts and changes all the time, maps aren't that reliable." She puts her finger on a dot near the northwest edge of the island, "This is were we last spotted them. They will likely have moved." She pushes the tablet to Rose, "It might help, but don't trust it."

It's Keeper Stone that wraps things up. "As soon as your vehicle is here, you are to head out. The best way to find them is to feel for the psychic storms. You should be able to easily home in on those. We appreciate your help, you will of course appreciate saving the world and all life on this planet, this dimension, who really knows how far this effect could go."

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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Selenidaria » Wed Jan 31, 2018 10:28 am

Perception: 1d100 = 45/31% (46% when dealing with magic, machines, or their combination)
Just in Case: 1d20 = 9/1d100 = 72

Maniacal Laugh wrote:As soon as the repairs are done, the overwhelming psychic force pummels Sel. Not because it's any worse, but she is OUTSIDE. The strange canyons of steel, rubble and improbably twisted vegetation create one of the most bleak environments she's ever been in, and now she's standing out in the open, and anything, literally anything could be out to get her. Her mind is cracking. Her hands shake. Sweat and panicked breath fill her helmet, making it hard to see.


After finishing their work on Staci and the Cargonaut, Sel stood to stretch the weariness out of her neck by rolling it. While her head was all the way back, she just so happened to open her eyes and see the big, beautiful, terrifying, wide open sky. She lets out a scream as she falls to her knees and snaps her head back forward, but it's already too late. She's already seen it. Up until now she had been able to avoid thinking about it due to either staying in Staci or being so focused on getting replacement tires for Staci and the Cargonaut and not get killed in the process, but the second she started to relax her mind reminded her why that wasn't a good thing.

It's a big world out there, Sel! Your mother and I are the only ones who can protect you. Out there, there's danger hiding around every corner and behind every bush, and no one is going to protect you! You'll be all alone. The only way you are going to be able to survive will be control your environment, but you're still too young to do that, child! Sel's father's voice sounded as clear and angry at her as it did the day they had that argument, one month before she ran off. Tears streamed down her face as she crawled to the door of Staci, that argument replaying in her head over and over. Once inside of Staci, the familiar surroundings gave her enough comfort that she was able to stand back up as she damn near ran to the smallest area of Staci that she could fit in while still wearing her power armor as she curled up and sobbed, trying to get herself back under control.
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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Drake » Wed Jan 31, 2018 11:00 am

Perception: 1d100 = 91/55%
Just in Case: 1d20 = 18/1d100 = 4
Conditions: None

Astronomy & Navigation 1d100 = 30/55% (To determine the best course of options)

Drake sits quietly on his bike for a moment thinking about which way the crew should go. Switching his radio over to Mink, Drake begins the discussion with her. "So the two routes we have ahead of us are likely going to get us to the same place, If I were a betting man I would say that the straight path is going to be trouble in the long run versus the winding path. What do you think?" Drake asks before switching to the group channel. "Yeah Vic that seems like a good idea. Just don't get too far off." Drake replies, hoping Ecks doesn't disagree. Drake again goes back to sitting on his bike quietly thinking about the situation. If/When Vic responds with good/bad news Drake starts moving in the decided direction.
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M.D.C. by Location:
Shoulders (2): 11 each, Back/Shoulder Blades (2): 18 each, Forearms (2): 13 each, Thighs/Upper Legs (2): 18 each, Chest Plate: 58/58.
Temporary Conditions: None.
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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Mink » Wed Jan 31, 2018 8:06 pm

Perception 1d100 = 58/55%
JIC: 1d20 = 3, 1d100 = 14

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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Victor Singer » Thu Feb 01, 2018 4:29 am

Perception: 1d20+3 = 18
JIC: 1d20 = 10
JIC: 1d100 = 82


Victor shakes the fuzz from his brain, "This place must be getting to me too...if this is even half of what Brianna and a couple of the other psyhics' of the gang are dealing with, I feel sorry for 'em...". Focusing on Mick's question, he responds over the Sleds internal comms, "Yeah, get above this soup and let's see what's up ahead Mick.". Seeing the Blue Boy pilot climb aboard, he taps the guy on the shoulder then offers his hand, speaking over the suits externals, "I'm Victor, the big slacker up front in the pilot's seat is Mick. Welcome aboard the Sled. There's only one door gun here, but feel free to use the other side door as a shooting position. Oh, there's an internal comm channel for inside here as well...it's...", Victor rattles off the frequency to the Sleds local comm and is about to bring up the AAPS channel when he stops and decides to follow protocol, "One sec...".

Victor switches to the direct channel for Morning Glory and hails Ecks, "Ecks, do you want the Blue Boy pilot on the AAPS channel? I haven't given him the freq yet, wanted to check with you first...Oh and uh, sorry about zoning out a bit ago....honestly boss man, I think this Madhaven place is getting too me. Tell Brianna she has my sympathy will ya'?", he waits for a response before giving Marcus the AAPS radio channel.


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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Marcus Dulaclen » Thu Feb 01, 2018 5:51 pm

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Marcus clambered up into the Sled after only a moments further hesitation, moving past Soldier Boy - Ecks, did he say his name was? - on his way into the ship. "Marcus," he answered simply as he moved past, ducking his head as he entered the interior of what appeared to be their Transport. It looked somewhat sturdier than the little dropships his last outfit had been equipped with, but then, that wasn't exactly difficult; the group he'd accompanied into Madhaven had been laughably underequipped for the mission and their transport ships had been put together seemingly by papermache and gaffer tape, especially when it came to resisting rocket fire. The Sled, at least, looked like it might be able to take a few hits before going down in flames, and it was amazing just how much of a difference that made in making Marcus feel at least a little secure. He was certain the Universe would find a way to fuck him over again - it seemed to be its favourite passtime, especially recently - but at least in this thing, it would have to try, right?

He was broken from his musings by a sharp rap on the shoulder, to which he turned with an irritated expression on his face. Yes, it was hidden behind the Blue Boy's Visor, but he wore it nonetheless. He was faced with the other Power Armour - the one who obviously had a lot more money and equipment than Marcus did - holding out a hand towards him. Marcus simply looked at it for a long moment, before half-heartedly taking it in a quick, done and dusted shake. He wasn't exactly feeling very friendly right at that moment - all things considered - but while they were in the air, perhaps it was a bad idea to be too openly disrespectful of the people giving him a lift. He quickly keyed in the Comm Channel to his internal channel memory, then took a half step backwards; he disliked being too close to people he didn't know, after all. "Marcus," he grunted again, shortly. This was what he hated about introductions; having to repeat his name over and over again. "S' y're headin' further in, 'r y'? Are y' lot Stupid, or jus' fuckin' crazy?" He'd only seen a little bit of Madhaven, but already he knew...it was not the kind of place you really wanted to stay long if you valued your life or your sanity. That was for damn sure.
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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Brianna Clarke » Sat Feb 03, 2018 4:04 pm

Perception: 1d20 = 9
JIC: 1d20 = 14, 1d100 = 42

1d10 = 1

Sensory Equipment: 1d100 = 38 (40%)

Force Field Belt: 75/75 MDC - activated
Mind Block, Duration: 30 minutes, +1 to save vs. all psychic and mental attacks

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Brianna rubs her eyes as she continues to have no luck in reading the sensors. 'I need a nap.' she thinks to herself. She wonders if she'd even be able to sleep given the environment that they're in and all the mind storms that keep happening. She continues to try to read the sensors, mentally noting to herself to ask Ecks for pointers since she seems to be either really good or really bad at reading sensors at any given moment.
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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Ecks » Fri Feb 09, 2018 10:43 am

Perception: 1d100/85%
JIC: 1d20/1d100

"S' y're headin' further in, 'r y'? Are y' lot Stupid, or jus' fuckin' crazy?"


"Marcus eh? Noted. As far as either stupid or crazy, time will tell. At the least desperate would fit in there."

After they get moving, Ecks receives Vic's transmission. He replies, "Yes, go ahead. No need in creating additional issues. And since you're radioing me, I'm sure she's already heard." he adds with a chuckle.

Ecks takes his seat next to Brianna, but let's her handle Morning Glory. "I'm going to let you handle her for the meantime. Best to get practice in while you can."
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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Victor Singer » Sat Feb 10, 2018 12:38 pm

Perception: 1d20+3 = 6
JIC: 1d20 = 18
JIC: 1d100 = 79


Marcus Dulaclen wrote:"Marcus," he grunted again, shortly. This was what he hated about introductions; having to repeat his name over and over again. "S' y're headin' further in, 'r y'? Are y' lot Stupid, or jus' fuckin' crazy?" He'd only seen a little bit of Madhaven, but already he knew...it was not the kind of place you really wanted to stay long if you valued your life or your sanity. That was for damn sure.


Ecks wrote:After they get moving, Ecks receives Vic's transmission. He replies, "Yes, go ahead. No need in creating additional issues. And since you're radioing me, I'm sure she's already heard." he adds with a chuckle.


His eyes still on his side of the Sled, Victor pauses as he listens to Ecks' answer. "Roger that Ecks.", he sends over the AAPS channel before switching back over to the Sled internal com and answering, "Hey, here's the AAPS channel for talking to the others Marcus," Victor rattles off the AAPS freq and gives the PA pilot time to enter it before going on, "And to answer your question, I'm out here because Ecks is an old friend from MI, we grew up together...plus this is more excitement then I saw in 4 years with the MI Army. I'll admit this place is more screwball then I like, but Ecks is the leader and I follow his orders. I trust him, Brianna, and Drake. So crazy or not, here we are.". Victor changes the subject suddenly on the other PA guy, "So, I dig your NG-X44 you've got there. I have one back at our HQ, in fact it was the suit I bought with my savings after separating from the army. If you don't mind a suggestion, I upgraded the 'Thumper' laser with the guts from an NG-45LP to give it more punch...less range but better damage output. If you come back to MercTown with us I'll show it to you, see what ya' think. How did you end up buying that suit anyways? Not that I'm downing it of course, just wondering why you picked it.", Victor is apparently trying to pass the time by making small talk with the new guy...most likely because he is a fellow power armor operator.


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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Maniacal Laugh » Sat Feb 10, 2018 7:16 pm

Local Conditions wrote:Probably Madhaven
  • Location: Jerseyside
  • Population: Unknown, but they all want to kill you
  • Time: 0807 Tuesday, September 9 110 PA
  • Ley Line Activity: Calm, within 1 mile of a ley line nexus
  • Weather: 43, clear skies, no wind
  • Visibility: Good, sunlight
  • I.S.P. Condition (Brianna): Supernatural x10

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NOW I'M GONNA TELL YOU A STORY (Ecks, Bri, Drake, Mink, Sel, Marcus, Victor, Shane)
Sel huddles in her safe spot in her big rig, sobbing, crammed in the small 'fresher. It's kind of ridiculous if you think about it, but the confined space helped her calm down. She is oblivious to the world for a few moments though.

Best Drake can guess, they are a few miles north of where their destination should be, but that's as the crow flies. And a crow would probably get shot, eaten, burned, possessed, or otherwise meet its demise long before it flew that far. The bent road takes the group further east. The straight road is almost due south, but angles just a bit to the west. Their destination is somewhere between those two directions.

"Jumping bean, alright boss lady, I got it, relax, okay?" Mick replies to Mink over the radio, his grumbling, deep voice somehow sounding care-free. As much as a sluggard as he appears, Mick is competent, as Mink observed. He maneuvers the Sled slowly over the tops of the fallen buildings and weird plant life he skims over the high spots and drops down a little into the artificial canyon beyond. She's looking the wrong way though and loses sight of the Sled. It pulls up a little higher to peek around the corner, side-slipping to keep Victor's gun trained down the road (Mick isn't sure about this foul mouthed agree power armor guy, he's way too uptight for the larmac).

Victor and Marcus are interrupted as Mick shouts over the Sled's internal PA system, "We're on the move boyos, get on them guns. Yap later."

For a change, Brianna manages to effectively use the sensors. She tracks the Sled's slow progress through the ruins. Mick seems to be keeping the kitbashed hover craft safe even in the confines of the trench-like ruins. He never drops down below about forty feet above the deck, but never goes higher than about a hundred feet. In addition to the sensors, Bri is able to get the giant robot moving to regroup with the others. Maybe things are looking up?

In the pilot seat, Ecks watches as Bri gets Morning Glory moving, haltingly, but not terrible driving.

The festulants and bone fiends seem perfectly happy to let AAPS move away. However. It has been far to quiet for far too long. There's a horrible piercing scream from the direction of the undead. Turning to look that direction is a big letdown, but it's also not unexpected. A human-ish looking person clad in mage armor is swinging a wooden staff around over their head and screaming. Something along the lines of: "How can you be standing their! Attack the living! Kill the living! Kill them all!" and loud variations of the same thing. Adornments about this person are unmistakably death related, combined with dark and evil symbols. Almost unmistakably a necromancer. The things next to them are much harder to identify.

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Unfortunately, the other undead nearby also respond to the necromancer. The bone fiends gather in groups, a few more coming out of the nearby ruins, for a total of fifteen. Similarly the festulants reluctantly leave their meals and group together to start an attack on the living.

Too quiet indeed. And what can make an undead attack better? A mind storm! Another burst of psychic energy erupts from Brianna's tortured brain. It throws everything into chaos. The Mobile Hunter has built in gyroscopic stabilization, so despite Bri's hands on the controls, it doesn't topple over when she jerks out of her seat to collapse into a heap of quivering sad on the deck of the cab. Ecks didn't fare much better, he was also jolted out of his seat, smacking his head on the edge of the main drive control panel. No damage, but not comfortable.

Drake keels over, toppling his heavy bike to the ground, he flops clear and twitches nearby. Sel leaped up in her seat, smashing through the 'fresher door as her involuntary reaction is magnified by her exoskeleton. She did not ruin any plumbing though. Mink's suit also includes a similar gyro stabilizing feature as Ecks' robot, but hers is inherently unstable to allow for her acrobatic maneuvers. She stumbles to her knees, clutching her head. Remarkably, the Sled is not out of range of the mindstorm. Strapped in, neither Victor or Marcus are thrown from the hover craft, but they do fall unconscious like everybody else. Everybody else includes Mick. The Sled careens into the cliff-like ruins, but instead of crashing he manages to bring it down for a hard landing. Marcus and Victor swing around like ragdolls and the Sled bounces to a stop.

Good new, bad news. The necromancer suffers the same fate as AAPS. They collapse on the ground, writhing in pain and clutching their head. Anyone close enough could see some blood running through the face mask. The three big creatures and the festulants collapse, and just lay on the ground twitching. The bone fiends seem to loose all cognitive ability and wander in circles.

Brianna, Victor and Mink recover quickly, but everyone else is toast. Except for the necromancer. The necromancer immediately starts organizing their forces, collecting the bone fiends and reviving the others with displays of magic.

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Note: Only Brianna, Victor and Mink can act for 4 melees, everyone else is out. So...
NPC Control Groups
Ecks: Controls Savage Lummox Mutants
Sel: Controls Festulant Groups 1&2
Marcus: Controls Festulant Group 3 and Bone Fiend Group 1
Drake: Controls Bone Fiend Groups 2 & 3

Roll for attacks as a Group, this works just like a volley. All hit or none hit.

Undead Savage Lummox: 41 MDC, HF 13, Spd 8, Energy Bolt 10/hour 2d6 MD 150ft range, Punch 4d6 MD, 7 APM, +4 to strike, +2 to parry, +1 to dodge, undead only total destruction will stop them, bullets do half damage, fire does double damage.

Bone Fiend: 53 MDC, HF 12, Spd 15, Sword 3d6 MD , Punch 1d6 MD, 5 APM, +1 initiative, +2 to strike, parry, dodge, crit 19 or 20, regen 1d6 MDC per melee, fire does +50%, silver, magic, holy weapons do normal damage, holy symbols will keep at bay.

Festulents: 50 MDC, HF 12, Spd 11, Claw 3d6 MD, Bite 1d6 MD, 5 APM, +1 to strike, parry, dodge, regen 3d6/minute, silver, magic, holy weapons do normal damage, holy symbols will keep at bay. Note: 1 per group has picked up a dead bandits laser pistol: 2d6 MD, 10 shots, no bonuses.


A TALE OF WRONG AND RIGHT (Rose)
The rest of the morning passes in a blur. Rose realizes it's still early in the day as she sits outside the walled area the Knights and Keeper described as the Garden. They practically sat her on her hover vehicle, pushed her out the door and gave her a secure radio code and map to help find the way back. Sir Ella tried to be encouraging and said, "Watch out for the leopard men, but the metal morphs should be on the look out for you. You're friends out there helped them, so that made our job easier."

Keeper Stone was silent. Sir Numantinus just gave Rose a slap on the back and said, "Good luck." Then stage whispering, he added, You'll need it."

As if on cue, she senses the psychic explosion. It's not specific, but she is pretty sure it came from the north-west of her position.

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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Victor Singer » Sun Feb 11, 2018 9:53 am

Perception: 1d20+3 = 4
JIC: 1d20 = 3
JIC: 1d100 = 44
Initiative: 1d20+5 = 12 (+8 more vs. robots & PA)

Victor groans and mutters aloud, "Fuckin' hate that...", looking up he sees the dipstick with the creepy death armor and big stick yelling for his...things to attack. "Heads up Marcus, targets to the North!", he snaps over the internal coms. Victor decides to go along with the ancient saying about the snake, "Cut the head off...", he says as he brings the NE-200's barrel in line with the shouting figure, "...and the body dies.", he finishes as he squeezes the trigger, letting a full burst of rounds fly. Not taking any chances he pours plasma cartridge rounds into the mage until there is nothing left and once that is done he moves on to whatever target is closest to AAPS personnel.


Action #1: Burst firing NE-200; Target: Necromancer, Strike: 1d20+5 = 13, Damage: 2d6 = 7x10 = 70 MD
Action #2: Burst firing NE-200; Target: Necromancer or other, Strike: 1d20+5 = 11, Damage: 2d6 = 8x10 = 80 MD
Action #3: Burst firing NE-200; Target: Necromancer or other, Strike: 1d20+5 = 18, Damage: 2d6 = 8x10 = 80 MD
Action #4: Burst firing NE-200; Target: Necromancer or other, Strike: 1d20+5 = 14, Damage: 2d6 = 8x10 = 80 MD
Action #5: Burst firing NE-200; Target: Necromancer or other, Strike: 1d20+5 = 23, Damage: 2d6 = 7x10 = 70 MD
Action #6: Burst firing NE-200; Target: Necromancer or other, Strike: 1d20+5 = 12, Damage: 2d6 = 7x10 = 70 MD
Action #7: Burst firing NE-200; Target: Necromancer or other, Strike: 1d20+5 = 9, Damage: 2d6 = 7x10 = 70 MD
Action #8: Burst firing NE-200; Target: Necromancer or other, Strike: 1d20+5 = 20, Damage: 2d6 = 8x10 = 80 MD
Action #9: Burst firing NE-200; Target: Necromancer or other, Strike: 1d20+5 = 6, Damage: 2d6 = 9x10 = 90 MD (Nat 1 for strike roll...on the last burst...awesome, lol)


Auto dodge #1: 1d20+7 = 27
Auto dodge #2: 1d20+7 = 12
Auto dodge #3: 1d20+7 = 25
Auto dodge #4: 1d20+7 = 8
Auto dodge #5: 1d20+7 = 13
Auto dodge #6: 1d20+7 = 18
Auto dodge #7: 1d20+7 = 17
Auto dodge #8: 1d20+7 = 26
Auto Dodge #9: 1d20+7 = 25

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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Rose Dandy-Ba » Mon Feb 12, 2018 7:36 pm

Perception: 1d100 = 43 out of 36% (FAIL)
JIC d20: 1d20 = 4
JIC d100: 1d100 = 100
Pilot Hovercycle: 1d100 = 96 out of 100% (PASS)

Rose sits in fascination in the garden trying to recall a time she'd ever been in a place this tranquil. And now with the knowledge that it was in Madhaven her mind was simply unable to process this. It was like finding a pristine jewel in a lump of coal, something that a person just didn't think they'd encounter. And yet here were knights and squires going about their day heedless of the psychic turbulence that had plagued her since she arrived here. For the first time she could let her mental block down and just enjoy the area. Her empathic powers letting her sample the mood around her, and while none were joyous they were at least all happy to be doing something for others. She wondered how all these individuals came to be here. And as she laid back and looked up at the sky she thought at the price of the Rose they were going to offer her. Millions of credits. She'd be set for life if she sold it. If she came home, showed it to Belle they could afford to move out of the warrens. Her ears twitched in time to the movement of her whiskers. But would that make her famous? Enough to rub her parents face in it that they'd abounded her. Had let her grow up on the streets of the warrens and be almost killed by rival gangers. She growled and sat up. No, if she sold that Rose she'd be set for a while, but it'd never make Anis or Dandy look up to her and be sorry that they'd done this too her. Her mother had married some Aristorat or something. She'd never even noticed the jewels Rose had stolen from her. She rose gracefully to her feet and started pacing back and forth trying to get her parents off her mind. She'd show them. She'd open the most successful club in Merctown, she'd save people, she'd destroy the Coalition States, drive Splugorth and other boogie men off her planet. They'd have to grovel in her shadow at that point.

To clear her mind she found herself reverting to her old meditation of Parkouring up buildings and items. The touch of her fingers against the stone or the bark demanding her to think about her foot placement and to be conscious of the way she had to move. Belle had her ways to meditate and so did Rose. If she couldn't dance or play a musical instrument she liked to scamper, as she liked to call it, make her body work while her mind zoned and concentrated on the task at hand. By the time she was told her cycle was her she was panting like a dog that'd gone on a run. She gave the wolfen a meek grin and accepted the love slap with good grace. She'd been given a map and a radio, she made sure to double check those, even if reading maps wasn't her strong suit she should be able to point it out to the other folks. She continued her double checking of her gear and with a grimace she reached into a saddle bag and pulled out a small cloth wrapped bundle. The jewel she'd been sent to retrieve. She had no idea what it did or what it was going to be used for, nor did she care if it didn't kill her. She handed it wordlessly to the wolfen. Hoping he'd understand that she'd be back for that. That as a show of her commitment she was going to leave the item she'd been tasked with retrieving. "I'll be back soon," she said, slipping her helmet on over her head. "At least I hope," she muttered to herself.

With a twist of the throttle she kicked off, her body scooping low towards the device in question and the ping of the psychic explosion in her mind she knew sort of where to head. Really she'd just have to follow those explosions to their source and then ask to speak to the teams leader. She knew nothing about any of the freelance Mercs in MercTown. Only that they generally made a name for themselves and they were tough cookies. She really didn't want to pick a fight with these guys, but she also didn't want to seem like a push over. She was conscripted to bring them back to the Grove but there was no way she would be able to force them to come. If they were a merc group that meant guns, knives, swords, tanks, magic and certainly a psychic powerful enough to cause what felt like explosions. Perhaps she could cute herself up a bit, look smaller and less intimidating. That'd been what Maude had tried. It wasn't like she was overtly dangerous, she was just... careful. And she above all else wanted to make it home so she'd have to play it straight with these guys, but not to the point where she'd tell them everything and they'd take her back to MercTown in chains.

Her mind sorted she began to focus on the task of cutifying herself, Belle's term not her own, so she'd appear less threatening. Her slight muscle definition faded into her fur as she became softer and cuddlier looking under her armor and helmet. Younger and cuter was her goal as she focused on driving. If she looked younger they might mistake her for a less deadly enemy. That was her hope anyway. Sighing she hoped this worked. She should have told the knights to send a message to Belle if she never came back. She shouldn't think that way, but she had no idea what she was flying into. And Trouble was probably going to be on it's way to those guys. No way others could miss that psychic explosion. If they were smart they'd be running away, not toward it.
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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Ecks » Thu Feb 15, 2018 9:56 am

Perception: --
JIC: 1d20 = 8/1d100 = 72

The undead lummoxes charge, a savage brutality to their abominable countenance. The fire energy bolts as they close the distance towards Shane (or whoever they are directed to attack). Their desire is to simply mangle... something... anything and Shane looks like as good of a place to start as any.

APM:7
Action 1: Run
Action 2: Run + Fire Energy Bolt 1d20+4 = 24, 2d6 = 5 MD
Action 3: Run + Fire Energy Bolt 1d20+4 = 17, 2d6 = 6 MD
Action 4: Run + Fire Energy Bolt 1d20+4 = 9, 2d6 = 11 MD
Action 5: Run + Fire Energy Bolt 1d20+4 = 11, 2d6 = 3 MD
Action 6: Run + Fire Energy Bolt 1d20+4 = 8, 2d6 = 6 MD
Action 7: Run + Punch 1d20+4 = 9, 4d6 = 12 MD
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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Brianna Clarke » Fri Feb 16, 2018 2:35 pm

Perception: 1d20 = 7
JIC: 1d20 = 9, 1d100 = 89
Initiative: 1d20 = 3
APM: 5

1d10 = 6

Sensory Equipment: 1d100 = 52 (40%)

Force Field Belt: 75/75 MDC - activated
Mind Block, Duration: 30 minutes, +1 to save vs. all psychic and mental attacks

Conditions
I.S.P. Multiplier: 84/170 (x10)

Brianna is tense the entire time she's driving Morning Glory. 'Don't crash. Don't crash.' Brianna chants mentally to herself. Unfortunately, it doesn't last long as another mind storm hits Brianna and she falls to the ground in a crumpled heap. When she recovers, she sees Ecks is on the ground unconscious. She makes sure he is okay (is he visibly breathing?) and puts one of the Kleenex he gave her on his head if he is bleeding.

Hearing Victor over the internal radio, Brianna's head snaps up and she realizes that the group is in trouble and it's all her fault. 'These damned mind storms!' Brianna thinks to herself as she jumps up and mans the main gun of the sled, doing her best to get rid of the necromancer before he uses his creatures to kill the unconscious members of the team.

Actions
1. checks to make sure Ecks is alive
2. fires main guns at necromancer. Strike: 1d20 = 4, damage if hit: 2d6*10 = 20
3. fires main guns at necromancer. Strike: 1d20 = 13, damage if hit: 2d6*10 = 120
4. fires main guns at necromancer. Strike: 1d20 = 2, damage if hit: 2d6*10 = 90
5. fires main guns at necromancer. Strike: 1d20 = 18, damage if hit: 2d6*10 = 20
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HP: 45/45
SDC: 25/25

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Precognitive Dreams
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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Selenidaria » Fri Feb 16, 2018 6:37 pm

(For the Festulants)
Perception: 1d100 = 78/15%
Just in Case: 1d20 = 12/1d100 = 5

Maniacal Laugh wrote:The festulants and bone fiends seem perfectly happy to let AAPS move away. However. It has been far to quiet for far too long. There's a horrible piercing scream from the direction of the undead. Turning to look that direction is a big letdown, but it's also not unexpected. A human-ish looking person clad in mage armor is swinging a wooden staff around over their head and screaming. Something along the lines of: "How can you be standing their! Attack the living! Kill the living! Kill them all!" and loud variations of the same thing. Adornments about this person are unmistakably death related, combined with dark and evil symbols. Almost unmistakably a necromancer. The things next to them are much harder to identify.


Two groups of Festulants stood for a moment, looked around, and saw that the closest living thing to kill was the one who commanded them to do so, but an order was still an order, so they had to do it. One Festulant in each group pointed a laser pistol that they picked up off of dead bandits while the other group as they , who were closer to the Necromancer, moved toward him.

Festulant Group 1:
Action 1: Look around for nearest living thing
Action 2: Move 33' to Necromancer. The Festulant with the laser pistol fires it at the Necromancer while moving. 1d20-1 = 5 Damage 2d6 = 7 MD
Action 3: Attack Necromancer with claw attacks 1d20 = 11 Damage 3d6 = 12 MD * Number of Festulants in Group 1

Festulant Group 2:
Action 1: Look around for nearest living thing
Action 2: Move 33' to Necromancer. The Festulant with the laser pistol fires it at the Necromancer while moving. 1d20-1 = 19 Crit! Damage 2d6 = 8 MD * 2 = 16 MD
Action 3: Attack Necromancer with claw attacks 1d20 = 2 Damage 3d6 = 12 MD * Number of Festulants in Group 2

The Festulants move and attack with sorrow on their faces and in their moans.
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HP: 19/19
SDC: 30/30
PPE: 36/90
ISP: 17/27

Constant Effects: Mind Block Auto-Defense

Millenium Tree Leaf Armor MDC: 60/60

MP-10 MageFire Bolt Rifle 5d6+3 MD/1d6x10+ 6 Ammo: 17/18
Recharge: 40 PPE/80 ISP
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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Mink » Sun Feb 18, 2018 9:01 pm

Perception: 65%/90% (if it involves one of her lore checks)/1d100 = 85
JIC: 1d20 = 20, 1d100 = 3
Lore: Demons & Monsters: 70%/1d100 = 74 (for the new kinds of undead)
Lore: Magic - General Knowledge: 65%/1d100 = 39
Lore: Magic - Recognize Enchantment: 49%/1d100 = 99 (he got anything extra going that's obvious?)
Jet Packs: 74%/1d100 = 56 (Up, Up and Away!)
Sense of Balance: 90%/1d100 = 79 (Look mah, look at me dance! Parkour baby!)

Mink sees the undead and the overwhelming firepower being sent at the Necromancer and trusts that her companions can handle it. She jets up and above the fray, with her scythe at the ready, her rifle stowed as she launches. She strikes the big lummox with the scythe, relying on her agility and reflexes to get her out of harm's way.

Attack 1: Stow Rifle and Jet towards the Lummoxes
Attack 2: Scythe Attack on Lummox and Autododge
    Strike: 1d20+6 = 24 3d6 = 10 MD (Silver) 1d20+4 = 15
Attack 3: Scythe Attack on Lummox and Autododge
    Strike: 1d20+6 = 22 3d6 = 10 MD (Silver) 1d20+4 = 10
Attack 4: Scythe Attack on Lummox and Autododge
    Strike: 1d20+6 = 10 3d6 = 6 MD (Silver) 1d20+4 = 22
Attack 5: Scythe Attack on Lummox and Autododge
    Strike: 1d20+6 = 24 3d6 = 15 MD (Silver) 1d20+4 = 9
Attack 6: Scythe Attack on Lummox and Autododge
    Strike: 1d20+6 = 19 3d6 = 16 MD (Silver) 1d20+4 = 12
Attack 7: Scythe Attack on Lummox and Autododge
    Strike: 1d20+6 = 18 3d6 = 16 MD (Silver) 1d20+4 = 8
Attack 8: Scythe Attack on Lummox and Autododge
    Strike: 1d20+6 = 14 3d6 = 11 MD (Silver) 1d20+4 = 12
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Re: NEW YORK DOLLS

Postby Drake » Mon Feb 19, 2018 8:30 am

Bone Fiend Group 2 Initiative: 1d20+1 = 10
Bone Fiend 1: 53/53
    Action 1: Move towards the other converging Undead.
    Action 2: Move towards the other converging Undead.
    Action 3: While attempting to surround the target Swing Swords. (Strike: 1d20+2 = 3; Damage: 3d6 = 9 M.D.)
    Action 4: Swing Swords. (Strike: 1d20+2 = 11; Damage: 3d6 = 11 M.D.)
    Action 5: Swing Swords. (Strike: 1d20+2 = 15; Damage: 3d6 = 15 M.D.)
    Regenerate: 1d6 = 6 M.D.C.

Bone Fiend Group 3 Initiative: 1d20+1 = 17
Bone Fiend 1: 53/53
    Action 1: Move towards the other converging Undead.
    Action 2: Move towards the other converging Undead.
    Action 3: While attempting to surround the target Swing Swords. (Strike: 1d20+2 = 10; Damage: 3d6 = 11 M.D.)
    Action 4: Swing Swords. (Strike: 1d20+2 = 11; Damage: 3d6 = 15 M.D.)
    Action 5: Swing Swords. (Strike: 1d20+2 = 11; Damage: 3d6 = 8 M.D.)
    Regenerate: 1d6 = 2 M.D.C.

The undead skeletal creatures hear the commands of their master, and begin to move in on the targets. The Creatures thought process would likely be alien to most living, but it's tactic is to move in with the other creatures under it's masters command and supplement their strikes, making it more difficult for the prey to escape. The Bone fiends attack with battered looking long swords, hitting with the strength of modern weaponry. If certain members of the AAPS were awake, they'd likely scoff at the creatures fighting style, but not so much their tactics.
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"Where must we go, we who wander this wasteland, in search of our better selves." ~The First Histories of Man.
"I hear black and I have no mercy." ~Drake, during the black rage.
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S.D.C.: 87/60
P.P.E.: 27/27
I.S.P.: 31/31
Cyber-Armor A.R.: 16
M.D.C. by Location:
Shoulders (2): 11 each, Back/Shoulder Blades (2): 18 each, Forearms (2): 13 each, Thighs/Upper Legs (2): 18 each, Chest Plate: 58/58.
Temporary Conditions: None.
Armor:
Armoured M.D.C. Sharp Duster MDC: 28/28
Streetwolf M.D.C. Combat pants M.D.C.: 8/8
NG Gloves M.D.C.: 2/2
NG Track Boots M.D.C.: 6/6
Weapons:
TX-26 Particle Beam Pistol Ammo: 15/9 Extra Ammo: 3 FSE, 2 Pistol E-Clips.
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None.
Temporary Conditions
None.
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