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Shad is now known as Ch
<Arsenal> 'lo Ch`dith
Ch is now known as ChDith
<ChDith> what, no apostrophes? *growl*
<Arsenal> use the backwards apostrophe...
<Arsenal> `
ChDith is now known as Ch`Dith
<Ch`Dith> ah, thanks
<Arsenal> n/p
Ch`Dith hrms... how does XP (if that exists in rifts) work anyhoo?
<Arsenal> yes, experience works in Rifts...
<Arsenal> fortunately, you cannot lose XP.
<Arsenal> Experience is based on how good you RP, what actions you perform, etc.
<Ch`Dith> *nod* and what do you do with 'em? Does one "level" or just use 
individual amounts of XP to increase a single attribute or skill?
<Arsenal> you increase in experience levels based on your XP... each increase in 
experience levels results in an increase in abilities, hit points, etc.
<Arsenal> different OCCs/RCCs increase in experience faster than others...
<Ch`Dith> Like the AD&D style of leveling as opposed to, say, the ShadowRun way
<Arsenal> never played ShadowRun... but essentially yes.
<Ch`Dith> roight. 
<Ch`Dith> I take it dwagons level slowly?
<Arsenal> yeah...
<Ch`Dith> cool
<Arsenal> to get from level one to level 2 takes 3000 points...
Ch`Dith ponders a 3 1/2 hour nap to function more efficiently at T-00
Ch`Dith is away [TE/11:16PM] - Schnooze... Back in 3 hours - [l/ON]
Ch`Dith is away [TE/11:17PM] - Schnooze... Back in 4 hours - [l/ON]
Arsenal will bbiab... getting food made with^H^H^H^Hby real Chinese people...
You are now known as Ars_AFK
You are now known as Arsenal
<Arsenal> 're all
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<Arsenal> 'lo ladies
<Katsia> Aylos :)
<Arsenal> kitty, I know you're sharing the comp, but I'd appreciate it if it was 
just "Kasia", 'k?
<Katsia> Okee.
Katsia is now known as Kasia
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<Kasia> (kat: :P)
<WhtStar2> better.
WhtStar2 waves
<Arsenal> hey, WS2
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<Arsenal> sorry, kat... 
<Arsenal> 'lo UL
UpLink is now known as Vander
<Vander> Oi!
<Kasia> Ay, runt
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<Vander> Oi, N'Mor
<Vander> Oi, babe
<Arsenal> 'lo Big Guy
Kasia sporks Vander in the knee
<N`Mor> Greetings, fellow wanderers.
Vander hops around clutching his knee
<Arsenal> Kasia: did ya have to crawl to get that low?
<Kasia> Ars: It was a spork-toed-boot-kick. ;)
<WhtStar2> :)
<Vander> Welcome to pre-session Hobbit Stomping Fun
<WhtStar2> allrighty them!
<WhtStar2> then, even
<Arsenal> WS2: in keeping with tradition, I suppose it'd be best if you assumed 
yer RP nick.
Vander hides
WhtStar2 is now known as Ru`ach
<Arsenal> Okay, now, we have an hour before Raenar and Steve are supposed to 
show (also about the same time Ch'dith is gonna wake from his nap.
<Arsenal> any questions for me before we start?
<Vander> Eep! *digs himself a hole, FAST*
<Kasia> ... not really
<Vander> I don't think I could take a 1 hour beating O_o
Kasia raises a fighting knife, artistically shaves teh hobbit into a pleasant 
Martha-Stewart-esque door wreath
N`Mor wonders if Malik will ever be a PC for a session
<Arsenal> I haven't authorized the hobbit-stomping yet
Ru`ach sees Kasia's back to qwerty...
<Kasia> WS2: Yeah. Can't type fast enough dvorak yet.
<Arsenal> N`Mor: He claims he'll be in today
<Kasia> Ars: Aww! :(
Kasia sighs, uncarves the hobbit. :P
<N`Mor> Ars: Suurrrre he will ;)
<Arsenal> well, so long as I don't end up RPing him *and* Steve tonight, we'll 
be fine
<Kasia> Ars: I *hope* you don't have to RP Steve. Again.
<Kasia> ;)
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
Ru`ach wants to see *Steve's* reaction to her "entrance"...
Vander busts a gut reading Bruno
<Kasia> Ru: %)
Ch`Dith hrrfs
Ch`Dith is back [TE] [gone: 4h5s]
<Arsenal> Hey, dwagon
N`Mor moos.
<Vander> Dragon? Dragon?! *run*
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
N`Mor ponders the BFG. %)
<Vander> Hobbits singe easiliy
<Arsenal> N`M: make it an area-effect MDC weapon, and I might consider using it
<Arsenal> Who're we missing? Steve, Malik, and Trent, right?
<N`Mor> Ars: I'd also make it Four shots, non-rechargable without heavy 
modification because of it's D-Bee nature
<Arsenal> *nod*
<Arsenal> Four shots is usually what you get in DOOM with a fully charged BFG 
anyways
<N`Mor> "What is this... UAC?" %)
<Vander> N'Mor: Good thing there's an Operator on the team ;)
<Arsenal> Vander: yer at a -30% when working on alien tech
<Vander> Ars: OK
<Arsenal> Okay, for those who do not know, the requirements for this game are:
<Arsenal> 3 6-sided dice, 1 4-sided die, 1 8-sided die (optional), 1 20-sided 
die, and 2 10-sided dice (used as percentile)
<Vander> A barrel of ale, and a set of fixed dice
<Arsenal> dice-roll programs are allowed
<Ru`ach> Vander: do minors need the ale?
<N`Mor> good thing, that's what I use. ;)
<Arsenal> when I say "roll percentile", do a 1D100 on the dice roll program
N`Mor thinks he might have some ale left in the fridge... %9
Ch`Dith grabs his dice bag.... *rummage* "Check... check, check, check, check 
squared."
<Arsenal> *should* you have an infamous 100-sided golf ball, I'd like to know. 
:)
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<Kasia> Ars: I used to. :(
<Arsenal> 'lo Meeth
Meethos is now known as Raenar
<Vander> Oi, Raenar
<Ch`Dith> moo
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<Arsenal> 'lo Trent
<Trent> Allo, all
<Vander> Oi, Trent
<Ru`ach> Ay Trent!
Ch`Dith grabs a jolt, bbias
<Arsenal> Ru`ach: got the dice?
<Trent> Ars: BTW, I've got those 'rats you wanted.
<Arsenal> cool...
<Arsenal> toss 'em.
<Arsenal> There's also one other item that I want to iterate...
Trent: DCC SEND ndrnpc.txt (169.207.88.94)
N`Mor kills off Fallout, annoyed with the mother deathclaw :P
<Trent> Ars: Ja?
N`Mor hasn't enough stimpaks. %C
Ru`ach looks in. Huhs, lost.
Vander gets himself a knish
<Arsenal> the combat round (melee) is, for the characters, 15 seconds.
<Arsenal> it may take us an hour to do one melee, but for the characters, it'd 
be a mere 15 seconds.
<Ch`Dith> b
N`Mor forgets how many attacks/melee he has.
<Vander> Ars: OK
Ch`Dith growls @N'mor... "The *eyes*, you cow-brain, the *eyes*...."
<Arsenal> N`M: looks to be 2
<N`Mor> Shad: You can't aim for the eyes with grenades and a falmer ;)
<N`Mor> err, flamer
<Trent> Ars: Wha, no hand to hand skills?
<Arsenal> Trent: from what I see on his sheet, ya
<Arsenal> a couple WPs, but that's it
<Ch`Dith> DS: Try a lobbed grenade?
Trent ponders targeted bursts...that would be a wee bit nasty.
<Raenar> trent: just a tad nasty
<N`Mor> I've toasted a couple baby 'claws already... used up most of my 
stimpaks. %(
<Ch`Dith> NM: warned ya }8=>
<N`Mor> My Big Gun skills sucked too much for the sniper rifle to be any good.
<Trent> NM: Wha, the Bozor?
<Ch`Dith> NM: practise much on e-weap?
<N`Mor> Not yet. :P
<Ch`Dith> you'll need *that* a lot more.... but DW'll skin me if I keep spoilin' 
this
Trent ponders getting Fallout, now that he has 2.
N`Mor grumbles, doesn't help that Ian keeps firing off singleshot instead of 
bursts ;)
<N`Mor> Shad: i figured that
Vander ponders getting a bigger HD and then getting Fallout
<Ch`Dith> Vander should.
<N`Mor> Van: It uses a meg and a half for the minimal install. You need space 
for the savegames though
<Ch`Dith> DS: Fallout 2 supposedly has a massively improved AI.... on both 
sides.
Trent ponders getting the patch for Fallout 2...didn't like when the car 
disappeared except for the trunk.
<Ch`Dith> DS: huh?
<Ch`Dith> s/DS/Trent
<Trent> Minor bug.  When I got to 'Frisco, the front half of the car 
disappeared.
Trent ponders some of the nifty toys he found on the Enclave base.
N`Mor prolly coulda traded all his neatstuff for the plasma rifle, but didn't 
think he'd use it well enough
<Trent> NM: Yeah.  There's better things any way.  (IMO, at least)
<Arsenal> were you all here when I mentioned the bit about melees lasting 15 
seconds in RP terms?
N`Mor likes the flamer. It makes good bbq. %9
<Trent> Ja.
Trent idly wishes you could run people over with the car.
<Ch`Dith> DS: enclave base?
<Kasia> Ars: Ya.
<Ch`Dith> Ars: wasn't, am now, seen it.
<N`Mor> Shad: He's babbling about fallout 2
<N`Mor> :)
<Arsenal> there's one other thing...
<Trent> Oh?
<Ch`Dith> zrf?
<Arsenal> every dodge or parry you attempt (with the exception of Trent) costs 
you 1 attack/melee
N`Mor hrmms.. coulda sworn he had at least three attacks/melee. *shrug*
<Arsenal> for instance...
<Arsenal> in combat, N`Mor throws a haymaker at Raenar.
<Trent> Ars: Parry doesn't cost an attack if they have a H2H skill.
<Arsenal> Trent: I coulda sworn I'd read that differently in the rulebook
<Vander> Yay!
<Arsenal> Anyways... 
<Arsenal> Raenar attempts to dodge the haymaker...
<Trent> *shrug* P. 36 main book under Parry.  Anyhoo...
<N`Mor> "Non-combat trained characters will lose their next melee attack every 
time they parry"
<N`Mor> H2H-trained chars parry automatically
<Arsenal> Trent: I stand corrected
<Arsenal> N`M: not sure what book you have...
<N`Mor> Ars: The main rulebook
<N`Mor> :)
<Arsenal> mine reads "Characters trained in H2H combat can parry without losing 
melee attacks"
<Arsenal> doesn't say anything about them being automatic
<Vander> Ars: N'Mor probly has a different edition
<Arsenal> yeah...
<Trent> Ars: Automatic parry = Free parry.
<Trent> Anyhoo.
<Arsenal> *shrug* it's worded differently.
Kasia steals dinner - bbias
<Vander> Later Kasia
<Trent> Yeah.  Well on with the example or somesuch.
<Arsenal> okay...
<Arsenal> N`Mor throws a haymaker at Raenar
N`Mor has the one with the slave barge on the cover
<Arsenal> now, assume for a minute Raenar has just the base 2 attacks/melee, and 
no h2h skills
Ru`ach makes sure her 'rents can't kick her off- does some w'hurk. BBIAB.
<Vander> Later Ru
<Arsenal> and Raenar's already used one of his attacks earlier this round (he 
attacked someone earlier)
<Raenar> ars: huh?
<Arsenal> if Raenar dodges, he loses his next attack.
<Vander> Rae: You're being used as an example
<Arsenal> if he doesn't dodge, he still gets the attack later...
<Raenar> <---- =first timer.
<Arsenal> this make sense?
<Ch`Dith> Ars: slightly
<Trent> Nod.
<Arsenal> things'll be clearer later, I promise.
<Ch`Dith> *nod*
N`Mor shrugs. Everything you do costs a melee attack. Think of it that way.
<N`Mor> :)
<Arsenal> what the Big Guy said...
N`Mor grumbles at Shad for taking his spot as the obligatory Big Guy
<N`Mor> %)
<Arsenal> oh... and unless you've got a rule correction, never second-guess the 
GM (me)
<Vander> Unless you have a H2H and Parry
<Arsenal> and all rule corrections are to be sent via /msg
<Raenar> ARS: how many melees do I get?
<Ch`Dith> 'ey, I'm not that big yet... 
<Arsenal> Rae:4
<Trent> Ch'Dith: Yer still a freaking dragon hatchling.
Arsenal wonders how to work in a dragon without people freaking...
<Arsenal> Malik will *definitely* shoot to kill...
<Arsenal> Vander'll just hide
<Vander> Ars: They've seen it before?
<Raenar> or the Belf[tm]
<Arsenal> Vander: won't work this time..
<Trent> Ars: Shapeshifting?
Ch`Dith will *definitely* chomp to swallow, then.
<Arsenal> the Borg-Elf will be easy...
<N`Mor> Yeah, kill Malik! 
<N`Mor> %)
Vander will definitely be looking for a place to hide
<Vander> What N'Mor said! :)
<Ch`Dith> Trent: I can keep that up for about two hours a day...
<Arsenal> hey! as Trent told me yesterday, he's just becoming tolerable. :)
<Trent> Ars: Add semi to tolerable, but yeah.
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
N`Mor thinks Malik'll prolly shoot him as soon as the mission is over. ;)
Ch`Dith recalls Sluggy.... "You ate Bun-Bun!" "I'm sorry." "You *ATE* Bun-Bun!" 
"... Wait a minute, was that good or bad?" "El munch rabbito!" "Um, I'm getting 
mixed signals here."
Arsenal changes topic to "Malik. Best taken in small doses.  With milk."
<Vander> Ars: :)
Ch`Dith nods at the topic, keeps that in mind
Trent chuckles
<Ch`Dith> Is Malik suicidal enough to shoot first and think about the 
advisability later?
<Trent> Duh.
<Arsenal> suicidal? Malik?
<Arsenal> he volunteered to take point on this mission. :)
<Vander> He ate my cooking, didn't he? >:)
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
Trent chuckles, suddenly recalls one of the quotes he collected.
<Arsenal> he's also gotten in everyone's face throughout the entire mission
<Ch`Dith> *chuckle*
<Trent> Do not try the patience of dragons, for you are crunchy and good with 
ketchup
<Ch`Dith> Trent: I prefer tobasco, but the gist holds.
<Arsenal> *eyeroll* %)
<Ru`ach> B
<Ch`Dith> .... and if you are not crunchy, crunchiness can be arranged.
<Vander> "It's Shake'N'Bake! And I helped!" %)
<Arsenal> 're FireSpirit.
<Ch`Dith> Van: whut?
<Vander> re Ru
<Arsenal> Ignore the Hobbit... he uses too many pre-Rifts pop culture slogans 
from the 70s
<Vander> Ars: :)
Ch`Dith MassiveAttacklistensto
Trent idly wonders what Ars is going to do with that Orge Titan Juicer. Maybe I 
shouldn't ask.
<Arsenal> Trent: You'll find out. >%]
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<Vander> Oi, Guido
<Ch`Dith> Ars: </generic ominous GM answer> ?
<Arsenal> Anyways, worry about your little sub-plot (after we wrap up Vander's 
little tussle with the bottweiler)
<Arsenal> 'lo guido
<Arsenal> Ch: *nod*
<Trent> Okee.
<Raenar> hey guido.
<guido69> hi
<guido69> hola
<Kasia> kon'ban-wa
<N`Mor> Me gusta queso en mis pantalones.
Ch`Dith suddenly devoutly wishes he didn't speak Spanish
N`Mor snickers. %)
<Ch`Dith> (I don't, but I got that much)
<Vander> Dru'thnn grk'Kaan'gss
<guido69> no enteindo
Trent idly glares at the people not speaking english. Stoppit, damn it.
<guido69> ok
<Ru`ach> Trent: is American ok?
<Ru`ach> %)
<N`Mor> WHERE ARE MY PANTS, DAMMIT?
<Arsenal> look down
Kasia aways more.
<Trent> Ru: Yeah, American's just fine.  ;)
<Ch`Dith> NM: On yer arse, I hope.
<N`Mor> Ars: If it were that easy would I be looking for them?
<Arsenal> yes
<Vander> Ssnog'rruu'th knnagii'nrr'Trent!
<N`Mor> Bah, shows how much you know!
<N`Mor> Err, wait...
<N`Mor> You'
Trent whaps the hobbit a few times with a 2x4. English or American, dammit!
<N`Mor> You're right
<guido69> damit
Arsenal has kicked Vander from #rifts (No Invented Languages, runt)
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<Trent> Ars: All languages are invented.
Raenar plays golf with the hobbit's head. Aiming for the 500 foot line. FORE!!!!
Ru`ach lo ma'amina she'asur ledaber besafot acherot...
<Ru`ach> sorry.
<Ru`ach> %)
<Vander> Bah!
<Arsenal> True, but his aren't official in anything but hios own stuff
<Trent> Enh, point.
Vander ponders spouting off at Ars in Noldoran
<Trent> Alright, stop with the non English/American languages, or I'll have to 
pull out the Jabberwocky translations.
<Vander> Trent: Do it anyway! :)
<Arsenal> Vander: Do you want your character to survive the Bottweiler?
<Vander> Ars: uh... i be good
<Vander> :)
<guido69> what the .....
<Arsenal> Anyways... it is now 2200 eastern time... let the Hobbit-bashing 
commence
<Ru`ach> YEAH!
<Vander> AIEEEEEEEEE!!!
<Vander> *HIDE*
Ch`Dith listens to his hard drives chunder like mad.. 4AM CET, time to party
Trent idly punts the hobbit. Seeing as how he's a Juicer, Vander goes flying 
between the goal posts.
<Arsenal> touchdown!
<N`Mor> Shad: lot of 4am cron jobs? :)
Ch`Dith looks up.... Hey, flying snacks.
<Trent> Enh, I wouldn't eat that if I were you.  (which I'm not, so go ahead)
<Ru`ach> Ch: kill, not eat.
<Ch`Dith> Ru: beh.
<Trent> Ru: Why am I reminded of Jem?
<Arsenal> Jem?
<Ru`ach> Ch: you can have him when he's dead enough. Give the rest of us a 
chance.
Ch`Dith consumes Trent for bringing that up
<Ru`ach> Trent: ??
<Trent> Ars: It's a book.  I forget the author.
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<Vander> Ars: Looks like you're RPing Steve and Malik again
J-Rock is now known as SteveM
<Vander> Nevermind :)
<Arsenal> all hail the fearless leader!
<Trent> Allo, Steve.
<Vander> Oi, Steve
Ch`Dith watches Van talk too soon
<SteveM> Don't be so sure, short stuff. :)
Ch`Dith roars?
<SteveM> oi
<Arsenal> Anyone know if the Nazi-wannabe is gonna show?
<Vander> *shrug*
Ru`ach looks in- oh, hi Steve!
<Arsenal> First things first before we get started...
Vander finds Bruni very easy to draw
<Vander> -Bruni +Bruno
<SteveM> yes?
<Arsenal> for those who were present at the last session, give yerselves 125 
experience points...
<Arsenal> (slow night)
<guido69> sex
<guido69> sex
Arsenal sets mode: +b guido69!*me@ppp149110.usmo.com 
<Vander> Guido: Don't start
Arsenal has kicked guido69 from #rifts (Just a lucky guess... CYA, PAL!)
Ch`Dith eats Guido. "No."
<SteveM> Ars: That gives me 1025 xp?
<Arsenal> okay...
<Arsenal> Steve: if that's what your math tells you.
Vander only needs another 575 for the next level up %)
<Arsenal> Okay...
<Arsenal> when last we saw the team, Sergio was getting drunk in the bar (as 
usual)
<Raenar> in mirc, How do you look at your ignor list
<Vander> Rae: It's in your Preferrences
<Arsenal> the rest of the team was basically hanging out in front of the 
Happiness Hotel in New Del Rio (where they'd been staying while in town)
<Arsenal> and Vander was in a junkyard, being chased by a robot rottweiler.
<Arsenal> We'll pick up with Vander
<Vander> Life is dangerous. Always carry a big can of Raid.
<Raenar> thanx van
<Arsenal> Vander: the bottweiler is closing fast.
SteveM contributes his $0.02 to the Vanderbashing. *seals him up in a bag 
labelled "Brandytook Puppy Chow"*
Vander kickstarts the Hog and tries to put distance between me and the 
botweiller
<Arsenal> the Hog doesn't want to start right off the bat
<Vander> <OOC> Steve: :)
<Vander> "Whut? You traitor! SSTART!"
<Vander> -S
Raenar jumps into his hummer and starts it.
<Arsenal> The bottweiler is nearly on top of you.
Vander fires his laser at the Botweiller
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Maybe if you said please? }8=>
<Arsenal> Vander: roll to strike
<Arsenal> 1D20
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Ch: save Vander and eat it :)
<Vander> 14 +5
<Arsenal> +5 from where?
<Vander> Ars: +4 to strike, +1 targeting reticle
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> If I were there, I think pplz'd have noticed
<Trent> Van: Strike bonuses are only for Hand to hand.
<Vander> Trent: Oh
<Arsenal> it rolls a 10, with a +5 to dodge...
<Arsenal> you barely graze it
<Vander> zing
<Arsenal> the Bottweiler is unhurt
<N`Mor> <ooc> *mock*
<Arsenal> suddenly, the Hog kicks in, and the engine roars
Vander books tail out of there
<N`Mor> <ooc> Bah. That sucked. ;)
<Arsenal> The Bottweiler stays right on your tail
Vander heads straight for the hotel
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Mental image: Midget on bigass Harley being chased by the 
punchline to "What do you get when you cross a junkyard mutt with a kitchen 
blender?"
Trent laughs as Vander runs smack into a wall?
<Vander> <OOC> Ch'D: Heh
<Arsenal> Okay... you make your way through town back to the hotel
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<Arsenal> as you round the corner, Bottweiler still on your tail, you see the 
team nearby
<DarkSide> ow
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<SteveM> re DS
<Arsenal> 're DS
Vander radios ahead to the others. "Oi! We got problems!"
<Ru`ach> re DA
<Vander> re DS
DarkSide is now known as N`Mor-
<Ru`ach> DS, even
<Ru`ach> N'M, now...
<SteveM> (do I hear wot Vander's saying?)
<Ru`ach> ah, forget it! :)
<Arsenal> Vander: There's nobody in their vehicles
<Arsenal> but the situation is clear
N`Mor- is now known as N`Mor
Vander cuts a 180 on the Bottweiller and fires again
<Arsenal> roll to strike
<Vander> 17
<Arsenal> it rolls an 18+5
<Vander> ACK!
Trent goes outside to see what all this noise is about.
<Arsenal> the burst goes wild, and collapses a small building
<Trent> *wince*
<Vander> "Oops!"
<Arsenal> now what?
<Vander> Fire agian
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> <Agian> But.... but I was only doing my job!
<Trent> Ars: The rest of us are all still inside, right?
<Vander> 14
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Ch: :)
<Arsenal> Trent: actually, a few of you were outside at the time.
<Arsenal> Bottweiler rolls a 15
<Arsenal> the shot takes out another small building.
<Arsenal> you hear sirens approaching.
<Vander> Farfendragfartbilgin!
Trent yells at the hobbit. "DAMMIT! Now you've got the freaking cops coming!"
Raenar jumps into his hummer and starts it.
Ru`ach runs and hides
Vander guns the throttle and tears out in the opposite direction of the sirens
<SteveM> (do me and Kasia see all this?)
<Arsenal> Van: Bottweiler in hot pursuit.
Vander pops a 110 degree wheelie
<Arsenal> Steve: yes
N`Mor perks his ears. "What is that racket?"
<Arsenal> Raenar, Ru'ach, and Ch'dith aren't on the team yet
<Trent> Ars: I haven't sold my jetpack yet, have I?
<Arsenal> nope
<Vander> cuts another 180 and fire again
<Ru`ach> Ars: that don't mean I'm staying out for the cops to get me :)
<SteveM> *muttered* "Oh boy."
<Vander> 20 %)
<Arsenal> you strike it... roll for damage
SteveM immediately hops into the Plow and starts it up.
Trent stomps up to the hotel suite and yells at the rest of the party. "Get yer 
stuff together, the runt's brought the cops down on us now!"
<Vander> 13
N`Mor groans, and trudges as fast as he can to his rig, climbing in and firing 
up the supercharged engine.
<Arsenal> the thing's a little scorched, but relatively unharmed.
<Vander> Frognuts!
<Arsenal> Sergio climbs into the truck, and falls asleep at the wheel.
<Arsenal> brb.. phone
N`Mor grinds the thing into reverse, kicking up rooster tails(?!) of dust as he 
peels backwards.
Trent groans. "Great, now there's no freakin' way we're getting out of here 
ahead of the cops."
Kasia looks around, sighs.
<Vander> I hate commercials
<Kasia> "What's the runt done now?"
<Ru`ach> Van:  :)
<Trent> *to Kasia* "Brought the cops down on us by wreckin' a few buildings 
accidentially, nothing major"  The sarcasm is easily evident.
<Raenar> I'm too young to have a criminal record
Kasia sighs. "Greaaaaaat."
<Vander> Raenar: You're life *IS* a criminal record :)
<SteveM> "I don't know. Guess we'll have to ask him. In depth, at great length."
<N`Mor> New, from Vault-Tech! The RadMaster 3000 Combat Suit!
<Ch`Dith> Van: as opposed to your shining example of law-abidingness?
<Vander> Ch'D: :)=
Ru`ach wonders if there's anyone here that's 'better' than unprincipled... :)
<Ch`Dith> What's wrong with unprincipled?
<Vander> Ru: *points at Steve
<Vander> *
<Trent> Ru: I'd be *VERY* surprised.
<Trent> ohwait, nevermind.
N`Mor is unprincipled leaning towards good-guy-ishness ;)
Vander is Uprincipaled, bordering on Anarchist :)
Ru`ach looks at Steve with disgust. "Good guy. Yuck!"
Kasia is anarchist. 'Nuff said.
SteveM turns on the Plow's radio. "Vander, just what the hell happened out 
there?"
<Vander> *Rdaioes to Steve* "Not now, dammit!"
N`Mor idles his truck, pointed in the direction of Somewhere Else.
<Vander> -Rdaioes +Radioes
<Arsenal> back
Trent leaps out the window, runs over to the truck to try to wake Sergio.
<Arsenal> back
<Vander> re
<Arsenal> Trent: Sergio is dead drunk...
Vander cues up Dare To Be Stupid
Trent curses fluently, sits on the hood waiting for the cops to show up.
<Raenar> Vander: Don't you always???
<Arsenal> oh... if Ru`ach, Raenar, or Ch`Dith want to show up now, you can
<Vander> <OOC> Trent: As far as the cops are concerned, I'm a lone gunner
<Arsenal> the Bottweiler is still out there.
<Trent> Van: Quiet, you don't know all of this.
<Raenar> I show up.
N`Mor <ooc> wonders if he could tow the supply truck. %)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Rae: It's only daring if it's intentional. Otherwise it's just 
stupid.
Vander fires a t the Bottweiler again
<Raenar> willing to try
<Arsenal> N`M: it'd take time...
<Vander> 17
<SteveM> "All right, Van, you gonna at least tell me where you are, or you gonna 
keep on doing the A-Ko/B-Ko Thing with Whatever It Is?"
Raenar fires his NG-57 Heavy Duty Ion Gun at the Bottweiler
<Arsenal> Rae: wait a sec...
<Vander> *Radioes to Steve* "I've got a friggin metal biter on me ass!"
<Arsenal> Bottwieler fails the dodge... roll for damage
Trent reaches in the cab to get the radio, talks to the team. "Don't bother 
running; we're not going anywhere without the supply truck."
<Vander> 21
<Arsenal> it's scarred, some of the wires are showing.
<Arsenal> Okay...
<Arsenal> Raenar, Vander: roll a 1D20 for initiative
<Vander> 9
<Arsenal> <OOC> Why *is* Raenar helping out?
<Raenar> 15
<SteveM> "Kasia, you already back there?"
<Kasia> <OOC> In the hovertank?
Trent sits on the cab of the supply truck, whistling and waiting.
<SteveM> <OOC> Yep
<Vander> "I'm gonna turn this thing into a toaster oven!"
<Kasia> <OOC> Let's say I climbed in, okay? </OOC> "Right here!"
<Arsenal> Trent: the cops pull up to you.  "what's going on, Juicer?"
<N`Mor> Ars: How big is the supply tru- nevermind.
<SteveM> "Good, coz I'm about to do what any tanker would do in this situation: 
Steer for the sound of the guns."
<Trent> Ars: Anyone I know?
<Arsenal> Trent: not offhand.
<Kasia> "... Wonderful. I'll duck."
<Arsenal> but you're clearly a juicer.
<Arsenal> Raenar: what's your first action?
<Raenar> Target Bottweiler
SteveM rolls out in Transport, looking for Vander's hawg
<Vander> <OOC> Steve: That's Hawg, to you :)
<Arsenal> Steve: the battle's taking place practically right in front of you/
<SteveM> +mode
<Arsenal> Rae: do you fire at it?
<SteveM> Ars: I see the Botweiler?
<Raenar> yeah
SteveM throws the Battloid mode switch
<Arsenal> okay... roll 1D20 for strike
<Trent> *to Cops* "My runt friend over there" gestures at Vander "isn't all that 
acurate.  Nuff said."
<Raenar> 16
<Arsenal> "Sarge!" the cop's partner calls out from the patrol car
<Arsenal> Bottweiler rolls a 20...
<Arsenal> your shot goes wild, takes out a door
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> I take it rolling a 20 is a Good Thing[tm] ?
<Arsenal> Vander: Your action?
<Arsenal> yes
<Vander> Fire!
<Arsenal> roll to strike
<Trent> Ch'D: You might say that.
<Vander> 19
<Arsenal> you hit the thing dead on... roll for damage
<Vander> 18
<Arsenal> the thing is hurting...
SteveM sits out the sequence, for all he knows
<Arsenal> "We've got a warrant for this Juicer's arrest," the cop's partner 
calls out.
<Raenar> juice: run!!!!
<Trent> "Huh.  Somehow I'm not all that surprised"
<Arsenal> the bottweiler lunges at Vander
<Trent> Rae: Problem.  They have a car.
<Vander> DODGE
<Arsenal> it rolls a 17 + 3 to strike...
<Arsenal> Vander: how many attacks/melee you have?
<Vander> Glad i bought that canopy
<Vander> 4
<Vander> attacks
<Arsenal> okay... this'll be attack #2...
<Arsenal> roll to dodge
<Arsenal> actually, roll percentile for motorcycle skill to dodge
<Vander> 17 +7 to dodge %)
<Vander> Oh
<Arsenal> you have to roll under a 75
<Vander> 40
<Arsenal> you successfully dodge it.
<SteveM> Can I act now?
<Arsenal> the Hog bounces sideways
<Kasia> How about me?
<Arsenal> Steve: not until Raenar and Vander have exhausted this melee.
<Vander> "Oi, tha's gonna need fixin'!"
<Arsenal> Raenar: your second attack?
<Kasia> 'kee
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Mental image: A midget on a Hawg, a cybermutt and a battloid 
tank playing ring around the rosie.
<Raenar> target bottweiler
<Arsenal> fire which weapon?
<Raenar> fire NG-57 Heavy Duty Ion Gun
<Arsenal> okay...
<Arsenal> roll to strike, + WP bonus
<Arsenal> that's 1D20+6
<Raenar> 24
<Trent> Ars: +3, rather.
<Arsenal> Trent: with his cybernetics, it's +6
<Trent> Ah, nevermind, then.
<Arsenal> bottweiler fails it's dodge...
<Arsenal> roll for damage
<Arsenal> you using the low setting, or the high setting?
<Raenar> 8
<Raenar> high
<Arsenal> *ow* low roll
<Arsenal> Vander: your third action this melee?
<Trent> Ars: Didn't he just dodge?
<Arsenal> yeah...
N`Mor peers out his side window, radioing to Trent "What's going on?"
<Arsenal> but I think he's got 4 melees...
<Vander> Ars: yep
<Raenar> ars: any damage done?
<Vander> Fires at the Bott
<Raenar> ars: yep
<Vander> "Take this, Crooooooow!"
<Arsenal> Rae: yes... you did 8 MDC Damage to the Bottweiler...
<Vander> 16
<Raenar> ok
<Arsenal> Bottweiler fails it's dodge...
<Trent> *to NM* "Oh, not much.  Vander's destroying buildings, Sergio's passed 
out, and I'm getting arrested.  About normal."
<Arsenal> roll for damage.
<N`Mor> "*over radio* *snort* Is that all?"
<Vander> 16
<Arsenal> Okay...
<Arsenal> Bottweiler has no more attacks left...
N`Mor ponders plowing through the cop's car. %)
<Arsenal> Raenar: your third action?
<Kasia> NM: %)
<Raenar> fire NG-57 Heavy Duty Ion Gun high setting
<Arsenal> roll for strike
<Raenar> 8
<Vander> OW!
<Trent> *to N'Mor* "Yeah, that's about it."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> ow?
<Arsenal> shot grazes the Bottweiler... but it's hurt.
<Raenar> i know 
<Arsenal> roll for damage
<Kasia> ChD: Bad roll, twice in a row.
<Trent> Ch'D: Yeah, low roll.
<SteveM> *hears the radio transmission* *groans*
<Raenar> 10
<N`Mor> <OOC> And he rolls with Vanderesque precision!
<Kasia> "Oh, great."
<Arsenal> okay... Vander: your Fourth roll.
<Vander> <OOC> N'Mor: :)
<Trent> NM: <ooc> Don't ram the cops; we're in enough trouble already.
<Vander> FIRE!
<Vander> 18
<Arsenal> Direct hit...
<Arsenal> roll for damage
<Vander> "EAT BLAZING ELECTRIC DEATH!"
<N`Mor> <ooc> can I run over the dog?
<N`Mor> %)
<Arsenal> N`M: yes
<Vander> 19 :)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> You'll have to get out of the car first?
<Arsenal> Okay... *now* it can be decapitated...
<Vander> Ars: May I? :)
<Arsenal> who's in the next melee?
<N`Mor> <ooc> No, with the truck. >%)=
<Arsenal> Raenar, Vander, Steve, and ???
<Raenar> 8do I have any turns left?
<Kasia> Me, I think... if nobody else blows the dawg up first. :)
<Arsenal> okay... 
<Arsenal> Rae: You will once we all roll for initiative...
<Arsenal> roll for initiative... check your sheets for bonuses
<Vander> 18
<Kasia> Woo! Natural 20!
Trent isn't, for a change. I doubt the cops would like it if I pulled a gun and 
ran off.
<Raenar> 13
<Kasia> ... last good roll for the night, right there. :)
<Vander> 18 +6
<Arsenal> Bottweiler rolls a natural 20... it goes first
N`Mor groans at the combat, and starts to drive off nonchalantly.
<Arsenal> Steve?
<Arsenal> N`M: the cop pulls out a large laser rifle, and yells into a PA system 
"You in the truck! Stop or die!"
<SteveM> 14 + any bonuses I get
<Arsenal> Steve: *checks charsheet* No initiative bonuses...
<Arsenal> combat will go Bottweiler, Kasia, Vander, Steve, Raenar...
<Vander> Ars: Attack sequence?
<Arsenal> although I doubt it will get to Steve
N`Mor sighs, and steps on the brake.
<Arsenal> the Bottweiler shakes it's head, jerks a bit, and lunges at Vander 
again.
<Arsenal> it rolls a 5 + 3 to strike
<Raenar> that daug don't like you Van
<Arsenal> Vander: do you attempt to dodge, or parry with the bike?
<Vander> Parry
<Arsenal> roll percentile..
<Vander> Guillotine-style
<Arsenal> under 65
<Vander> 40
<Arsenal> (it's -10% for the uberfancy maneuver)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Is that why they call those Hawgs "Choppers" ?
<Arsenal> okay... the Bottweiler bounces off the canopy.  the canopy is 
unharmed.
Vander attempts to bring the front whhel down on the Bott's head with that
Kasia focuses her teek on the dog's CPU and attempts to Harm Things.
<Arsenal> Van: Let Kasia have her turn... your wheel is still in the air.
<Vander> Ars: OK
<Arsenal> Kasia: which power you using?
<Kasia> ElectroKinesis
N`Mor slides out of his rig, hiding under his hood. "Is there a problem... 
officer?"
<Arsenal> okay.. that costs 4 ISP...
<Arsenal> roll to strike
<Arsenal> "Nobody leaves the scene until we know what's going on.  You know this 
Juicer?"
<Kasia> 19 :)
<N`Mor> "I've never seen him before, officer."
<N`Mor> <ooc> %)
<Vander> <OOC> N'Mor: Traitor :)
<Arsenal> Okay... the bottweiler is shut down
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Eek?
<N`Mor> <ooc> Blame it on unprincipality. ;)
Trent scowls at N'Mor. "Funny, N'Mor. Real fuckin' funny."
<Vander> Ars: Is my wheel still in the air?
<Arsenal> Van: yes... you may now attempt a decapitation.
<Vander> >:D
<Trent> <ooc> Try to deny knowing me, will you?  =)
<Arsenal> roll percentile
Vander brings his front wheel down hard on the Bott's neck
SteveM marches the RoboPlow over to the police car. *over PA* "Is something the 
matter?"
<Vander> 17
<Arsenal> good 'nuff...
<Raenar> VAN ouch
N`Mor glares at the Juicer from under his hood. "How do you know my name, 
creature?"
<Arsenal> Bottweiler's decapitated.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Do you want NM in a position to help you, or in a position next 
to you in the cell?
<Raenar> and the body?
<Arsenal> "Alright, D-Bee.  You're under arrest for aiding and abetting a known 
felon."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Rae: That's decapitated too.
<N`Mor> Rae: Uhh, if it has no head I'd say the body is a moot point. ;)
Vander looks up, noticing the police. "Oh, blimey!"
Raenar jumps into hummer and starts it.
<Trent> *to cops* "He does not know about that."
<Arsenal> The cop turns to Vander.  "Get out of the bike, get down on your knees 
and spread 'em.
N`Mor snorts at the officer. "I don't know what you are talking about."
<Trent> "None of 'em do.  It's me you want.  Well, maybe the runt too."
<Arsenal> The cop shoots Raenar's tires out.  "Nobody leaves the scene!"
<Raenar> I'm too young to have a criminal record
Vander relunctantly gets off the Hog
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> That "on your knees" part is kinda redundant, neh?
<Vander> Ch'D: Is that a short joke?
<Vander> :)
<Arsenal> The cop turns to Juicer.  "The court will decide that, deserter."
<Kasia> :)
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Rae: we've been over this.
<SteveM> *PA* "Excuse me, officer, but there is something you might not be aware 
of. I suggest we talk about it in my office..." *holds out his hand, palm open*
<Arsenal> the cop turns to his partner.  "Book the lot of them."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> If you can call a 9-word sentence short, then yes.
<Arsenal> "And you! Out of that robot before we call in our own robot forces."
N`Mor mutters, "Where is that Malik bastard when we need him?"
<Raenar> who?
<Arsenal> Malik appears in the doorway of the Hotel.  "Oh, great."
Kasia hides in the jumpseat of the VHT
<Arsenal> He walks up to the cop.  "I'm Sgt. Malik of the Coalition Army.  
What's going on with my team?"
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Kasia: alone? *duck* :)
<Raenar> officer, I have nothing to do with this. I was just passing through.
<SteveM> *muttered* "Fine with me, jerky." *PA* "We're on an official mission 
for the Coalition Army. These people are with me."
Trent is still laying on the cab of the supply truck with his head propped up 
under his hands.
Kasia is still trying Not To Be Seen
Vander tries to Sneak Away
<Arsenal> "Coalition Army, huh?  Okay, wisass.  You're all under arrest for 
aiding and abetting a deserter from the Del Rio military force."
<N`Mor> "The what?"
<Raenar> who?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> <Cleese> And here we do not see Miss Kasia. Miss Kasia, would 
you stand up?
<Arsenal> Vander: the other cop grabs you by the scruff of the neck and throws 
you rather ungracefully into the patrol car."
<Kasia> ChD: <OOC> I've learned the First Rule. ;)
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Ch: outta my head. NOW!
Trent scowls at Vander. "Thanks a whole FUCKING lot for drawing the cops here."
<SteveM> "Kasia, KILL THEIR RADIOS!" *stomps on the hood of the car*
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Naw.
Kasia blinks, then reaches out with her electrokinesis and tries to kill radios
<Arsenal> Kasia: roll to strike
N`Mor ducks flying debris.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Which radios?
<Kasia> Ars: 14
<Arsenal> the radios short out...
<Arsenal> but more sirens are already on their way... 
<N`Mor> Ars: So how big is the supply truck, and could my rig tow it? ;)
<Arsenal> a massive tank appears, and targets the Battloid.
<N`Mor> Or even the trailer? (if it's not attached)
<Trent> NM: Bit of a moot point not.
Vander tries to jimmy the patrol car's locks
<N`Mor> "... .... ..... Shit."
<Arsenal> N`Mor: there is no trailer.
<SteveM> *shifts to Gladiator* *radioed to all friendlies* "Let's get the hell 
outta here now!"
<Trent> now, rather.
<Arsenal> it's a 6-wheel deal.
<Arsenal> Rae: because you were firing on the Bottweiler, you're assumed to be 
part of Steve's team.
<N`Mor> <ooc> Damn, guess I'll have to let my rig be impounded and steal it back 
later. ;P
<Arsenal> Malik is forced, rather mercilessly, into the back of a paddy wagon... 
same with Trent and N`Mor
<SteveM> (how massive is this tank?)
<N`Mor> <ooc> Or not.
<Arsenal> Raenar is also dragged into a paddy wagon.
Vander keeps trying to jimmy the locks
<SteveM> . o O (NO WIN!)
<Arsenal> Steve: enough to seriously damage the VHT.
N`Mor <ooc> wonders how someone mercilessly shoves around a 460lb D-Bee. %)
<Arsenal> N`M: well, when the Brute Squad has a few Ogre Juicers on it...
<Trent> Ars: Methinks a Naruni Juggernaut Hovertank.
<Raenar> my parents aren't gonna like this
Kasia reaches out and tries to teek the wagon's lock open - the one with my 
friends.
<Raenar> getting drink BRB
<Arsenal> Rae: Your past job was an assassin... your parents don't count now, 
remember?
<Arsenal> Kasia: no luck.
<Vander> Ars: have they confiscated my tool belt?
<Arsenal> Van: yes
<Arsenal> they're in the process of confiscating *everything*
<Arsenal> They've even arrested Sergio
<Vander> OK
<SteveM> *PA* "Let them go now. You may be able to take me in a rush, but by God 
I'll drive down the property values in this part of town!"
<Trent> . o O (That should take a while)
Kasia attempts to teek Van's door luck open
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<Kasia> lock even
<Vander> Oi, kenny
<kenny13> you are all good people
<Arsenal> 'lo kenny
<kenny13> not your wankers 
<kenny13> lol
<Ch`Dith> .... woo hoo?
<kenny13> hi
N`Mor lets loose a stampeding herd of cattle upon kenny.
kenny13 pissing myself with laughter
N`Mor not
<Trent> "Oh my god, they've killed kenney!"
Arsenal sets mode: +snti 
<Trent> -e
<Ch`Dith> "Good cows!"
<SteveM> "You bas--- no, THANK YOU!"
Arsenal has kicked kenny13 from #rifts (Just a lucky guess... CYA, PAL!)
<Raenar> you bastard!!!!!!!!!!
<Arsenal> sorry... he was too much.
<N`Mor> <insert obligatory SoPark ref aimed at Ars>
<Vander> Thank you
<Trent> Anyhoo...where were we?
<Kasia> Ars: Nonono, thank you.
Arsenal sets mode: -i 
<SteveM> (they're still laughing their balls off over this standoff or lack 
thereof?)
<Kasia> I was attempting to open the door Vander's trying
N`Mor chews his cud.
<Arsenal> Where were we? the team, except for Steve and Kasia, are all arrested.
<Arsenal> andthere
N`Mor thumps on the wagon's wall, testing for hardness and density.
<Trent> *to cops* "'Scuse me a sec, can I use the pa?"
<Arsenal> the one cop shrugs, hands Trent the mike
<Vander> Ars: roll for the lock?
<Arsenal> N`M: it's an MDC structure
<Arsenal> Van: nah... locks are unbudgable...
<Trent> *over the PA* "Steve, don't do anything really stupid.  This'll all work 
out fine. *turns off PA, mutters* 'cept maybe for me."
<N`Mor> <OOC> Hrmm, prolly not much chance of melting out without passing out. 
;)
<Raenar> I'm gonna try using my Forearm vibro-claws, independent sheathing, 3 
per arm
<Arsenal> Rae: on what?
<Raenar> the door
<Arsenal> they'll only shoot you if you try and escape
N`Mor <ooc> wonders if we really neat the tech specs ;)
<SteveM> "Dammit, why didn't I get a holdout when I had the chance?"
<N`Mor> err, need.
N`Mor grumbles. "This vehicle is too cramped."
<Arsenal> N`M's right, Rae... we don't need the tech specs.
<Arsenal> "Deal with it until we get to the station, D-Bee."
N`Mor scrapes his horntips on the ceiling, making an annoying squealing sound.
<Vander> *mutters* "Shoulda friggin stayed in hobbiton."
<Arsenal> Your call, Steve.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> D-Bee == anything created by the Rifts opening?
<Raenar> ars: nevermind
<N`Mor> <ooc> extra-dimensional being
<Arsenal> Ch: anything !human that fell through a Rift
SteveM considers the options, none of them good... then lets out a long sigh and 
shifts it over to Transport, telling Kasia to hide in the cockpit.
<Ch`Dith> (IE, mutants, midgets etc?)
<Vander> That HOBBIT!
Kasia obligingly hides
<Arsenal> "You come out too, girlie!"  this over the PA system.
<N`Mor> <ooc> Couldn't Kasia use a mind block or something to hide? %)
<Trent> <ooc> Well, anything that came out of a rift, but year.  Humans can be 
D-Bees too.  Steve technicially is.
<Kasia> *sigh* "Damn."
<SteveM> *whispered* "Can we say, 'railroaded', Kasia-chan?"
<Arsenal> N`M: cops *do* have sensors. :)
<Kasia> "Hai."
<Vander> <OOC> I'm in trouble with the group, aren't I? :)
<Arsenal> Vander: Malik's gonna kill you.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> I'd say so, yeah.. request a separate cell.
<N`Mor> Ars: <ooc> But would they trust them enough to not believe their eyes? 
Sensors malfunction ;)
Trent *GLARES* at Vander. "Thanks a whole FUCKING lot for bringing the cops down 
on us."
<Vander> Ars: Malik wants to kill everything. He doesn't count :)
<Trent> Ars: Add me to that list.
N`Mor <ooc> Ponders the possibilty of swallowing a revolver to regurgitate when 
need... %)
<Arsenal> Okay, Steve and Kasia are dragged into the paddy wagon.
<N`Mor> +ed
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *That*'s udderly disgusting.... oh, wait, that's the midget's 
line
<Kasia> Ars: The crowded one?
<Arsenal> the two paddy wagons are unloaded at the station house.
<Trent> NM: <ooc> That's disgusting.
<Vander> *to Trent* "But i was bein' chased by a friggin' can-opener with a jaw 
pressure of 1500psi!"
<Arsenal> where everyone is brought before a judge.
<N`Mor> <ooc> But handy.
<N`Mor> <ooc> *hwarf* Stick 'em up! %)
<Vander> <OOC> N'Mor: :)
<Ru`ach> <OOC> NM: no. :)
<Ch`Dith> <ooc> They won't, they'll be too busy barfing at the sight.
<Arsenal> "Okay, Baliff, what are the charges?"
<SteveM> *to cops* "Look, I'm telling you there's been a mistake. Just talk to 
Colonel Rolf Emerson, <whereever we started> Coalition Army Base."
<Trent> <ooc> Mental image: The slimy revolver slips out of N'Mor's hands.
<Raenar> I swear to you officer I was just in the area and saw them getting 
attacked by that bog. So I decided to help them.
<SteveM> <OOC> But, he barfed it up...
<Vander> "Can opener!"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> mental image: *bowel movement* *BANG* *bleeding cow*
<Arsenal> BTW, that's General Rolf Emerson here. :)
<Trent> Rae: Put quoted around stuff that yer saying.
<Raenar> trent: k
<SteveM> Ars: my bad... General, then
<N`Mor> Shad: Bah, that's what the ruminary sac is for
<N`Mor> Mm, cud. :9
<Arsenal> "The charges are: Against Private Trent Harris, Del Rio Militia, 
desertion and treason."
<Arsenal> "Against Vander Took, wanton destruction of public property, and 
aiding and abetting a known felon, specifically the aforementioned Private 
Harris."
<Vander> "Oi! I wuz bein
<Vander> ' chased by a friggin can opener!"
Trent smacks the hobbit. "Shut up."
<Arsenal> "Shut your trap until you are told to speak!"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Van: Cut *SHORT* ?
Vander kills his keyboard
<Vander> <OOC> Ch'D: Haha
<SteveM> *to Vander* "You're gonna have to tell me EVERYTHING. LATER."
Kasia teekly pushes the hobbit onto his hinder
<Vander> *grumbles*
<Arsenal> "Against Lt. Steve Mitchell, Sgt. Ambrose Malik, the D-Bee known as 
N`Mor, Miss Kasia Harnell, and Raenar, the charges of aiding and abetting a 
known felon." 
Raenar hangs his head in disapointment
<Arsenal> The judge turns to the team. "Private Harris, how do you plead?"
<Vander> "mumblemutterseetheliketashoveasocketwrenchupyercomplainmutter"
N`Mor snorts. "Known by whom?"
SteveM bites the inside of his lip
<Raenar> "I didn't even know who these guys are, Your honor."
<Trent> "No contest, your honor.  I wish to say that the rest of my friends had 
no knowledge of my status, hoever."
<Trent> _w
<Trent> +w, even
<Arsenal> The Baliff hits Raenar on the back of the neck with his rifle butt. 
"speak only when asked a direct question!"
Raenar falls to the floor
<Arsenal> "Hrrmm..." the judge ponders this.  "Lt. Mitchell.  On behalf of your 
team, how do you plead?"
<Vander> 
mumblemuttercomplainfrigginpoliceharassmentlousycorruptjudgesandotherlessevolved
creaturesmumbble"
N`Mor grumbles. Involuntarily, a small wisp of flame flits from his eyes.
<Raenar> Vander: you forgot Groan
<SteveM> "Not guilty by reason of no prior knowledge of Private Harris's status 
with the Del Rio Militia."
<Vander> <OOC> Rae: Yeah :)
<Arsenal> "I see.   Vander Took, step forward."
Vander steps
<Arsenal> "Or rather, stand on that friggin' table so's I can see ya!"
<Arsenal> *gavel*
<Vander> *mutters* "wiseass"
<N`Mor> <ooc> *snicker*
<Vander> *climbs up on the bench*
<Raenar> <OOC> lol
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> That's JUDGE wiseass for ye, shorty.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Ch: :)
<Arsenal> "Mr. Took.  You are charged with wanton destruction of public and 
private propery. Specifically, the three buildings you leveled in your fight 
with that Bottweiler, and the destruction of the Bottweiler.
<Arsenal> How do you plead?"
<Vander> "Yer honour, I wasn't doing nothing but lookin' fer tyhe yard foreman, 
an' this stupid bot starts chasin' me..."
<Arsenal> "Give your plea, shorty!"
<Vander> "Bleedin' 'ell! Yeah I blew out a few buildings defendin' meself."
N`Mor mutters, "Not guilty by reason of insanity."
SteveM mutters back, "Sanity ended when the buildings went down."
<Arsenal> "Self-defense?"  The judge's eyes narrowed.
<Arsenal> "I ain't heard that one since... an hour ago."
<Vander> "From that bot!"
<Raenar> "Vander, the last thing we need is a contempt caled."
<Arsenal> "Whatever."  The judge grumbles, and typed on her laptop keyboard.
<Vander> *looks over at Raenar* "Who's this guy?"
<Arsenal> "Well, all the evidence in front of me appears to support the insanity 
plea."
<Trent> <ooc> *ROFL*
<Vander> "Oi! I ain't touched!"
N`Mor snorts.
<N`Mor> (again)
<Arsenal> "You are free to go, except for Private Harris."
Trent chuckles
<Vander> <OOC> Heh :)
<Ch`Dith> <ooc> more like smacked with a sledge.
SteveM nods and says, "Thank you, Your Honor."
Trent composes himself, stands at attention to recieve his sentence.
<Vander> "Who're you callin' insane?!"
Kasia spares a last look at Trent and leaves
<Arsenal> "Private Harris, as per the Del Rio Code of Military Justice, you are 
hereby charged with ten years of hard labor.  Since you're a Juicer, this does 
amount to a death sentence."
<Trent> "Your honor, I would like to contest this sentence.  I call for a trial 
by combat."
<Raenar> "thank you, your honor."
Kasia stops leaving, turns around, stares. "Okay, Van's not the only one trying 
to get off by insanity."
<Arsenal> The judge's eyes, and those of the court audience, goes wide.
<Vander> *lloks at Raenar again* "Who the snad are you?"
<Vander> -lloks +looks
<Arsenal> "This is extremely rare, Private.  None have survived the Combat."
<Trent> *chuckle* "A string must be broken sometime."
N`Mor mutters, "You're all insane. I don't know why I followed you."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Probably die now in a clean fight or definitely die in 10 years 
in a jail... Easy choice
<SteveM> *mutters to Kasia* "My kinda guy."
<Trent> Ch'Dith: Bingo.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> N'Moooo: Insanity?
<Vander> "Give 'em 'ell, Trent!"
Kasia glances at Steve. "Oh, really? I didn't know you were that kind of boy."
Trent grins. "Who shall I be fighting, your honor?"
SteveM sighs. "Never mind, just forget it."
<Arsenal> "Very well.  A challenge for a Trial by Combat has been issued.  It 
will be held tonight at the main arena."
<Raenar> "vander, I'm the guy that tried to help you with the Baug.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Kasia: ummm... I'm not saying anything... Just thinking it real 
loudly.
Kasia blinks a few times. "I'm sorry - that was uncalled for."
<Vander> *to Raenar* "Oh? Huh. Thanks fer yer help."
<Ru`ach> Ars: are they inside?
Trent suddenly gets a Very Bad Feeling.
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "That's all right."
<Arsenal> "You will discover who your opponent is when you get there.  In the 
meantime, you will wait in the Maximum Security Prison beside the arena."
<Trent> "Very well."
<Arsenal> Malik turns to Trent.  "You know, Juicer.  I might actually start 
respecting you."
N`Mor grumbles at the baliff, "Where can I reclaim my vehicle and equipment?"
<Kasia> *To Steve* "No, really. I- oh, hell." Kasia turns away to watche Trent.
Trent chuckles. "Thanks, Malik."
<Kasia> -e
<Arsenal> "All of your equipment will be returned to you out front.
<Arsenal> "
<Arsenal> "Doesn't mean 
Arsenal drops an anvil on his typoist
<Vander> *to Trent* "Sorry about gettin' you in trouble. I didn't mean to... 
that is..."
<Arsenal> "Doesn't mean I have to like you, Juicer... But I am starting to 
respect you."
<Arsenal> that was from Malik.
Trent *GLARES* at Vander. "We'll talk about this later. If I'm alive."
SteveM holds out his hand to Kasia
Kasia takes Steve's hand, smiles slightly.
Vander starts thinking of ways to help Trent win his Combat
<Arsenal> Vander: I wouldn't... yer already in enough trouble with him as it 
is.,
<Kasia> <OOC> * Katster whistles ;)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Cue: romantic violin/overdrive guitar duet
<N`Mor> <ooc> and gagging noises.
SteveM looks at Vander. "If we do lose Trent over this escapade, rest assured 
you will be cleaning out the Plow's plenum chamber with your tongue."
<Arsenal> *ow*
Trent chuckles at N'Mor and Ch'Dith
<Raenar> has our weapons been confiscated?
<Arsenal> okay... you're all heading outside.
<N`Mor> umm, duh
<Vander> *to Steve* "But...!" *gives up trying to explain*
<Trent> 'cept for me, I guess.
<Arsenal> Rae: those that you were carrying
Ru`ach slowly sneaks up behind Steve. Stands there. Slowly starts reaching a 
hand into his back pocket.
Kasia obligingly heads outside
SteveM will have to think about this later...
<Arsenal> yeah... Trent, take Four, we'll get back to you.
SteveM heads outside too.
Kasia turns to Steve, suddenly notices Ru`ach
Vander follows at the back of the group
N`Mor sneers at the judge and leaves.
<Kasia> "What the HELL do you think you're doing?"
<SteveM> <OOC> Ru'ach, why? Not like there's anything back there?1
<Arsenal> Steve: you feel a small hand slip into your pants pocket.
<Ru`ach> "Ummm... Ummm.... Pinching his butt?"
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Trent> <ooc> *chuckle*
Vander looks up in time to bump into Ru?
Kasia stares, glares
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> ooh, smooth one.
SteveM suddenly snatches the hand by the wrist and turns around, twisting it up 
as he does so.
Kasia growls, pulls out the nearest gunlike object she can grab and points it at 
Ru
<Ru`ach> "OW!"
<SteveM> "And who might you be?"
<Ru`ach> "LET GO!"
N`Mor yanks his tail out of Kasia's hand.
<Arsenal> I'll let you guys figger this out...
<Kasia> "I should blow your fucking hand off, baka!"
Vander bumps into Ru and drops onto his butt. "HEY!"
<SteveM> "Not until you tell me who you are. I'm sorry if I'm hurting you, but I 
don't cotton too well to pickpockets."
<Ru`ach> *to Kasia* "You're as much a baka as I am." *yelps in pain*
Trent starts laughing
N`Mor mutters "You're all insane" once more and trudges off to where the 
officers have his things.
Kasia angrily yells something in Japanese
Ru`ach curses in Hebrew
Vander gets off the floor. "What're ye doin' standin' around in doorways?"
SteveM eases up slightly. "I have had a VERY BAD DAY. Don't make me do something 
I know I'll regret later?"
<SteveM> -? +.
Kasia glances at Steve. "She shouldn't be able to repeat her mistake - can I get 
rid of the fingers?"
Ru`ach yelps in pain s'more. Trys to break free
<Arsenal> Ru: the grip is too strong
<SteveM> "Why, Kasia... I didn't know you were that bloodthirsty." *to Ruach* 
"Tell me who you are, or I feed you to her."
Kasia looks down at her gun... realizes what she's holding. Sighs and squirts Ru 
in the face with a blast of water
Ru`ach glares at Kasia. "Bat kalba! Kulchem! Ow! Ta'azov oti!"
<Trent> <ooc> *grumble* Why can't anyone speak American anymore?
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Trent: 'cause %)
<N`Mor> <ooc> Wonders what dragonese would be like. %)
<Arsenal> <ooc> or at least subtitle what they're saying?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Que? Habla espanol? Sprechen Sie Deutsch? Parlez-vous Francais?
<Kasia> <ooc> Deyete Menye Vodkoo! ;)
<Arsenal> N`M: think Tolkien's Elvish... same language
<Trent> N'Mor: Elven.
<SteveM> (what does this new player look like?)
<N`Mor> <ooc> To bad I don't know any Elvish. ;)
<N`Mor> +o
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Elvish with a hissing/sonorous growl undertone
<Vander> <OOC> N'Mor: i do :)
<Raenar> stveM: which new player?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> 'sides, I'm a 'path
<SteveM> Rae: Ru'ach
N`Mor <ooc> hrmms, neat, I can babble at the dwagon and make fun of the humans 
with 'im. %)
SteveM eases up some more, but still does not let go.
<Trent> N'Mor: JSYK, I speak Dragonese too.
<Arsenal> Steve: she's 5'8", black hair with blond highlights, really pale skin, 
looks to be about 16
<N`Mor> Trent: You don't count. ;)
<Arsenal> grey eyes 
Vander collects his stuff and returns to stand by Steve
<Trent> Heh, true.
<Ru`ach> *to Steve, through her teeth* "Thanks."
<Raenar> N,Mor: I know dragonese
<Arsenal> Rae: yeah, it's yer native tongue.
<Ch`Dith> how convenient
<N`Mor> blah.. belf.
Kasia returns her expensive supersoaker to its holster
<Trent> Ch'Dith: Well, he is/was an elf.
<Raenar> well isn't that special!!!
<SteveM> "See, even you can understand."
<Arsenal> since it's broad daylight, she can't be a vamp...
<Arsenal> Ru: you still haven't answered his question.
Vander begins to see if Steve wants him to call a cop, but shuts up before he 
does.
<SteveM> "Hey, Van, got a minute?"
Ru`ach trys to pull her arm free again
<Vander> "Ya, Steve?
<Vander> "
<Arsenal> Rae: It's common practise to put <OOC> in front of OOC stuffles...
<Arsenal> in case ya hadn't noticed
<SteveM> "How do you feel about babysitting duty? I gotta go reclaim my stuff."
<Kasia> "Can you get my stuff, too? I can keep watch on the *quick Japanese 
phrase*"
<Vander> "Sure." *Pulls his shotgun out and holds it in a non-threatening 
position.
<SteveM> *whispered to Kasia* "You wanna help him out? I'll be right back. Try 
to leave our new friend in one piece, 'k?"
N`Mor trudges back over, tying his cloak around his neck. "Can we just do 
something with the new 'pet' and be done with it?" He checks his dual revolvers 
to be sure the humans didn't tamper with them.
<Ru`ach> "bnei kalbot kulam. Lama ani? Ela..."
Kasia grabs Ru's wrists and holds them behind her back
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Steve: remind 'er she shouldn't try to harm the midget either... 
at least not yet.
<Vander> *to Ru* "Can ya talk English, already? I'm not in a mood for 
translatin' anything!"
SteveM leaves to reclaim his stuff, hoping things haven't been tampered with.
Ch`Dith aways, bbias
Arsenal reminds Vander tht his equipment includes a translator
<Vander> <OOC> Later Ch'D
<Ru`ach> *to Vander* "Ben kalba! Shtok!"
<Arsenal> Cya, Ch'd
<Vander> <OOC> I doubt Vander would be of a mind to remimber that right now. :)
<Vander> -i +e
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> b
Vander continues to ponder ways to help Trent
<Raenar> Is trent in battle?
SteveM returns with his stuff
<Vander> <OOC> Not yet
<SteveM> rae: not yet
<Arsenal> Rae: not yet.
<Trent> Nope; it ain't evening yet.
<Vander> Steve, Ars: Get out of my head!
N`Mor picks the newcomer up by the back of the shirt, staring at yer curiously.
<N`Mor> her, even
<Arsenal> VandeR: it's my job to answer these questions.
<SteveM> "What language is that she's speaking?"
Vander pulls out his translator
<Kasia> "Beats me. Sounds Russian."
<Ru`ach> *mutters* "Metumtamim!"
<Vander> "Tell ya in a sec."
<Kasia> <OOC> Shows you how much I know. ;)
<Arsenal> Vander: Should you look at your translator, it'll tell you "Hebrew"
N`Mor shakes the girl playfully. "Silence, unless spoken to."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> He brew what? beer?
Arsenal drops an anvil on Ch`Dith 's head
<Vander> "She talkin' sumpthin' called Hee Bru."
<Arsenal> Now I *know* that didn't faze you. :)
Trent *groans*
<N`Mor> <ooc> Shaddup dwagon. wisecracks are th dwarf's racket. ;)
<SteveM> <OOC> And my yarmulke's at the dry cleaner's.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> ow.
Ru`ach attempts to kick N'Mor
<SteveM> <OOC> *runs*
N`Mor holds her out at a good arm's length.
<Kasia> "Oh. Whatever. Russian Jew, maybe."
<SteveM> "Or Israeli."
Ru`ach <OOC> ponders spitting at Kasia
<Arsenal> Malik looks at Steve curiously.  "Where *are* you from, sir?"
<Trent> <ooc> Prolly not a good idea.
<Kasia> <OOC> Well, you owe me for the squirt gun. ;)
Ru`ach spits at Kasia. "That one's for the water gun!"
SteveM looks back at Malik. "Texas."
N`Mor shakes the girl again.
Kasia wipes it off and mutters a stream of expletives in Japanese, ending with 
"Can I *please* cut something off?"
<Ru`ach> "Stop! Put me down!"
Arsenal chuckles at Ru's sitch. :)
<Arsenal> Note: she never answered the question.
<N`Mor> "Be good, or I will play 'catch' with someone."
Vander shuts down the translator, is embarassed by what Kasia just said
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
Trent helps, would prolly help her if he wasn't indisposed.
<SteveM> *sigh* "And nothing is gonna be settled shaking semi-helpless girls 
around on the courthouse steps."
<Ru`ach> *yells* "Put me down! I'll talk! I just want something solid under me!"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Van: "Gee, I didn't know you could do *that*  with a 4-meter log 
of wood.
<Ch`Dith> +"?
<Arsenal> a cop comes over to you.  "Something wrong, people?"
N`Mor looks distainfully at Steve and sets the girl down.
<SteveM> "Nothing's the matter, Officer."
<Vander> <OOC> Ch'D: I won't ask
<Trent> *LOL* Not again!
<SteveM> "We were just leaving."
<Arsenal> the cop nods knowingly, and leaves
Vander cues Everything You Know Is Wrong
<Ru`ach> *to N'Mor, coldly* "Thank you."
Kasia recovers her hunting knife and etcetera from Steve
<SteveM> <OOC> H.I.N.T.
<SteveM> <OOC> Ah, didn't know I had yours..
Kasia smils charmingly. "Yeah, we need to get back to our hotel."
<N`Mor> "*muttered to Steve* What about the girl?"
<Kasia> <OOC> I asked you to get my things earlier...
<SteveM> "Come along, Vander, there's something I wanted to show you."
<Trent> <ooc> Don't forget to come see me get pasted this evening.
<SteveM> *muttered back to N'Mor* "Simple. We take her with us."
Vander follows Steve, still thinking of ways to help Trent
Kasia grabs the girl before she can leave and grabs her in a half-nelson
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Van: the life you save you save may be your own.....
Ru`ach yells
<SteveM> <OOC> Kasia: Ah; Ars: Assume I did that; Trent: That's an aff.
Arsenal *LOL*  this is better group dynamics than Malik cursing at everyone. >%]
<Kasia> <OOC> Ars: :)
<Vander> <OOC> Ars: Yes :)
SteveM takes Ru'ach from Kasia and lets N'Mor babysit for a while.
<Trent> Ars: Agreed!  =D
Kasia acquiesses. For now.
<Ru`ach> "Lama ani?"*over and over*
N`Mor grabs the girl by the back of the shirt again and trudges off, dragging 
her unwillingly.
<SteveM> *elbows Vander gently* "What's she saying?"
<Vander> *to Ru* "Put a sock in it!"
<Trent> N'Mor: You like doing that, don't you?
Vander checks his translator
<Arsenal> <OOC> she's saying "why me?"
<Ru`ach> "Shuddup, Hobbit!"
<Vander> "She wants a chimichanga."
<Trent> *LOL*
<N`Mor> <ooc> trent: I'm the obligatory Big Guy, it's my job. ;)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> hee hee hee hee hee
<SteveM> <OOC> Because I'm God, that's why.
<Arsenal> Steve: hey, that's my line! >:]
<SteveM> "So we get her a chimichanga."
<Kasia> *LOL*
<Vander> "Seriously. She's askin' 'Why me?'."
Trent manages not to use his standard bad joke.
<Arsenal> Okay, you're all back at the suite in the Happiness Hotel.
Vander does not feel so Happy at the Happiness Hotel.
<Trent> 'cept for me.  ;)
<SteveM> *to newcomer* "If we knew that, we wouldn't be in this mess."
Kasia trims her nails on her knife, glaring at the girl all the while.
<Arsenal> right... we'll get back to you later, Trent...
<Trent> Van: At least you didn't blow it up too.  =)
<SteveM> Ars We did stop for the E-clip recharger on the way, riiight?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Trent: the night's young.
<Vander> <OOC> Trent: That woulda sucked :)
Ru`ach burries her head in her hands, looks like she's about to cry.
<Trent> Ch'Dith: *LOL*
<Arsenal> Steve: You can take Vander over there later... the pickpocket takes 
priority, I think
<SteveM> Ars: Hokay.
Kasia sighs and sheathes the knife. "Wuss."
<Arsenal> Malik takes one look at the girl.  "Name?"
<N`Mor> "Can I eat her?" N'Mor says, grinning toothily. He seems to be taking 
great pleasure in his harassment.
Vander looks over at Ru. "What're you cryin' fer? I'm the one who just got his 
friend a death sentence!"
<SteveM> "Look, nobody's gonna hurt you or do anything terribly bad to you. We 
just want to know why you had your hands in my back pocket."
<Ru`ach> Looks up, "Because I'm almost outta money, that's why."
<Vander> "What? You couldn't find a job?"
<SteveM> "Van, please. There ain't too many jobs out there for girls her age, 
and fewer still are pleasant ones."
<Kasia> "Nani namae des ka?"
Vander goes sulks in a corner
<Arsenal> Malik sits across from the girl.. "What's your name, kid?"
<Ru`ach> *something in Japanese to Kasia*
N`Mor sighs. "Humans."
SteveM leans back and pinches the bridge of his nose with a hand. This is 
getting nowhere.
Kasia rolls her eyes
N`Mor resigns to cleaning his firearms.
Raenar cleans his guns
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> NM: Resigning to a farm somewhere? A dairy farm? *RUNS*
Ru`ach remembers something, looks around. "My staff! Where's my staff!
<Arsenal> *ow*
<Trent> <ooc> And still she won't say what her name is...
<Arsenal> "Staff?" Malik grumbles.  "Don't tell me she's a lousy magic-user."
<SteveM> Ars: Did we see a staff around here?
<N`Mor> <ooc> Shad: That was a stretch. Don't try so hard. ;)
<Arsenal> Actually, no... I'm assuming it's with wherever she stashed the rest 
of her stuff.
Vander mumbles something about having to keep her away from the Stones
<Arsenal> -with
<SteveM> "And just when I think we can get an assistant for Vandy..."
N`Mor says over the others, "That was your staff? It was delicious."
<Arsenal> *ugh*
<Trent> *LOL*
<Vander> <OOC> Steve: "Vandy"?
Ru`ach starts at M'Nor. "You!"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> V: either that or "Shorty".
N`Mor snickers in a Bovine manner.
Vander forces Ch'D to listen to Barry Manilow
<Trent> <ooc> Or "runt" or "squishy"
<N`Mor> <ooc> What a time for N'Mor to develop a sense of humor. ;)
<SteveM> <OOC> It is not a "You." It is a BULL!
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Barry who?
<Vander> <OOC> Ch'D: Nevermind. You're better off not knowing
<Arsenal> N`M: yeah... :)
<Arsenal> puns are flying now... and I thought the *IC* group dynamics were bad.
Kasia wonders if she saw the staff anywhere she can Recall
<Vander> Ditto
<SteveM> "Did we see a staff anywhere?"
Vander helps Kasia
<Arsenal> Kasia, Vander: spent the ISP for Total Recall, and roll percentile
<Kasia> How much ISP?
<Ru`ach> <OOC> am I gonna make it to N'Mor's throat or not?
<Arsenal> no
<Vander> 54%
<Arsenal> Kas: 2
N`Mor punctuates his joke by chewing on some cud.
<Kasia> And what do we need to roll?
<Kasia> 03%, BTW
<SteveM> PCT
<Arsenal> Kasia: you clearly recall seeing a staff of some sort strapped to a 
hovercycle in front of the courthouse
<Arsenal> along with a few other odds and ends.
Kasia smiles nastily at the girl, then turns to Steve. "I'll be back in a few 
minutes."
N`Mor swallows whatever he's chewing on, and belches slightly.
<Arsenal> btw, I do believe Ru is lunging at the big guy
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> A staff of some sort strapped to a 'cycle' of some sort along 
with a few odds and ends... It's Unspecificity Day!
Kasia stands and heads out the door while Ru and N`M bicker
Vander points his shotgun at Ru. "Siddownandshaddap!"
<N`Mor> should I roll to act on it?
<SteveM> "Ok, hurry back."
<Arsenal> N`M: no
<Arsenal> just ac on it
<N`Mor> okee.
<Arsenal> act, even
Arsenal drops an anvil on his typoist
<SteveM> "And we still have no idea what her name is... N'Mor, see if you can't 
rustle up some chimichangas for our guest here."
N`Mor spots the girl making her move, snaps the CEclip home in the rifle he's 
cleaning and brings it up so her nose sticks neatly in the barrel as it hums up 
to power. "Sit."
Kasia goes, looks for the parked cycle she remembers
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *watches 'rents walk in and boggle at him*
<Arsenal> Kasia: there
Ru`ach sits.
Kasia looks for keys
<Arsenal> Kasia: there's one in front of the courthouse, just as you remember...
<N`Mor> <ooc> Boy, i can see I've made a new friend. ;)
<Arsenal> and for some reason, there's no key... just a push-button ignition.
<SteveM> *to N'Mor* "Or a chicken quesadilla if they don't have that."
Kasia chuckles, pushes the button
<N`Mor> <ooc> She's prolly gonna want to strangle me now through the whole 
ordeal. %)
<Arsenal> the engine starts.
<SteveM> <OOC> Push the button, Frank.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Steve: :)
Kasia climbs on and heads back to the hotel
N`Mor sighs at the others. "Very well," he says, shouldering his rifle.
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
N`Mor trudges to the door.
Vander puts away his shotgun and goes back to sulking
<Arsenal> Malik looks at the departing minotaur, then at their "guest".  "One 
last time, kid.  What's your name?"
<Trent> <ooc> Maybe this time she'll answer.
<Ru`ach> "What's it to ya?"
Raenar stops cleaning his guns and does some pushups.
<Vander> "Just answer the dork! What yer name?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> <Malik> "Deathwish. Okay."
Kasia appears in the doorway, holding the staff lightly in both hands. "Give the 
nice neo-nazi your name or the staff is splinters."
<Arsenal> *muttered* "thanks a lot, shrimp."
Ru`ach bites her lip. "Ru'ach."
N`Mor <ooc> wonders if he should roll percentile to find chimichangas. ~~%)
<SteveM> "Malik, Van... " *turns around and BOGGLES at Kasia
<Arsenal> N`M: nah...
<Vander> <OOC> N'Mor :)
Kasia toys with the staff. "Ru'ach... what?"
<SteveM> "Ok, Ru'ach, now we're at least getting somewhere."
Ru`ach looks at Kasia, begging.
Vander looks at the staff
Kasia sighs, places the staff by the door and crosses to the other side of the 
room. "I won't break it. Promise."
<Ru`ach> "Sweet of ya."
<Arsenal> "Okay, Ru'ach.  First, why did you pick my superior's pocket, and 
second, what's the staff for?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Ain't love grand?
<SteveM> . o O (Well, if you're looking to make an omelet, you'd best be 
prepared to light the kitchen on fire.)
<Arsenal> the staff is just a wooden staff with some ornamentation, from what 
anyone can make out.
<Vander> . o O (In my case, I already burnt down the kitchen.)
<Ru`ach> "I picked his pocket 'cause I'm outta money, and the Staff's to draw on 
when I got no line."
<Trent> Van: A few of 'em, actually.
<Vander> <OOC> Trent: Heh
<Arsenal> Malik just eyerolls at this.  "Magic staff... I should destroy it, 
just to teach the kid a lesson."
Kasia Reads the staff
SteveM reflexively glances at Malik for twitches, facepalms, the like.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Van: And the house. And the neighborhood. And....
Kasia looks up. "I promised... but you didn't. Point."
<Arsenal> Kasia: Object Read?
<SteveM> Ch`D: <OOC> LOL
<Kasia> Ars: Da.
<Vander> <OOC> Ch'D: Heh
<Arsenal> okay... 6 ISP, roll percentile
<Arsenal> whatcha tryin' to get from it?
<Kasia> 13%
<Vander> <OOC> Need a neighbor destroyed? Call Short Rounds, Inc
<Ru`ach> <OOC> what am I sitting on, BTW
<Kasia> Ars: If she's telling the truth about drawing on it as a power source.
<Kasia> ... or if it does something else. I'm not looking for details.
<SteveM> Ru'ach: An armless wooden chair.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Van: +"<small print> No responsibility for collateral damage 
accepted"
<Vander> <OOC> Ch'D: :0
<Vander> -:0 +:)
SteveM <OOC> TWITCHES at the thought of a hobbit version of the Dirty Pair.
<Vander> <OOC> Steve: :)=
<Arsenal> According to the impressions, you can sense her alignment 
(unprincipled), and that she's correct... the staff houses potent mystic 
energies
Trent sees his irc proggy start going schitzo
Kasia nods
<Trent> Oh good, it fixed itself.
N`Mor returns several minutes later, holding a couple greasy brown paper bags at 
arm's length. "How do you creatures eat this wretched, foul-smelling, seared 
animal flesh?"
Kasia looks over. "Food?"
<Ru`ach> "I don't," Ru proclaims.
<SteveM> "Because it tastes good." *takes the bags and hands them over to 
Ru'ach*
<SteveM> "Good. More for us, then."
N`Mor looks at the new girl. "I knew you had to be sensible somehow."
<Arsenal> "Ain't you a little young to become a veggie-eater, kid?"
<Vander> "I was jokin' about the chimichangas. Steve."
Kasia shrugs, grabs one. "Mex food sounds good to me. May I?"
<SteveM> "It was inspired, Van."
<Ru`ach> "Always been one... well, since I was ten."
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Sure."
<Arsenal> "Minotaur... cough her up something to eat."  Malik's a bit annoyed at 
her.
Vander is very annoyed at himself
Kasia grins and consumes the chimichanga with relish displayed by as much acting 
as she can manage under the circumstances
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Meanwhile, Trent is consuming his Last Supper (or juice or 
whatever), wondering if his friends will think of him fondly
<SteveM> "You eat plain quesadillas?"
Raenar wants to go hunting
<Trent> Ch'Dith: How do you know I'm going to get killed?  ;)
N`Mor casts an annoyed glance at the Tin Man. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to 
find something suitably greener to eat. Other than that 'guacamole', whatever it 
is."
<Arsenal> Rae: not in a city, you don't.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Trent: I don't, but if I were you I'd eat that whatever like it 
were my last
<Ru`ach> "Hey, where's the rest of my stuff?"
<Vander> <OOC> Ars: I think he means he wants to go find a nice quiet 
assissation job.
Raenar starts eating
<SteveM> "Hey, new guy. *indicates Raenar* Why don't you hunt us up a plain 
quesadilla for all the vegetarians out here."
<Trent> Ch'Dith: Hell, with my metabolism I do anyway.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *chuckle*
SteveM looks at Ru'ach, then Kasia.
<Ru`ach> "Where's my stuff?!My bags!"
<Raenar> 'cause taco bell only sells mex food with meat.
Vander abstains from food and sulks in the corner
Kasia takes Ru's bag and tosses it to Steve. "There. Steve, I know next to 
nothing on weapons... is there anything in there?"
<Ru`ach> <OOC> "My matched luggage!"
SteveM opens it and looks inside.
<Kasia> (Bag, bags, bageses, bagii..)
Raenar sees Ru`ach's stuff in the corner.
<Kasia> Rae: <OOC> Get out of our room!
<Kasia> ;)
<Vander> <OOC> Kasia: Bagginses? :)
N`Mor <ooc> doesn't, 'cuz Steve has it. ;)
Trent thwaps Vander
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Van: Was that a short joke?
<Arsenal> Steve: There's the usual stuff in there, plus a 9mm pistol and a small 
laser rifle.
<SteveM> (anything that can be considered a weapon?)
<Arsenal> plus a survival knife
Raenar hands Vander a prozac
<N`Mor> <OOC> Ooh! Delicates! *duck* %)
<Arsenal> there's also about 2 dozen packs of Ramen
SteveM removes the weapons, lays them down next to the wall furthest from 
Ru'ach, and hands the bag to her.
Vander occupies his time by cleaning his shotgun's boring and sulking
<Ru`ach> "Thanks."
<SteveM> "Uh, new guy, forget about the quesadilla."
<N`Mor> <ooc> Can we call him "new guy" from here out? %)
<Raenar> "uh , old man, already have."
<Arsenal> Malik looks over at Raenar.  "We should *not* let him join us."
SteveM looks over and Vander, wonders what's eating him, and sighs.
Ru`ach opens the bag. Pulls out a little package. "You got any hot water in this 
place?"
<Raenar> "NO!"
<Arsenal> N`M: it fits. :)
<SteveM> . o O (Already, cabin fever begins to set in.)
<Arsenal> Malik turns to the kid.  "I think there's a kitchenette in the corner.
<Ru`ach> "And a cup?"
<Trent> . o O (Time to see me get pummeled?)
Vander gets up and announces that he's going for a walk
Ru`ach hesitates to get up.
<Arsenal> Trent: soon.
<Arsenal> "Go on, kid.  You do have a right to eat."
<Raenar> "vander, I'll go with ya."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> You gonna let Van do that? considering what happened last time 
he "went for a walk"
<Arsenal> Ch: Good point.
<SteveM> "Malik, I think he did pitch in against that attack dog. The very least 
we can do is thank him."
<Vander> "Sure. Why not?"
<SteveM> "Stop right there, Vander."
<Ru`ach> "Thanks." Walks to the kitchenette. Boils water. Grabs a cup.
<Vander> "What?"
<Arsenal> Malik grumbles.  "Yeah... Hey, Borg! Thanks for the help. Now scram."
<SteveM> "Where exactly do you plan on walking to?"
<Trent> Ch'D: Yeah, but this time he doesn't have his weapons, so he prolly 
shouldn't destroy most of the town.
<Arsenal> Trent: the laser was mounted to his bike...
<Vander> *to Steve* "Just gonna take a look around that arena."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Trent: Bet your life? Oh, sorry, you already have. 
<Trent> Ars: I know.
SteveM eyerolls at Malik. It'll probably end in tears, I know it."
N`Mor <ooc> ponders a cyborg with pointy ears.. %)
<SteveM> -"
<Arsenal> Steve: I wouldn't let Vander near that arena... oh, that shop's still 
open, BTW.
<SteveM> "Wait one, I'll go with. Malik, you wanna come along?"
Ru`ach sparates the little pack into two bags. Opens one and dumps powder into 
the cup.
<SteveM> "Like I said before, Vander, I have something I want you to see."
<Vander> *to Steve* "You sure you wanna get caught with me again?"
Kasia hesitates between following the guys and wondering who's gonna watch 
little miss quickfingers
<Vander> <OOC> N'Mor's still there :)
<SteveM> *to Vander* "Someone's gotta watch over you."
<Arsenal> Malik looks over at them.  "I'll keep an eye on our prisoner, thank 
you."
<Raenar> *changing into black clothes* "I wanna come."
<SteveM> "I think it'd be best if you came along, Malik. You need to get out 
more anyway."
N`Mor groans. "And I get left with the child."
<Arsenal> Malik shrugs, and follows... making sure he's wearing his light Dead 
Boy armor, sans helmet.
<Kasia> "I'll watch her, N'Mor. I don't trust her out of my sight, anyway."
<SteveM> "Look on the bright side, N'Mor. Who wants to argue with a seven-foot 
side of beef? (No offense.)"
Vander heads down to the supply truck and gets several items out of his large 
tool chest
<Raenar> N`Mor: "Who? Me?"
<Arsenal> on his hip, he's wearing a holster with a 9mm pistol.
N`Mor mutters something in an unintelligible (to Steve) language, and nods.
Raenar hops into hummer grabs a bag and gets out. "Ready."
<Arsenal> Okay... it's Malik, Steve, Vander, and Raenar on this trip?
<Vander> <OOC> Ars: Yeah
<Arsenal> 'k...
<SteveM> *nod* Only taking my panther on this run. No sense carrying anything 
heavier.
<Vander> <OOC> This is starting to get like FF3 :)
<Arsenal> "Where to, boss?"
<Arsenal> Steve: *nod*  's why Malik's only got the 9mm
<SteveM> "First, this place I found that has something I think we'd all 
appreciate."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> With you cast as Umaro's little brother.
Kasia gets her throwing knives out and starts practicing on the wall
<Arsenal> Kasia: like the management would notice, right? :)
<Vander> *to Steve* "We'd better make it quick, then. i wanna get to the arena 
before the fight starts."
<Kasia> Ars: Exactly. :)
<Arsenal> "This had better be good."
<SteveM> "Can you wait outside for a second or two?"
<Arsenal> Steve: this is to who?"
<SteveM> Ars: my party about to leave... just gotta tell Kasia a few things.
<Kasia> *thunk*
<Arsenal> 'k
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> No, two seconds.
<Kasia> *thunk*
<Ru`ach> "Will you stop that?!"
<Vander> *thinked*
<Kasia> *thunk*
<Kasia> *thunk*
<Kasia> *thunk*
Kasia retrieves the knives
<Kasia> *thunk*
<Kasia> "No." *thunk*
<Vander> :)
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Ru`ach grumbles, puts down the soup.
<Vander> re KJ
<Kasia> *thunk*
<Ru`ach> re KJ
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<Kasia> *thunk*
<Kasia> *thunk*
<Arsenal> 're Trent, DS
<Vander> re DS
<Raenar> hey guys
DarkSide is now known as N`Mor-
Kasia has made a pretty regular pattern of holes in the wall
<Trent`> Whee.  What'd I miss?
<SteveM> *tells Kasia* "I'll be back in about an hour.. "
<Arsenal> notalotta...
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<N`Mor-> what he said?
Trent` is now known as Trent
<SteveM> *to departing party* "Ok, let's go."
<Kasia> "All right."
<Arsenal> okay... 
Vander heads down
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<Arsenal> Ru, Kas, and N`M: take five
<Kasia> When's the fight scheduled for?
<Arsenal> soon...
<Vander> Hopefully, some time after I do what i wanna try]
<Vander> -]
<SteveM> I think we *all* want to be there for the fight. 
Raenar gets a drink
N`Mor- sighs, and plops down on a couch, hid bigass plasma rifle trained on the 
girl. Looking closely you can see the power knob is turned to what was once 
"High"; scraped into the metal is now "extra tasty crispy".
<Trent> <ooc> Oh no, what's Vander going to do.
<N`Mor-> <ooc> s/hid/his/
<Kasia> "Hey, Ru-ko?"
SteveM takes the party down to the shop and sees if that e-clip recharger is 
still in stock
<Arsenal> It is.
Vander follows Steve
<Arsenal> Malik follows as well.
Ru`ach glares at Kasia
<Kasia> "You should get a lock on that bike."
Trent boogies to the German Rubber Ducky Techno song.
<Arsenal> *ow*
<Vander> Trent: :)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *grooves to Tori Amos*
<Ru`ach> "Is it my fault I can't afford one? I could barely afford the bike."
SteveM doesn't. No need to bug da rents
Kasia suddenly grabs her dagger set and turns to N'Mor. "Watch her." Then she 
leaves, heads downstairs, steals Ru's bike again and heads for the fight.
Vander grooves to CW McCall
Arsenal grooves to Black Sabbath
<Arsenal> No, make that Ratt
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Kasia: why, you...
<Vander> *to Steve* "Well?"
Kasia grooves to Psychobabble
<Arsenal> boys, you see the e-clip charger is still in stock.
Raenar grooves to the goo goo dolls
Vander grooves to the Powerpuff Girls song
Ch`Dith <ooc> harms the short dude
<Arsenal> Malik whistles at the price tag.... "Wait here."
<SteveM> "It's an e-clip recharger.. Never have to drain a fusion pile again. 
Shall we chip in?"
Ru`ach <OOC> glares at Van
Raenar smacks Vander lightly for mentioning them
<Vander> *to Steve* "Why not?"
Kasia wonders if she can rent a locker around here for the bike
<Arsenal> Malik walks over to the manager, flashes an id card, and returns to 
the team.
SteveM <OOCly> checks Vander a room at the Smack Down Hotel
Vander checks his cash
<SteveM> "Membership has its privileges, I trust?"
<Arsenal> "Thankfully, this place is Black Market," he mutters.  "I've just 
procured us that e-clip charger.  Don't ask how."
<SteveM> "I won't."
<Trent> <ooc> Yeah, the price is now 15000 dollars instead of 10000
<Raenar> "how?"
<Arsenal> the manager comes over, holding a box, and hands it to Malik.  "Here 
you are, senor."
<Kasia> <OOC> Rae, he said Don't Ask.
<Vander> <OOC> Is the Coalition in the habit of buying $5000 toilet seats? :)
SteveM GLARES at Raenar. "You *are* new."
<Arsenal> Malik hands it to Vander.  "Let's go.  And someone shoot the Borg on 
the way out."
Vander carries the box out
<Trent> Van: They're descended from the 'States, sorta.  Of course they are.
<Arsenal> heheh
<Arsenal> Anyways...
<SteveM> *to Raenar* "Remind me to give you the refresher course on politics 
sometime."
<Arsenal> Kasia: there is a place to stash the bike where it won't get stolen.
<Vander> "I'll install this later. I wanna get over to the arena."
Kasia stashes the bike in that conveniently unnamed place
<Trent> <ooc> Oh no, he's going to blow up the arena now.  
<SteveM> "Vander, you sound Up To Something. Care to let us in on it?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> With or without you inside?
<Trent> Ch'D: Hmm...yes.
Kasia takes a seat overlooking the arena, out of direct sight of the enterance
<Vander> *to Steve* "I'll let you know when I'm sure it'll work."
<SteveM> *muttered* "Translation: No."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Van: That'll be after you've tried it, in other words?
<Arsenal> Okay, by the time you boys get to the arena, it's already filling up, 
and the fight is about to start.
<Trent> Whee!
SteveM idly wonders if Michael Buffer even survived the cicrumstances leading to 
Rifts Earth
Ru`ach <OOC> sulks 'cause she doesn't get to watch
<Arsenal> Ru: It's on the local television. :)
<Trent> *nod* Big event.
Vander loses himself in the crowd, slipping away from Steve, Malik, and Raenar, 
making his way around to a point of the arena that's sufficiently deserted and 
has a clear view of the combat area
<Trent> <ooc> Oh no, he isn't.  I hope yer not thinking what I think yer 
thinking.
<Arsenal> "In the Red corner!" the announcer calls out.  "The Challenger! 
Weighing in at 280 pounds, Trent Harris!"
Raenar gets a good seet near the from. Clutching his bag closely.
SteveM @grumblefuckmutters. It's all too easy to lose short people in crowds.
SteveM lets off a loud "WHOOP!"
Trent grins ferally at the crowd.
<Arsenal> Trent: you're wearing your standard Juicer armor, and the ref hands 
you a vibro-knife
N`Mor- eyes a funny-looking box with a big window in it, finds a button labeled 
"On."
Ch`Dith wonders who this "runt" is that the tall guy next to him is grumbling 
about
Trent hefts the knife a few times.
<Arsenal> The crowd goes nuts.
Ch`Dith looks up. "Friend of yours?"
<Ru`ach> *to N'Mor* "It's called a TV. Push the button."
<SteveM> "Yes."
N`Mor- pokes the button with the snout of his rifle, and watches as the image of 
the fight flickers onto the screen.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> "Push the button, Frank!"
<Kasia> <OOC> Frank, push the - oh, that joke's already been done.
<Kasia> Get outta my head!
Vander starts setting up some complicated electronic equipment that he brought 
from his large tool chest
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Outta my head!
<SteveM> <OOC> Kasia: Repeatedly.
<Trent> Ars: <ooc> And the defender?
<Arsenal> "In the Blue Corner! Weighing in at one *thousand* pounds! The Thirty-
time Champion! Gyges!"
Ch`Dith looks wryly at the tall guy. "My condolences...."
<SteveM> <OOC> He's the Ball-Cracker, Death On Foot. You know him... you love 
him... he's... GYGES!!!"
<Raenar> Oh god! he's gonna need help
Trent gulps as he takes in the defender, keeps grinning.
<N`Mor-> "This does not bode well for our hero."
<Arsenal> The crowd suddenly starts booing and hissing as a giant hulking Ogre, 
equiped with a Juicer biocomp system, enters the ring.
<Raenar> "don't worry. I broght some supplies for such an occation."
Ru`ach stares at the screen. "Like there's a chance. This should be rather 
quick..."
Trent mutters to himself. "Schiesse, a Titan Juicer. This should be fun."
<SteveM> *muttered* "Trent, I hope you know what you're doing."
Ch`Dith mutters back, "Die, most likely...."
<SteveM> *turns to Raenar, arches a People's Eyebrow* "Like what?"
Kasia leans forward in her seat and watches expectantly
<Raenar> "it's in the bag I'm holding.
Vander continues setting up his equipment
<Arsenal> "Here are the rules! There are none!  The fight has only one round, 
and that'll continue until one is dead!"
<Trent> Ars: Gyges isn't armored, is he?
<SteveM> *looks over at Stranger #2* "It was either this or ten years hard 
labor... tantamount to a death sentence."
<Arsenal> Nope
<Kasia> <OOC> You know, discharging weapons in the arena would... err... suck.
Ch`Dith raises an eyebrow, leans back... this'll be good.
<Arsenal> Gyges is completely unarmored and unarmed.
Trent flicks the vibroblade on. "Let's rock."
Ch`Dith looks back. "Die on yer feet or die on yer knees? I'll give him credit 
for guts...."
<Arsenal> "All bets start, One Hundred Dollars! Coalition!"
<SteveM> . o O (I'm Team Leader, dammit!  Why am I always the last man to know 
about these things?)
<Kasia> "Covert pission," Kasia mutters
Ru`ach chuckles. "Who is this guy anyway? Is he nuts? Loo-ser!"
<Arsenal> The bell rings, as the ref lunges for a trap door.
<SteveM> *to Stranger 2* "So did I."
<Arsenal> Trent: roll for initiative
Vander curses as the fight starts. "Not farting ready yet!"
<Trent> 19 + 4   23
<Arsenal> Gyges rolls an 18 +1...
<SteveM> *flags down a bookie* "$5000 on the challenger!"
<Arsenal> Trent: you and Gyges are matched as far as attacks/melee...
Trent bellows and leaps at Gyges, vibroblade buzzing madly.
<Arsenal> Gyges attempts to dodge...
<Arsenal> roll
Vander gets the last few parts connected, tries to get a clear target cone.
<N`Mor-> "I've said it before. They're /all/ insane."
<Trent> 16 + 5 to strike.
<Arsenal> 4+6 to dodge...
<Arsenal> you sink the vibroblade into his chest.
<Ch`Dith> "... Style, yes. Guts, certainly. Sense.... I don't think so."
<Trent> 5 md.
<Trent> or 500 sdc, since he's not armored.
Vander makes sure the power connections are secure and runs other quick safety 
checks
<Ch`Dith> "Ooh, that smarts."
<Trent> "Eat that, freak!"
<Arsenal> gyges roars, and wraps his hands around you in a bear hug
<Trent> Uh..can I dodge that?  (I hope, I hope..)
<Vander> *muttering* "No! Drop him you big geek!"
<Arsenal> yes, you can attempt it
<Arsenal> strike for Gyges is 11+2
<N`Mor-> "The sight sickens me, but I cannot look away."
<Raenar> "kick him in the jimmies!!!!"
<Trent> 17 + 8.  Whoo! I'm hot tonight!
<Arsenal> you ease out of his killer strangle-hold.
<Ru`ach> *to N'Mor* "Who is that guy?" *waves her hand ni front of his face 
until he looks away from the TV* "Who is that guy?"
Vander keeps looking for a chance to activate his device
<Arsenal> Trent: action?
SteveM <OOC> has five more minutes left before he must leave
<Arsenal> Steve: 'k...
Trent flips the vibroblade to his other hand and slashes at Gyges's face.
<Raenar> "Ru`ach, who is who?"
<Arsenal> I'll be stopping about the time someone dies, anyways.
N`Mor- shrugs at the girl. "I really know none of them."
<Arsenal> Rae: Ru is back at the hotel
<Kasia> <OOC> Uh, Rae? You're at the fight. Ru is at teh hotel room.
SteveM <OOC> @smacklays Raenar. You're not there.
<Trent> 15 + 5.  Luck when I need it, I guess.
<Arsenal> gyges dodges... 15+6
<Arsenal> the blade just nicks his nose.
<Trent> Damn.
<N`Mor-> "But the small one is 'one of ours', you might say."
Vander sets off the device
<Arsenal> Gyges throws a haymaker at you
<SteveM> . o O (Denied...)
<Arsenal> 11 +2
Trent tries to dodge.
<Ru`ach> "What? The nuts one?"
<Arsenal> Vander: the device fizzles, and some of the lights in the area go out 
briefly before coming back on.
<Trent> 5 + 8.  Damn, I'm good.
<Vander> "Crap!" *makes a run for the crowded areana
<Vander> -a
<Arsenal> You're too quick for him... and it's making him mad...
<Arsenal> your turn
Trent stabs at his chest.
<N`Mor-> "That's him."
<Arsenal> strike?
<Trent> 20 + 5!
<Arsenal> *ow*
<Ru`ach> "Why's he fighting? No way in hell he can win."
<Arsenal> roll for damage... critical strike does double damage
<SteveM> . o O (OH HELL YEAH!)
Vander tries to find Steve 
<Trent> 800 sdc.
<Raenar> Trent's on a role. (Pardon the pun.
Ch`Dith urks, twitches and curses in fluent Elvish ("Dammit, not now!"), then 
turns around.
<Arsenal> Niiice... ripped right into him... the blade is imbedded in his heart.
Trent sinks the vibroblade into Gyges's chest up to the hilt. "That HURT you, 
bastard."
Raenar sees Vander Walking around" Vander, I'm over here." *waves"
<Arsenal> only his bio-comp's keeping Gyges alive
Vander heads for Rae
Ch`Dith tries to push that tall guy and everybody else out of his way, muttering 
"excuse me, out of the way, move it!"
<Arsenal> Gyges loses all attacks from here on out..
<Arsenal> the crowd is screaming "FINISH HIM! FINISH HIM!"
Trent wrenches out the vibroblade, obliges the crowd.
<Vander> *to Steve* "It didn't work! Please, tell me Trent's winning!"
<Kasia> <OOC> Fatality? ;)
<SteveM> *TUGS Raenar's sleeve* *points to Stranger 2 moving away* "Follow."
<Arsenal> where did you strike?
N`Mor- shrugs. "He wanted a 'fighting chance' rather than rotting in a pris-- 
did he just do what I think he did?"
<Trent> *wince* 1 + 5
Ch`Dith tries to push a couple crowdsters aside, doubles over.
<Ru`ach> "Okay, so I'm wrong."
<SteveM> *to Vander* "Looks like he is."
<Arsenal> Trent: where did you strike?
<Trent> Neck, tho I doubt I'll actually hit.
<Arsenal> well, he can't dodge...
<Arsenal> roll for damage anyways
<Trent> 6.  He's toast, methinks.
<Arsenal> that he is..
Kasia grins ferally, goes to look for Steve
<Arsenal> a clear beheading
Ch`Dith curses loudly "SHUIT-D'EEEE----" and the voice turns into a roar halfway 
through
<Ru`ach> "Okay, so I'm really wrong."
Kasia bumps into a screaming guy first.
<Kasia> "What the..."
Trent raises his arms, bellows.
SteveM cheers wildly... and $5000 becomes much more!
<N`Mor-> "I'm as surprised as you are."
<Arsenal> the crowd's attention is suddenly directed at the stands, where, 
suddenly, a dragon has just appeared.
Trent looks over at the roar.
<Vander> "EEP! DRAGON!!!"
Ch`Dith 's form ripples, skin color shifting from pale to black, then back to 
pale again, then back to black and into scales.
Kasia collapses to the ground at the dragons' forefeet, attemting to back away
N`Mor- blinks at the screen. "Is that what I think it is?"
<Trent> Mutttering "Sure, steal my glory."
SteveM wheels around... "VANDER, WHAT DID YOU DO NOW?!??!!?!?"
<Ch`Dith> Wings spread. Clothing bursts to tatters
Ru`ach nods silently
<Vander> "It ain't me, cheif!"
<Kasia> "... damn."
Raenar runs into the back
<Trent> *sarcasticially* "Wha, do I have to fight YOU now?"
Ch`Dith looks around, a bit dazed
<N`Mor-> "If you'll excuse me. Be a good girl and don't go anywhere."
SteveM sees Kasia on her back at the feet of this monstrosity...
N`Mor- grabs his gear and dashes for the arena.
<Arsenal> Trent: you are handed a million dollars in cash, and ushered out of 
the arena
Ch`Dith looks down at the girl below his maw
Ru`ach grabs her staff and bag and runs after N'Mor
Ch`Dith opens his maw. "Wha-?"
<Kasia> "Uh... I'm not a virgin?"
SteveM goes for Kasia and his Panther in no particular order
<Trent> Ars: 1. Million. Dollars!?!  Schiesse!
Raenar pulls his NG-57 Heavy Duty Ion Gun just to be sure.
Ch`Dith blinks repeatedly. "Huh?"
Vander stands frozen in place. "D-d-dr-dr-dr-dr-dr-dr-bi-bi-bi-big-dr-dr-dr..."
<Arsenal> Trent: I told you... sizable cash prize. >:]
SteveM must leave NOW
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<Trent> I know, but...schiesse.
Kasia swallows, hard. "Well, you know, stupid stories... and I'm not..."
<Arsenal> Okay... let's pick up here next time, 'k?
N`Mor- rushes throught the croud of stampeding people, who are surprisingly 
running /around/ him, screaming even more.
<Kasia> Okay. :)
<Trent> okee.
<Vander> Ars: OK
<Ru`ach> ok
<Ch`Dith> gotcha
<N`Mor-> okeedoo
<Arsenal> nice dramatic entrance for our resident dwagon. :)
<Kasia> :)
<Raenar> 'k
<N`Mor-> okillydokilly
<Kasia> Tataa!
<Ch`Dith> thankye
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<Trent> Agreed.
<Trent> G'Nite, all.
<Vander> Later folx
Ch`Dith goes... 'morning
<Trent> Heh.
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Vander [UpLink@du108.str.ptd.net] has quit IRC (Everything's bio-degradible. 
Some people just don't have any patience.)
N`Mor- exits, stage right. *thud* Err, left.
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DarkSide - VoiD where prohibited.)
<Ch`Dith> *chuckle*
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brain controls the left side of the body. Then only left-handers are in their 
right minds.)
<Arsenal> g'nite, WS2
<Ru`ach> g'nite
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