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From Molotov: "Nyet, he is mine," I tell Never Summer, but wave over to where the shooting is, "Roxy will be having our dicks if her girls die- I would be keeping them, and then having girls alive to stick them in, da?" I don't smile. Sparekeys wil…
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From Molotov: It looks good from up here, as I stand up in the carriage doorway. There are dead bodies and flickering lights behind me. I shout down at Carnation's men- no, not his any longer; they are cowering, ducking or running. I no longer care…
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OOC: • what should I be on the lookout for? • what’s my enemy’s true position? • who’s in control here?
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OOC: Read a Sitch. Roll+Sharp. +1XP (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 6, 4. Total: 12)
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From Molotov The gunfire is deafening. I crouch down, the metal wall against my back. Tailfish wasn't so lucky, taking three- four, no...who is caring, too many bullets to chest. He's slumped against the far wall, glass raining down. Dead. Our car…
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Advancement __ get +1cool (max cool+2) __ get +1sharp (max sharp+2) __ get +1weird (max weird+2) xx get a new gunlugger move (NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH) xx get a new gunlugger move (Bloodcrazed) __ get 2 gigs (detail) and moonlighting __ get a holding…
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OOC: Ouch... • Take definite hold of it. • Suffer little harm.
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OOC: Seize By Force. Roll+Hard. +1XP. (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 4, 2. Total: 9)
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From Molotov: Okay, nice gun, but there is saying about pig in mud that comes to mind. If you look in my eyes I'm sure you are seeing the smile. I turn around the corner, pointing my gun through the door - I doubt the Tails or fake me could be gett…
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OOC: Acting Under Fire. Roll+Hard. +1 XP (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 3, 3. Total: 9)
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This is station: This is car: From Molotov: Now, this is a woman. I am no longer sure if I'm in this for Carnation's head, or waiting for my world to be rocked by Roxy's. She's arranged this like was agreed, to be keeping her family safe. So w…
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From Molotov: CLICK. "Okay," I say, nodding and putting the little radio away. I keep an earplug in, but I doubt Carnation is going to be filling the waves - he has other things on his mind. "You feeling good about this, Rox?" I nod to the door an…
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From Molotov: I pull the gun away from her ribs, staring her down for sake of it. I'm tense, and while little blocks of plan are falling together, all it takes is one slip and they are all going tumbling down like little egg-man. "Okay. You give me…
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OOC: Going Aggro. Roll+Hard. +1XP. (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 6, 5. Total: 14)
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From Molotov: I sigh through teeth, releasing her neck which is pointless to be holding right now, but keeping magnum pressed firm. This Roxy is tough girl. And again, twice this night, I am reminded of Santa Cruz. A hint of disappointment is in my…
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From Molotov: Ah. At least it can't be said I didn't try, da? I slide my gun out from under the poncho, and press it against her ribcage as she's having my ear for brunch. I grab her neck as I talk, "This is high-powered magnum, silenced. It will b…
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From Molotov: "Are you fucking with me, Roxy? Is that the truth?" I grunt, and stop moving as her breast rubs up against me. She is good looking, like, bred for fucking. I am being very careful not to lose my mind, breathing in through my nose. "An…
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From Molotov: I see Santa Cruz everywhere - in statues, TV shows, and of course, my nightmares. I do not think it is really her, so I do what I always do when my past is clawing at me, I ignore it. There is reason angel on my head has face covered …
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OOC: Reading Roxy. Roll+Sharp. +1XP. (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 4, 6. Total: 12)
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Molotov: I grin back at this Roxy, like white stone wall of teeth. "You. But, not for regular stuff, though maybe later," I shrug like, if you are up for it, "- first, we need to be talking. I never plan on gallows, everyone knows this about me b…
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Molotov: I've paid Ross back for Carnation and some - though he may not be knowing it yet, when the echoes of my message spread, he will be figuring it out. I take blow for Underlake, and that is apology enough. And nyet, she has never asked for m…
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Molotov: Of course I paid up. I had vidja disc in one of bags, rare edition of popular show called Flies on Fire or something, good quality - very little static. Is worth a barter, so I was using it to buy little belt radio and earplugs and poncho …
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Molotov: I cough, and my mouth feels dry and my palms are sweaty. I let the hum and whirr fill my ears for moment before finally pulling the trigger. CLICK. "Hello. I am Molotov Niklaievich Kalashnikov. I am lugger of guns, and I was arriving in C…
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Molotov: This...is total mess of machines. I'm not understanding any of it, so I shake my head to Preserver and murmur, "Nyet. Give me speaking thing, and make it so everybody is hearing what I am saying." I can feel my cheeks twitch, and there is …
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So, not many people probably know how radios were supposed to work but here is how they work now: depending on the day and weather, you're going to pick up mostly static, except for a hundred or so stable channels in the low-hertz range, where you g…
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Molotov: I lift shoulder in a shrug, and continue to look him in the eyes, "I have confessed to you, maybe is time I confessed to others." Is so tiring, waiting for moment when it is all coming out. Truth is, I do not want to be guy who runs any m…
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Molotov: Da, it is silent - wait, what did he just say? It can suck? I look up at him to stare bullets, my mouth opens - and I laugh. Is rasp at first, then settles in bottom of stomach, deep laugh that feels...good. "You are shitty fucking Preserv…
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Molotov: It feels like it did, those years ago - what, is almost fifteen now? Academy, that is Santa Cruz' father, would speak to me like this, when I was sick in bed in his little chapel. He would say these things, "Why are you so angry, Molotov? …
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Molotov: I sit down on the back of a pew, facing this man - is reasonable height for sitting, as half the wood is submerged. "Why?" I retort and spit Russian curse word - the idea of not responding does not fire off in my brain. But, I feel slightl…
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Molotov: I do not startle, but little part of me is surprised when this man walks out. You never know, with the Preservers, whether they're here or not - whether, in this town, they have survived. He sounds exactly like Santa Cruz' father. That's f…