"Real close," I say to MollyMoon. "We just biked a couple hours from there to get here,"
When SeaTac rolls up, I look him right in the eyes, pull away from the kid.
"You know my bloody name," I say, when he finishes with his little speech. "It's…
Spending my hold. What do you wish I'd do, MollyMoon?
"Yeah," I say offhand. "This one's decent. SafeCo. And even if it weren't, there's other ones not half-bad nearby." Look around. "Lot better than this place." Whetting her appetite.
"You're not all blood kin," I say, not a question. "How long you been in with this lot?" I lean against a busted slot machine.
"And why stick it out here, instead of heading a bit north? Take up with a hold? It ain't all peaches and cream, bu…
Nobody's really hurt. That's good. Well, good enough, for now.
"You didn't hear Dog, did you? Straight up, those are ours now. " My Dog impression is pretty good at this point. "No bargaining. You give 'em up and maybe that's all we take."
…
"Shut your wet bloody facehole," I say absently. I need to wait on this, gotta see what the damage was. I flick my eyes between Father and the high rollers room, waiting for word.
Flood.
I take the ice pick and the .38 and slide them well away from Father, then get to my feet. "Stay down," I say.
I'm kinda mad at the whole thing now. "We're not bloody murderers. We're just looking for some old-timey poker chips, cards …
Right bloody call.
The smoke is proving troublesome...
Father got any weapons on him that I can tell? Any Arrows near me for back up?
I keep the knife where it is, but I tilt his face to the side and get close enough to see his eyes. "Oh dear,…
Guy hits the ground and I'm on top of his back, knee digging into his spin and the hand on my not-hurt side is putting knife at his throat.
"Tell all your people to stand the flood down!" I shout right into his ear, and I cut him just enough let hi…
Sounds like Dog has the kid. Her old man won't see reason, stay bloody put. Is there nobody else?
When I hear him stomping closer, I crouch and kick a leg out, try to put his face on the floor. I'm not above sitting on the fool until the smoke c…
I'm following orders, like the rest of the Arrows, waiting to see if these folks do what they're told. If they don't and we gotta get them wet, I'll be be there with the rest of them too.
I don't wait, just heft the canister to test the weight and lob it overhead. If it flies true, should send our hidden friends scurrying out like blind ants from a hole in the ground.
I see the flash of eyes but I hold steady -- don't want to be a'murderin' anyone yet. If they move, might try and pin their hand to the wall with a knife though.
I sidle up to Chance, ask her silently for the canister. Signal to Dog to get SeaTac…
::I think they're in the ceiling:: I signal again more forcefully to Dog, while SeaTac and Sounder try the door, but still discretely. ::You have anything to smoke them out?::
::Act dumb:: I signal small and tight to Dog and Cujo plus any other Arrows that can see, ::But there's someone else here, I can feel it. Maybe the ceiling?::
"Looks empty," I say aloud, voice pitched to carry. I scan the high places, the dark cor…
Reading the sitch.
(Rolled: 2d6. Rolls: 4, 3. Total: 7)
This is a highlight for me, so I'll be advancing as well and taking the Battlebabe move Perfect Instincts.
When we get to the casino, I have Belka pry the bullet out of my shoulder and do up a quick bandage. It smarts like anything, but so long as I don't move my left arm over my head, it shouldn't slow me down.
I'm more splashed off about my sleek l…
Last time Drumma pulled this was after some of Pike's folks got handsy trying to pull some feathers out of her. She'll usually forgive the world after a few days of being above it all.
My ride is pretty smooth, bike fixed up nice with my own two h…
The dead eyes slide off me like nothing. Been a long time since a physical threat, or the ghost of one, really worked on me. Me and death, we been so close I've reached out, grateful-like. Never did take me up on it though.
I don't know SeaTac enou…
I take a knife out of my boot and start cleaning my nails, which are already dirty again from the bar and h-bike grease, while watching SeaTac and Joey through half-hooded eyes. Seems sorta like giving a mouse to a tiger. But it isn't really my ca…
Hey folks. Dave here. I too was recruited from G+ for the AW Fury game.
Also 33, but in DC at moment with partner of nine-ish years. Before that, Boston. Before that, Dublin. Before that, the MA suburbs. I have a tiny angry terrier.
Couns…
"That sounds kind of you. Business is an exchange, no?" I ask mildly. I coax Drumma off my bike, watch her take to the air in search of her nightly meal. "What do you get out of training someone?"
I stand next to Laika, weight resting on my right …
I glance at the puzzle cube. It doesn't look like too much, but these old things surprise you. I once had the displeasure of being giving a similar 'toy' called a bopit. It made noises for hours before HM smashed it into pieces.
I acknowledge Joe…