slickhop
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Opening my brain. Marking exp and taking the Followers advance. (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 1, 1. Total: 3)
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Blood loss and pain and violence. I hear both Dog and Valentine, but I can't respond to them just yet. I'm caught up in my head, caught up in the patterns of the blood on the ground as the drip through the rocks of the embankment towards the red se…
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When Dog is there, I close my eyes. I'm light-headed and hurting and there is death around me, but for a moment, I am safe and numb and falling against her chest. My bad arm loose at my side, the good one still clenched around the knife that took C…
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Harm roll. (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 2, 1. Total: 6)
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The injury he's given me doesn't register as more than inconvenience just yet -- I'm cursing the lack of a second knife. Without it, I have to cut out his eyes one by one. I leave his face like sightless cratered meat. "You're both fools," I say…
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Battle Hold below in white. Both hold spent on "Seize the Victory"
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Single Combat. +2 from Perfect Instincts. (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 2, 4. Total: 8)
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There's a moment, after the sniper falls, where it's as if noise of the chaos leeches away from everything and I'm just hearing the rushing sound of averted death. But as soon as Cutter raises his arm against me, it's like a weight is lifted. Now I…
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(Acting under fire.) (Rolled: 2d6. Rolls: 1, 4. Total: 5)
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I know how to take a distraction when I am given one. I'm clambering up the embankment closer to the lighthouse, making sure that Val is right behind me. If the Arrows are close, I try to get their attention. But if they are not, or if there are ot…
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I curse and drop back into whatever cover Val and I were using, then hand zir one of my throwing knives. "In case you need a spare. I'll try and end this fellow. But either way, let's take the chance to get closer and out of his sights.". I point t…
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When we get to the shore, I secure the h-bike on a steady outcropping and help Valentine off -- zie doesn't actually need the help, but sometimes I like to treat zir like a lady. Makes me feel gallant. "Fine. But if this goes wrong, be ready to c…
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"Nothing's ever easy," I say under my breath. To Valentine, I ask: "Get his attention from here and sweet talk him, or get in closer and check them out more?"
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It's hard to understand tone in this sort of situation, but I'm silent for a moment, trying to decide if Valentine is thinking ill of me. "He's one of those that threatened my freedom. And worse, he wishes death on those who would succor me.." I sh…
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"Just six of them, plus an engineer to pilot their small craft. The engineer is worth saving, if we can. Called Glover. She's an alright sort." I shrug against Val. "I think so anyway." "The big one is called Cutter. He's the first one I'd like…
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Which enemy is the biggest threat?
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Reading the sitch. (Rolled: 2d6. Rolls: 5, 2. Total: 7)
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I can't help it. I'm riding into big trouble, trouble ten times lightning in a handbasket, and I'm still smirking and scooting my behind into Val like someone who doesn't know better. Sometimes what feels good feels good no matter what the stakes …
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Bloody flood, I love the way zir hand moves when zie holds a knife. It's like poetry. I start to think of how to explain the suit, how to explain how zie got her -- what is going on with me -- but I just sigh in frustration of where to start. Then…
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When I called to Valentine, it was the way a body calls out to an embrace that they remember fondly. I'm still alone in the darkness, cutting across cold red but -- there. That spot. I readjust my lines. No one behind me will notice -- something…
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Lost. To bring Valentine onto my bike. Marking xp. One away from advancing. (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 4, 3. Total: 8)
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I will stay the course. But I haven't decided what I'm going to do when I get there. Are these folks Tax Patrol or otherwise? Innocents don't deserve to die at Portar's hands, but who is truly innocent? The bike's familiar whirr is soothes me, a…
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I lean up, give him a quick peck on the cheek as thanks, moving a little less gracefully than usual because of the suit. Then I just nod, and head towards my bike. It'll be sweet to have her beneath me again. Not quite like being back with Dog an…
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"I thought you said I'd well earned my keep," I say, my hands joining at his back, pulling him closer to me. "If you don't think I'd come back for what you're giving me, well, I'm game if you wanna work that out right now." It's a little bold, a l…
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Shame someone with a fine beard should have such a poor attitude. If he turns on Glover, I will end him. Flood, I might end him either way. Still. Does that explain the Captain's tone? Not really. Attention is back on Portar. "Zip me up?"…
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What does Cutter intend to do during this raid? I put a hand on Glover's shoulder, give a brief squeeze of acknowledgement.
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Reading Cutter. (Rolled: 2d6. Rolls: 5, 2. Total: 7)
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I nod to Portar, but really, I'm sizing Cutter up. Big guys are the muscle, yeah, but the one in charge too? Not always the best idea.
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Not from me. Not with the crowd anyway. I wait for anyone else to make a query, and when the official part of the meeting ends, I make my way to Portar's side. My hand at the small of his back. "Who leads the raiding party?" I think about ask…
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"Tax Patrol is scum," I agree, reaching past the zipper of my suit to palpate the remnants of Queen Anne's tight stitches in my shoulder. It was near enough time to have them removed. I look forward to seeing how they ride out. I keep picturing a m…