Jorvik: A Land of Snow & Ice
Game Master DSXMachina

Kenneth shakes his head, "Nae, laddie, I ne'er said she was ugly.... at least, nae on the outside." He keeps his eyes level, watching for any sign of reaction from his sister, other than the condescending smile, and trying not to grin when he sees her eyes tighten a tad. Well, she's still got her pride, at least. With that, he releases the cross around his neck, ensuring that it hangs out over his shirt.

Taking small comfort from his tiny victory, Kenneth's mind re-engages fully, even as he notes Tangris' interest. "More like he works for the herd,", he mutters under his breath.

He locks his eyes on his sisters' before throwing out another barb, "Ye look well, Molly. Much better than last time. Ye must have gotten your fix just recently, then?"

He smirks and cocks his head toward Danny and Tangris, "Sorry tae interrupt the flirting, but as Molly said, these are serious charges, and there's important things tae discuss. And 'twould be best for all if it be done quickly.... 'twould be an awful shame to delay things until my dear sister gets tae needing her... special drink. She's literally a lickspittle, ye ken?"

He steps toward the two, as if to guide them toward chairs, hoping to keep scoring annoying-little-brother points as his mind once again tries to face the darker possibility, adding, "And besides, Tangris, I dare say that based on how hale she seems, my sister could likely eat you alive, ye ken.", hitting the emphasis for Danny's sake and hoping his American friend realizes what he's worried about.

He turns back toward his sister with a smile, continuing the direction of the Flames of Kildare into the woven Crasg Brìghde, and says, "Though, surely we have time for a hug first?", and opens his arms wide.

I've accepted the first fate point. We'll see about the not getting into a fight for the second.

Her eyes go wide at the comment; "Oh brother! Such harsh words...." the tone clipped slightly as her composure flounders under a little brothers words. The mention of her beverage choice causes her to tighten her grip on the pencil, half moons scored into the surface from her nails.

Despite the goading she rises and hugs her brother; nearly as tall as the herald her embrace is considered but not without some lingering affection. 'Always trying to paint me as the villain?' she whispers not unkindly.

"Herd? Dude, I run the herd!" Tangris smiles at the woman. "Eat me alive, eh? I've definitely got something she can put in her... OW!" Tangris glares at Sal. "What?! What?!"

Turning to face Tangris, (and not incidentally putting his back to the lawyer and client) Danny elbows Tangris in his OTHER ribs, and when the burly man turns to him, Danny swiftly but plainly bares his canines in an exaggerated 'Dracula face'. Then rolls his eyes towards the lawyer with a knowing smirk.

Danny turns back to face the room, "Down boy, she 'herd' you." He smirks at Tangris.

"Sadly, I'll pass. I'm a busy boy, and there's only so much of me to go around." he grins.

He puts on his best somber face as the brother and sister cautiously separate.

"Indeed. Very serious offenses indeed. Pretty cut and dried as far as I can tell. So, if your client wisely wishes to confess in the hope of getting a deal, we are ready to listen. It's not necessary of course, but it would make all of the following paperwork and procedures go so much smoother." Danny says somberly.

Kenneth holds the hug and whispers, "Nae, merely praying that ye havenae become one."

Sal listens to the banter, smirking, until the word 'fix' wipes the expression from her face. The rest of Kenneth's greeting to his sister hits her like a sledge in the gut and she crosses herself quickly, completing the motion with a fluid punch to Tangris' arm.

"She's... you're one of theirs? Willingly?" Sal blurts involuntarily.

As if you can't understand why somebody would be willing, her treacherous conscience whispered.

"Seriously? She's a leech? Damn. It's always the hot ones.. Except you, Sal. Of course you did threaten to shoot off my you-know-what that one time... It IS always the hot ones!"

She sits back down with a wink to Tangris, especially at the incoming punishment. She shakes her head towards Danny. "Yes, very serious crimes indeed."

Then tapping her finger marking off the crimes:
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"Hey Marty, you forgot the goat! You know, the goat that kicked your arse! Yeppers, poor Marty here got his butt handed to him by a GOAT. Whatsamatter, Marty, did I get your GOAT? Baaa! Look it's behind you, Marty! The goat's come back to getcha!"

Kenneth directs a trickle of the Fire of the Hearth into his sister ...or the beast wearing me sister as a flesh-mask..., trying to hide the magic within the warmth of the hug, before releasing the embrace.

Lore: 5 + 4d3 - 8 ⇒ 5 + (1, 1, 2, 1) - 8 = 2 I assume that Lore roll is an attempt to figure out a way to do this subtly...
Discipline: 4 + 4d3 - 8 ⇒ 4 + (3, 1, 2, 2) - 8 = 4 And this would be trying to direct the power. If healing counts as defense, then Kenneth gets a +1 from the cross, but I didn't include it.

Kenneth steps back, shaking his head at his sister's proposterous tale, and laughs, "Aye, a lovely tale. It seems the bardic gift dae run in the family... Sadly, though, one ay the other miscreants told us of the plan tae rescue yer bawbag client. Perhaps ye need tae make a revision or two?"

Tangris could I have a Presence or Deceit/Intimidation roll, please.

Marty's face flushes and his hands ball up into heavy fists.

Presence: 4d3 - 8 + 3 ⇒ (1, 2, 1, 2) - 8 + 3 = 1

"Whatsamatter, Marty? Did I get your GOAT? Baaa, Marty! BAAA!"

"You little pipsqueak! I didn't get hurt by nowt, come on if you think your hard enough." rather than cowing the man, it infuriates him. He pushes forward upon injured arms, you can imagine the steam spraying from his nose (it isn't - just a bull-metaphor) Looking daggers at Tangris, Marty's whole body thrums with violence - it's easy to imagine the man kicking 7 bells out of a man in a grimy back alley.

"And you,' he looks straight at Kenneth eyes blazing; 'my boys wouldn't betray me! Who talked!" he virtually screams. Molly puts a hand around the nape of his neck and forces the thick man back into a seated position with a feat of incredible strength.

Forcing Marty down so his cheek is upon the table, Molly adds; "My client has nothing to add but his innocence."

"Innocent my arse! Looks like I got Marty's goat and he confessed in front of witnesses, Lawyer Barbie! Baaah, Marty, BAAAAH!" Tangris doesn't look the least bit rattled by the man's outburst.

Molly releases Marty, who now looks at everyone in the room darkly and with malice.

The lawyer smiles to Tangris with a raised eyebrow; "Barbie?! Well, I'm sure my client was just under the effects of any drugs, from his injuries and didn't mean anything." her voice calm & level.

"Yeah, Lawyer Barbie, I bet the judge and jury are totally gonna buy that when they see his arse-ugly face. Maybe if you brought him with a bag over his head, bound and gagged, you might convince them he's not a cowardly crook who got his arse handed to him by a GOAT!"

Kenneth laughs at his sister, "Again, a good tale, but sadly ruined by the facts and testimony...." Kenneth pauses then jerks his head at Marty, "... especially his."

Kenneth raises a hand with a flourish and smiles, locking eyes with his sister, "However, e'en takin' yer wee tale as truth... unless I'm mistaken, ye've admitted that yer client's guilty ay using illegal drugs and ay assault wi' a firearm... och, sorry, negligence wi' a firearm.... so how, exactly, hae ye helped him?"

Kenneth leans forward and stage-whispers, "Were I in yer place, Marty, I'd be lookin' for a barrister what had my best interests at heart, rather than a body that micht fling me under a lorry tae protect the higher ups...."

Kenneth winks at his sister before adding, "But that's me."

dice=Lore]5+4d3-8[/dice] Any idea about what the "more" that human might be?

Danny has plenty of chatter in his brainbox, but he's only just beginning to get the whole picture here, and he doesn't want to screw anything up.

Besides, the Bonnie and Clyde team of Ken and Tangris seem to be doing a smash-up job so far. Why fix it if it ain't broken? Danny sets his mouth in idle, keeps his brain running, and lets the bard do his thing,...

Although he really can't help himself,...

"Be nice Tangris. Your such a BAAAAAAD boy." He smirks.

Lore: 5 + 4d3 - 8 ⇒ 5 + (2, 2, 1, 3) - 8 = 5 That's what I get for moving the roll from the front to the end..

Fury at Tangris taunts makes the big man's blood boil, obviously not used to being beaten. "I'll cream it. Make kebabs outta that goat." Big Marty snarls; "What you laughing at smiler." he says to Tangris and Danny.

Molly responds; "Martin knows I have his best interest at heart. Whilst I have admitted nothing, little brother. You should always listen to me." she adds in a know-it-all tone. "Anyway, my client was being kidnapped by thugs and attacked by a goat - innocent of all charges."

Marty in his fury is mulling on Kenneths words, slowly rubbing his cheek - where Molly pushed it against the cold table.

"Hear that, Farty Marty? Your pretty little lawyer even gets to beat you up AND she admits you got your arse handed to you by a goat! How does it feel to beaten by a farmyard animal? Maybe next time a chicken will clean your clock? Or a duckling or a cute widdle baby lamb? Man I bet your crook friends laugh at you behind your back, don't they Farty? Laugh laugh laugh."

"I don't think Marty has realized yet how much trouble he's in. He screwed up a job for them, and badly. What do you think is going to happen if your lawyer gets you off on the charges? Think you're going to live happily ever after, Marty? Think again. You're safer here in jail. Frankly, I'm surprised they didn't grab the evidence and simply shoot you. Guess they're waiting to take care of things slowly if you get out. It's more fun that way." Sal huddles against the doorframe with a shiver, head bowed to avoid looking at the lawyer, with only a quick, haunted glance at Marty.

Now I am making this a chase/skill check, for control of Marty. For those of you with poor social skills, remember you can always create a taggable Aspect upon him. Thus giving another person a +2.

Basically, you 4 make a social skill roll (DECEIT/INTIMIDATION or other revelant skill) for this round. Then Molly will make 2. You add your totals versus hers.... We do this until some-team get to 24!

Of course this is supplimentary to the RP.

"My boys wouldn't do that." he snarls lowly. Molly cuts in; "Is she your latest squeeze Kenneth? Always do like them like that." Laura arches an eyebrow.

"Your boys? I'm not talking about associates, Marty. I'm talking about the things that employ you. Do you know what they do to people? Well, 'cattle', as they call them." Sal ignores Molly completely, possibly not even realizing the laywer is referring to her in the jibe.

Use a fate point to tag Marty with VOICE OF THE SURVIVOR to add credibility to her statements and try to shake him. If I can use the tag now, please add it to the roll below.

Deception: 4d3 - 8 + 2 ⇒ (2, 3, 2, 2) - 8 + 2 = 3

Can I use Presence to goad the bugger into saying something he'll regret?

Presence: 4d3 - 8 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3, 2, 1) - 8 + 3 = 4

Marty looks a bit shocked at the mention of his employers, the looming threat of Tangris powerful form reminds him vaguely of the goat from earlier with it's persistence. "What's that?" obviously the hard-case is slightly spooked by his 'employers'.

Heroes: 9 (Danny & Kenneth pending)
Molly: 0 (2 Rolls Pending)

Oh, nice. Let me see here,...

Performance/Deceit: 4d3 - 8 + 5 ⇒ (1, 3, 2, 2) - 8 + 5 = 5

Plus the tag for +7 total? :D

"Oh Marty. Marty Marty Marty. What do you mean 'Which one squealed'? You mean "Did any NOT squeal'? They ALL turned you over Marty. They have no loyalty to you. They take your money and talk behind your back! The only nice thing they said was that you do pay on time. But that you were, how did they phrase it? Oh yes. I believe the term was 'Bat-$#!^ crazy'."

Danny gives a small smile, and it isn't pleasant. He's not laughing any more.

"They aren't 'your boys' Marty. They know who butters your bread, and they know when the easy gig is up. The last place those rats want to be is on a sinking ship. And your going DOWN Marty. You messed up big time. You got caught. And your 'bosses' have a sort of a 'zero-tolerence screw-up policy.' You didn't really think that was a rescue attempt, did you Marty? It was an execution squad. They were sent to try and clean up your mess. Starting with you."

Kenneth smiles at his sister and says, "Aye? Nae admissions? He was on drugs, but nae illegal ones, then Molly?" His eyes narrow and he says, "Is he a lickspittle too, then?"

He watches his sister's reaction and whispers in Scotsgaelic under his breath, "Ealaidh Ceòlraidh", filling himself with the Fire of Inspiration, and letting out to flow through his allies, granting them insight and a touch of the bardic gift.

Everyone gets a freely taggable DIVINELY INSPIRED aspect... and Kenneth gets a headache. But worth it. Taking the backlash as physical stress -- a spot of a migraine

Shooting daggers at Kenneth there's a hint of pity in her eyes; "Don't listen to him Martin, Kenny always had a filthy mouth. You just want to be put over me knee; don't you?" she leaves herself open to a quip from the others.

"I knew they did, bloody disloyal screw-ups." Marty rants, Danny's riling adding to Tangris'; "I ain't got no bosses, I answer to no man. But they've turned me lads against me...." he looks with full fury at Molly who places a placating hand upon his arm.

In her soft voice she retorts; "Shhhh, now's not the time. Later we'll have a conference?" to Marty.

"Detective Robson, should these....people even be here?" Molly questions finally.

The lawyer gets up, smooths down her skirt and moves over to Sal, whispering softly to her.

The manipulative lawyer takes an obvious deep breath to compose herself, before situating at the other side of the table.

Molly Deceit: 4d3 - 8 + 5 ⇒ (1, 1, 3, 3) - 8 + 5 = 5
Molly Deceit: 4d3 - 8 + 5 ⇒ (1, 3, 2, 2) - 8 + 5 = 5

"Kenneth, you don't have to be so argumentative. Lets have a cup of tea and discuss it." Molly adds, "You can even bring your lady-friend."

Thus we are upto:
Heroes = 14 (you each have a +2 'Divinely Inspired' modifier to your next roll)
Molly = 10+?

Next round should do it, the highest total at the end will win...

Oh I accept, I accept!

Tangris's mouth is still moving, but the only sound coming out is a steady stream of "Ubububub" as the lascivious lawyer does her best Jessica Rabbit impression.

Sal stares back at Molly, stone-faced. "I'm sure you're thinking of somebody else. We Yanks all look alike."

Sal won't accept and burns a fate point.

"Fair enough, though you and handsome man in the bright shirt are quite different." Molly concedes spinning a lock of hair around an elegant finger.

Heroes 14
Molly 12+?

You guys get to roll, for control of Marty!

Oh I accept. It's no thinner than anything I've done! :)

Accept, +1 FP for Danny

Danny opens his mouth, then snaps it shut. Dang legalese double-speak. He KNOWS shes turning the tables verbally on him, but he just can't, quite, see how until she's already done it. Ohh she's good. She's very good.

Danny just smirks to himself. Point and set, but the singer's agile mind is already trying to leap 2 steps ahead of the tricksy lawyer.

He is, admittedly, distracted by Tangris' cartoon big bad wolf impression drooling on Molly's shoes.

Accepted. Wow, Molly's just rolling in Fate Points here...

Kenneth shakes his head, "Nae, Molly, I cannae say I missed your petty cruelties after ye went off tae school... and as ye can see, I'm all grown up now."

He looks up at his sister and laughs bitterly, " But it's good tae know that my sister still gets off on spankings, ye ken."

Kenneth closes his eyes a moment and reaches for his goddess, Guide me words, Lady...

Using Guide my Hand: Faith Manages to use conviction for the social test, burning the fate point Molly just gave me to do it.

Kenneth's eyes flare slightly with an inner flame as he feels himself locking in on Marty's doubt and using his sister's arrogance as a weapon to hammer it...

Kenneth cocks his head towards Marty and says, "So, lad, I hope you're keen on being spanked... because if ye listen tae her advice, well, let's just say that I've had years of experience of Molly setting up someone else by offering tae help them, just ensuring that they take the blame and she gets what she wants -- though, now, I imagine it's what her bosses want... and that isnae your best interests, ye ken? The only question is whether she sets ye up tae be killed in prison, or if they spring you and ye vanish intae the night."

Conviction: 4 + 4d3 - 8 ⇒ 4 + (2, 3, 3, 3) - 8 = 7 +2 for tagging the DIVINELY INSPIRED is 9.

"Do I seem so strict to you brother?" Molly looks with large eyes; "You are always so care-free, meandering around the town with the ladies. Filled with music and fun, I could give you some structure." she offers to her sibling.

Marty takes aboard the words, the drugs appear to have kicked in as he starts muttering. "Getting me in the dark.... keeping me there... turning me men against me. I knew it. I bloody knew it." he mutters; "T' Lady were right, should have listened to her rather than blooming lawyers."

Molly looks to him; "Hey snap out of it..."

Heroes - 23
Molly - 16

Sal takes the tag that Kenneth set up: DIVINELY INSPIRED.

"Right you are, Marty. Nobody else is gonna look out for you. You need to take care of yourself. The law will cut you a deal if you have something important to trade. The folks who employed you? They'll cut your heart out, once they're done playing with you."

Deceit: 4d3 - 8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2, 3, 3, 1) - 8 + 2 + 2 = 5

Danny adds to Sal's last statement, twisting proverbial knife, as it were.

"If they don't eat it. With a nice Chianti. F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f." HE does his best Hannibal Lecter imitation.

"You know who, or WHAT, she works for, after all."

Performance: 4d3 - 8 + 5 ⇒ (1, 3, 3, 1) - 8 + 5 = 5

DId I already Tap the Divinely Inspired? If not, total is +7 :)

"I don't, that's the thing." Marty mumbles darkly in response to Danny.

"Don't listen to them, they want to lock you up. Just watch any 'deal' will involve prison or 'protective custody. I look out for you..." Molly pats him on the shoulder which he shrugs off ungraciously.

Molly Deceit: 4d3 - 8 + 5 ⇒ (2, 2, 1, 2) - 8 + 5 = 4

Heroes - 35 (Tangris left to roll)
Molly - 20 (Molly has 1 roll left)

Tangris is still staring at Molly and then suddenly grins. "Heck, Marty, she couldn't even save you from barnyard animals. At least we can guarantee that the goat won't come back to beat you up!"

Presence: 4d3 - 8 + 3 ⇒ (1, 2, 2, 2) - 8 + 3 = 2

Tangris might want to use his DIVINE tag..

At Tangris words a twinge of pain goes up Marty's injured limb. He makes a decision; "Yeah it's all your fault. I wouldn't be in this mess without you. You should of got us out of here, you're useless." he pushes Molly away from his injured shoulder. She stumbles slightly in her raised shoes.

Molly Deceit: 4d3 - 8 + 5 ⇒ (3, 1, 3, 3) - 8 + 5 = 7
Seeing she fighting a lost cause she adds on final barb; "Hey, it would be beset for you to rest up, peacefully." she pauses; "Wouldn't want you to be reinjured."

Turning away from the criminal as she reagins her balance, she nods to Kenneth; "You have my number call me, brother." Molly pats Kenneth on the shoulder as she starts to leave.

Heroes - 39
Molly - 27 :(

"You don't have to stay with them, Molly. You can leave.This is a civilized place. You can be protected. Just leave them. You can do it. You wouldn't be the first," Sal mumbles before Molly can exit, still not looking at the beautiful lawyer.