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Culper smiles as the First Seeker congratulates them. However, he trails Moxie as she walks away, muttering, "Hey, can you get this makeup off me? I look ridiculous."

Culper follows the assassin through the booth, stopping in the door of the booth and pointing at the assassin! "Get 'er! Stop that fiend!"

Activating 'Get'Em' for a +1 to hit until my next turn!

Culper stops, looking around and realizing what just happened. Swearing loudly, he runs back to the battle!

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 Culper turns and runs away!

Culper continues to extol the virtues of the assassin's fashion sense, general aura of appeal and any other mindless details that spring to mine. He gestures wildly and modulates his voice far more than any person should.

"Oh DARLING, I am not with him! DARLING, I represent the Essentia Corporation, STYLE ADVISORS to the STARS, DARLING! This kind fellow was simply DIRECTING me to you, DARLING! I am a TALENT SCOUT and I am tasked with finding the best, SIMPLY THE BEST DARLING, in STYLE TALENT! I want to MAKE YOU A STAR, DARLING!" Culper effuses loudly.

Culper follows the woman, still waving his hands in wide sweeping gestures and doing his best to be as obnoxious as possible. "DARLING! Your accent, DARLING, is SIMPLY CHARMING! Where ever are you FROM, DARLING? I MUST go there. Simply MUST. Perhaps build a summer home there!"

"Darling! You MUST tell me where you buy your CLOTHING! I mean, the light and the color and the STYLE of it ALL, darling! You SIMPLY OOZE FASHION! I AM UNDONE!" Culper grabs the assassin's sleeve and admires it loudly, never letting go of the fabric while he swoons.

"DARLING, of course I can't! But I SIMPLY MUST meet the person responsible for the art in there! Such light! Such SHADING! Much wow! I MUST meet this artiste! Are you HER? DID YOU CREATE THIS ART?" Culper lets out a high pitched squeal of delight. He grabs the woman's art and pumps it enthusiastically.

Culper looks at the kit, then shrugs. "Do your worst."

"Nice! You've got a way with this stuff!" Culper now looks slightly shiny, with slicked back hair, glitter makeup covering his face and hands and ruby red glasses on his face.

He opens the door and struts inside. "DARLINGS! Who here is in charge of the lighting and sound? I SIMPLY MUST meet them! Oh how the lights play with the concept of shadow and shade! Oh how they SPARKLE, DARLING! Who am I to simply WORSHIP for this?"

Culper nods and follows Moxie, slicking back his hair as he goes. When Moxie gives him That Look, he smiles, "What? All professional lighting techs look slicked back. Fact."

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 "Do you see her anywhere? I don't see her..." Culper mutters as he keeps his hand close to his slug-thrower.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

"I can't diffuse a bomb, but I can shoot an assassin. And boy, would I like to." He pauses, scratching his chin. "Waita...I recognize that girl! She was doing AV setup for the gala. I think I know where to start looking for her!"

"Let's break into pair and canvass the place. Maybe this shufter's not as good as his job as we think and we'll find a clue or a mistake or a dramatic moment?" Culper strikes a pose. "I'm made for dramatic moments. It's the type of hair gel I use."

"You got it workin' yet? Turn it off and on again. I hear that makes all them damn things work." Culper adds, obviously knowing nothing about computers!

"Casings for five industrial bombs and some cream for scales and oil for curly hair. Guess we're looking for a scaled guy with curly hair. Can anyone hack that computer and tell us what it knows? Anyone?" Culper fills in Radaszam with what he knows, which ain't much.

Reflex vs SUPERNOVA: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 "ACH! WHAT IS IT WITH EXPLODING WITH YOU PEOPLE?!?" Culper yelps in a very manly fashion. He checks his limbs, finds them intact and grumbles some more.

Reflex: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16 "I hate exploding snakes. I mean, I never heard of the darn things before today, but I nurture a pretty fine hatred when something tries to kill me."

He moves to help the others search the room.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Sorry, on vacation. Back now!

Culper takes another shot at the remaining snake. POW!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 for 1d6 ⇒ 1 damage! However, his shot goes wide... really really wide.

Reflex: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 Culper lets out a choked shout. "Stupid snake! Stop shocking me!" He takes a guarded step back and fires at Red! BAM!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18 for 1d6 ⇒ 1 damage!

"Bad snake thing! We need that evidence!" Culper realizes he's talking to pests and shrugs. Oh well.

Tactical Pistol vs Red KAC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 for 1d6 ⇒ 6 damage! EDIT: CRIT! extra damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Culper nods to Moxie and draws his laser and ballistic pistols, one in each hand. "Lay on, MacMoon." He mutters.

Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

I will be traveling March 12-15. I do not know what my availability will be during that time. If you need to NPC me, please feel free!

"Nice place, real homey. Feels like a serial killer's sort of neighborhood." Culper grumbles, one hand on his pistol.

Culper smiles at Moxie's 'subtle' attempts to solicit advice. "Discretion is the mark of a good assassin. If anyone else knows about the job, that's too many. I agree, this might be a feint, but if it's not and it's just an amateur, well, a bullet kills when shot by a pro or a zero, dig?"

"Fascinating!" Culper gasps as soon as the link is broken. "That is truly a sensation I've never experienced before. Thank you!" Culper takes a moment to regroup his thoughts. He tries again with the Culture aspect, curious how Ykris' species has organized their society. Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Culper decides to speak to the symbiote; it's far too interesting to pass up.

Round 5 - Culper strikes up a conversation about culture with Ykris. Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Round 6 - "Ykris, do you ever take other hosts? I'd be... well, I'm curious how it would feel. Would you mind?" Culper offers to act as host (assuming no one else has beaten me to it?)

Spotting Moxie chatting with the android, Culper leaves them to it, and heads toward the symbiote, Ykris. He feels him out in conversation.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (16) + 5 + (3) = 24

Culper smiles and nods to Royo as he moves away toward the Aspis rep, Iteration-177. Culper decides discretion is the better part of valor and studies the mark before approaching. Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (13) + 5 + (6) = 24

Culper slides away from Zo and finds his voice recovering. "I think I might be allergic to ZO!" He mutters. He seeks out Royo instead and tries to strike up a conversation about analog culture versus digital culture. (He has opinions.)

Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

"Is that Zo?!? I love his work!" Culper heads straight toward the undead talk show host and engages him in conversation, trying to pitch him an idea for a show based around a maverick Starfinder agent just trying to get the job done!

Bluff?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Indeed, Culper is too star-struck to really even speak, mostly just drooling and making woo noises at the host while others actually speak to him. It would be really embarrassing if Culper had any sense of shame.

Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Slotting the boon for Dataphiles and Starfinder Insignia! Sorry,
this lad is a GM baby and this is his first run.

Culper shrugs at the Moon-woman. "You'll have to find out like everybody else, I guess. I'm a man of mystery, you know."

Culper grins. "Bragging is what I do best! So, are we allowed to play up the dangerous explorer image and bring our weapons? I feel positively naked without a blaster. "

"Aye aye, sir!"

Need to update Culper to level 2. Will do so shortly!