Deirdre LeBlanc "D-Frag"'s page

Deirdre perks up at the mention of her jump; dropping the scowl (somewhat reluctantly given how he mangled her handle) and leaps into the conversation despite herself.

"S' D-FRAG mate; an aye tha' were me in tha Blue Lotus Single. Ramping tha' overturned truck and then skidding oonder a semi was tha' 'ighlight o tha' race. 'Ad a blast in that 'un I did. Ya follow UCB then do yeh Leo? Wot's yer favorite team then aboot Tokyo?"

Deirdre gives him the eyeball as she waits for his answer. She warms to those with an appreciation for biking or an eye for bikes; but has little patience for empty flattery.

Deirdre props her elbows (one metal and one flesh) on the table and extrudes the razors from the metallic fingers of her cyberarm...casually inspecting the way they glint through narrowed eyes.

"M'sunderstandin'? Dinnae know Neko seems pretty clear 'ta meh...e' were tryin ta steal from yeh. I ain't got ta go fishin' in forever; give em to me and I'll use 'im her bait. You know wha' "fishin'" is don'tcha mate? Hogtie ya to tha back of mah cycle; an drag yeh screamin' through the lowest parts 'o the city trawlin fer ghoulies ta feed. Oh it's awesome good fun it is"

She grins wickedly and retracts her claws; then glares at the punk before crossing her arms over her chest and slouching back in her chair to see what Neko has to say. Trying not to laugh she bites her lower lip and scowls extra hard so a chuckle doesn't get out.

Intimidate Roll (see if I can soften him up a little more for Neko's little game)

Cha(3) + Intimidate(1; Mental+2):6d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 2, 4, 3, 2) = 22 =>2 successes

Deirdre snickers

"'At oughta be good - I luv a good show. Don' start tha fun wi'out me...gonna pop outside an check on tha bikes."

Deirdre drops her empty mug off at the bar and nonchalantly walks outside to check on everyone's rides...just in case this "scamp" has friends that are up to shenanigans outside. If everything is okay she hurries back inside to order some onion rings and another round of drinks before the show starts.

Perception Roll:
Int+Per(Visual)
6d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 4, 1, 4, 6) = 24 => 2 successes

Woo Hoo! =D

"O' course even if ther is traffic...we can go down a levl' er two..or even up un if we need to. That can be get violent but doesn't 'ave to be a bad thing as long as we're bettr at violent than they are."

Deirdre grins hugely with a spirited glint in her eyes.

I think I am good for the moment; should we move to the bridge scene?

Yes; gel rounds convert lethal damage to stun damage. So the penalty is that you could very well be knocked unconscious and suffer a high speed crash if you take too many hits. Even before being knocked out you will start to suffer dice pool penalties from increasing levels of stun damage

Deirdre slides her mug out of the way, leans over the table and checks out the map that Neko has pulled up. After a moment she chews her lip; thinking...and then sweeps her blonde hair away from one ear and reveals a datajack behind it. She unjacks an expensive looking 'soft chip and tosses it to Neko.

"'Ere; u cannae see what's in mah 'ead...but if you slot this inta yer commlink it might be a help chartin' the race. O' course I won' it back after yer done wi' it."

Deirdre; not having any Navigation skill herself (she prefers to let the mapsoft do the heavy lifting) will let Neko borrow her mapsoft for this scene.

Deirdre frowns thoughtfully as she orders another synth-beer

@Neko: "Nar 'o course yer righ'..we canna get the ribbons out 'o order. But mebbe we could stay as one group but split up tha' tasks. 'Ave two runnin' D/O and two to scamper after ribbons and such-like"

Deirdre puzzles over the conundrum of ribbons and how best to obtain them as she nurses her drink for a bit. After a bit she socks back the rest and plunks her glass down on the table.

"Anyun' that's after one 'o them ribbons 'd need somone to watch ther' back...there's four 'o us. Wha' eef we divide inta two groups and then each group goes aftah a couple 'o the ribbons an we meet up before crossing the finish line?"

"Thanks Kid; y'r a gentl'mun an' a scholar!"

Luxuriating in the afterglow of a good run; Deirdre bounds through the door with a cheerful wink for Kid and stops inside to wait for the others...hands on hips as she checks the place out.

Love a good race; and they're good..oh yes they're all good. I can hardly wait to actually get out on a course and do some serious damage.

I think it is really cool how you guys have named your bikes; I'm going to have to come up with a name for Deirdre's as well. What a great idea; I can't believe that didn't occur to me - it's totally something that bike enthusiasts would do!

Crud I forgot to add the handling rating on my bike to that race roll; ha ha ha - glad I scanned over this.

@Ryuko: that looks interesting but this is probably the only PBP I've got time for; and I already spend too much of my work day trolling this one. If I join that one I won't get any work done at all! ;D

Deirde laughs and guns her engine in response; enjoying the pure thrill of the ride and the friendly competition. Not one to be outdone she pulls up her AR display and with a feral grin turns on her wired reflexes as drops into high gear on her bike. AR paints a neon display that she follows with an effortless grace; squeezing every last drop of performance out of her ride with almost instinctual ease.

Pilot Ground Craft: 15d6 ⇒ (3, 5, 6, 3, 3, 5, 2, 1, 4, 4, 6, 2, 6, 6, 6) = 62 >> 7 hits

That includes +2 from specialization; +1 handling from Gearhead this scene; +1 from Enhanced Articulation; +1 for using AR and her increase to Reaction from Wired Reflexes. If enhanced articulation doesn't work on drive rolls it is only 6 hits.

Deirdre forgets her momentary flare of temper as soon as Neko comments on her bike; then she is only too happy to preen over her baby like a proud mother and gossip about bike building and bike parts.

"Yeh it is; r' use t'be afore Kid got done wif it. Shood'a seen it; 'e 'ad it all over 'is floor. We bored out tha fuel cylunders, swapped in some parts and made a lotta lattle changes. Was a good time it was"

She catches the chip that Kid tosses and slots it in her datajack; loading it up.

"'Ave we got nav? Who're ye talkin' to ha ha ha? Got the best nav I could afford; time is money when yer a courier on tha side. Don't hurt when yer lookin' for shortcuts in a UCB match neither."

She presses her palm to the biometric reader on her bike and says "Burn baby burn"; to which the bike replies by starting up with a deep purr. Tucking her hair carelessly into her helmet she opens a voice channel on her commlink.

"Ready"

Face flushed with anger Deirdre facepalms with a grimace and struggles to bring her temper back in check.

"Look...'jus; 'jus ferget it but dinnae treat meh like a bleach blonde doxy agin' yoo got it? M'no one's doxy; and Ah've broken limbs fer less but you and me we're mates now - we're on tha same team. Gonna ferget 'ya pushed one 'o mah buttons and 'just let it go. Les get movin'."

She turns around and gets back to shoving her out of the crowd; which seems all too happy to give her some space now.

Ooops! As Neko noted in the Discussion thread those 5s are successes - that's my mistake! I'll dial her down on my next post; or if someone says something first she'll bite her tongue.

Arg sorry! I've read the book plenty but this is the first SR4 game (or SR game of any kind really) that I've been able to play for years. Very very rusty still. XD

At least that does make it easier; either someone will say something to calm her down or my next post I'll just have her come down non-violently on her own since she actually succeeded her willpower roll.

This is why I should finish my first cup of coffee before writing these in the morning heh heh heh...

LOL; Willpower Roll: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 5) = 10 = 0 successes.

Deirdre spins around from blazing a trail through the teeming throng of dancing club-goers; teeth grinding and eyes blazing and both fists clenched with rage. Her jacket slides down a few notches to rest just below her shoulders...faint luminescence from the glowing tattoos of thorned ivy on her left shoulder paint her face in greenish light.

"Wha'....did...yoo......jus'....say?" A flush begins to creep into her face highlighting the light spattering of freckles around her cheeks.

Subconscious Intimidation Roll (Directed into the crowd):
Cha + Intimid(Mental) - 6d6 ⇒ (6, 6, 6, 6, 1, 6) = 31 = 5 successes

People in the area around Deirdre who had already started to back away when she started jostling the crowd now actively press back from this short but psychotic looking firebrand with the chrome arm. A ripple of anxious muttering which is only audible to those not tuned in to the music of the club makes it's way through the mass of humanity and meta-humanity.

D does love a good bar brawl; but if someone can say something to stop her it might be more productive in the long run to just get on to Kid's hangout spot so we can chew the fat over that data chip Mr. Johnson gave us XD

Somehow the description of Deirdre's tattoos got lost when I posted her description into the character profile...I distinctly remember that being present when I dropped her description into the recruitment thread. In any case I've corrected her description with a "Distinguishing Marks" section under Description.

Deirdre squinted at Neko and scratched her chin thoughtfully for a second; feeling sure on closer inspection that she had seen him somewhere before...but where?

Composure Roll (1):5d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 1, 2, 6) = 20 >> 2 successes

That's where I know him from; saw him on a trid highlight last month when I was grabbing a knosh down at that sake bar. He plowed through a debris barricade and took out too chumps on over-the-counter rice burners. So he's the real deal then...that's good. Now if I knew a little something about this "Slide" character that would be even better.

"Ah joost about anywhere'd be bettah than 'ere. Kid if ya gotta joint in mind then let's roll I need a real drink and some music that en't sa frooty. Don' get meh wrong it's catchy an all for a bit but it's just not mah scene. Prefer a lattle grunge er goblin rock meself; or some period piece classeck rock."

Shooting a curious glance over her shoulder at Slide before directing her attention forward Deirdre begins busily muscling, elbowing and plowing her way back out through the crowd with a certain amount of belligerent relish.

Common Chat Standards:

I was thinking about this while reading through the postings - it might enhance readability if we all adopt the some style "rules" for our posts. After a quick scan I find that Neko/Ryuko's style seems to be the clearest and most readable. What would everyone think about keeping to the following guidelines when posting:

[1]Scene blocking (describing what your character is doing) in standard, un-modified text.
[2]Thought bubbles (what your character is thinking) in italicized text
[3]Speech bold and in double quotation marks "Like this"
[4]OOC is well...OOC

It might make reading posts easier and faster because we'll always know what is what.

Ooops; ha ha ha - yeah it has implanted razors; I factored that in as part of the cost of the arm but must not have actually listed them. Good looking out Neko I'll make those changes now. =)

*D-Frag cackles gleefully and gives Neko a playful sock on the arm (not with her cybernetic arm) before bouncing excitedly*

"Now we're talkin'; just need a little wagon on the side t'make sure nuffin regrettable 'appens. You wil'nay be disappointed Mr. Johnson - you take care of us 'an we'll take care of you. Take care of you; and take care of the competition. 'Oy look at us Kid we're propah UCB leagers now whaddaya think 'o that? Now hoo wants ta find a joint with some bettah music and grab a few? First rounds' on D-Frag"

*She jauntily swipes a few cards and tucks them in her jacket pocket on the way past Mr.Johnson*

Yeah you're right; it's Int+Log (1) - I didn't think of that at the time. Perhaps those drinks are stronger than they look ha ha ha. She'll make the connection by and by though the next good chance I get to slip in a roll. Incidentally she has that very same Quality so Neko may have the chance to recognize her as well although she has as much (or more) rep for being a over the top bike courier and sometime tough for hire as she does cred in the formative UCB league. She hasn't likely made any UCB headlines but may be known by other UCB members as a fairly solid biker with a penchant for thrill seeking and high risk stunts.

*Tosses back the rest of her drink and sets the glass down on the closest table. While the others start to question Mr. Johnson she puts her hands on her hips and directs an appraising gaze at these prospective team mates. She knows Kid has the chops, the spirit and as a plus the mechanical experience. Is he hard enough though? Frowning she turns her gaze to the ork. Neko was it? He looks tough; a little on the scrawny side for an ork but that just means has to be twice as tough as everyone else. How does he handle a bike though? And then a wiry looking human called Slide...not heard of him so that's a mystery then. With a shrug she drops her 1,000 yard stare; unknown odds are the best kind and if I can't count on my mechanic and 2 strangers to watch my bike in race who can I count on...chuckling inwardly at her little joke she steps up and joins the fracas around Mr. Johnson*

A'right Mr.Johnson; them sounds loik pre'y good terms ta me wif un lattle detail missin'...you throw in sum kinda med coverage and yeh got yairsalf a deal. We're nar gonna get tore up winnin' 1st place in this thing so's we can spen' that loverly payout of yers on 'ospital bills eh? *grinning she stretches tawnily and then folds her arms over chest*

*grins and nods at Kid; raising her glass of fluorescent green booze*

*Casually switches her drink to her other hand; so that her cyberarm is free; and then takes another sip while eyeing the bodyguards with a smirk*

"Yeh; I'm wif 'im on this un...you're got us all 'ere now wha' is it? I don't think you invited us 'ere to sip cocktayls an dance wif yer 'ired maries *grinning at the bodyguards* so spill it Mr.Johnson"

Are we *walking* on the two-way matrix enhanced mirror? If so how sturdy does it feel?

*Deirdre roars up on her blindingly white bike, nickle and gold plating sparkling in the half-light of the streets. Purple ground effects seethe hypnotically under the chassis and a rampant unicorn lunging forward horn first is emblazoned as a black silhouette on either side of the front. A skull with a pink bow on it's head is slapped haphazardly on the rear. Pulling her helmet off; silken tresses spill down over her shoulders as she hangs her helmet on one of the handle bars. Ignoring the admiring looks and occasional cat calls with a sour grimace and a flex of her well polished cybernetic arm she barges into the club shouldering past several club go-ers that try to hit on her*

"Pis off; yeh lug I en't 'ere to give you somefin to look at. So WHAT ARE YOU lookin' at I said SOD OFF you !#&%^$".

*She tunes into the music and relaxes a little bit; stopping to order a neon green drink and dance a little before bellying up to the bar for another "refreshment" and a little chit chat with the bartender*

"Ere now; I wanna see the mos' twisted rum in the place"

*socking back another swig of drink she grins at her reflection in the ceiling mirror as she wonders what might happen next*

Starting Nuyen Roll: 3d6 + 0 ⇒ (6, 4, 4) + 0 = 14 x 50

*Yawning blearily Deirde stretches and rolls out of bed. Still wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts her cornsilk hair spills over her shoulders (one fleshly and one shining, well polished chrome). For the time being ignoring the flashing message light in the corner of her vision she instead takes a relatively hot shower and eats some 'waved synth bacon for breakfast*

" 'Oy; a'right then lesse wha' this is all about then. "

*The message opens before her eyes and she quickly takes it in with a grin*

"Twisted Nights eh? Ha ha ha; a'right then Mr.Johnson I'll play yer lattle game then. And what the 'ell is a compatreoot. Are he talkin' about mah friends? Pfft; that wankah's a schoolboi or a corp slag for sure. *snickers*"

*Now starting to hurry a bit Deirdre hop-dances about into her favorite pair of hip hugging jeans (a bit torn and faded but not unfashionably so) before pulling on a pair of no nonsense leather biking boots. Rummaging her small closet she tosses various articles of clothing hither and yon before hastily pulling on a tired old t-shirt that strains to contain her un-elf-like proportions. Lastly she shrugs on her armored racing jacket; a black leather affair with a logo on the back of a skull and two crossed checkered flags.*

"Best shoo' a lattle message ovah ta Kid an see if 'e got somefin aboot this. They'll 'ave rang him up too f'sure. Looks like it's goin' ta be an interestin' day."

*Already composing a message she checks the ammo in her Fichetti and buckles on her wide leather belt (the one she keeps her Cougar Fineblade on) before blowing out of her run down apartment with her helmet in one hand and an energy drink in the other*

dogoferis here reporting in with Deirde's board alias. Here is a link to her profile:

Deirdre LeBlanc