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![]() Fabian suddenly has Chichi thrust into his arms, and for a moment he just blinks in shock. Muttering to himself, the deputy knows he'll be of little real help this way and so he turns to Ernest and hands the priviledged canine over to him instead. "Hold on to the dog." He pauses, then adds "Thanks. Civic duty and all that...", before hurring back over to the rail. ![]()
![]() Absolutely sharin' info with Rosa and her crew. Arriving on scene, Fabian hustles past the others and over to the rail (near the sheriff is) and looks down, surveying the situation. "Well, damn." Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16 The deputy makes a face, squinting at the scene before shrugging and exhaling loudly. Fabian turns to Sheriff Goodpaster "I might be able to climb down there, but..." That's when he sees what Rex is up to and calls over to the dark haired youth: "Hey, do you really know how to do all that stuff you just said with that rope? I might be able to toss it down and whatnot, but I ain't so good with knots. Least, I never really learned how to tie them..." ![]()
![]() Quote: "Hart, this has just become a rescue operation. We have a single vehicle accident, van gone over the edge. Be half an hour before Humbolt EMS can get here. If one of those traveling doctors is handy, bring 'em along." The deputy's radio calls out and and Fabian grits his teeth, "Well, shit." then clicks the mic and calls back, "On it, Chief." Heh. He hates it when I call him Chief. U Turn: 1d20 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 3 = 10
Fabian's car screeches and he turns far too wide for his own comfort, ending up on the side of the road for a moment. Still, he's thankfull that he's the only one currently there to see it. Moments later, he wheels into the diner parking lot and is out of the car as soon as it comes to a halt. Jogging inside, he almost collides with Rosa, and brings himself up short. "Doc? You guys! We got a situation just down the road past the ridge! Sheriff says we could really use your help." Fabian awaits their response, holding the diner door open, as if to show his urgency. ![]()
![]() "Mmmm hmmm. My breakfast is just smelling awesome back there, Jack." Grinning, Fabian calls back to the short-order cook, who may or may not actually be named Jack, and so the young deputy tries to make 'Jack' sound as much like saying, 'Buddy' or 'Brother' as he can. Might be Clem. Hmmm. Might not. The only thing that Mrs. Hart's baby boy does know for sure, is that his stomach is grumbling, and so Fabian perches on one of the counter stools, leaning an elbow on the countertop. Glancing around the diner, Deputy Hart takes in the clientele, a few regulars, a couple obvious travelers, and of course, the usual waitress with far too many plates and cups on a tray as she heads back into the kitchen. Fabian considers offering her a hand when out of the corner of his eye he spots Rosa a few seats away, and he grins. They'd come across each other a few times since he'd been promoted to Deputy last year, and seemed to be 'one of the good ones'. Not like that EMT I ran into who said he was from Vegas. Thought he was all high and mighty...lazy as hell, though. "Good morning, ma'am. Nice day if it don't rain, eh?" Fabian offers, smiling in his real smile rather than his traffic-stop-greeting-smile. "And how are you..." The cropped haired officer trails off as his radio squawks on his shoulder, and the sheriff calls in his location. A look of mixed frustration and self-pity crosses Fabian's face as his eyes dart back behind the counter where the grill cook has yet to complete his order. "Well, damn. Jack? I gotta run, I'll be back for that as soon as I'm able..." To Rosa, Fabian shrugs and says, "Pardon, Doc, I gotta run. Nice seein' ya again.", and he's hustling off to the door. "Roger, Sheriff. I'm up at the diner. I'm heading for my car now." Hart calls into his radio's mic as he literally jogs out to his car. The officer ducks inside, starts the engine, and is peeling out on the gravel and concrete within moments. He's twenty yards down the road before he remembers to flick on the flashing lights. ![]()
![]() 1. Introduce yourself. Games you love, movies you love, Experience gaming. Whatever you want us to know.
2. Something you want to see in this game (or like in games in general).
3. A moment you love from an action movie or show.
4. Anything you don't want to see in this game.
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![]() GM SuperTumbler wrote:
IF? That's funny. In any event, thanks for thinking of that aspect.![]()
![]() Fabian J. Hart: Name: Fabian J. Hart Proficiency: +2, Defense: +2 STR 13 (+1) DEX 14 (+2) CON 15 (+2) INT 11 (+0) WIS 12 (+1) CHR 10 (+0) Tough:
Defense: (14) Thick Skinned (10 + Con or Dex + Defense Bonus) Saves: Strength and Constitution Skills: Athletics, Survival Equipment: Basic, Advanced, Military Talents:
Second Wind: As a bonus action, you can regain 1d10 + level in HP. You cannot do this again until you have a short or long rest. Profession: Law Enforcement (Sheriff's Deputy)
Skill Proficiencies: Investigation, Perception, and Vehicles Equipment: Basic and Advanced Iconic Equipment: Deputy uniform, 9mm semi-auto pistol, taser, badge, handcuffs, police radio, and use of an official vehicle. Wealth: Level 3 Special: Police powers, may make arrests, investigate suspected crimes, and call for backup.
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![]() GM SuperTumbler wrote:
Ok, police officer, Wise-Sleuth, an aspiring police detective it is! (And this is the avatar for him rather than MyImaginaryCrayon :D) |