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I check, and I would entertain it if we got someone interested in running this game.
Jeffrey simply grins, but inwardly hopes that, after this exchange, he never slips up and reveals his native Cockney, so deliberately concealed by years of practice.
Jeffrey finds the opening too tempting to resist. "I'm not sure I'd call what you Scots speak English," he says with a good-natured wink.
"They may be expecting us to return to the laboratory. Perhaps a visit to the laundry would be more of a surprise."
"That rat was somebody's pet? Shows you what sorts we're dealing with."
Jeffrey can be convinced to keep watch on this location overnight, even though he will complain about how he'd rather have his bed :)
"You want to rest... here? If we need to recover our strength, I daresay I'd rather do it in my own bed. I don't want one of those overgrown vermin sniffing around for its late-night pudding."
Jeffrey jumps back when he sees the servant's state. "What are we dealing with here?!" he asks incredulously.
As long as the servant is ready to talk, maybe we don't have to bluff-interrogate the dead ninja.
Sure. I can do the Bluff.
"Remind me never to cross you, Nimue," Jeffrey muses.
Didn't one of the ninjas fall to nonlethal damage? It should work on him. (And he may be worth interrogating.)
Jeffrey wakes up, healed by Rohara's magic. "I thought I was dead." He looks at his wounds and then turns to Rohara, "You are a fantastic lady to go sewer crawling with."
Jeffrey is unconscious but stable at -1 HP.
"I have acute vision in dim light. Practice, I suppose." Jeffrey removes the wire from the device, to prevent the group from tripping it on the way out.
"Indeed - it would seem this place is riddled with traps for the unwary." Jeffrey inspects the tripwire.
We lost our tank, which is rough. Jeffrey is also suited for melee, but isn't a particularly tough target. Oh the pleasures of being a rogue... On a separate note, does someone want to track group loot to be divided later? Perhaps Nimue could start with the money we found?
Jeffrey retrieves his thrown dagger and stows it back in his belt. "I've seen plenty of vermin in my day, but that one was nothing natural."
Jeffrey quickly pulls one of the daggers tucked into his garments and hurls it at the rat. "Vile vermin!"
"Good idea. I don't want any surprises left behind us."
Jeffrey chuckles. "Ahh, my misspent youth. I picked up a few tricks that continue to serve me well on this side of the law."
"Allow me," Jeffrey intercedes. He listens intently and inspects the door before fetching his tools to bypass the lock.
It takes Jeffrey a moment to recover his wits. "That's... ahem... a pretty effective little trick..."
Jeffrey has never seen anything like this, and isn't sure whether he should run away, talk to it, or make peace with God.
If it comes to a ruse at the laundry, Jeffrey is your guy. A London native with good Bluff should be able to pull it off most convincingly.
"Very well. The lab may also provide useful clues."
"I think not," Jeffrey says to Rohara. "I'd like to have a look at this warehouse the inspector spoke of."
Jeffrey dashes off after the fleeing midget.
Jeffrey swipes with his rapier at the small man who threw a dagger at him, while calling out to Alasdair, "Block their escape!" ,
Jeffrey draws his rapier and dashes into the corridor.
"So, the Doctor speculated it was some kind of rodent? Did he elaborate at all, or speculate from where such a creature might have come?"
"Did you find anything odd or unusual about the Doctor?"
Jeffrey tries to hide his impatience. "When and how did you first become acquainted with the Doctor?"
"Professor Littlefoot, I know it's been a trying experience. We need to hear your version of the events, though. I'm sure you've already explained it to someone, but for our benefit, could you start at the beginning?"
"Yes, uhh, duly noted. T-thank you dear sir." Sebastian tells the guard with a hurried smile. With his wrists crossed he clutches his bag to his chest as he enters the station house, visibly offset by the rakes and prostitutes and other natural inhabitants of the holding pen. He leans over Jeffrey's shoulder as the rogue passes by, "Regarding your previous statement, it may serve better to say 'It takes a criminal mind to understand a criminal.' I wouldn't want to be associated with the likes of this crowd, the university frowns heavily upon it." Jeffrey winks conspiratorially and says, "If you only rub elbows with half the population, you miss half the fun." When the sergeant addresses them, Jeffrey responds with a winning smile, "We need to speak with certain parties who have been detained. These papers should explain everything." He motions to have them shown to the sergeant.
"I believe I was remiss in my introduction. Jeffrey Gardiner is my name, although I have gone by several others. I don't know much about all this hocus-pocus, but I expect I'm here for my more mundane abilities. Sometimes it takes a criminal to catch one."
"Surely this isn't serious. I..." Jeffrey starts to chuckle, and then gets a look of shock and concern. "No. You are serious, aren't you?" He sinks into his chair. "This is a lot to take in."
I'll admit - I don't really know the show. I just thought a Victorian milieu sounded fun. I think that might turn out to be an asset; since my PC doesn't know anything about Torchwood and is mostly ignorant about the paranormal, I should be able to portray that perfectly :) I'm excited about this PbP. It's nice to see something a little unusual.
A young man in a slightly worn suit gives a smooth grin. "If it's discretion you're looking for, it's always been my business to keep secrets. But what kind of abnormal are you talking about?"
I have updated my character's background to give more of a current personality sketch, and swapped out some of his non-campaign traits. background: Jeffrey Gardiner is the son of a con artist. Growing up on the crowded streets of London, his father was well acquainted with the underground, and often employed his son as a decoy, cutpurse, or, eventually, burglar in his schemes. He never knew his mother, and had only the example of his criminally-inclined father in his childhood.
His father ran afoul of a local band of thieves when he attempted to run his cons on their turf, and was slain in cold blood in a dark alley. Young Jeffrey witnessed the slaying, hidden in the shadows. He learned firsthand that there is no honor among thieves, and turned his talents to the side of the law, hoping one day to see his father's killers punished. Jeffrey is generally good-humored, and appreciates the finer things in life. His training in con artistry has helped him be able to blend in with many facets of society. Equally at home among the wealthy elite or among the thieves and prostitutes of Whitechapel, he is a social chameleon whose aloof manner often causes people to underestimate him - which suits him just fine.
Jeffrey Gardiner is the son of a con artist. His father was well acquainted with the underground, and often employed his son as a decoy, cutpurse, or, eventually, burglar in his schemes. He never knew his mother, and had only the example of his criminally-inclined father in his childhood. His father ran afoul of a local band of thieves when he attempted to run his cons on their turf, and was slain in cold blood in a dark alley. Young Jeffrey witnessed the slaying, hidden in the shadows. He learned firsthand that there is no honor among thieves, and turned his talents to the side of the law, hoping one day to see his father's killers punished. ----------------------------- Jeffrey Gardiner
Initiative: +4
Languages: English, Welsh, French
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Favored Class: Rogue
Acrobatics +8 [1 rank]
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