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@cwethan - I played Kestral in a game (it died :( ) using BASH, she was fun.What?! Is Kestral/Kestrel from something?! I was just hitting blend on a few archetypes and seeing what came out lol Nope, I just built basically a Kate Bishop crossed with Bullseye and named her Kestrel. :) I just thought it was hilarious that we both built substantially the same character with the same name for two different games. :P
@cwethan - I played Kestral in a game (it died :( ) using BASH, she was fun.
Bye everyone
I'm just mainly buried in work. Katie did everything she wanted to do, and was waiting for others to finish theirs to regroup.
Sorry, didn't realize I needed to be pedantic. once the testing lab is set up use it. ALthough since I do have to be pedantic, we'll set it up in an abandoned building instead of her hideout, since we found out some meta is boosting it. Just in case..
Katie would not want to meet up until she's tested what burning the drugs does to the rats.
LOL, no worries. I'm beat. 9 hours flight last Sunday
If Trevor's going with Katie to knock heads, he'll find she's completely different once she changes her outfit and wig colors. No jokes, no playfulness at all, even her speech patterns are different. Very much no nonsense, think Punisher intensity rather than Deadpool (like she was before).
Katie's plan (Assuming we now all know about the Lawyer) Get lab rats and testing cages (college students order these routinely for classes)
I'm not sure what to do at this point, I thought we had at least a temporary start up plan, but we're still planning it seems. Katie isn't sure what to say now...
"I suggested that, but the lab rats were shot down. How are you going to know if it's safe to burn it if you don't have something around to breath the fumes? We don't want to make half the city high burning it."
Oh, ok. :)
Not sure if that's a joke or not. :) On the off chance it's not... Mole means spy...
Yep, I know. It was more about the 'and keep the non-dirty ones from saying anything to the moles' I was worried about.
Sure, if you can figure out which cops are dirty and which ones aren't, and keep the non-dirty ones from saying anything to the moles in the department. The concrete and burning thing is more of a stopgap measure until we can figure out who we can trust and who we can't. We lost our forensics insider unfortunately, so we have no line into the cops anymore.
I believe this is what we're going to do (everyone else please correct) Katie is going to try to get the following : Portable mixer
The last two are harder than the first three. Levi is going to get the sample of drugs she has... Trevor is going to look into finding out what local construction firms are working with the mafia/drug dealers/etc... As well as work with Levi to find more drug stashes... Gothic is going to research her friend, gangers to see if she can read where to find more drugs, etc. Also look angsty a lot.
"So, white lab rats, you can get those pretty easy in the city. An air-tight container with enough air in it that burning a small amount of the drug won't use up all the oxygen. Rats in cage, cage in container, drugs in container, Ghosty lights the burner from the outside, watch the rat to see if it is affected, and Gothy checks the rats mind to see if it's being altered by the burning drugs."
"Watch for someone selling drugs, drag them into alley in the dark, scare them into telling you..." Katie says, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
"I can look for a portable concrete mixer to buy or steal from any of the associated businesses, if anyone knows exactly which local constructions companies are working with the drug cartels. Same for a portable generator to run it, and some concrete and sand." She grins. "I already know some places to pour concrete..."
Katie listens to the deafening silence. "It appears not..."
"Concrete." Katie says, then looks at everyone as they probably look at her strangely. "Dump it in with water and concrete powder, mix well, and pour it into holes in the ground. Plenty of abandoned buildings around to dump it in. And there won't be anyone sniffing it up their nose or gobbling it down their gullet if it's mixed with concrete and dried."
Katie frowns. "Oh, joy. As if things weren't complicated enough. Generally I just deal with drug dealers and bottom feeders who hurt other people. You know, rapists, molesters, and their ilk." She begins juggling darts, keeping the points flashing in the air while deftly flipping them via the 'feather' end. "They're pretty easy, they're not used to being the weak ones. I always knew they were cowards, fleeing from someone more powerful while lording it over those who are weaker." She shrugs. "Guess it's my turn now, coward or not?" She shrugs and snatches the darts out of the air in one swift motion, ending with them held between the fingers of her fist, points out, as if they were some impromptu punch weapon. "Not, I think. So, I say we all have someone we want to see brought low on a permanent basis, whether that be in a graveyard, a jail cell, or a mental ward, or else someone we want to rescue from their own dark ends?" She eyes Gothic on the last one. "Not being a coward however, doesn't mean being stupid. Using powers in public..." She eyes Levi and Trevor... "...or pretending we are cops and not vigilantes... we aren't cops, they can do cop work, we need to do what cops can't. So, gather information, bust heads, destroy their product, steal their cash and use it against them..." She ends the last comment on a questioning tone.
"Sorry, that's all we learned. He wouldn't give up any more information, and he had a grenade ready to go off if Levi made us solid. With the police knocking, that's all we could get." She gives Gothic an actual sympathetic look.
Katie makes a moue of distaste. "No thank you, those that do drugs deserve what they get, honestly." She taps her teeth with one fingernail. "So... Someones using powers to amp up some drug, and people are going nutjob for it. Sounds like we need to start busting some drug dealer heads, cause Beard and his people enough trouble that they get mad, make mistakes. Flush their product, bust skulls, steal their money, smash his bike... And we need to make it look like they have more than just the four of us... Disguises, hired goons..."
"To clarify what Tall and Muscled is talking about..." She says, to Gothic. "Enzo offered some information, Ghosty Girl's former employer is taking over the drug market in Chicago, which means Ghosty here used to work for Beard, or she worked for whoever Beard is working for. I'm still waiting to find out which. Apparently, someone named 'Horton' has some demonic friend who's using magic to soup them up, if you believe that crap. They're calling it Heaven, and it's either an X derivative or it's got the same kind of effect."
"That's ok, I'm being a b*@#* about the names. If I don't know the names, nobody can make me tell them." She grins... When the discussion revolves to a place to meet, she puts her foot down, literally, stomping the concrete. "No goddamn way, I've been freezing my ass off on that cafe rooftop for a month now. I'm not standing around in a frozen graveyard. I know a place..." She leads the group to a bus, then to a university in Southern Chicago. (Not her own). Once there, the school library, on the fifth floor, she grabs an empty study room and points to the various uncomfortable chairs. "You there, you there, you there, and me here." One at each cardinal point on the table. "Ok, so, what are we meeting about?"
Katie can work with a graveyard. However, given the weather, that's not a fun meeting place. Maybe a better meeting place would be a public library, quiet, warm, with seats. Or a university library (not Katie's university though!). Alternately a Mall with a food court would work, especially in the morning during the week when it's slow and not a lot of people around.
I need to know what we're doing then. I was posting that based on the GM's request above. Are we not doing that or are we then?
If we're doing some 'fast forwarding' to allow some character interaction and moving toward being more trusting of each other, I'm fine with it. I'll post a 'two months later' thing when I get back to the hotel in a few hours...
HEY GOTHY! IF YOU CAN HEAR THIS NOW, MAKE SURE YOU GET PICTURES OF EVERYONE THAT SHOWED UP, COPS, BYSTANDERS, ANYONE AND EVERYONE. I'D TELL YOU NOT TO BE OBVIOUS ABOUT IT, BUT YOU'D GET ALL HUFFY PUFFY PISSY AND THEN WE'D ARGUE AGAIN. IF YOU CAN'T HEAR THIS, WELL HELL... "Ok, two choices, up to the rooftops, or down into the sewer and several blocks over. Unless you can keep us ghosty the whole time, I do want to go the sewer route."
Honestly I think it's more useful in the long run to have a way to vanish anything that we might want to (such as bombs, incriminating evidence planted on us, incriminating evidence we found but could go to jail for having, etc).
Bad News : We can't go ghosty team and let Katie blast with impugnity. Good News : We have the perfect way to permanently get rid of any bombs or evidence or any other things we need to. Pick them up, go ghosty, and throw them toward the core of the planet. :)
Katie flicks a dart at the wooden cabinets behind Enzo, watching the dart flicker through it harmlessesly, as an experiment, since Levi said hit him with stuff. "I dunno, Girl, seems like a waste to throw stuff at him." She says, obviously a bit put out. "Ok, so, that's a no go. I guess we might as well go, for now. But... do tell Beard I enjoyed breaking his bike... and I look forward to trashing it again... I promise he'll be a pedestrian for the rest of his life if I have anything to say about it." She grins, and blows Enzo a kiss.
Katie thinks his words loudly toward Gothic. Gothy, you hear that? Talk to Muscles, Ghosty, find out if they want me to pull my very bright LED flashlight out of my pack or not. Or I could just start throwing things at his voice...
Katie nods. "Good point, never ha.. heard of them responding to gunshots or calls so fast... someone's on the payroll..."
Katie looks at the vault door, and grins, looking at Levi. "Like, how much fun would it be to see his face when we walk out of the wall over there..." She points off to the right. "And the door will hold the police off long enough for us to search or get away right?"
"Seriously? That's super useful!" She says speculatively...
"Keep an eye out for video equipment too. No reason to leave recordings, I didn't see anything, but who knows..." She swipes a handful of darts from the dart board and lets the bullet proof man lead the way. YO GOTHY! SCRAM BEFORE THE COPS GET HERE, CAN YOU READ ANYTHING OFF ENZY?
Katie sighs. "Damn, I can't believe they called the cops. Idiots." She pulls a spray bottle out of her pack and sprays it around wherever she and Trevor have walked. "We better get out of here, you want to go deal with Enzy first? Or just cut and run?" She glances around for any surveilance cameras that might have gotten their faces.
Katie whips a pool ball off the table and flings it overhand at the punk, ricocheting it off his skull and into the bartender. "Now now, live by the gun, die by the pool ball..."
Katie frowns, and drops the two remaining pool balls on the pool table as she stares at the punks in distaste. She ignores the gun and turns to Trevor. "Pumpkin, you aren't going to let this punk point a gun at your girl toy are you? You're seriously not getting any tonight if you don't do something about him. And I got those Sailor Moon outfits you like..." She grins at Trevor. The words are accompanied by an anime type image of Trevor pounding the punks in question through the floor into the basement, followed by the two of them going after Enzo, while Levi waits to pull them through the back wall when done.
First time I've used the ricochet, let me know if I didn't do it right. My assumption was the 5d6 wasn't enough to kill them, just bust them up a bit. If it was likely to kill them, she'd have dialed the power back a bit (still learning system). Not that she's worried about their lives, but she's not sure how Trevor would respond to blood...
Katie begins juggling her pool balls. "What you mean is, Enzy isn't going to come out while you can handle it..." She flicks the the 8-ball negligently... + + ...and the 8-ball caromes off the shoulder of one of the lackeys...
...bounces off the wall and richochets off the back of the second punk's head...
...slams into the gut of the 3rd flunky...
...and narrowly misses the fourth doofus before slamming into the juke box's speaker. She sighs. "I thought he had more muscles..." She comments to Trevor, motioning at the third flunky. "Misjudged the rebound off his stomach, guess he's been sucking his gut in to make himself look better." She turns to the bartender. "Now, do we get to talk to Enzy or do I see how many times I can bounce a ball off your skull and the wall?" The remaining pool balls continue to dance and spin in her hands.
Katie shrugs. "I'm good with either one, but if you don't ask the right questions, I reserve the right to be pissy and not put out tonight sweetie." She tells Trevor and hikes one hip up on the pool table, taking a few pool balls off the table and begins to juggle them. "Oh, and to ask my own questions... of course..." She looks at the gangers brightly. "Which of you is Enzo... or is he afraid to come out and talk to a jock and a pretty girl?"
Katie casually flicks a dart at the phone...
...the dart pierces the cell phone, and shatters it against the wall behind the bartender. "Now now, no need to be calling Beard... We just want to have a nice talk with you guys... how much property damage gets done in the talk is up to you... Now, you three are way too stupid to be in charge, so call for whoever is, so we can talk... unless you'd rather play 'pin the dart on the moron'." She smiles sweetly.
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