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"Well lets not waste any time, someone grab a gurny and lets get him down to autopsy where I can get some more definitiave answer to our questions." @Spiro - "Hey you with the camera make sure you take a lot of photos of the surounding area. They could be of some use latter." DM Bunny: Would it be all right if I change the powers of the Maquahuitl? I want to change the damage bonus to +2 and have the Maquahuitl be a switch blade so it would pass as an ornate cane until I will the teeth to spring out. That will take care of any problems of me caring it around with me.
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7d10 ⇒ (4, 7, 4, 4, 8, 8, 7) = 42 = 4 successes Well Francis what do know about spontaneous combustion? Most SHC cases I've read about involve very low temperature flames that consume the person over a few hours. There must be an outside cause, probably that mark on the femur, which makes this a case of murder.
Did I recognize the victim?
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I liked a couple of Valgrims ideas so I had to change a lot of Tocal's background to make it all fit. Tocal was raised in Juarez by his grandmother. He never knew his mother as she died in childbirth. Between his brains and athletic abilities Tocal was able to attract a full scholarship to Oxford where he earned a M.D. and a PhD. in chemistry. During his time at university Tocal was also offered the position as starting forward for Manchester United. Tocal turned down ManU and quite a few offers from well respected hospitals to go back to Mexico and help the people he grew up with. Within a week of his return to Juarez Tocal was recruited as an agent by the US/Mexico anti-drug taskforce to help bring down a drug pipeline. It was during this time that Tocal first met Jasper Mahtab. For a year Tocal worked for a free clinic as cover while observing and gathering information about the people running the pipeline and passed it on to the Feds. All was going well until his contact sold him out to the drug lord running the pipeline. Tocal was kidnapped beaten bloody and brought to the drug lord to be executed. The drug lord had an unhealthy fascination with Aztec lore and thought wrongly that if he sacrificed his enemies to the Aztec gods he would be become invincible.
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They're like children. Trying hard not to roll his eyes, "The locals know we're not from Lordsholm so a disguise won't be necessary, yet." Tocal decides not interfere with Atella and Augustus' spat, "They have just met and some problems will occur until they become accustomed to each other. No need to become some kind of martinet just discipline when it will affect the mission." “As for transport we go to the dock and request one and then if they don’t have one, we borrow one.”
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DM: What detail's are on the tablet? “Atella when a las burns through flesh it boils the blood inside causing a small steam explosion, Las' are far from bloodless”. “Augustus remember the dangers and penalties of spreading lethal knowledge to those not approved”. “Hand, purity comes from doing the Emperor’s will. A nail board picked up from the ground and used to kill the unclean is as pure as gun or sword is right after its daily rituals of maintenance”. “On our mission you will see and hear things that don’t agree with what you have been taught. Contradict your preconceived notions of how the universe is supposed to behave. We are going into the belly of the beast; our only protection is each other. Wisdom guided our Inquisitors hand in assembling this team, a wisdom we might not understand yet but we will not fail.
”I hope that sounded better in their ears than mine.” "Call me Tocal, as very few can pronounce my given name correctly".
I’m assuming where headed out to talk to somebody. "Augustus, it looks like you'll be our driver for now."
"And Hand no more self injury unless ordered to do so."
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Thinking to himself, "Not only am I forced to work with these people but now I am responsible for them." "Yes Madame Inquisitor, only death will prevent our success". Tocal says as he takes the tablet and quickly scans the details. “Squad, gather your gear and let’s move out. The Inquisitor has more to do than have you gawk at her. We have a corruption to trace. When we are out of the Inquisitors room I will read the tablet in greater detail.
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Tocal wears an immaculately clean grey uniform the creases sharp enough to cut an orks hide. His jack boots are polished to a high sheen reflecting the dim lights of the cell. A new mesh vest covers his chest and groin adorned with a badge of an Adeptus Arbites. The vest is cinched at the waist by an equally new gun belt holstering a newer las pistol. He also carries a small duffle bag with the rest of his possessions. The man in the uniform stands 6’6” with a youthfully fit build. Fine raven colored hair, cut long, frames his healthy tan complexion and icy blue eyes look out of thin wire lenses. The only mar on his handsome features is a long thin white scar running from his left ear down to his adam’s apple. He had gotten the scar from a duel to the death with his noble lord who was corrupted by the demon Slaanesh. Tocal carries himself with the military precision of a new recruit trying to hide his inexperience. For those that can see underneath his cover of bravado is an iron will and unwavering conviction. His eyes dart around constantly looking for the smallest details of people, places and things. Tocal assesses the others as he enters suppressing his disgust of the 'unclean' Hand and the inherent corruption of the psyker.
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the other white room: "We three were just discussing agent Stenler's small peins size but we would like to hear if this Nomura has any comments to add also."
"I have survived growing up in the worst slums of Mexico City, I have survived a drug lord's hit squads, I have survived corrupt judges and I have survived terrorists hijacking an airplane. Your little threats mean nothing to me agent. The last people that threatened me are dead Stenler, don't threaten me you wouldn’t like me when I'm threatened.
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Airport: Special Agent Stenler, I am Dr. Xochipilli Tocal that’s spelled capital x-o-c-h-i-p-i-l-l-i, I would be glad to help the FBI. There is not much to tell though; mid-flight a group of people attacked the passengers with knives obviously in an attempt to hijack the plane. Two others and I spontaneously decided to defend the flight and fortunately killed the hijackers before they were able to crash the plane into something. I tended to the wounded passengers first and by the time I was able to look after the hijackers wounds they had already died.
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