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Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

All we have over others is the task to keept the 0th posts updated (which I have been slacking on and should pay more attention to)

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

@SleepingSilence
Dunno why you are asking us in particular, but I have left my approval by not raising any complaints and dropping in a like. Works fine in my eye, and could well be the reason @Jollan can use to rejoin. Yep, I'm all for it.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

While the others kept to their circle, ready to discuss the finer details of the plan or do their own part in the preparations, Kyra's search began. She had an objective in mind, but distractions were many. Every now and then she would come across a few still wounded from the night before and the need to help would prod at her heart. Whether she followed it or not would not affect if she got the horses, she knew. These people would excuse her if she did not find it in her schedule, already being as grateful as they were. But they were still the villagers of Greenest she had come to know across her days in the village clergy, and they were in need. Could she ignore the call for her task, or would she diverge?

In what could be anything from and hour or two to most of the day, depending on the weight her conscience placed upon her, Kyra would finally make it to where a few of the rebuilders were using horses to help them in their task. A few questions of their availability were met with the grim truth: "What animals were not in the safety of the keep are gone now. Running free or taken with the army, we can't tell. But they sure weren't where they'd been left." The expected truth, but one that would have its own impact on the plans of obtaining horses. When it came to what there was, the foreman sucked air in through his teeth. "Well, ya know, I wouldn't want to stand in the way of the heroes of Greenest but… we can't really risk them…"

Under the arguments of the horses being likely safe and that they would be brought back, in addition to the debt the villagers were already in possibly leveraged for the discussion, the foreman slowly began to sway and it started to look like they might indeed get something. Hardly a horse for everyone, but there was the chance a few could be spared. On the grounds of them actually being back to help in the rebuilding within a week at latest.

Mechanics&Rolls

If you wish to help the wounded of Greenest, please poke me in the OOC and we can set something up for that. If you will take the increase in your Heartless quirk instead, no special mention need be made. They will indeed understand.

When it comes to the amount of horses obtained though, I will require a Persuasion check. You may gain advantage if you use the debt of the town to the heroes as a bargaining point @Norschtalen.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

I'll be addressing the matter of horses tonight.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

So here was what they had: An unarmed and recently paid info broker, a big guy that unfortunately was just biologically so and not some chrome giant that could stand through any hail of bullets with a smile… and a half-baked plan that went somewhere from an at least mid class booze retailer to fuck knows where. Yep. No way this could backfire at all. Croaks raised a hand to his forehead and rubbed it for a second. "On second thought, just gimme a hot second", he requested and turned around, marching with long strides straight to the barkeep.

Old buzzeye grinned at the approach of the gangster and poured a shot of something clear into a glass that was much less so. "Go get 'em amphibian", the man said with the wry expression frozen on his face while Croaks threw the drink down the hatch.

"Fuck you", the big man returned with an annoyed expression and the drink still burning in his throat, much to the amusement of the bartender.

"Nah, ain't got no time. You should consider that though. Got a pretty input there and all", the man returned an obvious joke to the back of the gangster who did his best to ignore it as he caught up to the woman.

And then it was to catching up from where they had left off. That he wouldn't have to worry about her being unarmed since ain't there nobody on this side of the Combat Zone that could catch up to her. And that they hadn't ever really formally introduced themselves. She was Nina. Had Ribby said that at some point? It sounded familiar. Or maybe he was just confusing it with someone else. He offered his right hand towards her with his answer: "Yeah, don't think I have. Croaks. No, it's not a handle, it's a name. Yes, I do have an 'actual' one. Don't bother, nobody else does." There. An introduction. Now to wait for the questions that inevitably followed every time. Every damn time.

But be there any or not, the music shifted before they got out. Croaks' hand shifted closer to his gun's trigger guard and he clicked his tongue. "Fresh arrivals at the door. Bad timing", he grumbled, but kept on pressing on. They were heading out. He wasn't going to hang around in the barkeep's field of view any longer than he had to, if he was going to be that way. And outside… yeah. A curious collection indeed. Tough to say what for. The sort of people didn't usually come by. New faces, that was. This place was pretty far out of the way. And it was the Amphibians' territory.

Nina did seem to have a clue what they might or might not be though. That there was a strange solo with a weird helmet and 'a big red wolf' in the Combat Zone, these parts probably. Well, he had to admit the fresh arrivals fit the description. But should they go and look? Croaks gave Nina a look that more or less asked of her if she was insane. Targeting people that knew about the Lt., and she was considering fucking going back in? "You need a new set of self preservation chips, girl", Croaks said, shaking his head and motioning towards the outside.

"Ribby and the gang are in there. They talk stuff, they start hit, they do anything… it's our bar. We'll get to know without having to go and interface with the lot. I mean, good on you for knowing the rumours, but… I'd kinda run the logic in the other direction." Again, he would gesture towards the outside. And if she wanted her birthday fine, for whatever fucking reason with the gangster with her given she was the one who'd asked for a partnership… well, that wasn't back in there, nor on the other side of flatline.

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Inside though, Ribby would be doing exactly what Croaks had expected of him. The limping guy approached his boss and let him know about the strange arrivals. An exotic kind of gal, and a more ordinary pair that still looked off over in these parts. Ribby would nod at the man and send him on his way. Well. Wasn't that something. Coincidence or not, it paid to pay attention to whatever was going on in there. Ribby put a pair of shades on his eyes and shifted the pillow next to him to the side, dragging a single plug from his neck to the socket behind said decoration element, jacking in to the surveillance network of the bar.

He rolled through the cameras. Two of his guys were keeping an eye on him, as per usual. Good. Several were settled in spots that gave them a line of fire towards the newcomers if need be, though engaged with their own stuff. Was cool, best way for it to be probs. And then there was the table he was actually interested in. The mic was barely picking up any chatter over the music, and whatever it was wasn't all that important. But he caught a few curious movements there. Leaning to the side. Glancing down for longer than possibly made sense. No clue what it was, but it was something. And he wasn't sure he liked it. He'd need to poke his bro with a quick pager note. Get this thing out. Could be related, or it could just be shady dealings in their joint. Without them being asked about it.

@13org@SleepingSilence

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Leosin may have other knowledge, or he might not. You may ask if you suspect he has forgotten to mention something. Either way, vote accounted for!

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

I am not sure if I have anything to post here. Leosin has spoken to you, made his request, shared what he has found urgent and answered questions you have asked of him. If you want me to move you back to the cult camp, just give me the word. But I cannot assume you'd just do it right away. It's something that would need confirmation.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

I should have a post up in the next few days, but if you feel like going before I do would be for the best, feel free to.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

I have my doubts on some random ripperdoc having the resources to make a personal thinking scavenging droid, but that may just be me @Jollan. Other than that being the source of his current modifications, I don't really have anything bad to say about it.

If I may offer an alternative, I would point back again at corporations. They are everywhere after all. A corporate sanctioned ripperdoc would be much more feasible already, but that would bring with it the need to bake some corporation who is currently rather mad at Jarred into his backstory. But that would just be fun, no?

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

The megacorps probably wouldn't like it if he went messing about with their "gift", so he would have to be extremely careful about it. Who knows, they might have put an explosive device in him that pings some parts to see if they are still there and goes boom if the check fails many enough times? But if he can circumvent any countermeasures the corporation might have put in, thorough great effort nonetheless, that might well work.