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@POOHEAD189

Judging from the destruction wrought on the bar, the armored thugs are no friends of anyone who has truck with the supernatural. It is clear that they are threatening Barley to get at the woman, and its equally clear they want her alive. It would have been trivially easy for them to gun the pair down if they wanted them dead.

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@Fetzen Let me know if you need me to walk you through character creation

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@rush99999 What kind of car does he drive?

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Junebug was momentarily face to face with the Spider, the woman's face contorted in shock and fear. That momentary startlement transmuted quickly into rage as she realized she hadn't been badly hit. She rolled on top of Sayeeda and pulled a knife from a sheath at her waist, the point glinting above Junebug. The armor was proof against most attacks but she didn't doubt a determined enemy could find a seam to work the blade into. She paged frantically though the restart menus but couldn't get the armor to boot up. Whatever damage the anti-vehicle round had done, it had been severe.

"Can't get your fancy suit to work?" the Spider sneered, leaning down to drag the point of her knife across the visor of the helmet. Gunfire was beginning to slacken outside though the goon who had survived Neil's grenade attack was firing his rifle out into the night, using the hole her armor had punched in the adobe wall as a firing port.

"That is the problem with all you offworlders who come to Teosinte, thinking you are so fucking clever, you always get too clever for your own good." The stinger stabbed the knife down at the visor. It struck the plasteel and deflected away. Cursing the gang boss tried again with as little effect. Getting wise she found the neck seam and began to probe with the point.

"You just lay there and die like a good little..."

Junebug triggered the suits critical fail. Spending a life in armored vehicles gives one a healthy fear of being trapped inside after the vehicle has been crippled. More than one tanker ended their days screaming as fire consumed their vehicle as they pounded at a stuck hatch. Junebug had harbored similar concerns about the suit and had allayed them by spreading an ounce of blasting paste along a machined grove where the armor mated. She triggered it by doubletapping a small switch in her right gauntlet. The armor burst away from her body in a wash of heat as its connections were literally blasted appart. The Stinger screamed and tumbled back, beating a flames on her leggings. The effect was stunning, but Junebug had been ready for it. She rolled free of her ruined armor and snatched for one of the fallen rifles. The Stinger, her reactions damned quick despite the concussion of the blast, lunged forward with her knife. Junebug parried clumisly with her weapon as though at bayonet drill and then drove the butt of it down into the gangsters chest. Whatever armor she had there cushioned the blow but it was powerful enough to send her crashing back into a ruined cabinet. Junebug swung the rifle up and pulled the trigger. The weapon clacked and seized as one of the brass cartriges fouled the loading mechanism. The Stinger barked out a laugh and lunged at her with the knife. Junebug tried to parry but her opponent was wise to that and the blade raked up her arm shredding the body suit she had been wearing and sending a flash of pain through her body. Sayeeda drove a knee up in a blow that would have broken bone if the Stinger had been unarmored. As it was the knife weilding woman was lifted an inch from the ground and staggered back. Junebug delivered a spinning kick which connected with her opponents shoulder, pitching her back across the room and slamming her face against the wall. With the agillity of a street fighter the Stinger came round, blood on her lips and knife in hand.

"You will have to do better than that, I've been killing with a knife since I was a child," the bloodied gangboss snarled. Junebug rolled her eyes.

"Do you ever shut up?" she demanded, raising both her fists into a guard posture. The Stinger shrieked in rage and rushed forward, blade held low. Junebug stamped on the edge of a piece of shattered timber, spinning it into the air and spoiling her opponents footwork. The Stinger stumbled but came on slashing with her blade. Junebug struck out with a feint that lifted her opponents gaze and then delivered a punishing strike to her opponents elbow, forcing her to drop the knife. Pivoting off the momentum she delivered a stomping kick to the inside of the Stinger's knee. THere was an audible pop and the woman screamed and went down. Junebug took a step towards the downed woman but the Stinger came up with a grenade in her hand, handle primed.

"Over so quickly, well I guess I can take my time with your boyfriend when I find him, I'm going to..." the threat trailed off in a scream made tinny by the boom of Neil's handgun. The Stinger's wrist exploded like a tree bursting in the winter frost. Without thinking about it Junebug kicked the hand, sending the grenade flying out into the night where it burst with a crump that threw Junebug to the ground. She blinked the spots from her eyes and then saw Neil's face appear in the hole in the wall. He looked down at the Stinger but she was already dead, having caught a piece of grenade shrapnel with the back of her skull.

"That," Junebug commented, "Is fucking team work."

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@rush99999

How is January getting around town? Driving or walking?

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@POOHEAD189
You can ask two of these questions about the group:

• Who’s pulling your character’s strings?
• What’s your character’s beef with ______?
• What’s your character hoping to get from ____?
• How could I get your character to ____?
• What does your character worry might happen?
• How could I put your character in my Debt

They also get to hold 1 on you because of the partial hit.

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Tons, we have a werewolf, a fae and a Vampire, everything else is up for grabs

WoT: The Dark One's Own Luck.

After some negotiation it was agreed. Mave and Ali spent the night in one of the inns nearby. Given the rabble of drunken hunters who inhabited the place, laying down wards was a difficult task, but after the encounter with the Gray Man she wasn't willing to take any chances. They took a room with a single door and slept in shifts. As she sat awake watching, Mave wondered if this was what it was like to be an Aes Sedai. Most sisters more or less remained in Tar Valon from the day the put on the White till their deaths. Was it fear of this kind of stalking, of these unseen enemies all around? Even when Ali relieved her she found it hard to close her eyes.

They woke early in the morning and ate a spare breakfast of stale bread and ale before heading out. Coin was beginning to run low but Mave spent some of what she had on outfitting their small party. They purchased a pair of hardy ponies, of a kind with those the prospectors who worked the foothills of the Damora mountains were familiar with, as well as some rations, waterskins and other necessities.

Darius, as well as Tanil and Deslan were waiting for them by the saddlery as agreed. Tanil kept largely silent and Darius looked as though the wine he had been enjoying last night had taken its toll. Deslan on the other hand was full of life, chatting with an enthusiasm which which was setting Darius' teeth on edge. All were wearing armor, mostly leathers though Tanil had a chain shirt that clinked beneath his cloak. All carried swords and Tanil had a powerful short bow and a quiver of arrows, though it lacked the impressive length of Ali's weapon. Darius was full of ideas as to what Mave should spend her coin on, full or dire warnings of what would befall them if they attempted the trek without them. For the most part she ignored his advice, relying instead on Ali's experience of woodcraft. Each suggestion she took from Ali seemed to make Darius grind his teeth and she made a few minor purposes just to mollify the Mundarian.

The sun was well up by the time they rode out of the northern gate, taking the long road north towards Murandy. They guards asked their destination, to which Mave replied they were headed north with a nod at Darius. The Mundarian had preened and the guard had jumped to the conclusion they were bound for Murandy, another misdirection without an actual lie.

"Best be careful miss," the guard told her as she tossed him a coin, "road be lousy with bandits." The guard pulled his pot style helmet down over his brow and cast a skeptical look at her companions.

"Every second man who says he is a Hunter for the Horn is a bandit the moment your back is turned."

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@rush99999

Ryder looked around, his face twisting into a grimace which displayed rather over developed canines. He lifted his chin in a guesture his crew evidently understood as clear out. Cards went down on the table and drinks were snatched up as the werewolves diffused into the crowd like salt dissolving in water. The Werewolf chieftan took one last look at his cards, peeling them up from tabletop to glance at the corners before letting them down with a snap.

"Yeah he was around earlier 'round moonup," Ryder admitted, "wanted a couple of my boys as muscle for some kind of job. Not like him to get his hands dirty but I owed him for that thing up in Portsmouth last year. Haven't seen him or my guys since."

Ryder picked up his drink, knocking back the scotch which was now dilluted by melting ice cubes.

"Dude stank of Fairy's if that helps you," he added offhandedly.

Synopsis

Quincy came by earlier and cashed in a debt to get a couple of werewolves for some unknown job. He smelled like the fae.

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@rush99999

Yes