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>>5746899

New and returning players are welcome.

Signup begins now. The first two days are for side jobs, then the main mission begins.
ETA for turn cycle during the mission is once every 24 hours.

Twitter for updates:
https://twitter.com/ravenkingquests

Ravenking General Discord:
https://discord.gg/4p9mmau

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>>5746900

Previously, on Heat City Nights:


Chapter 0

You are the crew. You worked for The Boss.

The party was a setup. It was a plan by Spider, the right hand man, to keep you busy while he took over. The Boss was dead, and Spider killed her. He had to pay.


Chapter 1

With the Boss gone and the number two guy turned traitor, leadership fell to Angela, the Boss's most trusted meathead. Angela, more comfortable in the role of attack dog, let Claire, the heist planner, do the talking and call the shots.

They knew that to stay alive, you would have to go on the offense.

The Jacks, a crew of shakedown hoods, were living large at the fresh nightclub Nebula. The bouncer called you freaks. Wasn't a smart move. You killed a lot of people, grabbed a couple of Spider's money guys, and got some leads. A good start.


Chapter 2

The Dirty Dogs, a biker gang into meth and gun running, had a clubhouse out on the edge of Gatortown. No clues were found, but you fucked their shit up, stole a lot of drugs and guns, and made off before getting pinched, so that's still a win.


Chapter 3

The Niners were low-life street hustlers who found some serious hardware and carved out a piece of chaos for themselves. They held down a neighborhood of stash houses like an armed enclave in the city. It wasn't enough to keep out the crew. In a hidden basement you discovered files on chemical formulas, and the location of an unknown facility.


Chapter 4

The facility was a drug lab, a huge manufacturing plant for the new fashionable narcotic, Haze. The Niners' leadership was here to defend their territory, but that just meant more loot for the crew as they earned a bounty for the leaders' heads. Bags of haze were looted, along with documents for the actual chemical formula. A group of out-of-place ex-Triads provided the next lead.


Chapter 5

By now, Spider's group was calling itself "The Syndicate", and it was clear he spun his web around half the gangs in the city. This included the Great Four, a former Triad associate running out of the Gold Tiger restaurant. When the crew broke in, they found not only an actual tiger, but Spider himself. He was protected by a woman called the Dragon, and they escaped in a car driven by Ray, Angela's old friend(?). The crew sped off in hot pursuit.


Chapter 5.5

A high-octane car chase across the Washington Bridge, pursuing Ray's car while fending off vehicle attacks from vengeful survivors of previous targets. Car wrecks and bodies were spread across the city.

In the end, Spider and Ray escaped, but a wounded Dragon was left behind.


Chapter 6

The crew took the war to a the South Harbor docks. Battling your way through the Marielitos, a gang of Cuban outlaws and ex-cons, you captured two of their leaders and killed the rest. Spider's ship escaped into the bay, but Angela and her friend Mei Lin caught up to it and boarded. They finally had Spider cornered ... until he blew up the ship.


Chapter 7

Now.

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>>5746901

Welcome back, criminals. Ready for violence?

Reply to this post with your character information and loadout to sign up. Write your character's name in the Name field, without any weird spelling, because it helps me to find your posts.

Safehouse upgrades:

The Classy Bar has upgraded base Edge to 6 for all characters.
The Home Entertainment System now gives all criminals the [Top 10] ability: 1/chapter, name and describe one of your character's favorite movies to reroll any die.


Updates:

Pages have been reorganized.
The side job phase now includes 'prep work' activities. You have a limit of one prep work each chapter. The Blue Mare is one of these.
[Run Away] bad thing has been added. Chased is for car chases, Run Away is for foot chases.
Autofire simplified.
Aimed Attack accuracy bonus increased to +3
Deadeye now counts as an aimed attack
Suppressing Fire only works with primary weapons
Visions of Death rework
Spook rework
Thanks to Luis's blueprints, RC Cars are now RC Bombs, and can be deployed as either cars or planes.
The Stun 1 penalty is now encoded as the default penalty for corner skipping, or for failing/skipping a vault check to climb onto or over cover.
Vault attacks limited to only work with melee weapons and pistols. This works with x2 pistols because it's an irrefutable truth that you can vault over a table while firing two pistols.
Terrain and cover rules clarified.
Terrain is now specified to be divided into fragile, durable, and impervious objects.
Kicking a door open onto an enemy deals 2 damage, 2 knockback, and knockdown.

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>>5746903

Bianca Morretti, mafia princess and the infamous street racer and car collector known as Queen Bee. She and her inner circle have an obsession for cars of all kinds, whether it's for status, luxury, speed, or even shitty cars that they think are amusing. She tracks down a car in the city that somebody wants, keeps it under observation, and hires a third party to obtain and deliver. That's you.

A pair of suited goons loom threateningly over Jackal as Bianca explains her offer. She'll offer contracts for specific cars. Obtain them, bring them to a garage out in Gatortown discreetly and in one piece, and you'll be rewarded. These are basic contracts for basic cars, Bianca adds, but if you and your friends manage to impress her with some successful jobs, she'll have more lucrative contracts available in the future.

Bianca "Queen Bee" Morretti's [Boosts] side job has been unlocked.

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>>5746907

An odd smell awaits Riptide at the unmarked door in the back alley. This place appears like the employee entrance of any small restaurant in the city: a heavy locked door, nearby dumpsters, milk crates, and unidentifiable stains on the concrete. There's just something different about the smell. Something familiar.

The Chef invites you inside. He's been looking for resourceful fellows like you. He's looking for help procuring certain specific ingredients for his art.

The Chef's [Ingredient Hunt] prep work has been unlocked.

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The mysterious invitation claims to offer guidance to those unsure of their fate. It leads Napps to a block of cramped storefronts in the back streets of Havanatown. Nestled in a hidden nook, so obscure he almost misses it while specifically looking for it, Napps find an opaque glass door. There's no details or hours of operation, only a simple script: Madame Zara.

The door opens easily under your hand, as though it was meant to open. Inside you find a dark room lit by candles, thick with the smell of fragrant incense. A woman of ambiguous age and origin sits at a low table, laying out cards. A sitting cushion and a cup of tea are already set out for you.

Madame Zara's [Tarot Reading] prep work has been unlocked.

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>>5746909

Don Torino's garage had to get a new parts supplier. Car mods have been reworked (nerfed). Please reset your old mods. You get a full refund.

Assets have been divided into normal stuff and high-end stuff, which can't be taken as a starting item. New high-end houses and cars are available.


----

The blue cassettes both play the same message: a low voice, technologically distorted by a voice changer. The voice congratulates you on finding this tape, and tells you that it has a test for you. Then it recites a ten digit number, and an address in the city.

The address leads Mizuchi and Rainfall to a pay phone. Calling the number from the phone connects you to the same distorted voice. "We know who you are, but you don't need to know us. You only need to know what we want, and what we can give you.

"What we want is to upset the order of things. What we want is to shake this city out of its complacency. What we want is chaos."

"We can give you the tools to make this happen. Your first use of these tools will be a test. If you impress us with their use, more will become available. Don't disappoint us."

Chaos has been unlocked under Contacts.

---

He's a busy man these days, but Mizuchi finally gets a chance to track down the source that the old veteran told him about. A place to buy a serious weapon. He'll need it now that Stormsplitter was destroyed. A noble end for a sword, blocking an attack from a chainsaw.

The place seems like an ordinary Chinese restaurant at first, but when Mizuchi gets a glimpse of the old cook, he recognizes the telltale signs of a master swordsman. Over a bowl of noodles, Mizuchi confesses the loss of his beloved blade. Sizing up the young buck, the old master tells him to come back after hours and have a look at his private collection.

[Bird & Tortoise] special melee weapon store unlocked.

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>>5746918

Some crew members have their own agenda. Who can say how long their goals will coincide with yours?

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>>5746922

A grey shroud fills the sky as a light rain falls on the city. It's refreshing, barely requires a jacket. But it makes people think of what ominous clouds might loom just beyond the horizon. This is hurricane season, and a storm could be approaching at any time.


On the radio is the local evening news. Sandra Lopez is the regular newscaster, a warm voice that reads any story in a perfectly steady cadence, no matter how fucked up. She talks about what's going on in the city: Ricky Valdez's cancelled concerts, Mayor Harland's re-election campaign, and the dead-end police investigation into all those explosions and gunshots at South Harbor a few weeks ago.


The main room of the safehouse in Freedom Square is dimly lit by the flickering television, and by a large window that offers a view of the neon lights of the city streets. The rain drums quietly on the window, obscuring and refracting the lights. Several members of the gang are lounging around in here. Some are listening to the radio, either because they're trying to stay on top of current events, or they just like Sandra's voice. Others are watching the television, currently playing the new episode of Hundred Fist Puncher. There's a slothful energy in the air, a waiting tension. Everyone's conserving fuel in preparation for the big blast.


Down the hall and behind an ajar office door, the top enforcers of the gang are gathered around a wooden table cluttered with maps, blueprints, drink cans, and weapons. Claire, her small size a drastic contrast to the men, is re-organizing the maps, searching for something she might have missed before.

Mei Lin is also there in the office, seated on the edge of a desk. She has blood on her suit. Seems like she's been busy. The enforcers size her up with watchful eyes. They don't much know this woman, but Claire seems to trust her, and she did haul a wounded Angela out of the drink.

Anyway, they have bigger concerns.

>>5746930

Alamo says, "Can't say it seems like a good idea to trust anything Spider says. Angela's in the hospital because of him, right now. His goons have killed our friends. I mean, yeah, it was because we were killing them, but even so. Can we really do something this dangerous based on something he said?" Alamo doesn't even trust that Spider is really dead, so why would he trust this supposed favor from their enemy, a tip-off about a bank box?

"It's our only lead," Claire says.

Ramirez scratches at his bandages. "It could be a setup. The cops could be ready to swarm the bank at a moment's notice."

Alamo is thinking of home, of the empty space in bed beside his wife. "I need to know this ain't a wild good chase. I can't get myself killed for something stupid."

"I know this is Spider we're talking about, but I don't think this is some kind of master plan to trap us," Claire says. "The way I see it, the worst case scenario is it was a red herring to throw us off, and it's just an ordinary bank box."

"Maybe he left a fun surprise in the box," Heckler says. "Party balloons. Or more likely, a bomb."

"We'll have to be careful handling it until we can open it safely," Claire says. "Anyway, I checked on the other thing Spider said, about how the First National is a cash distribution center? It checks out. There's a lot of money in that place."

Heckler laughs. "So even if the box is a dud, we still rob a bank. Sounds fun."

Claire has a devious look on her face as she considers the take. "We should try to haul out as much cash as we can. It'll need a lot of people to pitch in and carry a bag out to the escape vehicles, or to form some kind of daisy-chain. We can figure that out once we have a better idea of the layout and escape plan."

"One more thing," Mei Lin says. "I'm coming along,"

Ramirez and Heckler exchange a tense glance.

"I don't want a cut," she adds.

The enforcers relax a little. Heckler asks, "If you don't want money, why come? You bored?"

"Angela should be here for this," Mei Lin says. "But she's not. She got hurt. I was there to stop that from happening, but I didn't." She gets off the desk, stands up.

Claire hesitates. "Mei, it's not like any of us blame you. I'm sure there was nothing you could have done."

"Maybe. I still can't let it go. Anyway, since you don't have her for this job, you have me instead. All right?"

Claire says, "It sounds good to me. We can use all the help we can get for this. Are you guys okay with it?"

Ramirez growls, "Just don't slow us down."

A faint smile from Mei Lin. "See if you can keep up."

>>5746899
>>5746900

Previous threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Heat%20City%20Nights

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>>5746903
First time criminal here, let me know if I need to change anything.

Name: Zen

Class: Brain

Primary Weapon: Gym Bag

Skill: RC Bomb

Gear: Armor Vest

Stats:
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Cool: 1

Sharp: 3

Hard: 0

Weird: 2

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>>5746903
Name: Blackjack
Type: Assassin
HP 6/6
Edge 6(+1)/5(+1)
Move 6
Defense 8+1

Cool: 4
Sharp: 2
Hard: 0
Weird: 3

Flash Step (0 AP, 1 Edge.): Target an enemy within (Move) spaces. Move behind them, and make any attack action. The first reaction shot misses, other shots have disadvantage.
Infiltration: At the start of a mission, you may choose to not deploy. At any time, either you or the GM may deploy you in the right spot for the job, with the right tools, with or without an explanation. When this happens, roll Weird. On a
Agility: Pass through enemies. Gain advantage to Vault, jump, or Climb.
Visions of Death: (0AP, 1/mission) Target a normal enemy type or a named enemy- You and the target(s) both get [Fated Enemy], which is +2 Acc, Crit, and checks against each other.
>Flurry of Blows: Attack with main weapon, pistol, and fists, in any order. You can move up to 3 tiles before each attack.
>[Top 10]: 1/chapter, name and describe one of your character's favorite movies to reroll any die.

Katana- DMG 3, +1 Crit [Block]
>Purchase Moonshadow (-$46,000 USD)
Moonshadow- DMG 3, +1 Defense, [Stance]. 2/mission, consecutive rounds only: [Phases of the Moon] (1 AP, 1 Edge): Attack 3 enemies within 3 spaces.
Pistol- Range 10, DMG 2, 4/12 Ammo
Fists- DMG 2, Crit+1
First Aid Kit [Quick Heal] (1 AP, 2/2 uses): Heal yourself or a friendly next to you for 3 HP, and remove 1 debuff.

Fancy Clothes: +1 Defense
>Bulletproof Suit: +1 Defense, +1 Edge
Apartment
+Bedroom
+Bathroom
+Living Room

Motorbike (Rebel) [2/1/0]
>Heat 12
>$98,533 USD

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The man can't stop thinking about it. That disk. The blue disk sitting in the night stand drawer next to his bed. When his wife is gone he is busy making calls on their fancy home phone. The gang has connections stretching out over the city and Alamo is cashing in his own ones to get word to some very important people. Russians, Italians, and whoever lives in the swamp. While Claire has been working on one job, Alamo has his sights set on another. That tower looming over the city. He may not be the one to get in there, but he wants whatever is inside to look at. He gives the same talk to each person he contacts.

"Money is nice, if that is all they have then we can split it. But I'm thinking they got something special in there. And it is about time we get our hands on it. You in?"

The call is sent to familiar faces, those with reach or skills Alamo knows will be needed. Empress, Tony, Chien, Dr. Ben, and Seline.

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>>5746899
Name: Ramirez
Type: Enforcer
Stats: HP 12/12, Edge 9/9, Move 6, Defence 6, Crit on 10
Factors: Sharp 3, Hard 4, Move 2
Weapons: Pistol (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 4/8), Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 9), Jackhammer Shotgun (Range 10, Damage 4, Ammo 4/20, Breach, Autofire, +1 Accuracy)
Special Talent: Steadfast, Die Hard, Inspire, Teamwork Tactics, Extreme Team, Top 10
Gear: Frag Grenades x3
Clothes: Serious Armor (+2HP, +2 Defense, -1 Move)
Personal Cash: $92883
Heat: 1
Wanted Level: 1
Assets: Pickup (free), Loud Apartment, Jackhammer Shotgun

>Gain: Teamwork Tactics
>Gain: Top 10
Ramirez can't help but obsess over his team's failure at the Tower Vault last month. When it comes down to it, he can only circle back to the team itself being dysfunctional despite its tight-knit nature. And what with him not trusting Mizuchi, that meant the team as a whole was not an effective fighting unit. Coupled with him watching a few of his favourite movies, Ramirez feels ready to be a squad leader again.

>>5746975
"I'm not sure what to trust anymore dude, Ramirez is saying to Alamo as they walk away from the meeting room (He isn't sure where Heckler went but the man will probably turn up sooner or later).

"Not trying to be disloyal, but I can't help but remember Claire learnt at the foot of Spider," He continues. "Can we be sure the two of them didn't have any fallback plans between the two of them?"

Rolled 2 + 2 (1d10 + 2)

>>5746973
Blackjack smoked a cigarette on her apartment building's porch, wearing a Hawaiian shirt, sandals, and jeans shorts, contemplating something. The longer she thought about it, the more she came to realize that maybe Mizuchi had a point, always using katanas. The machete she had hacked together as a rush job, borrowing one of her outdoorsman friend's tools was quite frankly a piece of shit. Despite her utter lack of finesse with the blade, like what that new kid had, (Nishinah, her name was), Jackie was already used to using the swords, and was an even better hand with blades than she was with a pistol.

Stubbing out her cigarette on the outdoors ashtray that the landlady had put outside, after dozens of burn marks on the concrete steps, Blackjack ambled inside to her apartment, walking to the phone as she pulled a cold can of beer from the fridge. Lena was still at school, right now, so she shouldn't be needed for a couple hours, on Lena's side and on the gang's side- why not look for a new weapon with the one who knew his shit?

Jackie called both Mizuchi's home, and Mitch's Videodrome, in hopes that the wannabe gang samurai was there. If anyone picked up, she finished sipping her beer, and said, "Hey, Mizzy! I need your expertise for something."

>>5746973
>>5746907
>Gang: Iron Coffins Affiliates (5 men, Biker Gang members) (Cool 2, Hard 1) (Aggression)
>Send the Iron Coffins Affiliates out on a Hit.
After her conversation with Mizuchi was finished, but before she left her apartment, Jackie called Sam, her friend within the Iron Coffins. "Hey, Sam."

A gruff, deep voice came from the other end. "Yeah? That you Jackie?"

"Yep." Her tone was completely different than she was with Mizuchi- she was making an effort to sound aloof and tough. "I got good word that those Marelitos assholes are guarding one man by the name of Ricky Valdez."

"No shit?" Sam was either excited or furious, from how the growl in his voice grew. "That mean you're going after him?" And the Marelitos as well? The second question went unsaid, but it was apparent.

"I'm going to try and keep things quiet on the hit against Ricky- but if you could go out and whack Juan, so he stays out of the way, that would be great. I'm also pretty sure there's still a bounty on his head, so you'll get a cut of whatever they give us."

Sam laughed, on the other end, and the sound of roaring bikes blasted through the tinny headphone. "Aces. We'll do just that. See you when it's over for the exchange of cash."

"See you then. Sam."

>Dice are for goon job
>Announcing my Candidacy for Pointman on the Ricky Valdez assassination job.

>>5746989
>Paying $6,000 USD to bail out my goons.

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>>5746903
Name: Nishina Kaori
Type: Assassin
Stats: HP 6/6, Edge 10/10, Move 6, Defence 9, Crit on 8
Factors: Hard 0, Cool 4, Sharp 2+1, Weird 2
Weapons: Pistol (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 4/8), Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 7), Katana (Melee, Damage 3, [Stance] (1 AP 1/turn): Gain Block 1 and Counter 1)
Special Talents: Visions of Death, Steadfast, Mia's Lover, Top 10
Gear: First Aid Kit [Quick Heal] (1 AP, 4/4 uses): Heal yourself or a friendly next to you for 3 HP, and remove 1 debuff.
Cash: $21908
Heat: 0
Wanted: 0
Assets: Bulletproof 'Suit' (+1 Defence, +1 Edge), Two-Piece Suit (+1 Edge, Unequipped), Historical Artefacts (Family heirlooms)

When Nishina shows up next, she looks rather different. It appears that the gang's special tailor was more than happy to accommodate the specificity of her request. The experienced eye notes armour woven into the fabric and backing it up behind. It seems she's warming up to the idea of mixing her own ways and those of Heat City.

>>5746980
Alamo shakes his head as he gives his fellow Enforcer his thoughts on the matter. "I trust Claire. If she wanted us dead she would have sent us to a trap earlier. I just think she is seeing something that isn't there. That Tower though, that has got to have something important going on in it. I've been looking into it ever since you guys got chased off, something is fishing about it."

>>5746993
"You're probably right," Ramirez shakes his head. "There's just too many unknowns about the fate of Spider right now."

"Anyway, I have seen something of your prep for that, you're definitely putting in a lot more pre-planning than we did." Ramirez chuckles, adjusting his bandages as they slip.

"I've been thinking of hitting it again myself, with the same crew. Between our two teams the thing should get cracked wide open. Good luck, 'lamo."

Rolled 1, 2 + 8 = 11 (2d10 + 8)

>>5746900
>Survived 1 mission, Several Marielitos were kiled last time: +1 Cool
>Gained {Top 10}: 1/chapter, name and describe one of your character's favorite movies to reroll any die.
>Nerfed Lancer, Buy the Nitrous for reroll speed Check (10,758-3500=7,258)

>>5746907
>Participate in the Flamingo Furious, Using avantage gained last time

Name: Rico Torres
Type: Thug
HP 9/9
Edge 6/6
Move 5
Defense 8(9)

>Cool: 4
Sharp: 0
Hard: 3
Weird: 0

{Die Hard} First time you would die on a mission, survive and convert all remaining edge to HP
>{Top 10}: 1/chapter, name and describe one of your character's favorite movies to reroll any die.

[Stylish Clothes](Sports): +1 Defense (Alan's)

Vehicle: Lancer [4/2/1]
+Engine Tuning and Turbo Install (+1 Speed)
+Nitrous (Reroll 1 Speed Check)

Invitation: ?

$7,258 USD Total

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>>5746903
>Car Parts and Prior Job funds processed.
>Level up and gain Sharp
The last raid night with the boss's gang had been absolutely shit. At least, that's how Mizuchi saw it. Objectively it was a success, they'd gotten off with a shit ton of loot with few casualties, and dealt yet another heavy blow to the Syndicate. Probably the most decisive of all with its leader dead. But Mizuchi felt no catharsis at this, only a further boiling rage at the situation. Spider, after all he'd done, took the coward's way out via bomb. Mizuchi had been animated for the last several months primarily driven by the thought of cleaving his head from his shoulders with Stormsplitter. Now that was impossible on two fronts, given the mad psycho murderer's chainsaw had shattered his faithful blade. As such, the man was left with little else to do in the interim period but languish in his apartment and watch the city streets below. Still, some of that old fire churned beneath the ash in his heart, as he found himself occasionally visiting the old blademaster who ran the Bird & Tortoise. He hadn't found a blade that called to him yet, that was a process that took time, but he made a note to bring his fellow swordsmen here sooner rather than later. He could vouch for them, it was the least he could do.

>>5746989
It takes a few rings, but eventually Mizuchi will pick up. The young samurai, despite attempts to sound like his usual self, is evidentially troubled. "Hey Jackie, what can I do for you?"

>>5746980
Sometime later, Mizuchi will approach Ramirez. He doesn't beat around the bush. "I can get us back in that tower. Give me a chance to make up for fucking the last one up."

Name: Mizuchi
Type: Assassin
Stats: HP 7/7, Edge 7/7, Move 6, Defense 8+1, Crit on 7
Factors: Hard 1, Cool 4, Sharp 2, Weird 4
Weapons: Pistol (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 4/8), Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 6), Katana (Melee, Damage 3, [Stance])
Gear: First Aid Kit (4/4 Uses), Bulletproof Suit (+1 Defense, +1 Edge)
Money: $20.483
Special Talent: Flash Step, Agility
Assets: Katana Coupe [Speed 2, Handling 1, Size 3], Movie Collection (Anime), Loud Apartment, Blue Cassette
Heat: 10
Wanted Level: 1

Rolled 9 + 4 (1d10 + 4)

>>5746918

>Heat 1
>Name:Afro
>Type:Psycho
>Hp 8/8[9/9]
>Edge 6/6
>Crt 6
>Defence 5[4]
>Move 5[6]
>Hard 2 Weird 4 Cool 1[0] Sharp 0
>Talent: Smash

>Gear:
>Number 3 headband [+1 HP +1 move]
>First aid kit

>Weapons:
>SMG(Range 10 Dmg 3 Ammo3/9 Auto Crt+1)
>Fists(Melee Dmg 2 Crt +1)
>Pistol(Range 10 Dmg 2 Ammo 4/8)

$8258

Afro took a drag out of his cigarette after a long day of hard work doing, well whatever it is that needs doing at the places tony owned. He's been feeling great lately after taking his meds so ninja ninja doesn't show up when he's out and about though he's still a bit sore in the arms where the boat hit him but he knows that will pass, he's a big guy after all. He took a deep breath taking in that fresh city air and waited for the bus since at the end of the day he's still broke as all hell and he has no money to spare at the moment.

'Something big is coming afro, you're gonna need to break out that bandana of yours out soon.' A familiar voice came up from behind making afro turn around to whoever spoke to him, but there was no one there. Perhaps he can ask a shrink to up the dosage on his meds, this kinda shit has been happening too often lately

>Dice are for being a bouncer at the blue mare. using weird instead of hard

>>5746998
"I need to buy swords." Despite Mizuchi's worrying lack of enthusiasm, Blackjack tries to remain cheery. "Wanna come along?" The hell got into Mizzy since they last spoke? Did he get dumped or something? Did Mitch's close down?

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>>5747001
oop forgot to put on the pic

Also to put in
>+1 weird for surviving a mission
>-1 cool for getting wasted

>>5746998
"No shit?" The bandaged enforcer stares at his diminutive colleague in shock.

"I was expecting us to have to hit Guardian again and hope for another of them blue disks." He says later as Mizuchi explains the details.

"This changes everything. I can transfer you some money to pay for it, but the rest of the crew will have to chip in. And don't feel bad, kid. That Tower was FUBAR all round."

>Transfer $20,000 to Mizuchi for the purposes of buying a Blue Disk

Rolled 8 + 8 (1d10 + 8)

>>5746997
>>5746907
monkaS
>Use 1/Chapter reroll from Nitrous

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>>5746936

Troubled dreams of dark water, drowning in infinite blackness.

Carmelita wakes up in a sweat, breathing heavily. It didn't end that way, she tells herself. There's air to breathe. She's alive.

Not that her current situation makes her feel great about it.

Her current home, if you can call it that, is the inside of a converted shipping container. Barely enough space to stand up or move around. She has a medical cot for a bed, a bucket, and some dollar store pajamas substituting for a hospital gown. That's it. Oh, and the handcuffs.

She's heard about places like this before. Part street doc, part private prison. You sent people here if you fucked them up and wanted them to get better, but not get away.

Still better than washing up as a floater. She'd seen them before, when patrolling the docks. Drowning victims whose bloated bodies had filled with gas, buoying them to the surface. Floaters.

She would have been one of them ...

The lock turns in the heavy reinforced door of the shipping container. Time for breakfast.

There's a small communal area where prisoners/patients are allowed to eat if they behave themselves. Luis is digging in to his morning ration of eggs, biscuit, and coffee. He waves her over. "Another day in paradise."

Unexpectedly, a third party joined their table, a person of imposing height and stature. Carmelita tensed as she looked up, ready to defend herself, but this person seemed to have words in mind.

"I imagine none of us expected to find ourselves here," says the Dragon.

Carmelita scowls as she jabs a blunt fork at her eggs. "I heard you've been enjoying the hospitalty here for a while."

Luis says, "Might be safer in here than out there these days. Not many of us left."

The three fell silent. They had all heard about the ship explosion. None of them knew whether Spider was alive, or what the future of the Syndicate was.

"The way things are going," Carmelita says. "Those crazy bastards might actually clean up the rest of us. Half the reason Spider put together the entire Syndicate was to overpower them, stop them from fucking things up. Didn't do us much good."

"Who can say?" the Dragon says. "Maybe they'll even do what we thought was impossible."

Luis protests. "The whole point of the agreement was we couldn't win, right? How can a bunch of weirdos do what half the city's gangs working together couldn't do?"

"If anyone can," the Dragon says. "It's them."

Carmelita had never felt good about accepting Spider's bargain. Later, when she found out the truth of things, she liked it even less. But she had accepted the brutal necessity of it all. Now the Freedom Square gang was going to ruin the whole thing ... and Carmelita wasn't sure she wanted them to fail.

The Dragon turned to look at one of the shipping containers. Its occupant hadn't come out since she arrived.

"I think it depends on her," the Dragon says. "Will she recover? And if so, can she become who she needs to be? Time will tell."

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>>5746903
Name: Heckler
Type: Enforcer
Stats: HP 9/9, Edge 10/10, Move 6, Defence 5, Crit on 10
Factors: Hard 3, Cool 1, Sharp 4, Move 1, Heat 1, Wanted 1
Weapons: Pistol (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 4/12), Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 9), AR (Range 20, DMG 3, Ammo 4/16, Auto)
Special Talent: Inspire (0AP, 1 Edge - Target a friendly who can see or hear you. This turn they gain +1 AP and +1 move. If they are knocked down, they stand up.)
Old Friends (Bonus Favours on mission)
Teamwork Tactics (+2 Aim, +1 move if standing adjacent to Heckler at start of turn)
Suppressive Fire (1 AP, 2 Ammo, Ends Turn - Target Area 2 within gun range, damage cover, impose -4 accuracy penalty on enemies, take reaction shot against first enemy who moves or ends their turn out of cover)
EXTREME TEAM (0 AP, 1 Edge - You and your teammate [Ramirez] attack a single enemy at the same time. They don't expend an action.)
Top 10 (Reroll a die)
Outfit: Utility Vest (+1 Magazine, +1 Gear Slot)
Gear: Ammo Bag (2 Uses), Smoke Grenades (2 Uses)
Cash: $82725
Assets: Bungalow (Bedroom, Bathroom, Kitchen, Living Room), Dock Warehouse (Office, Gym, Workshop), Mastodon with Turbo & Transmission (2/2/6 Transport - SUV, Durable), "Killer Queen",

Heckler doesn't really care all too much about the concerns going on right now. He really wanted to blow up Spider with his last rocket but he now can't because Spider blew himself up and everyone was chastising him for "friendly fire". Wasn't his fault that he apparently caught someone in the blast when it veered around the building he was aiming past.

Rolled 6 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>5746992
Name: Nishina Kaori
Type: Assassin
Stats: HP 6/6, Edge 10/10, Move 6, Defence 9, Crit on 8
Factors: Hard 0, Cool 4, Sharp 2+1, Weird 2
Weapons: Pistol (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 4/8), Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 7), Katana (Melee, Damage 3, [Stance] (1 AP 1/turn): Gain Block 1 and Counter 1)
Special Talents: Flurry of Blows, Steadfast, Mia's Lover, Top 10
Gear: First Aid Kit [Quick Heal] (1 AP, 4/4 uses): Heal yourself or a friendly next to you for 3 HP, and remove 1 debuff.
Cash: $16908
Heat: 0
Wanted: 0
Assets: Bulletproof 'Suit' (+1 Defence, +1 Edge), Two-Piece Suit (+1 Edge, Unequipped), Historical Artefacts (Family heirlooms)

>Gold Ticket to the Blue Mare, Mia

Nishina knows that this is a trap. It's a job for Mia. It always has been. Indulge a client, let them believe a bond exists, extract as much money as possible. She's just done it very well. But damn it, she's attached. It's a source of strength to Nishina, whatever Mia's feelings.

>>5746903
Name: Alamo
Type: Enforcer
Stats: HP 11/11, Armor 2, Edge 10/10, Move 6, Defense 4, Crit on 10
Weapons: Pistol (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 3/8), Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 9, +1 Hit), Shield [Block 2] (Provides Heavy Cover to allies when Blocking)
Factors: Hard 4+1, Cool 0, Sharp 4, Weird 0
Special Talent: Inspire [Shout] (0 AP, 1 Edge, Target friendly gains +1 AP and +1 Move. If they are knocked down, they stand up.
Blitz: (1 AP, 1 Edge) Move 10 directly towards an enemy and attack them for 3 damage + taunt. Gain Block 1.
Steadfast: (1 AP, 1 Edge) Gain Block 2 and Counter 2
Apprentice: +1 Accuracy with Melee Attacks
People's Champ: At the start of each mission gain +1 Hard Token
[Top 10]: 1/chapter, name and describe one of your character's favorite movies to reroll any die.
Utility Vest: +1 Magazine + Gear Slot
First Aid Kit: (1 AP, 4/4 Uses) Heal yourself or a friendly next to you for 3 HP, and remove 1 debuff.
Armor Vest: Block 2 damage 3 times before being ruined

Rebel ([Free],) 2 Speed, 1 Handling, 0 Size
Cash: 102630
Heat: 7

On his way out one the man notices a new hit. That fucker Ricardo Valdez. Alamo hates that song of his always being on the radio. If he can put a bullet in him and get paid then that would be a good day.
>Will Gunner, Lookout, or Infiltrate the Ricky Assassination

Rolled 13 (1d22)

>>5747003
There's a bit of silence on the other end, before Mizuchi speaks up again. "Yeah, I can do that. Been needing to anyway. That chainsaw freak dealt Stormsplitter a mortal blow. As for where, I know a guy, only deals to people passionate about the art of the blade. I'll vouch for you, and anyone else who wants to come along. Meet me at the corner of 5th Street, in Princeton, around 7PM." A bit of his normal self crept back through, perhaps it was being without a blade that troubled him.

>>5747005
Mizuchi nods and accepts the cash. "It's gonna take a bit more than this, but don't worry. Rainfall and I can split the difference, since they seem interested in the both of us. I'll handle the getaway, the Don's crew had to take out a lot of the mods I had installed, too damaged by machinegun fire to use, so the backseats are properly spaced again. That, and I'm without a blade at the moment, so I can't really do internal work. Oh, those mysterious voices, they also have explosives and breaching equipment available. I don't think that'll come in handy for the tower, but if there's anyone I trust with that kind of kit. It's a professional like you. Just give me a call if you need that stuff for our next job."

>>5746909
Before his seven o'clock at the Bird & Tortoise, Mizuchi would amble his way into the mystic's shop. His heart was troubled, and he needed to know what reason he had to exist with his vengeance and his fealty stolen from him. Perhaps the cards would provide an outlet for a release of the red haze in his mind.
>Spend $500 on a tarot reading, total cash remaining $39,983.

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>>5746903
Name: Napps
Type: Thug, Lv 2
COOL 2 | SHARP 0 | HARD 4 | WEIRD 1
HP 10/10 | Edge 7/7 | Move 5 | Def 6 | Crit on 9+
Gear: Armor Vest (reduce DMG by 2, three times, before lost)
Weapons:
Fists (Melee, 3 DMG (Bruiser), Crit Range +1)
Pistol (Range 10, 2 DMG, 4/8 Ammo)
Chainsaw (Melee, DMG 0, Ammo 8/8, [Rev it Up!] (0 AP, 1 Edge, 1 Ammo) - Until the round's end, +1 Move, cannot use gear/other weapons, +6 Dmg, costs Ammo to use.

Skills:
Top 10 (1/chapter, name & describe my character's favorite movie to reroll any die)
Die Hard (on death, exchange all remaining Edge for HP & second wind)
Posessions:
Cash: $8,628
Serious Armor (Req 4 HARD, +2 HP & Def, -1 Move)
[Equipped] Two-piece Suit (+1 Edge)
Grand ($15k value, 1/1/2, Sedan, Free Asset)
1 Blue Mare Gold Ticket
1 Box of Worm Medication
Mysterious Stranger's Attention

> Upgrade: +1 to HARD

Although the tall, leather-jacketed thug is nowhere to be seen at the hideout, a poster's taped to the wall, near a collection of flyers - a crudely drawn sword & a splash of blue draws the eye onto the remaining rough text of the flyer.
>>5746989
"To the Blue Haired SwordsWoman. I've heard you're planning a hit. I wanna make sure y'all come back from it. I've got Hard muscle. Call." Underneath, a phone number.
>Napps is now available as a gunner for the Ricardo Valdez Contract

Rolled 10 + 2 (1d10 + 2)

>>5747015
Nishina flushes, burying her face in her palms. "You... you enjoy this far too much. Fine. I promise I will try to stay safe. But-"

>>5747023
Jackie smiled, at hearing the life return to his voice. "Nice. See you there, I'll throw a call back to the safehouse, see if the new kids want to come ogle swords, but it'll probably just be us. A lot of them have 'real' jobs, or other business around that time." She would, in fact, only send an invitation to Rainfall, as Nishina and the other new assassin weren't basically her younger sister.

Moving to the counter, Blackjack dashed off a quick note, and left it pinned on the fridge, for Lena.

"Back Soon. Gone shopping.
-J"

-----

Going to retrieve her bike from the Iron Coffins garage (they found it, scratched, dented, and abused, after the highway chase), Jackie zips off towards the Bird & Tortoise, after spending a few hours doing legwork at the docks for Claire, keeping an eye open for reprisals from the friends of the Marelitos. Things seemed quiet, but... well, things had seemed quiet when the Boss got whacked, too.

Parking in front of the Bird & Tortoise, Jackie waited for Mizuchi and Rainfall, smoking a cigarette, looking for all the world like a random beach babe that decided to go downtown, nothing like the blood-spattered assassin that they knew.

>>5747031
>>5747016
"Alamo and Napps, joining the Valdez hit. Gotcha. Now we just need a fourth, and we're good to tell Claire we're going for it."

Rolled 10 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>5747037
"Th-that's not fair, I've never done this before. With anyone. You shoul-その手はどこへ行くのああだめだ"

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>>5747023
>Apply the Hanged Man fate, +1 Cool, +1 Weird, -1 Move
Mizuchi stops the mystic before she begins to reveal the three card spread, representing past, present, and future. "Please, Madame...Just...tell me what's right in front of me. I'm...I'm very lost, right now. My past is certain, and my future doesn't matter to me at all. All I need to know is the reason I keep moving today."

The mystic obliges, revealing only the center of the spread. The Hanged Man, a symbol of indecision and hesitation, but one that would reveal a path forward that would be missed otherwise. To say Mizuchi felt better would be a lie, but a certain steel reemerged in his heart. He was desperate for a purpose, he always had been. He had hoped he would find it here, but to know that the aimlessness he felt now was key to divining that made it far easier to bear. "Thank you for your service. The path I walk has never been easy, nor is it ever clear, but that is a samurai's burden."

To make up the difference between what was charged, and what was revealed, Madame Zara allows Mizuchi to take his Hanged Man with him. The samurai tucks the card safely into his jacket pocket. Its omen would carry him forward through what lay ahead, until its sway over his life came to an end.

>>5747041
Jackie arrives at 6:55. The man lived in Princeton, so it wasn't hard for him to make the trip. He seems surprised to see Jackie in her off duty attire, as he was still in his usual ballistic fiber suit, but he supposed she was living something closer to a normal life than him. "Heya Jackie, how's it been? It's weird seeing you casual like this, I gotta say." There was still an odd disquiet about the kid still, but he seemed a little more together than he was before.

Name: Mizuchi
Type: Assassin
Stats: HP 7/7, Edge 6/6, Move 6-1, Defense 8+2, Crit on 7-1
Factors: Hard 1, Cool 4+1, Sharp 1, Weird 4+1
Weapons: Pistol (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 4/8), Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 6), Katana (Melee, Damage 3, [Stance])
Gear: First Aid Kit (4/4 Uses), Bulletproof Suit (+1 Defense, +1 Edge)
Money: $39,983
Special Talent: Flash Step, Agility, Hanged Man's Fate (Temporary +1 Weird, Cool & -1 Move)
Assets: Katana Coupe [Speed 2, Handling 1, Size 3], Movie Collection (Anime), Loud Apartment, Blue Cassette
Heat: 10
Wanted Level: 1

>>5747048
"Oh, this?" Jackie tugs at the Hawaiian shirt's collar. "I got it from a Marelito from the last mission. Liked how it and these shades-" she taps the aviators she also stole from the guy she had choked out and tossed into the marina for this outfit, "-makes me look like Magnum P.I."

Hopping off her bike, her long, slender legs shining in the sunlight, Jackie looks over at the Bird and Tortoise, brushing her short platinum blonde hair back past her ears. "So, you know these guys well, yeah?" It's not obvious, with her shades, but Blackjack is on her toes, keeping an eye out all around.

>>5747046
"I... you confuse me greatly. I thought that... mrrrrgh." Nishina lowers her forehead onto the table, massaging her temples. She had thought she knew that it was a one-sided bond, but as ever, Mia had surprised her. Now she didn't know what to believe.

"Please just hold me closer for now. I need it."

>>5747053
Before Blackjack can reply, Nishina shows up. Her hair and clothes are a little dishevelled, highly unusual for the young woman. Neither knew her that well, but it was all but branded on her forehead that she was fastidious and orderly.

She had been hoping to find some kind of peace in the act of searching for a new sword in the places that she knew would house them of sufficient quality, but she had not been hoping to encounter anybody else in the process. Especially not people she knew and held some small level of connection with.

Nishina awkwardly runs her hands across her hair to try and smooth it out, with little success. She says nothing, hoping in vain to go unnoticed in her resplendent traditional dress.

>>5747053
"Huh, I was wondering what the deal with that was last time, well, more the machete you had. Is that why you wanted to come out here today?" He'll look at the restaurant as well. "Yeah, an old vet told me about the place a few months back. Took me ages to finally follow up, but it's legit. The elder running this place has that look in his eyes that anyone with the same can recognize. That of a vow to live and die by the blade. Just wait til you see his collection, I've never seen anything like it. It's like sword heaven, eh?"

>>5747056
Mizuchi blinks a few times, seeing Nishina in her definitely ancestral garb. "Kon'nichiwa, Nishina-san, anata mo kaimono ni kite imasu ka?" His Japanese didn't extend past the greeting, thankfully for Jackie. "Is that the traditional dress of your family? It's incredible! Must be a special occasion for you to break that out, eh?" If only he knew, if only he knew...

Rolled 4 + 3 (1d10 + 3)

>>5747031
When his eyes open, Napps is… not dazed - everyone's dazed when they wake up. But the headache he's got is killing him - with the ache over his chest adding fuel to the fire. He shuts his eyes, hoping the throb will work it's way out. In the meantime, he still had to figure out where he was. So, instead of blinding himself and turning his hangover into a migraine, he tried recalling how he got here - starting with the last major memory he had: the night at the docks.
He remembers dragging the Frenchman - Chien - onto the port, everyone splitting after the ocean fireball and the momentary debrief. His chest was burning - muscle pain from the chainsaw - The Fucking Chainsaw, strapped to his back - slowly stepping out from the flow of adrenaline. Somehow though, he got on a bus. Him, Chien, the boat hacker - Fiction - and the nervous girl, the one from the boat. Rainfall. They grabbed food to go, did a brief meet-and-greet on the bus to the base, dropped off the- Chien, at the safehouse, then...
…Shit, he stayed a few nights. The hole torn in his chest was fucking vicious, needed in-house doctor care. It was a blur, but he remembers waking up in the safehouse doctor's office, bandages wrapped over his tits - still hurt, but it was… ignorable. Nobody stopped him from leaving - knew he'd been gone for a few days from the number of parking tickets on the windshield.
After that… Mr. Vespucci. Invited Napps to the Mare to check-in, refresh, heal up. Would be better than sleeping in the car for a few days with sore wounds, and he had a ticket to cash in. Assumed that Talia'd be happy to know that someone she just met didn't die the day after meeting them.
>Spending Gold ticket on Talia, cumulative +3 to roll.

Rolled 6 + 4 (1d10 + 4)

>>5747016
With Alamo having his own hands busy, he calls for his gang to do another round of courier work. Though this time with their own vehicles. Mostly. Alamo lets Boone use his bike for the actual carrying and not just decoy work.

Biker Gang (Rider)
Four guys. Boone, Custard, Travis, Bowie
Vice: Aggression
Hard: 1
Cool: 2
Sharp: 0
Weird: 0

Rebel ([Free],) 2 Speed, 1 Handling, 0 Size

>>5747056
>>5747064
Looking at Nishina, Jackie smirks. She knows that look on Nishina's. Girl got some action and doesn't know how to feel about it. She won't tease the Japanese girl, though- they're all coworkers, now, after all. "Nice outfit." She mirrors Mizuchi's sentiments, giving her a slight smile, aviators reflecting the sunlight. "And, Mizuchi, you're right- there's something to katanas-" (pronounced ka-tay-nas) "-I feel like I do a lot better with 'em."

By now, Blackjack, with her beachcomber outfit, Mizuchi, in his work outfit, and Nishina, in full Japanese garb, were probably attracting quite a bit of attention- so Jackie nodded towards the Chinese place. "Wanna wait inside for the kid, Mizzy? Get some AC and some shade?"

>>5747074
"Yeah, I can't imagine using anything else myself. The katana is the most superior of blades, after all."

Mizuchi, living in his own world as usual, did not seem to notice the odd collection they made. "Sure, I'll get us a table, in case either of you or Rainfall haven't grabbed dinner. The food here is pretty good too. A man like the owner here wouldn't bother unless it was something he was equally dedicated to, after all"

>>5747064
>>5747074
Nishina looks between the two. Mizuchi, who does not know. Blackjack, who most certainly does. Mercifully, Blackjack doesn't let on, and Nishina flashes her a thankful look for not embarrassing her.

"It was indeed an important occasion," Nishina replies tactfully, hoping the heat she felt crawling up her neck at the statement was not visible. "I decided to find a new blade on the way back, as it seems you both have as well."

>>5747078
Nishina's eyes widen fractionally. "You know the owner?"

Name: Seline
Type: Operator (Lvl 3)
HP 7/7
Edge 8/8
Move 5+1
Defense 8+1

Cool: 4
Sharp: 2
Hard: 1
Weird: 0

Lightning Reload- One 0AP Reload/ Round.
Moonlighter- Advantage on one side job you roll during downtime.

DMR- Range 30, DMG 4, Ammo 3/9
Pistol- Range 10, DMG 2, 4/8 Ammo
Fists- DMG 2, Crit+1

Cool Suit: +1 Defence, +1 Edge
Fancy Clothes: +1 Defence
Ammo Bag (1 More)

Ammo Bag (Deploy) (1 AP, 2 Uses), Deploy ammo bag adjacent. Friendlies next to it can use (Restock) (2 AP, 2 uses) to fully restore magazines and reserve ammo.

>Cash: $72900

>Heat: 5

Overturned Dirthog (0 Speed, 3 Handling, 0 Size, Off-Road, Sports Suspension)
Loud Apartment (Workshop, Bedroom, Kitchen, Bathroom)
Secure Warehouse (Workshop+, Security+, 5x Bedroom, Office, Bathroom, Kitchen, Studio)

Machinist Apprentices (2 Sharp, 1 Cool, Paranoid)

>>5746975
Seline turns up personally, wearing a metallic mask and festooned with weaponry. You’ll never figure how she manages to carry so much with so little issue…

Despite practically wilting from fear and anticipation, she seems ready to take part.

>>5747079
Mizuchi nods. "Like I was telling Jackie, I got a lead here a bit back. I came to investigate a week or so ago. He recognized me as a fellow follower of the way of the sword, and so granted me access to his collection of wares."

>>5747078
>>5747079
>>5747086
Blackjack fights the urge to laugh, smirk, or otherwise tease the small Japanese girl as she enters the Bird and Tortoise with Mizuchi and Nishinah. It's getting harder and harder as the swordswoman just gets even more flustered- she's downright adorable. "I'm hoping for something more durable than my last few swords- even if I have to shell out for more than 30 bucks." Jackie shrugs, nonchalantly, as if what she had just said wasn't abjectly horrifying to the properly trained swordswoman and the anime fan. "Though that shouldn't be an issue, collectors like this guy probably have better weapons than pawn shops do."

>>5747081
To focus herself, Seline goes out to do one of the things she does best, to her own surprise.

Driving very, *very* fast.

> Buy a Zero, Tune it with +1 Handling and a Handling Reroll.
> Take on the Central City Circuit

Rolled 4 + 8 (1d10 + 8)

….let’s try that again.

Rolled 6 + 8 (1d10 + 8)

Close, but not quite. At the final turns, I push just a bit further….

>>5747089
"Th-thirty dollars? That is..." Nishina coughs into her fist, wiping the shock off her face. "You can be certain that you will find weapons of higher quality in this establishment. I do not know the man, but I understand his type."

If the owner had indeed recognised something in Mizuchi, then it would appear that she had underestimated the young man's conviction. Yet another misjudgement of character that she had made recently.

Rolled 4 + 8 (1d10 + 8)

……..

[Top 10]

From the vaguest corner of my mind, I recall one of my uncles always had some documentary on… probably the only one he had. Was it… Chariots of Flame?

>>5747089
Mizuchi seems less incredulous at the price and more the fact she'd broken this many. "I need to give you some maintenance tips. Stormsplitter served me well until now, despite being similarly priced."

It was close, very close.

But in the end, some things weren’t meant to be.

Awed by the other’s display of speed, all I can do is just barely catch their tail….

Next time. There’s always another day.

>>5746903
>Another day, another contract: Gain {Spook}{Top 10}
>
>>5746989
>Putting my candidacy for Infiltrator on the Ricky Valdez assassination
(Currently at the restaurant so I'll try to post something good for this)

Name: Tobias Rieper
Type: Brain
Stats: HP 7/7, Edge 8/8, Move 6(7), Defence 6, Crit on 6
Factors: Hard 0, Cool 0, Sharp 2, Weird 4
Weapons: Pistols (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 4/8), Fists
Clothes: Custom Mask {Disguise} (+Hp, +Move)
Gear: Armor Vest (3), Frag Grenades (3/3), [40500$]
Special Talent: {Infiltration}{Spook}{Top 10}
=Heat: 2
[Phone Number?]
[48758$]

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Rolled 9 (1d22)

>>5747016
A walk through remnants of his patrol routes and old haunts has Alamo remembering something Napps mentioned. A woman that claims to know the future. With some cash in his wallet and a worrying job coming up the man decides to pay the woman a visit. It takes him almost a half hour to find the right alley. But his glare keeps any shitheads from bothering him. He has to crouch through the doorway. As she steps inside the woman is already setting out cards on the table between them. "So you the woman to see about future seeing or whatever? Better not be some scam or I'll get my money back."

Madame Zara watches, shuffling the cards around on the table. A brief explanation has Alamo sigh before coughing. The place was so filled with smoke even a bar in Texas wouldn't be able to bottom out the air quality. He was already there, so Alamo picked up a card at random.

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>>5747067
It was just good to see Talia again. They didn't get as intimate or as… in-depth? As last time, but that's for the best - his injuries were still aching, sore and distracted from the… everything, that happened. Gave them time to just chat in a more casual spot. It was nice. Let him chill, unwind for... shit. He really needed that.

Two things pulled him out from his memories of the last night: a pang of ache from his head, and a heavy growl from his stomach. One reminded him that, aside from the table teases he ate with Talia, he hadn't eaten since the night at the docks - explains why the other was hitting so hard. Resolving himself to move towards the nearest buffet, he pulled himself up - recongizing the backroom of the Blue Mare from his bouncer shift, but not the stuffed basket resting on the table, next to his jacket and wrecked glasses. At the top, a thick wad of cash, the words "Napps' Cut" written on the wrapping money strap thing, and a note on the handle - "A gift from the Empress."

The growling stomach reminded him of his need to feed - and how thinking smart doesn't come to him well on an empty stomach. He makes a note to check back in on this "Empress," as well as on Rainfall, his car, that sponsor from the fight club, make sure the suit & chainsaw are still at the base... maybe a to-do list would be good. For now, he grabs the basket, throws his jacket on, the sunglasses into the pocket - and moves for the closest place to eat.
>+1 Temporary to HARD
>+1 Mystery Gift Basket

>>5747104
Nishina's incredulous gaze redoubles itself in Mizuchi's direction at the admission.

"あなたもですか?天の助けだ。"
[You too? Heavens help me.]

>>5746989
>>5747016
>>5747031
>>5747106
>Ricky Valdez Assassination
Pointman: Blackjack
Gunner: Napps
Lookout: Alamo
Infiltrator: Tobias

>>5746907
After her outing with the rest of the katana wielders, Blackjack would go to Claire's office, appearing from behind her, once again, sneaking up on the young woman for entertainment's sake. "Hey." Smirking, while removing her aviator sunglasses, Blackjack will jerk her thumb towards the common room of the warehouse. "I've got a crew for the Valdez hit. Do we have the go-ahead, Claire?"

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>>5747108
Alamo looks at the card then the woman. "It says Strength on it. So I'm this lion, right?"

Before the Madame can give a full explanation Alamo cuts her off. "So good things are coming my way due to my bravery and power? Well no shit. Keep the change."

On his way out Alamo whistles. Why was he getting worried? He'd killed plenty of tough motherfuckers. If he had to kill some tougher motherfuckers he'd come out on top. He always did.

>>5747110
"I am unashamed to admit that I fear asking this question, but how /do/ you both care for your blades?"

>>5747126
"Well, you can get angle grinders at Home Depot. But I found that kitchen knife sharpeners work just as well." Jackie drums her fingers on the table that the three assassins were seated at, waiting on her rice and beef skewers. "I'm guessing that genuine collector's items not made in a Korean sweatshop need different care than the swords I had?" At Nishinah's horrified look, Jackie asks the second question, seemingly unaware of the distress she is causing sword-lovers all around the world.

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>>5747111
"God, please, yes. Get it done as soon as you can, I'm so sick of that song on the radio all the time!"

>>5747130
Nishina looks about ready to faint at the mention of an angle grinder being used on a sword.

"Yes. Yes, absolutely."

She casts a hopeful glance towards Mizuchi, internally pleading that his sword maintenance is less of an abomination.

Rolled 10 + 4 (1d10 + 4)

>>5747147
Alamo gets into position to keep lookout. He'd prefer to do something more intense, but whatever is needed to get the job done.

Rolled 5 + 4 (1d10 + 4)

>>5747147
"Your wish is my command."
>dice for the Valdez hit

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Rolled 10 + 5 (1d10 + 5)

>>5747111
>>5747147
Napps takes position, guns in hand. The chainsaw would've brought some extra firepower to the mission - but he didn't want to call too much attention. Any attention right now would've put the mission in jeopardy. Besides, he wanted to give himself a few more days before trying it out, at least. A few more days to heal the wound on his chest - to fade out the memory of looking down at his wound, seeing the bloodied trench stop right where his now-busted glasses had rested on his shirt. Or maybe he should remember that a little longer. As the team moved, two thoughts crossed his mind before he let them grow blank for the mission.
1) Keep the team safe, and they'll keep you safe.
2) Remember to buy new glasses.

>>5746940
Don't forget your 500 bucks can buy you something nice like a Suit. And a free other asset.

>>5746907
>>5746998
Ramirez would send the word out to his trusted heisters, plus Mizuchi.

"Alright, we've got a line on a second shot at the Tower. I don't know about you, but I'm eager to make up for last time. I know Alamo's already setting up a crew to hit the place, but that's no reason to not have a go ourselves. I trust you guys to get it done.

>Sign on sheet for Tower Vault heist team 2: Ramirez as Gunner, Rainfall as Point(wo)man(let), Heckler as Hacker, and Mizuchi as Driver, assuming they reply to this with confirmation. And assuming Rainfall transfers 20k to Mizuchi to buy a blue disk.

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Rolled 1 + 2 (1d10 + 2)

>>5747147
Diana: Good evening, 47. Your next assignment takes you to the vibrant and chaotic streets of Heat City. Our client, who remains anonymous, has a strong desire to silence the music sensation known as Ricardo "Ricky" Valdez.

Ricky Valdez, also known as the Latin heartthrob with a voice as smooth as his moves, has skyrocketed to fame with his hit song "Heartbeat." However, his chart-topping success hasn't come without controversy. Valdez's recent breakup with synth-pop princess Daisy 'Daydream' Diaz has dominated the headlines and raised questions about his future in the music industry.

Valdez has retreated from the public eye, seeking refuge in the Varadero Hotel. It seems that he's chosen to hole up under the protection of the Marielitos, a notorious gang of Heat City. While the reasons behind our client's request remain shrouded in mystery, our objective is clear: eliminate Ricardo Valdez.

Your primary point of entry will be the Varadero Hotel's rear entrance, accessible through a small alleyway. Be mindful, 47 – the Marielitos are on guard, so expect heightened security. Your target is likely to be surrounded by his entourage and gang members, so blending in and maintaining a low profile will be key.

The Varadero Hotel is a maze of luxury and excess, but your focus should remain on Valdez. Gather intel, observe his routines, and exploit any opportunities that arise. It's worth noting that the hotel's main nightclub, "Sirens," holds sentimental value to Valdez and might offer a chance to isolate him.

As always, I've uploaded additional information to your agency tablet. The clock is ticking, 47. Approach this mission with your trademark precision and adaptability then give your team the moment to strike. The fate of Heat City's nightclubs may hang in the balance.

Best of luck.

>Use Sharp 2 for Infiltration

Rolled 8, 2, 5 = 15 (3d10)

>>5747168
>>5747171
>>5747192
>>5747219
Luxury Loot Rolls.

>>5747227
>Electronics
>Cocaine
>Green Disk

>Total Take: $158,500

Ricky Valdez Assassination Payout:
>Blackjack: $39,625
>Alamo: $39,625
>Napps: $39,625 + Demo Tape
>Tobias: $39,625

>>5747231
Also, Alamo, Napps, Tobias, feel free to take the Green Disk, I don't need or want it.

>>5747231
Blackjack, wearing a white linen suit, was spattered with red, smoking and sitting on top of a fat Cuban bodyguard's headless corpse. Cutting her way through the Marelitos? Simple. Doing it quietly and in such a way that it allowed Napps to approach the target with a suppressed pistol, without causing a firefight, and alerting the world to their presence? Much more difficult. There were some close calls, of course- but in the end, they were dead, Jackie, Napps, Alamo, and Tobias were good as paid, and Jackie made more money in a single night than most schlubs would see in half a year.

Looking into the decapitated head's eyes, Jackie finishes her cigarette, stands up, and stubs the cigarette out in a glass of whiskey, before pocketing the source of DNA. Punting the head out of her way, Jackie has a neutral expression when she leaves the hotel- killing the Marelitos didn't bring her any pleasure, somehow. Even though she HATED those assholes. Maybe revenge is utterly futile, and killing gang members who were guarding a celebrity was pointless.

... Or maybe it's just because Carmelita (that bitch) is still alive. Either reason was equally possible.

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>>5747016
>>5747167
>>5747130
>>5747104
The group watches as a completely bored looking Alamo leaves the back where well respected blades were said to be in. In one hand is a takeout bag and the other what is clearly a sword wrapped up in a sheet of high quality silk. In his jeans, leather jacket, and t-shirt Alamo walks through the Chinese restaurant and leaves without saying a word.

>>5747246
-42000 for 「Azure Dragon」
108255 leftover

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Rolled 4 + 3 (1d10 + 3)

>>5746903
>Name
Horace II
Isn't that precious.
There she is, standing alone in front of a small mural she'd made herself, looking down at the patterns on a horrible tie she'd found. Something to remember a dear friend by, one the cops said to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It's enough to bring a tear to your eye. It isn't right. It isn't fair! Gone without a trace for a week then turning up dead in a dockyard shootout like he was nobody at all. The longer Horace looked at the patterns on tie, swirling and slashing and clashing against each other the bigger the knot of rage inside her stomach grew.
It wasn't right, it wasn't fair, and somebody was to blame. She's going to find out who.

>Type
Assassin

>Attributes:
Hard 0 - HP 6/6
Cool 2 - Defense 6[7]
Sharp 0 - Edge 5/5
Weird 3 - Crit on 7+
Move - 6

>Skills:
Agility

>Weapons and Gear:
Pistol - Range 10, Dmg 2, Ammo 4/8
Fists - Melee, Dmg 2, +1 CRIT
Katana (Zweihander) - Melee, Dmg 3, [Stance]

Armor Vest - Block 2 Dmg [3/3]
Stylish Clothes (Abhorrent Tie) - [DEF +1]
Cash - $225
[Free Asset] - Ronin Motorcycle

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>Cause some MAYHEM for the dearly departed

Rolled 10 (1d22)

>>5746899
>Rolling for Tarot

[Psycho] Alan
C: 2 H: 4 S: 0 W: 4
HP: 12/12 Edge: 6/6 Move: 7(6) Defence: 6(8) Crit on 6-10
[Load-out]
[Fists] Rng: Melee Dmg: 2
[Shotgun] Rng: 10 Dmg: 4 Amm: 1/4 {Breach}
[Pistol] Rng: 10 Dmg: 2 Amm: 1/8
[Skills]
[Hurting Other People] +1 Damage if you are not at Max HP
[Steadfast] Spend 1 AP and 1 Edge to gain 2 Block and 2 Counter
>[Gear]
[Cash]: $14876
[First Aid Kit] (2/4)
[Serious Armor] +2 Defense, +2 Health, -1 Move
[White Lightning]: Knock yourself down and gain 5 Edge (0/1)
[Bouncer Cool Token]
[Furious Focus]: At the start of your turn, if you have 0 Edge, gain 1 Edge
[Heat] 8
>[Stash]
Money:
[Stylish Clothes](Changshan): +1 Defense
[Stylish Clothes](Darth Vader): +1 Defense
[Stylish Clothes](Qipao): +1 Defense
[Stylish Clothes](Clawbacca): +1 Defense
[Stylish Clothes](Cassock): +1 Defense
[Stylish Clothes](Business Casual): +1 Defense
[Studio Loft] + [Bedroom Upgrade] + [Bathroom Upgrade] + [Livingroom Upgrade]
[Dirt Bike] 0/3/0 + Transmission and Tires
[Bravado Coupe] 2/3/1 (Shared ownership with Badger) Engine Tuning and Turbo+Racing Tires and Transmission+Nitrous+Sport Suspension
[Gang] Weird +3 Detectives, Addict Downside

>>5747244
>>5747231
Name: Napps
Type: Thug, Lv 2
COOL 2 | SHARP 0 | HARD 5 | WEIRD 1
HP 11/11 | Edge 7/7 | Move 5 | Def 6 | Crit on 9+
Gear: Armor Vest (reduce DMG by 2, three times, before lost)
Weapons:
Fists (Melee, 2 DMG, Crit Range +1)
AR (Range 20, Dmg 3, Ammo 4/12, Auto)
Pistol (Range 10, 2 DMG, 4/8 Ammo)
Chainsaw (Melee, DMG 0, Ammo 8/8, [Rev it Up!] (0 AP, 1 Edge, 1 Ammo) - Until the round's end, +1 Move, cannot use gear/other weapons, +6 Dmg, costs Ammo to use.

Skills:
[Top 10] (1/chapter, name & describe my character's favorite movie to reroll any die)
[Latin Beat] (0 AP, 1 Edge): Gain +2 Move and +2 Defense this round.
Die Hard (on death, exchange all remaining Edge for HP & second wind)
Posessions:
Cash: $48,253
Serious Armor (Req 4 HARD, +2 HP & Def, -1 Move)
[Equipped] Two-piece Suit (+1 Edge)
Grand ($15k value, 1/1/2, Sedan)
Green Disk
Demo Tape (Grants [Latin Beat])
1 Mystery Gift Basket from Empress
1 Box of Worm Medication
Mysterious Stranger's Attention

>Napps has obtained the green disk! He has no idea what to do with it!

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Rolled 8 + 3 (1d10 + 3)

>>5746899
>Using my Dectives Mallard Gasgone and his partner Kai Kusanagi to look into Ray and Angela's past using Weird.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>5747257
>Mayhem 7!
Roll for STREET LOOT

Rolled 1, 2 = 3 (2d5)

>>5747274
>Crack rock, crack rock - +$4000 [$4225 Total]
Rolls for +1 to 2 random stats!

>>5747246
Mizuchi simply blinks a few times, pausing from the noodles he was eating. He never took Alamo for the type to be interested in swordplay. Interesting times he lived in.

>>5747207
>Confirm as driver for Ramirez's tower run, setting aside 30000 dollars to purchase a blue disk pending Rainfall's contribution of 20000.
>Spend $9,500 upgrading the Katana Coupe with Engine Tuning, Racing Tires, and Nitrous
"Let's score this time, eh?"

Name: Mizuchi
Type: Assassin
Stats: HP 7/7, Edge 6/6, Move 6-1, Defense 8+2, Crit on 7-1
Factors: Hard 1, Cool 4+1, Sharp 1, Weird 4+1
Weapons: Pistol (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 4/8), Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 6), Katana (Melee, Damage 3, [Stance])
Gear: First Aid Kit (4/4 Uses), Bulletproof Suit (+1 Defense, +1 Edge)
Money: $483
Special Talent: Flash Step, Agility, Hanged Man's Fate (Temporary +1 Weird, Cool & -1 Move)
Assets: Katana Coupe w/ Engine Tuning, Racing TIres, and Nitrous [Speed 2+1, Handling 1+1, Size 3], Movie Collection (Anime), Loud Apartment, Blue Cassette
Heat: 10
Wanted Level: 1

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>>5746975
Empress rolls out of bed to answer the phone.
"Tower raid? Yeah, I think we can pull it off."
She clicks the TV on as she slips out of her nightgown and into something a bit more mission-appropriate.
Ricky Valdez found dead in his hotel room? Damn, crazy world.
Nicely clothed and geared-up, Empress is ready to take on the tower. Today's outfit is athleticwear with tactical webbing and a zip-up jacket to hide her gear.

She waits idly in the gang hideout's lounge, making it clear that she's open for conversation to kill time on the lead-up to the tower raid.


Name: Empress
Type: Thug
Stats: HP 10/10, Edge 5/5, Move 6, Defense 9, Crit on 10
Attributes: Hard 4, Cool 4, Sharp 0, Weird 0

Weapons:
Shotgun (Range 10, Damage 4, Ammo 4/8, Breach)
Sheathed Dao (Melee, Damage 3, Heavy [Cleave 3, Knockdown, Knockback 2])
Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 9)

Gear: First Aid Kit (4/4)
Special Talents: Die Hard, Moonlighter
Items: Stylish Clothes
Cash: $14,753

Rolled 10 + 6 (1d10 + 6)

>>5747276
>Attributes:
Hard 0[1] - HP [7/7]
Cool 2[3] - Defense 6[8]
Sharp 0 - Edge 5/5
Weird 3 - Crit on 7+
Move 6 - HEAT 2

>Skills:
Agility

>Weapons and Gear:
Pistol - Range 10, Dmg 2, Ammo 4/8
Fists - Melee, Dmg 2, +1 CRIT
Katana (Zweihander) - Melee, Dmg 3, [Stance]

Armor Vest - Block 2 Dmg [3/3]
Stylish Clothes (Abhorrent Tie) - [DEF +1]
Cash - $4225
[Free Asset] Ronin Motorcycle - 3/2/0

------

Hard drugs and a harder adrenaline high. Not much to go on, but Horace doesn't go for the rock as much as the rush. Born killer, just like the last. I like that. Maybe following the crack can steer her in the right direction. Emphasis on steer.
>Race in the FLAMINGO FURIOUS

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>>5746936
Arriving at the meeting late Alan shows up carrying two full paper bags marked with the bright red symbol of Mr Burger, Heat City's more niche but growing in popularity urban fast food chain. He placed them on a nearby desk with a smile and addresses the room

"Help yourselves guys I got about two dozen Bacon Bun Jovi, Gouda as Gold and Five Alarm burgers along with a bunch of fries. Should still have some pop in the fridge unless somebody drank it all yeah."

>>5746940
He walks towards the newbie and pats him happily across the back.

"Hey new guy, nice to meet you. I'm Alan."
>Btw you can pick TWO more gear items since you have the Gym Bag (3 Items total) or you could just use 3 Armor Vests.

>>5747265
>>5747244
Leaning against the brick walls, sirens and flashing lights echoing several blocks away from them, Napps lets out a silent sigh of relief. The mission went flawlessly. Alamo and Blackjack - he got their names nailed this time, certainly - both did their parts well, giving Napps ample opportunity to put down the target. Their fourth... dammit, he didn't remember. All he knew was that their fourth was supposed to mess with security, keep shit chill and off their backs. Didn't see much of him, or remember their name, but the lack of panic or frustration in the team's leader told him that their fourth had gotten out safe.

And their reward? Fat stacks - fatter than what he'd gotten out of the docks, easily enough to cover food for a while. Hell, he might even have enough to call for a place to stay. With actual roofs and shit. Would be better than sharing a bed space with others, or hoping against car-muggers waking him up. Aside from that, he got a music tape - grabbed it on instinct when it was time to go, stashed into his pocket. Could listen to it in the car, or find some way for the others to listen to it.

As for the green CD… he didn't know what to make of it. Blackjack just snorted when she saw it, said they had plenty like it. Didn't make it any less worthwhile. Maybe. He'll make an evening of it, listening to it.
Speaking of whom, the neon swordswoman was prepping to head out, split off, diss the heat, etc. Would be smart, a good move to make. Napps should be heading out too, but… She knew her way around. She got the look of respect from the others - he could tell she'd been around for a while. She might know people. People like...

He pushed off the brick wall and called out to her before she could vanish into the night.
"Boss, a word?" "You've run with this crew for a while, right? You've met people, known people. Any… does the name 'Empress' ring any bells?"

>>5747306
Jackie turned at 'a word', unused to being called 'boss'. "Yeah?" Listening to Napps, Blackjack nods, raising an eyebrow. "That's the blonde Ruskie with some massive... networks, who helps us out." Shrugging, Jackie lights a cig, and offers it to the thug. "Want one? You did a kickass job back in there." If he accepts, Jackie goes quiet while he takes a drag- and if not, well, it's lit already, and she smokes it herself. "Probably in bed with what remains of the Mafiya after the Patriot was done with 'em, or the KGB. Why?"

>>5747294
‘Ah… hello, Empress?’

Seline slinks back into the hideout, visibly jittery- dangerously jittery, given how much gunpowder adorned her ragged frame. She checks about for the others, but… most seem to be absent. Even Alamo, who had greeted her.

Well, no rush. For now.

Overarmed and unnerved, she sits next to you.

‘…do you.. know who’s doing what? Driver only told me, to be ready.. to kill people.’

I say the last phrase with tangible hesitancy, made absurd by the not one but two brutal skirmishes I’ve already fought in.

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>>5746899
>>5747302

The psycho then goes towards their mission control and planner Claire, eager to talk to her about how she's doing.

"Hey Claire, hope you're doing alright. I know we don't say this enough but thank you so much for everything you've done for the gang. We'd be lost without you, especially since you probably could have just sold that bag of coke you stole from your evidence locker and ran haha."

Alan was off, he was always slightly off. His smile reached just a hair too high and his eyes had a tendency to gloss over when he was talking as if he was looking past whoever he was talking to. After a few beers and underneath a neon glow it wasn't too visible but his eccentricity was on full display under the fluorescent safehouse bulbs. Beneath all the strangeness, Claire could tell was the voice of somebody genuinely concerned and appreciative of her work but didn't fully understand how to express that appreciation.

"I've got time so if you could use some help with the Pre-Plan I'd be happy to help, wouldn't want you to do everything on your own especially now that Angela's in the Hospital."

Not that she needed anybody to protect her since Alan was sure Claire was some sort of undercover SWAT agent, maybe FBI or NSA. Or possibly a sleeper agent from Mossad, they had redheads right or was he misremembering?

"I've also got some questions about... well the gang before all this went down. I trust you and Angela enough but it seems like your ghosts are starting to catch up with you both and I think it's only fair that we got a clearer picture of what's happening."

"..."

"I don't mean to pry but, If you're willing to tell me I wanna know what's going on with Angela and Ray or You and Spider or even if there's anything important you both are hiding from us."

He let the silence drag for a moment, feeling too awkward to meet Claire's eyes before chuckling to himself.

"You can rely on some of us at least definitely not me but maybe Ramirez or Mizuchi! They're basically the main characters."

>Help Claire anyway I can and ask Claire about the gang's past if she's willing to talk.

>>5747300
>Flamingo Furious - 16, Beat the Don!
+$5000 [$9225 Total]
+[FURIOUS FOCUS] - Welcome to the familia

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She'd always liked bikes, used to help her papa work on them for hours. It'd be criminal if she didn't know how to ride one. And according to Don Torino, it'd be criminal if she didn't come by for dinner with the familia. As luck would have it, she had another soft spot for Mexican home cooking.

Just like that, Horace was in there like swimwear. Aside from the awe inspiring chop shops and mechanic's lairs, the familia had connections and contacts she was more than willing to put to work. From here, finding out who started the shootout at the docks was simple. She just needed someone to pick up the phone...

Rolled 2 + 8 (1d10 + 8)

>>5746903

>Central City Circuit
"I'm going for a strike!"

Name: Strike
Type: Operator
HP 7/7
Edge 9/9
Move 6
Defense 9+1
Crt:10

Cool: 4
Sharp: 4
Hard: 0
Weird: 0

Talent:
Shootdodge (0ap, 1edge)
Lightning Reload (Reload good)
Furious Focus (At the start of turns, if 0 edge, gain 1)
Weapons:
Dblpistol (RNG:10, DMG 2, AMMO: 4/4)
Fists (MLE, DMG 2, CRT+1)
Gear:
Armor Vest(3x damage blocked 2x)
Zero: 3/4/1 (Engine Tune, Tires, Nitrous, Suspension)
Cash: $25311
Drip: BulletProof suit


Coming into the gang's hideout, Strike makes no overt effort to contact anyone. It's getting harder to approach strangers the older he gets, it gets even harder when he remembers most of these are genuine criminals. But he can't think like that, after all, he's thrown in his lot with them. His old buddies on the force, hell, his neighbors would all be appalled at him now. It's just that... this is what he needs to do now, this is all he can do now. Strike has become a slave to his responsibilities, and his greed.

>>5747294
>>5747313
At this point, Strike can only see two people in the hideout, both are next to each other, but he only wants to speak to one. Well, manners never made the world worse.

"Good morning ladies." Strike dips his helmeted head towards them respectfully, "Empress, word is around the hideout you still have contacts? The quiet kind I mean."

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Rolled 8 + 3 (1d10 + 3)

>>5747349
>Central City Circuit
>Rolled a 10
>Rolling next phase

(Phase: Racing Flashback)
Sweat drips down Strike's forehead, fogging up his helmet's visor. That same feeling he used to get during a bad bust, this was it, he might wreck right here and lose it all. The logical side of his mind told him to stop, simply pull out. But we can't do that. Was he made of stern enough stuff to resist these other drivers, he'd find out in about thirty seconds...

"I need a new car."

>>5747353
"It's a ssSTTRRIIIKKKEE!!"

[Wrecked] :(

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>>5747312
It'd be rude to refuse. He takes it, a light puff pushing smoke from his mouth like warm breath in the cold, before he responds.

"Thanks. Wouldn't've been able to pull it off so smooth without you and Alamo. The two of you made certain the mission would go successful. Tobias… dunno. I'd like to think he did something."
His eyes are focused on the cigarette, staring at the embers falling off like pebbles from a cliff, before taking another drag and looking at Blackjack. He didn't wanna tell her the full story - even when he himself didn't know the full story.

So, a half-truth. "She gave me my cut. Gave me the impression that she was grateful to me for… something. Don't know what, but I'd rather find out. Don't like being kept in the dark on something I did."

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Rolled 9 + 7 (1d10 + 7)

>>5747008
>>5746997
"Not bad driving out there.
Though you looked like you were going to stall a couple of times out there..."

Don Torino was right. This was a close shave even for him.
The Lancer was already a fast car, even better with the adjustments he got the garage. It was an impounded car he was using for undercover operations
but the stick shift was faulty. But this race made "Rico" understand why so many officers out there lost out in a chase.

"Well I couldn't have made it without you. The nitrous was really what allowed me to catch up in the end..."

"How does it feel?"

He thought for a second. Sure it was a bit like doping your car. But the Lancer was built for it now. It was simply part of the systems
and made for a truly fair race between them
"...You know some people would say that 'it's a crutch' or 'you need to be more skilled. But that ain't me amigo.
Sometimes, you got to trust in the skill of flicking the nitrous on the right time. Ain't that right."

"Yes, except there's one thing you got wrong in that statement..."

Don Torino looked harshly, as if he was evaluating him, analyzing him. No way...was his cover blown? Though Don Torino wasn't stranger to meeting
and getting undercovers around him it most if not all of them got caught one way or another. Was this it?

"I'm not your 'amigo'..."

A sweat ran on Rico's temple

"We're Familia." The Don smiled and tossed over the winnings and a letter. "Here" he said "Call that a letter of recommendation to the Central City Circuit."

"Sweet...Although..." Rico to the surprise of Don Torino handed the winnings back to him.

"My handling ain't exactly up to stuff hermano*. So I think I'll be passing by the shop for an upgrade."

"So you know what kind of race your going into huh? Sure. Just pass by the shop and we'll get you hooked up."

They each nodded to each other and after a donut left in the Heat City Night.

>Gained $5000 USD and [Furious Focus]. We're Famillia now.
>Spend $3000 on Racing Tires and Transmission Overhaul (+1 handling)
>Spend $3500 on Sport Suspension (+1 handling reroll/chapter)

>>5746907
>Participate in the Central City Circuit with the Lancer (4S/3H/1Sz)

>>5747359
Jackie frowns. "Well, now, that's interesting." Taking off her blood-stained jacket, and draping it over her shoulder, (inside-out so the blood is mostly hidden), Jackie looks deep into Napps' eyes, her piercing blue meeting his own. "Gonna be honest. I don't know shit about the inner workings of her business for the gang. And I don't know anything about what you might've done for her." Jackie leans back against the brick wall. "But whatever Empress does, it's for a reason. Even if it doesn't seem like it." She shrugs, white t-shirt wrinkling with the motion. "Do you want my personal advice, or my professional advice?"

>>5747313
Empress sagely nods her head.
"Lots of people are doing lots of things. Plenty of them don't require killing, either. Were you looking to get in on some action?"
You can see that Empress's mood has brightened a bit at not only having a conversation partner, but also someone to help out.

>>5747376
‘… we were hired to rob the Tower Vault.’, I remind her.

‘….My task… to kill those in our way. Dangerous, but…

…money. Yourself?’

>>5747349
Empress's smile widens as Strike approaches.
"Quiet contacts? I have a few little sisters who get plenty of work done in Heat City. Was there something you needed?"

>>5747379
"You're on the job, too? And you're a gunner?"
Empress frowns as she unzips her jacket to reveal her weapons.
"Looks like I might have to be the driver, then?"

>>5747385
‘…point-woman.’

I tap the brace of pistols by my side, four in total and somehow strange.

My brief bout of confidence seems to falter at the misunderstanding. Rendered awkward, I shuffle, seated, in place as Empress has two conversations at once.

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>5747354
"...."

>>5747381

"Don't smile too hard just yet. I mean the clean kind, something like a babysitter, except your contact will never have to be involved. You see, the gang is getting steady work, that's good. But I have someone I need to watch over. For certain reasons, I am compelled to keep tabs on a certain someone, only I can't keep hovering around them. Still game?" Strike watches the third member of their circle squirm around for a bit, then relaxes onto a nearby table.

>>5747387

"Miss, for a killer you sure are anxious. Relax a little."

>>5747373
"Both would be useful."

>>5747387
Empress's frown turns upside down as she carefully zips her jacket back up.
"Ah, right, that was a position. Looks like we're all good, then. Care to lounge with me for a bit before we start, or do you want to stretch your legs with some other work?

>>5747393
"Something like a babysitter? Can you fill me in on the details? I might have someone who can help."

>>5747401
"Well, professional me wants to tell you to take the money and stop worrying. Assholes like us wouldn't see this type of cash if we were legit, anyway." Jackie looks off behind Napps, scanning the city. "Personal me wants to tell you to stay as far away from Empress, don't let her get her hooks in ya." Jackie shrugs. "Nothin' personal against Empress. But her and Tony have their own goals. They ain't in it for the Boss or for the money. And that's dangerous in this city."

She hesitates for the first time, as if wondering whether or not to tell Napps what she says next. "Just... be careful. Whatever you choose to do. I've got a feeling that things will get worse before they get better. And not all of us will make it out alive, especially if we're tied to people who have a different idea of what success looks like."

>>5747402
"Hmm." Strike nods as he thumps the side of his head. How much does a stranger need to know?

"They don't need to step in if something happens. But there's a person I've become responsible for. They're being targeted, hunted almost. I just need someone skilled watching her, at the very least when we're out on jobs. If there is trouble, all I'm asking for is a message, to let me know. I plan to handle everything personally. As for the exact details..."

After rubbing his chin for a moment, Strike turns glances towards Seline, then back towards Empress. "This needs to stay a private matter. I have no desire to tell the rest of the gang. I'll be in the garage fixing my car, come see me when you're free."

Strike gives a sign with his hand and leaves.

>>5747402
‘……Just.. wait for the others. It’ll start soon; it’ll start soon. I just…’

Have a bad feeling, about this, about all of this, about the blood in the streets and the smoke in the air and seeing first hand the results of her work en masse.

But there was nothing to be done for it. A promise was a promise, even if she was stuck now amongst unfamiliar faces feigning (?) friendliness.

‘…alright! Lounging. Sure… if you want.’

I awkwardly sit in place, clearly uncertain how to lounge. Perhaps it would be better if I was given something simple to do?

>>5747393
….I give you a funny look.
Killing is stressful… I suppose I am a killer, but even now- even now, I don’t feel comfortable with it.

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>>5747407
"Mm. Don't get involved, stay on your toes." A smirk shows across his face. "Don't have any intention of doing her bidding or getting involved with her business. Just wanted to get a feel for what might be motivating her - even if it had to come from someone else."

Again, another half-truth. He's not interested in becoming a servant to the Empress - he doesn't do moonlighting. But his curiosity's still got him peeked. Sending gift baskets isn't something that gangsters do, or mob bosses even. Comparing her to Tony… they both showed at the base for talks before the docks. Maybe she'd be there again.

His gaze passed over to the direction of Valdez' hotel. Sirens and lights might've died down over their conversation, but it could also just be all in his head. Either way, they'd been standing out in public for long enough. "Now's about the time we split, cut any suspicion or trails the cops are starting to gather. I'll see you at the base, boss - thanks again for the work. I'll watch your back if we get in hot together." His third half-truth in a row. Napps wasn't going to make the conscious effort, probably, to seek out Blackjack at the heist. Even if he did, there's no guarantee it'd be convenient for him to help out. But it pays to make sure your teammates live. So if he could, he might as well make sure she, or any other crewmate he works with, ends the day alive.

At least, that's what he told himself as he stepped out into the city, flicking his cigarette into the trash when he was sure he left Blackjack's line of sight.
That shit tasted nasty.

>>5747207
>Joining

Heckler is all too happy to try again at this tower Vault. He's happy to spend another 50k too if there was another way to get a second disk

Rolled 10 + 2 (1d10 + 2)

>>5747371
>>5746997
"That's one for the books. A round on me at the Blue Mare!"
>+1 Cool. Cool is now at 5 permanently
>Buy Bulletproof Suit, -$2,600
>Spend 5000$ on a Gold Ticket for Blue Mare with [Mia]
>Guest tables

>>5747263
>Spend 8$ at a Laundromat to wash the [Stylish Clothes] (Sports) of Alan and give them back.
"Gracias Alan. They were really useful and comfortable. I've washed them as courtesy."

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>>5746903
>Level Weird 2->3

Rainfall finds herself a restaurant, an ordinary hole-in-the-wall diner far removed from any talk of toppling the order of things. Rather ruminate on acts that would attract the attention of some three letter agency, she opts to eat a nice, delicious burger.

>>5747041
A while later, Rainfall shows up at the sword store. Thanks to her trusty, extremely rare and powerful and legendary cursed blood katana, she has no need of a new blade. However, she peruses the swords on display all the same.

>>5747078
"I uh, a-already ate."

>>5747207
"T-those blue cassette people a-aren't going to do anything to us if we m-mess up will they?"

>Sign onto Tower Vault heist as Pointwoman, transfer 20,000 for blue disk.

Name: Rainfall
Class: Assassin[Lv5]
HP[6/6] Edge[8/8] Move 6
Defense 9, Crit 7
Cool:4 Sharp:1 Hard:0 Weird:3
Skills:
(Flash Step)
(Die Hard)
(Top Ten)
Weapons:(Blood Katana:Dmg4,Block1,Crit+1,1stCritHeal+1)
(Pistol:Dmg2,Range10,[4|8])(Fists:Dmg2,Crit+1)
Gear:(First Aid Kit:1AP, Heal 3, Remove 1 Debuff,[4/4])
Clothing:(Bulletproof Suit:Def+1,Edge+1)

$160,610->$140,610
Blue Cassette
$10,000 Gold Bar
12 Heat, 0 Wanted
Beach House
Katana Coupe
Construction Workers(Hard2,Sharp1,Slothful)

Rolled 10 + 2 (1d10 + 2)

>>5747422
>Champagne room

Rolled 3 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>5747425
>Private Lounge

Rolled 5 + 2 (1d10 + 2)

>>5746909
>Blue Mare
>Drop 5k for a gold ticket, go see Mia

>>5747284
>>5747167
>>5747130

After the group eats, and is welcomed into the hidden collection of blades in the back, Blackjack looks at the weapons on display, examining everything closely, giving her companions a side-eye. "So, since you all are good with this kind of stuff- What should I get? I can afford everything here." She pauses for a moment again. "Do you all want anything? I've got the cash to buy another sword, if any of you need one." Despite claiming to know nothing about swords, Blackjack clearly is intrigued by a katana with a bone-white handle and guard, red string tied to the hilt. The tag under the display reads 'Moonshadow'- an apt name, since the blade is so polished and bright it almost looks like silver.

>>5747431
"Thanks lady, I'm feeling much better about crashing my car into this tiny italian guy."

>>5747424
>>5747432
Mentioning you too. Sorry.

>>5747426
>Gain +1 bonus Sharp and Lady's Favour from Mia

Name: Rico Torres
Type: Thug
HP 9/9
Edge 8/8
Move 5
Defense 10

>Cool: 5 {Permanent}
Sharp: (+1B)
Hard: 3
Weird: 0
-Skills
{Die Hard}: First time you would die on a mission, survive and convert all remaining edge to HP
{Top 10}: 1/chapter, name and describe one of your character's favourite movies to reroll any die.
{Furious Focus}: At start of Turn, If at 0 Edge gain 1 Edge
>-Clothes [Bulletproof Suit]: +1 Defense, +1 Edge
>-Lady's Favour from [Mia] 1/1

Assets
Vehicle: Lancer [4/3/1]
+Engine Tuning and Turbo Install (+1 Speed)
+Nitrous (Reroll 1 Speed/Chapter)
+Racing Tires and Transmission Overhaul (+1 handling)
+Sport Suspension (Reroll 1 Handling/Chapter)

$48,150 USD

>>5747432
Nishina looks the tiniest bit like a child in a candy store, even if she's taking great pains to hide it behind a stoic demeanour. Her eyes betray her, bright and constantly wandering across the collection, even the non-Japanese sections.

"I... don't really know how dollars work, but I think the prices are reasonable. Certainly in comparison to each other. They're all weapons of quality, but the costlier items deserve their price."

Nishina cocks her head to one side and purses her lips in thought. "I believe that if you truly have the money for anything, then you should buy what most speaks to you. It would be wise to test the balance and feel of the sword before you buy it..."

'Though I doubt you'd know what to look for', Nishina very tactfully does not say.

But having seen enough of her club-like handling of a blade, she thinks it. /Really/ hard. And tries equally hard to /not/ think about the mental image of Blackjack taking a grinder to the blade of one of these fine blades.

"I will purchase something modest for myself. I do not wish to burden you unduly."

With that Nishina wanders off to the other side of the room, casting a close eye across a series of straight swords of various styles.

Rolled 8 (1d22)

>>5746909
>Do a Tarot Reading

Rolled 4 + 5 (1d10 + 5)

>>5746907
>Mayhem (Weird is 5)

Rolled 4, 2 = 6 (2d5)

>>5747444
>Choose -3 Heat (it's now 1) and bonus in 2 random stats

>>5747410
"Hey, I can see you're a bit nervous. About the killing and fighting, right? I think... You might want to look for some clarity of purpose. You should have a good reason to be out here risking your life like this. Having a purpose may not make the fighting much easier, but the time in between the fighting is much more bearable. Even, um... Well, there was this girl who was with the gang for a while. She fought without any hesitation, as if each night could be her last. Outwardly, it didn't seem like she had much of a motive aside from bloodlust, but... some of my friends did some digging, and it turns out she had lost her sister to the same guys we're fighting against. So, in her case, I think it was a mix of avenging her loss and honoring her memory. I'm not sure if you have much of a stake in this war, even if it's misplaced loyalty or the need to pay off some debts. I just think it'd be good if you took some time to find out why you're here. If you ever want out, I could find good work for you. Legal work. A craftsman job, even, if you have restless hands. If you're serious about this, though, then I'll do what I can to protect you until you can find your purpose. It's no good to fight while distracted or uncertain."
Empress pulls Seline into a soft hug.
"If we stick together, I'm sure we'll both make it out okay. Now stay put, okay? I'm going to check up on Strike and try to find a show for us to watch."

>>5747409
Her conversation with Seline suspended, Empress goes to the garage to follow up on the arrangement with Strike.
"Hey, Strike, I know a few people who can keep an eye out for that friend of yours. They work with me as intelligence agents, so they're suited for keeping their distance from fights."

>>5747424
"No worries, I'm not even sure Jackie told you this place was also a restaurant."

>>5747432
>>5747440
Mizuchi nods in agreement to Nishina's opinion. "Swords like these are powerful pieces. They draw themselves to suitable wielders. There's something primal to that, beneath even skill. It's just something you can tell when it happens." He'll motion his hand towards Moonshadow. "There's gotta be a hundred blades in this room, and yet this one is stuck in your mind. I don't think you'd regret buying it at all." Mizuchi doesn't sound like his usual excited self ranting about this nonsense. He seems almost reverent? There was nothing ironic about the man's samurai worldview, but he clearly felt very strongly about this subject compared to the usual.

Mizuchi had looked over these swords before, but he hadn't felt that feeling. Perhaps it was the disquiet in his heart. Passing his hands over the racks, he'll feel that familiar yearning in his chest. His hand stops and grabs a golden hilted blade, held in a sheath of cloudy grey, the image of a thunderous dragon winding around and through the clouds. "This is mine, I know it." He'll look at the price tag and wince. "Eh...Soory Jackie, I don't think you meant something this expensive when you offered."

>>5747453
>Purchase Raijin, pending a small loan of 55k from Blackjack

>>5747453
>hands money

>>5747442
>>5747444
>>5747445
>Tarot reading: +1 Weird Bonus, Chariot +1 Move and -1 Cool (88,383$-500$= 87,883$)
>Mayhem 2+2 heat-3= 1 Heat, +1 Cool and +1 Weird

>>5747424
>>5746998
"Mizuchi, Rainfall. It has come to my attention that you've gained access to the [Chaos] stores. Currently I believe they should be in possession of explosive supplies I and other members could make use of in future endeavors. I know you are particularly busy but if you do not mind running a bit of an errand there I'm sure it would be much appreciated. Of course I will fund acquiring the items... "
>Give 30,000$ to Mizuchi/Rainfall to acquire 1 gear slot worth of C4 and 1 gear slot worth of Thermite at the [Chaos] location

Name: Nishina Kaori
Type: Assassin
Stats: HP 6/6, Edge 12/12, Move 6, Defence 9, Crit on 8
Factors: Hard 0, Cool 4, Sharp 2+3, Weird 2
Weapons: Pistol (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 4/8), Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 7), Katana (Melee, Damage 3, [Stance] (1 AP 1/turn): Gain Block 1 and Counter 1)
Special Talents: Flurry of Blows, Steadfast, Mia's Lover, Top 10
Gear: First Aid Kit [Quick Heal] (1 AP, 4/4 uses): Heal yourself or a friendly next to you for 3 HP, and remove 1 debuff.
Cash: $16908
Heat: 0
Wanted: 0
Assets: Bulletproof 'Suit' (+1 Defence, +1 Edge), Two-Piece Suit (+1 Edge, Unequipped), Historical Artefacts (Family heirlooms)

Just making sure my character sheet's updated.

>>5747453
"I would be willing to pay for some of..."
>>5747458
Nishina trails off as she watches Blackjack unearth an ungodly amount of money and hand it to Mizuchi.

She blinks.

"...I had no idea you were so wealthy. My mistake."

Nishina shifts her stance and takes a slow breath, visibly recalibrating. "May I instead offer to show you both how to properly maintain your blades? They are..." She frowns. "Very expensive. It would not do for me to leave you to simply hack at them with an angle grinder."

>>5747465
Chien overhears something and scratches his head.

“ . . . Sorry, mind if I just— you have to maintain them? I think you’re mistaken.

I just keep mine in a bucket. They still work fine. Swords don’t have moving mechanical parts so they don’t need maintenance.

It’s not my place to say but I think some salesman lied to you to sell you oil and cloth. “

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Rolled 10 + 2 (1d10 + 2)

>>5746975
Next to a noisy garage where Don's guys labor on a new Ronin, Doctor Ben presses a button on one of those newfangled cell-phones (after letting the thing ring just long enough that everyone is looking at it)
"Mon ami, you only have to ask."
>Sign up for the Tower Heist as the driver

>>5746903
>Purchase a gold ticket (-$5000) and visit Mia at the Blue Mare

>Replace Visions of Death with Throwing Knives
>Get +1 Move
>Purcase a Bulletproof Suit (-$2,600)
>Buy a movie collection(-$750)
>Reset bike upgrades(+$8,900)
>Purchase a Ronin bike (-$32,000)
>Paint it bright purple with white skulls
>Upgrade engine, tires, suspension, install nitro (-$13,000)

Name: Doctor Ben
Type: Assassin
Stats: HP 6/6, Edge 7/7, Move 6, Defence 9, Crit on 6+
Factors: Weird 4, Cool 4, Sharp 1
Weapons: Dual Pistols (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 4/8), Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 5+)
Special Talents: Throwing Knives (3/3), Shootdodge
Gear: Ammo Bag (2/2)
Duds: Bulletproof Suit (+1 Def, +1 Edge)
Money: $121,510
Heat: 12| Wanted: 1
Swag: designer shades, fresh kicks, top shelf liquor, cell phone, movie collection
Assets: Bungalow(+workshop), Stylish Suit, Custom Top Hat (+1 HP, +1 Move)
Ronin (4/3/1, engine, tires, suspension, nitro, bright purple with white skulls)

>>5747446
>>5747472
>>5747473

Are we ready for the tower heist?

And do we need Alamo’s affirmation to start rolling, or, as the actual ground team- can we kick it off on our own?

Rolled 9 + 2 (1d10 + 2)

>>5747473
"Have I told you how I've once seen two people fight with swords on top of a car? I did? Hmm, What about the time I've seen a two people fight sword against chainsaw?
Come to think about it, I know a lot of sword people."
>Champagne Room

Rolled 2 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>5747476
>+1 Sharp token
>Private Lounge
"The Baron is pleased, he sure is!"

>>5747477
>-$1000
>-1 Sharp token

>>5746903
Name: Alejandro
Type: Operator
Stats: HP 6/6, Edge 6/6, Move 6, Defence 6, Crit on 10
Factors: Sharp 2, Cool 3, Weird 1
Weapons: Pistol (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 4/8), Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 9), DMR (Range 30, Damage 4, Ammo 3/9)
Special Talent: Deadeye
Gear: Armour Vest
Clothes: Stylish Clothes (+1 Defence)
Personal Cash: $225
Heat: 1
Wanted Level: 1
Assets: Studio Loft

First timer for this, hope everything's in order

Name: MCR, either Maim Castrate Rip or Marie Charlotte Rickenbacker
Type: Psycho
Weapon:
- Shotgun (Rg10 Dmg4 Ammo 4/8 Breach)
- Pistol (Rg10 Dmg 2 Ammo 4/8)
- Fists (Melee Dmg 2 Crit+1)
Skill: Oh Yeah!
(+ Top 10)

Gear: Ammo bag

Stats:

HP: 8/8 (6+2)
Edge: 7
Move 5
Defense: 5
Crit on: 8? (10-2?)
Cool: 1
Sharp: 1
Hard: 2
Weird: 2

FLUFF
Mask: Custom-made "smooth" surfaced mask, inspired from the one her father used to wear

>>5747483
>asset

And Ammo Belt as the asset, I forgot this

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>5747446 #
>>5747472 #
>>5747473 #
>>5747474
“ Surely so. Now this will need to be planned quite carefully. As pointman I am going to- “

Huh. No… nods. Oh. Oh no.

“ Really? Really. R e a l l y.

A man goes to night school one time for a hobby and solders a few wires and accidentally crashes the telephone grid once and suddenly they—

I’m sorry, sarcasm is unbecoming. Luckily for you after all the time in Algers I am wll acquainted with advanced vault safety systems.

Now, miss Seline, as my understudy for the role of pointman here are a few exhaustive tips. First of all, is the operation on a Monday? If so, you… “

Four hours later:

> Sigh: Hack The Tower. Sharp 5.

Rolled 6, 6 + 5 = 17 (2d10 + 5)

>>5747490
Charmingly embarrassed by Empress and intimidated by Chien’s depth of knowledge (and somehow understanding what the man was prattling on about), it’s difficult to imagine as you travel there that this women will be leading you into the lion’s den.

And yet…

Rolled 3 + 4 (1d10 + 4)

>>5747490
Alamo's car has a new decoration hanging off the rear view mirror - a weird bunch of twigs and cloth.
It also has a new driver, who currently is polishing his top hat with a rag.
>Rolling Cool 4

Rolled 9 + 4 (1d10 + 4)

>>5747497
Bored out of his mind, Doctor Ben starts making vrooming noises, imagining himself in the famous car chase from Gone In 59 Seconds
>[Top 10 reroll]

“ Team “

The radio crackles. Chien glares at the server rack he’s snuck into, all humming wires and screaming electronic noise. All that for this? The vents had lasers! There were gas capsules on pressure release plates! They had four men watching the door and at least one was ex rangers. And yet…

“ This isn’t like a telephone switchboard at all. “

Chien shrugs and unholsters his knife. Plan C then.

“ Luckily I can hack it. “

Rolled 7 (1d10)

With a total of +5, we get the top result whatever Empress rolls, so I'm rolling for the rare loot

>>5747507
“ Hey, I know precisely what telephone switchboard to plug that into! “

Rolled 2 + 4 (1d10 + 4)

>>5747424
>>5747421
>>5747284
>>5747207
Pointwoman: Rainfall
Gunner: Ramirez
Hacker: Heckler
Driver: Mizuchi

>>5746907
Ramirez is readying up, loading shells into magazines, securing his gear, the works. "Okay guys, we're hitting the Tower again, we tried once and got turned away once, so we know it's a tough nut to crack. But this time we'll be ready. Let's go."

>Spending 20k and one Blue Disk to start Tower Heist 2: Ramirez doesn't know how to boogaloo
>Rolling Hard as Gunner

Rolled 6 + 4 (1d10 + 4)

>>5747522
Surprised by a particularly skilled security guard, Ramirez for some reason finds himself recentred by the immortal yelling of Police Sergeant "Die" Hardman as he trains the SWAT team to storm Yamamoto Plaza (the real building standing in for itself in the film).
>[Top 10 reroll]

Rolled 7 + 4 (1d10 + 4)

>>5747522
>Rolling for Sharp on Heist

Heckler got out his terminal and got ready. "Ramirez, I'm going to say right now that I am not to be blamed if you kill the security guard with the biolock authority and then find the biolock turning in the alarms."

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Rolled 1 + 3 (1d10 + 3)

>>5746903
Name: Tony Vespucci
Type: Brain
Stats: HP 8/8 Edge 11/11 Move 6, Defence 5, Crit on 6 and above
Factors: Hard 2, Cool 0, Sharp 3, Weird 4

Weapons: Pistol (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 3/12), Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 6), SMG (Range 10, Damage 3, Ammo 3/9, +1 crit range)
Gear: Frag Grenades (1/3 uses)
Special Talent: Taser (1/4 uses)
Special talent: Pack Alpha (names: Carlo and Diego)
Special Talent: Electrify

bulletproof suit: +1 edge, +1 defense
>raise Hard!

A man with a fedora and a stupidly thick jacket sits on a recliner chair, patting his favorite duck Andrea.

His life is good. Money is flowing. That spider bastard is dead. His goons have been doing their stuff.

…so why can’t he catch sleep? Why does nothing soothe him, not even his Godmother 1 through 3 complete uncut collection?

The riddles. The fucking riddles.
The families might be at his beck and call (relatively) for now, but he can’t help but feel that something is missing… something is changing in the air.

And as he gets up from his chair, duck and armed entourage of old men following, he decides to change with them

>use “a word of advice” on the tower heist
>use “gear up” to unlock the second special item
>get a Blue Mare Gold ticket (-5k) and visit Talia
>send Tony’s Tailors to fuck shit up- do Mayhem

Rolling for Blue Mare

Rolled 6, 6 + 4 = 16 (2d10 + 4)

>>5747490
Empress runs back to group up with Seline and the others.
"Sorry I was gone for a while, I was handling some business. Alright, let's crack this tower."

>Rolling [Moonlighter] advantage and +Hard for the Gunner position of the Tower Raid.

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>5747530
>rectification: use “a word of advice” on Empress, rather than the tower heist. Those guys already succeeded
>heat total: 3
>rolling for Mayhem

>>5747532
>pick 1: lose heat. Heat is reset to 0
>shit has gone wrong

Tony is panicking.

So many things have gone wrong. SO MANY THINGS.

His tailors all slept in the cold after their heating broke, their old spines now frail due to rheumatisms, and so they fucked up their getaway and left evidence.

Sure, it was easy enough to be rid of it, but that’s not the end of it! Chaos rules the streets!

He tried to get a nice talk with his employees to relax, but a news journalists spotted him! And it took five hours to buy him out!

With a frustrated groan, the man sits down… and is approached by a strange, weird creature. A fae in human form. The table himself… Chien.

>>5747494

And yet…

The Seline who dismounts is not the Seline who entered the van. Something.. seems to shift, in her demeanour. Her hands stop shaking, her breathing comes easier.

She walks up to the security in your stolen uniforms, demure smile and timid expression only accentuated by the bags under her eyes. Certainly, despite her armaments, she seems a strange fit for security… especially next to Empress.

When someone questions this, too long, too piercingly, she splashes their brains across the walls and does not blink.

It’s a new age, one where you don’t need to be tall and strong to kill. You only need to be fast, you only need to hit.

Seline seems to understand where the guards are before she seems them, based off the floor plans, based off their steps, and she has a *lot* of bullets.

>>5747490
>>5747494
>>5747497
>>5747531
>>5747530
>By your powers (Mostly Ben and Seline) combined. Appreciate the help Tony, the family does good work.
>Ben, Seline, Empress, and Chien get 300k
>Alamo takes 50k, the red disk, and secret file

"Believe it or not I've been learning how to use Computers. Once I find out what is on these things I'll be spread word at the HQ. And if this disk leads to another job then you all know who will be first in line as a crew. If you want it. But with this we'll found out what those fucks have been up to." Alamo tells the team as the loot is divided.

>>5747552
Seline seems… paled, from their frantic escape. Not really with it; in sharp focus with her frenetic accuracy moments earlier.

(So many dead, so close….)

She had done good work, no doubt, and Dr. Ben had swiftly taken them beyond the reach of the law, but…

…..she silently takes the money, and disappears once again.

At least, with her new warehouse, it shouldn’t be hard to find her. Right?

>>5747552
“ Splendid. “

Chien tilts his head, adjusting his shades. Shy. Rallies to try. But the Kid keeps saying vulnerable is the most cool, so perhaps…

“ … Do you know a lot about computers? I bought one and it won’t start. I’m not very technical. BUT. I do have an idea for those files we found.

Miss Empress might know some people who can find out more about them. And as for this “ he indicates a scratched up green box “ I happen to spend a lot of time on long distance phone calls and am quite familiar. Could I loan this, and see what shakes out? “

He gives everyone a thumbs up and - suddenly remembering something - steps to his pack and roots around for an odd long box. Extracts it with care, slides it down next to the take (a stack of bills serves as a support to prevent it sliding off the table). Through the transparent plastic cover, a row of smiling sucrose faces on top of a welter of cakes. Although the smiles are all a little wonky, each cake has a wonderfully renditioned strawberry filling headshot wound.

“ Also The Kid is home from college this weekend. I told her this was a work thing, so, please have some, she was up all night making cupcakes and I do believe she spent some time on the Loa figures. “

Chien spots something inside the box and carefully pulls out a frosting coated grenade.

“ Oh, so that’s where that went. Ahem.

As I was saying: Miss Seline, Пoвeлитeль Empress, Doctore Ben, good work.

Miss Seline, I’m still short some brass cased subsonics and I was wondering if you could perhaps see it to advance my order? And do you have anything in the nine-mil range for a discerning customer? “

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>5747543
Okay, Chien.
Be cool.
You’re meeting one of the People.
He spent an hour ironing his tie. He’s wearing his best matching knife. Spent two days memorizing pasta recipes. Even brought a customary molotov, little rag in the bottle of forty year old whiskey tasteful match to his shades. Italians are always using them in the movies, must be a cultural thing.

He clinks it down on the table as he slides into the booth.

Ah, Tony. So composed. Calm. Rational. He must sleep well at night, assured of the majesty of his empire. Probably on a whole bed of freshly sown grains or laurels. Italians have a thing for that, right? Ah, look at him. Inside, wearing a jacket thick enough for three men. That’s how you tell he holds imperium: the sheer use of fabric. Old, hardened men at his beck and call. The sheer awe of it. Only someone totally self assured would employ pensioners as bodyguards. Chien checks his gear. Gun, formal molotov, the envelope with the ace, and clutched in his hand the Idea.

Chien wonders how to start. What to say. Breaks off a breadstick and tries feed the duck. Stumbling for words. He can’t see anyone’s face clearly through the midnight black shades, so it’s hard to judge their emotions. Did people still wear shades inside? Was it cool? No one else was wearing shades but one of the geezers hovering nearby did have corrective spectacles. Maybe it was still cool. Fuck, how do you *tell*?

“ I have… A request. “

Before anyone can interrupt Chien decides to dodge ahead. Pulls out the envelope he spent last night carefully stuffing. Brandishes it like a shield. God, his hands are shaking. When was the last time that happened?

“ Wait! Before you deny me out of hand, I c-can offer something in return! The d-docks, right? My request is important to me so for your grace in listening, oh don of dons, I’ll offer you these properties on the docks. And, uhm, I’ll t-take care of upgrading their their security. My expense.

But please, my request. I need… “

Chien puts the Idea on the table. Lets out the pent up pressure in a torrent of words.

“. . . A sponsorship. From the coolest tailor in town.

The Kid is in town this weekend and she’s taking her friend to a show and the tickets are sold out so there’s only one way for me to be there I will do *anythingyouaskifyouarrangethis* “

The Idea. A home-made yarn mask.

>Put on the Luchador Mask
>Step into ring. Of Lucha. Cool 3 + [Buff](pending)

>>5747566
Andrea stares at Chien, appraising the man with thoughtful eyes of pure, soulless blackness.
The duck has a little hat, and somehow is holding the breadstick in its break like a cigar, as if it was deciding whether Chien must live or die.

Tony is much more ragged than Chien can see, deep bags under his eyes, only hidden by carefully applying makeup. His jacket is a little loose on him due to the weight stress has made him lose, and Diego isn’t here- poor man caught a really bad cold.

Without his most trusted guard, the don doesn’t look quite as imposing… or well, he wouldn’t to anyone but Chien apparently.

“Hey hey hey, what’s the big idea? Slow down man, c’mere and seat-a while with ol’ Tony. We’re friends, don’t yannow? C’mere, tell your friend Tony what’s got ya actin up so much”

The once-large man smiles as warmly as he can- a grazing bullet wound on the cheek making the act look painful and stilted rather than comforting and familiar.

He’s always had a soft spot for young lads with big plans- he hired Mizuchi after all! And Chien, eccentric as he may be, has a good head on his shoulders.

…when it’s on his shoulders and not on the floor, that is.

>>5747564
> Miss Seline, I’m still short some brass cased subsonics and I was wondering if you could perhaps see it to advance my order? And do you have anything in the nine-mil range for a discerning customer? “

‘Ah…Ah!’

Interrupted from absentmindedly slinking away, Seline startles- and then startles again, once she rapidly puts two and two together. This.. this was the man who ‘ordered’ the pistols!

Actively trying not to cower, Seline calmly turns around and bows to you politely.

‘Ah… Well. I… have your pistols.’

She deposits two of her pistols into your hands; the quiet, sub sonic pistols she had fired relatively less in comparison to the thunderous roars she preferred. They certainly seemed well made, in your hands.. it’s hard to tell how she even pieced it together.

‘Just.. they’re not complete.’, I admit, shuffling in spot.

They look quite complete.

‘You see, you.. didn’t make yourself known, when you… did this. I could make guns. I couldn’t.. make *your* guns, not without knowing who you were.

So.. these are usable, but I haven’t named them yet. I.. want you.. to try them out, and then, afterwards, come… to the warehouse, and I will work on them, more, personally. I will.. complete them for you, with your help, if-you-don’t-mind.’

My already rattled nerves seem to give out at the end, before she takes a deep breath and desperately recentres herself.

‘….also, the ammunition and the silencers.. enough to fire the pistols for days on end. Don’t fire them for days on end! Just- it’s a lot, made for these guns specifically. Tool assisted, artisanal. I… need an address to deliver them too.’

> Apprentices worked overtime. -$10K
> Extremely precise pieces. -$20 K
> Cash: $290400

> Your subsonic pistols are ready, Chien, but not *really* finished. Once you’ve used them, Seline offers you a future promise, that you’ll take them to her so she can spend an entire side job making them *really* yours.

Why do you want subsonic pistols, is a question Seline wants to ask. Don’t you know that you lose in range and stopping power, just for questionable benefits in recoil and stealthy?

But those are questions she very much does not express to her first customer, instead maintaining her very calm (nervous) demeanour.

>>5747440
>>5747453
>>5747465
Handing the sword collector stacks of thousands of dollars from a duffel bag, Jackie smiles, and points out Moonshadow and Raijin. "I wouldn't say I'm wealthy, exactly, since most of my money goes back into..." she waves her hand around at the group. "This sort of thing. But don't feel bad about taking my money, Mizzy, and don't think you need to pay me back. You're my buddy, think of this as a late birthday gift."

Looking over at Nishina, Jackie smiles. "And yeah, I think I'd like to learn how to take care of these swords later, back at the hideout-" she shrugs, stuffing Moonshadow into her duffel bag, and hands Raijin to Mizuchi, "-normally I wouldn't care, but this isn't exactly a 30 buck Korean replica, now is it? You want to come and learn blade maintenance from a genuine Samurai lady, Mizzy?"

>>5746973
>Current Cash: $77,158 USD (14,000 of which is in Cuban Pesos and British Pound Sterling)

Rolled 8 + 3 (1d10 + 3)

>>5747482
*Beach House, also
>Host at Blue Mare

>>5747599
>>5747482
>+$5500, total $5725
>+1 Sharp Token

Rolled 4 + 4 (1d10 + 4)

>Work at the Blue Mare as a host


>>5747448
As Empress approaches, Strike tosses his wrench to the side, casually letting it strike against the ground in a dark corner.

"Appreciate it. You called them your 'little sisters' earlier? Just who are they, they're not your actual sisters, are they?"

Rolled 6 + 8 (1d10 + 8)

After a series of embarrassing losses to random outsiders the Snake River racing circuit largely disintegrated in shame. Which meant it was time for Ben to try out his motorcycling skills at the Flamingo Furious
>Race at Flamingo Furious, 4 Cool, 4 Speed

>>5747624
In a cloud of dust and engine roar, Ben bursts through the finish line with an ecstatic grin, brakes in a showy turnaround and throws his hat high up in the air. Don's car rips past a second later.
No mishaps or breakdowns happened to any of the drivers.

>+$5000
>+[Furious Focus]: at turn start, if at 0 Edge, gain 1 Edge

>>5747600
>>5747599
>>5747483
>>5747482
>>5746940
>>5747257

Welcome aboard. It’s all a little chaotic for the first few hours, so just hang about best you can.

I don’t spot much out of order except Alejandro, you add your stat bonus to the base

So Edge 6 Base + 2 Sharp = 8

Same for Def and HP

Any other questions, speak up and… someone will help.

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>>5747621
"They're strays, Strike. I took them in, gave them food, shelter, and clean clothes. And then I gave them the option to work for me. They're good girls, and I do what I can to protect them."

Rolled 2, 6, 5 = 13 (3d10)

>>5746899
Chaser
>Enforcer
HP 10/10 Edge 8/8
Move 6, Def 5, Crit 9+
Cool 0 / Sharp 2 / Hard 4 / Weird 1
Heat 4 / Want 1
>Perks
Steadfast (1 AP 1 Edge, gain Block 2 and Counter 2)
Teamwork Tactics (Passive, nearby friendlies get +2 Hit and +1 Move)
Raging Demon (0 AP 2 Edge, move then attack one target 3 times in melee, +1 crit damage)
Top 10 (1 Reroll available. Films in collection mentioned: "The Big Bust")
>Loadout
Stylish Clothes (Leather jacket and aviators) (+1 def)
AR (Rng 20, Dmg 3, Ammo 4/12, Auto)
Pistol (Rng 20, Dmg 2, Ammo 4/8)
These hands (Melee, Dmg 2, Crit +1, rated E for everyone)
First Aid kit (Quick Heal, 1 Ap, 4/4 Uses, 3 HP and remove a debuff from self or nearby friendly)
>Assets
Bungalow (free asset, T1:Bedroom, Bathroom, Kitchen, Living room, Gym, Security), Buckaroo (Truck, 0/1/3, Durable)
>Stash
$5.960, Two piece suit, Movie Collection

>Checking in
>Level up (Move is now 6)

> bump, bump, clang, bump
"It's been weird: going back to a semblance of a normal life, cleaning ma and pa's house... my house. They're not here anymore.
Getting a new car, seeing that the last one was stolen while deployed. Why would anyone ever steal such a beater is beyond me, but people always need a getaway car here I guess. The new truck is a solid machine and it can take some punishment. It's not gonna win any race... for now at least.
Getting some chinese take out with a movie: 'The Big Bust', something that sounded like a Z list trashy flick that turned out to be a decently written and acted cops vs. mafia movie. Who would have thought with a barely dressed babe on the cover?"
> bump, clang, bump, bump, clang, bump
"Thing is... I'am adjusting. A bit at a time.
But it doesn't feel real. Like my head is underwater all the time. Numb."

"How can I go back to such a life after all I did in that god-forsaken country?"
> bump
"How can I go back to such a life after all the lives I've taken?"
> bump bump
"How can I go back after all the lives I've taken just THE OTHER WEEK?"
> bump bump bump bump SNAP- CRASH

"...Fuck, I need a new boxing sack."

Chaser relaxes his posture and goes to take a shower, the haze from the trance of the training gone from his eyes.
It's the same kind of concetration that takes over whenever he's fighting or fixing up someone.
Actually, he should run another check up on the people at the safehouse: he's no doctor but after the fix-up job he did during the ops he routinely went to check on the injured. Someone even hollered at him and called him a nurse.
After that... maybe something to take the edge off? Another operation is coming up soon... Maybe a drink will do the trick

>Blue Mare, Talia, Gold Ticket (-5k)

Rolled 20 (1d22)

>>5746909
“ Now, to prepare… “

>Visit our fair Lady of the Tarot

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>>5747652
Forgot my pic.
I guess those rolls are punishment for that.
Either way, +1 Heat.
Someone who shouldn't have seen me has seen me. Why were they at the bar why why why why why
They should have been dead
They died in Grenada!
Why are they here?

>>5747630
"That's awful nice of you. Right then," Strike pulls out a notepad, "She lives near freedom square. They're not like us, strictly civilian. I'm counting on you, Empress."

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Rolled 4, 8 = 12 (2d10)

>>5746899
Name: Strings
Type: Thug
Stats: HP 12/12, Edge 6/6, Move 5, Defence 9+, Crit on 10
Factors: Hard 4, Cool 4, Sharp 0, Move 5-1
Weapons: Pistol (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 2/12), Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 9), Shotgun (Range 10, Damage 4, Ammo 2/4, breach)
Special Talent: Pack Alpha
Clothes: Serious Armor
Chinese Clothes (Stylish clothing)
Gear: First Aid Kit (4/4).
Cash: $115821
Assets: Mastadon 2/2/6 (All upgrades except Spoiler). Red Dress (Stylish clothes). Two Piece Suit. Tight fitting dress shirt (Stylish clothes.), Greendisk, Gang: Grunts +3 Hard (Aggression)
>Upgrade Cool to 4
>Buy Grunts, can't remember if I bought this or not but I'll just mark down -10k
>Send Grunts to do Blue Mare Bouncer Work (First Roll)
>Buy a Golden Ticket and hang out with Lena (Second Roll)

Nursing her drink while nibbling on some snacks, a blonde woman with striking green eyes sighs as she relaxes in the bar of the now-famous Blue Mare Hostess Club. She swirled her whiskey sadly while musing about how it felt like she hadn't had time to actively pursue Ramirez but Strings also didn't want him to think she was a clingy woman.

"Lena dear, I've got boy troubles. Got any tips?"

Rolled 10, 2, 5 = 17 (3d10)

>>5747658
Chien stares down at the card. Of course. A happy prancing kid on a wide field. That’s what it all comes back to. The Kid, happy. Makes this whole business worth it. Makes this whole thing worthwhile. Makes this whole thing matter.
There’s gotta be a beautiful dawn and the bright rays of possibility, somewhere over the clouds.

For a brief, stinging moment he feels all too old for this whole affair. Maybe… Maybe he really is losing it. Maybe he never had it. Maybe — No. Wearing your sunglasses inside the den of a dreamweaving fatespinner might make you trip over the rug but he was still cool. The world is bristling with possibilities for a man with easy access to guns and more ammo than the nation of Luxemborg. Bountiful in possibility. Wonder of wonders. Chien smiles. Breathes easier, good humour peeking out from beyond the distant clouds.

“ Thank you. I… Have some other business. “

>+ THE SUN, +1 Weird, +1 Hard, -1 Cool, +Optimism and a hope for tomorrow.

>Cash in last maps level up, defy my fate, I am in fact (delusiona—NO). I am cool. The world is bristling with possibility and joy. +1 Cool.

>>5746907
>Ride the Central Circuit City
>Cool 3, Handling 4, handling reroll enabled.
>Also my favorite movie is the 1916 silent film classic “ Railway Safety And You: Don’t Rail Against The Whistle. “. In the shadows of industry's iron embrace, the spectral 1916 safety instruction video for railway engineers unveils a world of mechanized problems and railway gauge measurement issues. The 22 minute aside on the proper way to polish a bolt and the production specification standards for steel lognuts is riveting.

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>5747677
>Second Lena Roll

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>5747679
Rolling a third time just for fun.

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>5747681
Whoops

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>>5747685
I don't really want that roll, let's just say we ended it in the Champagne room~

>>5747673
Empress takes down the information that Strike gives and passes it along to Steph. The street-smart girl should be capable of keeping her surveillance on the down-low.

Rolled 5 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>5746973
>>5746909
>Go to the Blue Mare with a Gold Ticket (-$5,000 USD)
>Visit 'Lena'
It wasn't often that Jackie and Lena got a day off that they shared, or had the chance to go out. Jackie had seen members of the gang buzzing around the ex-'gentlemen's lounge' for weeks, now, going in with a dream and either leaving with their heart snapped in half, or left walking funny. She was also pretty sure that those girls were awakening more of Jackie's friends to things they didn't know about themselves than an all-girls Catholic school, but that wasn't the point.

The point was- Jackie was wondering what was so good about the 'hostess club' (it was probably just a classy way to say 'cathouse'), that everyone was visiting, and she was bringing Lena along. At worst, they could laugh at the neckline of the girls who were working there.

Rolled 5 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>5747698
[Lena] Rerolling because I don't want the Heat.

>>5747698
>>5747700
... The girls were pretty, the beer was piss, and the cigars were Cuban, and Jackie was telling Lena about the battle with the Marelitos at the marina, to explain where the new Hawaiian shirt and aviator shades in their closet came from. They were having a good time, though it wasn't as hot and heavy in the club as Jackie expected from these kinds of places- though it's not like Jackie minded too much. A nice, relaxing evening was just what they needed. They even saw a Fake Lena who worked at the Blue Mare, wearing a black dress with a shockingly deep v-neck dress that she somehow pulled off, and roped the hostess into a conversation which lasted around half an hour, before she left to entertain other clients.
>(+1 Cool)

Network Test

Rolled 2 + 6 (1d10 + 6)

>>5746907
Rolling Guardian Heist

Maggie Moonlight: Pointman
Weasel: Hacker
Alan: Gunner
Strings: Driver

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Rolled 3 + 6 (1d10 + 6)

>>5747726
As Strings waits in her van, windows down and taking in the warm Heat City air she starts remembering an old movie filled with Neon Lights and Whirling Nights.

It was an old movie with an, at the time, up-and-coming actor named Gryan Rossling called Knife Stridder but for some reason remembering it made her smile.

>Rerolling with Top 10

Rolled 2 + 4 (1d10 + 4)

>>5746899
>>5747726
Rolling Hard for String's Guardian heist.

Rolled 6 (1d13)

>>5746918
>>5746907
>Use the management office to hire a gang of Nerds (thanks +1 Sharp Boost).
College students who've been recently hitting the gym with Rico (+1 Hard as secondary stat). Some kids who wanted to prove they can do whatever the cool ones do too. Might as well use them to get some reputation in Queen Bee's boosting business. They're quite prideful.
>-$10,000
>d13 for the car

Rolled 9 + 4 (1d10 + 4)

>>5747737
"Well this isn't going well"

Alan muses to himself before whistling with a laugh

"Always, look on the bright side of life *To-Toot*"

"Always look on the light side of life *To-Toot*"

"If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing"

>Rerolling using Top 10: Monty Boa's Life of Ryan.

Rolled 2 + 2 (1d10 + 2)

>>5747746
>6 = Lancer, a Sports Car I drive myself but if they tried and steal mine, we'll have more then just an 'issue' of pride. <_<
>1d10+2 Sharp roll

Rolled 4 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>5747751
>Attacked by the cars owner
>1d10+1 Hard roll

Rolled 6 + 2 (1d10 + 2)

>>5746907
"God I need to fight something" His schizo addled mind was screaming at him to get weird. He won't fully commit but afro is willing to go out and get punched in the head for a bit. hopefully it won't land him in the hospital table...again.

>>5747001
$6500+ 1 cool token
Ayy nice things are going well

Rolled 1 + 3 (1d10 + 3)

>>5747600
>>5747629
Thanks, updated.

Name: Alejandro
Type: Operator
Stats: HP 6/6, Edge 9 (Base 8), Move 5, Defence 10, Crit on 9+
Factors: Sharp 3 (Base 2), Cool 3, Weird 1
Weapons: Pistol (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 4/8), Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 9), DMR (Range 30, Damage 4, Ammo 3/9)
Special Talent: Deadeye
Gear: Armour Vest
Clothes: Stylish Clothes (+1 Defence)
Personal Cash: $5725
Heat: 1
Wanted Level: 1
Assets: Beach House
Tokens: +1 Sharp

>Back to the Blue Mare, this time as assistant

>>5747771
Lol, dice giveth and dice taketh away.
> +$2,000 (New total $7725)
>Lose Sharp token

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Rolled 8 + 3 (1d10 + 3)

>>5746899
Name: Maggie Moonlight
Type: Assassin Stats: HP 7/7, Edge 9/9, Defence 10, Crit on 8+ Factors: Hard 1 Weird 2, Cool 4+1, Sharp 0+1, Move 6
Weapons: Dual Pistols (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 4/0), Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 7+) Special Talents: Flashstep
Gear: First Aid Kit (3/4), Bulletproof Dress (+1 Defense, +1 Edge), Jet Motorcycle 5/2/0 (Reroll Handling and Speed)
Assets: Singing dress (Stylish clothing?), $6025, Gang Riders +3 Cool/Sloth (Jazz Band Assassins)
>Upgrade Hard to 1
>Have the gang perform as Hosts/Play music in the Blue Mare
>Take 50k from Tony
>Buy a fully Upgraded Jet Motorcycle: 141025(Original Money)+50000(Taken from Tony)-170000(The Bike)-~15000(For the Upgrades)= 6025

Maggie swayed on stage inside the smoke-filled Longue of the Blue Mare while wearing the black singing dress that Tony had bought her. Her voice rang out softly across the bar, punctuated by the instruments of her trusted musicians.

"...I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you..."

"..Some they may go for a cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
It would bore me terrifically too
Yet I get a kick out of you..."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dkYZ7BkVBM&ab_channel=%F0%9D%94%87%F0%9D%94%A2%F0%9D%94%AB%F0%9D%94%A6%F0%9D%94%B0%F0%9D%94%A2

Rolled 22 (1d22)

>>5747797
>Rolling for Tarot

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>5746899
>>5747726
>Rolling +5 Cool for the guardian job

>>5747803
Forgot the +5 but that should be a 9 total.

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Merged the rules into one PDF for ease of use, in case any other new guys need it.

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>>5746903
Name: Wizard
Class: Brain
Stats: HP 7/7, Edge 9/9, Move 5, Def 5, Crit 8+
Factors: Cool 1, Sharp 3, Hard 0, Weird 1
Primary Weapon: SMG
Skill: RC Bomb
Cash: $260
Clothes: Lightweight Armor Vest (+1 HP already added, $ deducted)
Assets: Ronin
Heat: 1
Wanted: 1

The Feds were finally on his ass. Either that, or he'd taken entirely too much Ritalin. Better safe than sorry, though, so Wizard took a drill to the hard drives before chucking them into the river and then doused the rest of his setup in gasoline. Watching the fire consume the bungalow from across the road, Wizard took stock of his worldly possessions, which had been reduced to his bike, "The C Programming Language" (stolen from a library), and TM 31-210 (badly photocopied). And his caches, of course. Most of these didn't hold much of value, what with the risk of locals getting at them. Not the Emergency Cache, though. He arrived at the location marked on the crumpled tourist map and struck the motherlode soon after. A MAC 10 with a Sionics suppressor and a bulky laser aiming module, three M67s, and something like a quarter pound of Semtex. There was supposed to be money there, too, if memory served. $50,000 or so. Enough to skip town and then some.

Huh. That definitely didn't look like that much. So maybe $10,000...?

Wizard leaned against his bike after counting and re-counting the clearly much-too-small wad of bills. $500 wasn't close to enough to skip town. Well, shit. Testing the weight of the gun in his hand and feeling the grenades in his jacket pockets, he shrugged. Seemed like it was time to do some *physical* crime, for a change. Wizard wasn't the biggest guy around, nor the most ice-cold triggerman in Heat City, not by a mile. But, surely, at least one crew would appreciate a criminal whose IQ wasn't in the mid-to-low double digits. Right?


Let me know if I fucked anything up. Gonna wait to see if anything needs fixing before doing pre-mission stuff.

Rolled 4 + 5 (1d10 + 5)

>>5747589
Mizuchi examines the blade in greater detail, now that it was his to own. The blade itself was ancient and wicked sharp, but it showed signs of recent modification, namely the professional grade taser that had been jury rigged into the handle. After a bit of feeling around, the samurai finds a concealed button near the tsuba. As he presses down on it, the blade begins to crackle with a sharp electric hum for a few seconds before stopping, its battery presumably expended. "Well, looks like I'm going to have to go get some double A's too, while we're working on maintenance."

He'll flourish the blade and tuck it back into the sheath, noting now the rubber coating on the interior. "I've always wanted to wield the fury of a storm, best birthday present ever Jackie." He'll hold out his fist for the customary fist bump of respect between street samurai.

>>5747465
"Sure, I'll come along. I at least own a whetstone, but I'm sure my self taught technique pales in comparison to the genuine article." He was fairly certain that Jackie definitely did use an angle grinder on her blades.

>>5747463
>Mizuchi will take the $30k and get a kit of thermite and C4 for Tobias.
Mizuchi had never really interacted with the bald man and his strange, strange aura. Mizuchi and the rest of the gang were bringers of death, but there was something clinical and artificial about Tobias that was a cut above in being uncanny. He didn't really spend a lot of time with the rest of the gang, simply emerging on the scene of their crimes with a meticulously crafted disguise and some sort of sabotage that confounded their enemies. "I've seen what you can do without this stuff. Best of luck with whatever you're planning to do this time."

>>5747522
Mizuchi leans back in the driver's seat of his Katana as the rest of the squad breaks off into the tower. Last time, he'd been driven primarily by a desire to look cool. Now, now he was here to make amends for his failings. He kept a sharp set of eyes out for any signs of trouble, or the gang making their way out guns blazing. He'd be ready to peel out the second they were, and not a force on earth could stop him.
>Roling Cool(+5) as Driver for Ramirez's Tower Job.


Name: Mizuchi
Type: Assassin
Stats: HP 7/7, Edge 6/6, Move 6-1, Defense 8+2, Crit on 7-1
Factors: Hard 1, Cool 4+1, Sharp 1, Weird 4+1
Weapons: Pistol (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 4/8), Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 6), Raijin (Melee, Damage 4, [Stance], 1/1 Per Mission: [Stormdance] 0 AP,1 Edge. For one round, +1 Damage and Attacks Inflict Stun 1)
Gear: First Aid Kit (4/4 Uses), Bulletproof Suit (+1 Defense, +1 Edge)
Money: $483
Special Talent: Flash Step, Agility, Hanged Man's Fate (Temporary +1 Weird, Cool & -1 Move)
Assets: Katana Coupe w/ Engine Tuning, Racing TIres, and Nitrous [Speed 2+1, Handling 1+1, Size 3], Movie Collection (Anime), Loud Apartment, Blue Cassette
Heat: 10
Wanted Level: 1

>>5747828
Your stats are a little off, brain-man. Sharp 2 and Weird 2 come standard, and *then* you get a further +1 / +1.

Also you didn’t get a suit, so, I have to deduct points. What are the points for? You’re smart you’ll figure it out.

Now take this complementary, uh, 12500 and go have fun. And by fun I mean… a suit.

>>5746900
>roll for tarots
New money total: 109 833

Rolled 3 (1d22)

>>5747853

>>5747482
>>5747845
Also speaking of suits, *you* got one. Which is slick. But you’re confused about how weird it is that you found us.

By which I mean that your Crit is 9, with Weird 1. 10-1.