In combat the target's gymnastics is used as a negative modifier to the attack, or a proportion of their melee skill as a parry (or both). But since this isn't combat I'm happy to use opposing rolls.
Toast grabs Deject, but the grip isn't good enough to lift him.
Who am I? I'm an op looking for some gear stolen from my friend. Who the hell are you, and more importantly, who the hell is this kid? He's one of those Mama's Boys isn't he?
Dirk wrote:Now then chaps, there's no need for violence between Ops here - and if there is I'm sure having your head Blasted off might sate your thirst for violence.
Anyway, let's all just calm down and have a nice chat shall we? We are squad Five Punk. We believe this small urchin here may be part of a group called Mama's Boys - heard of them? They actually stole some of my stuff which currently appears to be adorning yours and your associate's persons.
Dirk whispers to Mephit so no bystanders can hear wrote:Well, let's just say it could be quite lucrative for all of us - money and station coverage. I don't know if you guys have a Financier or even a squad, but help us out and things could look very rosy indeed.
We're gathering quite an audience here though, shall we take this conversation elsewhere?
Toast wrote:Oh, I get it, I get it. One of you halfwits got done over by some kids, I'm guessing *you* prettyboy (he flicks his almost finished, but still lit cig at Dirk), and whilst scrabbling around in the gutters for your lost sex aids, you hear the name Mama Kutch and pitch a tiny trouser tent. Now you want *us* to help *you*?
I've got a counter-proposal. You guys help us. In return, we give you back the stuff of yours we already recovered. Alternatively, you can try and race us to her, with our headstart, and you can have your shit back after it gets through the system, having been "processed" as "evidence".
And what audience? I'm sure there's nothing here of interest to these lovely people.
As he says the last bit, he glances around at anyone watching, and lights a new cigarette with his thumb, British Gas advert style. He puts a meaningful flourish on the thumb-lighter.
EDIT: I think I should probably point out: Please don't take anything Toast does personally. He's a but of a twat (if you hadn't noticed) and im roleplaying him as such
EDIT #2: I choose a nice fiery red!
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Most of the crowd suddenly find more interesting things to look at. Deject and Mephis notice that the Props are just as curious as they ever were. Slightly amused even.
Toast, completely missing the sarcasm wrote:Nah, I think we've got that covered. But this Kutch is badass. Bunch of stormers went in after her once. They are all cold meat now. Some extra bodies on side would not go amiss.