[SgtBoomCloud]

Krestov stood perfectly still, awaiting the incoming attack, having forgotten that this particular one didn't tend to strike with normal attacks as he had intended to receive.  As the finger jabbed him, he felt a shock of sensation reverberate through his body, muscles tightening and locking up.  "nnh..."  Taking only one step back, he slowly righted himself, jaw set and taking in deep breaths to remain calm.  "Heh...well done..."

[Sabato Kuroi]

"You're a tough one" Torrent said, examining his own finger, still extended in front of his face.

"Most people collapse if they don't expect my strike.I'm glad you're on my side you crazy Russian.I bet the POW resistance trainers  back home had to devise new kinds of tortures especially for you."

[SgtBoomCloud]

He gave a little grin, grunting as he felt his muscles tighten, his movement significantly slower and more labored as he put an arm up, a large hand resting on the other's shoulder.  "Heh...They had a few ideas...you would be surprised how hot-simsense opens up their...field of play, as you say it?"  Gritting his teeth, he slowly sat himself down in his chair, awaiting the bottle to spin. That is quite a trick as well.  Perhaps you can teach me sometime.."

[OOC note: pending on which attirbute was affected, Krestov's Agility has dropped to 2, or Reaction to 1]

[Volker]

bnc returns to the room and pops up her can of beer. "I heard hotsim? What about it?"
She takes a sip of the beer, crinkling her nose about what Americans call beer and takes place on the sofa again.

[Sabato Kuroi]

"Trust me kid, you don't want to know.I don't, and that should give you a hint."

: 1d4 3

"Now, Krestov , I should thank you for helping me find my next question.Truth: I want to hear your honest opinion of each of us. Dare: Stay away from the food when it arrives, watch the others fill their bellies."

[Volker]

bnc tries to fight her grin, suppressing her schadenfreude, and comments dryly: "Now, that's mean."

[SgtBoomCloud]

The troll paused, looking at him quizzically, not unlike a puppy with a tilted head.  His stomach growled after a moment of tentative silence, deciding his fate for him.  He gave a sigh, rubbing his brow.

"Well, it looks like I am going with Truth.  I'll start with you, Torrent.  I've never been sure what to think of you.  You speak as if every word is carefully planned in your head first, and that disarming grin further masks you.  However, skill on the job has been proven twice over to me, and I know to trust you with my back."

He turned to the tiny girl in the room, sighing.  "bnc.  Well, out of everyone here, it's obvious that I've known her the longest, seeing as I brought her on this team.  Her skill is beyond question, and I happen to find talks with her quite stimulating."

Finally, he turned to the ork.  "Slobbertooth...your skill is also good, and I can depend upon in a firefight.  I can admire your attitude and lack of concern for your image...after all, with a handle like that, one can only imagine a certain type of person, heh..."  Satisfied with his answer, he sat back, giving a nod.

[Volker]

bnc gives him an approving nod, her facial expression unreadable. Then, as he sees him sitting back, he hands him the bottle in a mute gesture.

[Sabato Kuroi]

I'll be damned. Troll, you may be wiser than you look.

Torrent shrugs and sits back comfortably.

"My  stomach can't stand pork anyway."

[SgtBoomCloud]

Krestov gives a nod, picking up the bottle, tossing it in the air and catching it before giving it a twirl, seeing how the bottle: 1d4 2 will land....and seeing it point at Torrent.

Huh..reminds me of an old sport they used to play....Ping or Pang...not quite sure the name.  Okay, Torrent...  Truth: has there ever been a job you had to walk away from, without completion?   And for Dare..."

His talking was interrupted by the doorbell going off...looks like pizza is here.  "Dare...tip the delivery driver, ten percent."

[Sabato Kuroi]

"As I told bnc earlier this evening, there has been  one time when I chose not to complete the job.Wetwork.The target wasn't supposed to be pregnant though.The Johnson, a politician who wished  to avoid a possible scandal concerning one of his many mistresses, didn't even seem to care when I told him he was about to become a father.He just wanted me to finish the job and casually informed me  that my reward had been doubled.He never thought  that a rascal such as myself could reject his  generous offer since  the  second target would be practically defenceless."

[Volker]

"That's disgusting. You just climbed up one step in the bnc ladder of respect. Such a swine."

[SquirrelDude]

"Professionalism is overrated in this business. We got into this hobby because we didn't want to or couldn't follow society's rules and survive, so why should we always follow them while were on a job?"

[Volker]

bnc nods in agreement. "Absolutely ... I ... I don't think I could join in wetwork at all, to be honest."

She looks into the others' eyes, eventually locking at Krestov's gaze.

[SgtBoomCloud]

Krestov remained silent, his eyes fixed downward as he gave a simple, curt nod at all the opinions.  "...Da...of all the things we do...those choices are the hardest, aren't they..."

Reaching onto the table, he picked out a flower from a set in the centerpiece, holding it up to his nose almost poetically with a solemn look on his face.  "I...cannot deny I have done work like that.  I usually forget the next several days after out of guilt.  Heh...this was...enlightening..."  He picked up the bottle, quietly and slowly putting it down in front of Torrent.