[Lumen]

Knives tips his head to return the courtesy, when he brings his eyes up they are hyper focused on his target.  Even if it's a practice bout with practice swords the thrill of the fight has always gotten Knives' blood pumping.  His natural quickness and mana infused reflexes left the instructor moving in slow motion.  While he knew it might blow his cover of knowing anything about fencing he couldn't help but thrust out towards the instructor.


Agility 7 + Blades 6 = 13d6.  13d6.hits(5)=4

[Csjarrat]

The instructor's passive starting posture led you right into the trap he'd set.
His pace was electric; you thought you were going to land a lovely strike into his abdomen but before you knewe it, your blade was parried with a beautiful and graceful arc and his momentum carried the tip of his blade into your chestpiece.
Your image link pulsed red and the outline of you was now sullied with a red mark approximating the point of impact.
You staggered forwards under your own momentum and the instructor danced backwards, retaking a neutral defensive posture as you readied for another point.
instructor spends 7 ini to perform riposte. you are up again at ini 15.

[Csjarrat]

@Zweiblumen:
The lock invites a MARK and yields to your attempts to open it, a heavy deadbolt disengaging from the inner mechanics of the heavy security door letting you know that it was now open. The crowd up the corridor had reached a crescendo and judging by the change in tone of the hailing on the loudspeaker, stuff was getting hurled at the police lines.

[Lumen]

*That fraggin twinkle toes!  Bet you think you're bloody clever don't ya?*  Knives' was shocked at the speed in which his blow had been countered and answered but it wasn't the first time something like that had happened.  Everything he had learned from his lifetime of fighting with short blades had thought him to get in quick and hit hard.  So that's just what he did.  Letting his momentum carry him Knives plants and once again thrusts with his saber.


Agility 7 + Blades 6 = 13d6. 13d6.hits(5)=5


*Let's see how you like that one ya stuffed shirt wanker!*

[saithor]

Silas Blackwell grumbled angirily as he walked down the snow-covered streets. he had been down to the local pub to get a pint, and before he knew it the already snowy streets had turned into a bloody blizzard! The dwarf took his frustration out kicking a snow pile before continuing on his way towards where his apartment was. The mage breathed on his gloved hands, trying to get some warmth on him. He may be dying, but he was not going to have it put in his obituary that he got claiemd by some bloody frozen water. After a while he finally made it back to his apartment building. He let himself in, and the cold air that came with him got a complaint from someone lounguing around on the floor, and a half-mumbled apology and a glare got Silas passage without getting yelled at. The dwarf took the stairs, and eventually made it to his third story single-room. He went inside and set up some soy to get cooking. Whiel he waited, he checked his comn for any messages. Ad..Ad..spam...some idiot I owe money to...Tilly, apparently she want me to meet her third boyfriend...No jobs. Nothing He thought as the soy cooked Nothing to do. Gaah, this is driving me crazy!. He started on the food, shoveling it into his mouth. I could have kept my mouth shut, but nope, I had to tell Callie, and now she'll give me any work because she's afraid I'll drop dead on a job. Bloody diesase is ruining my life, just not in the way I imagined.

[ProfGast]

As Ena strolled around the corner of the street near her flat, she permitted herself a slight smile.  She actually liked the snow.  The cold air made everything smell crisp, and though it did very little to dampen the actual scents of the city it seemed to make even the smoggy air smell a little bit clearer.  That and the way the sunlight on the top of the snow caused those wonderful shimmering patterns to appear as the light refracted was a treat.  She'd brought up the phenomena to Evan once, way back, but his response of "What, ye like the way it sparkles?" had shown he probably wasn't seeing quite the same thing.

I guess not everybody sees the things I do.

Ena shrugged to herself and tightened her jacket around herself at a sudden chill breeze.  Mentally checking her current funds through her DNI she grimaces.

Ah well not something to worry about.  Not like it's anything new.  I better find some work this week though, or it's more time at Beaumont's shop and that'll hardly keep me breaking even.

[Csjarrat]

@ Knives:
His neutral stance allows him to easily read your attack, expertly shifting his weight and parrying your thrust with an artistic flourish.
He slapped his foil across your back as your momentum opened you up to reprisals and he expertly stepped around you.
Once again the image link pulsed red to register the contact and another wound was added to your sensor suit's outline.
Frustrated at his artistic flourish and easy professionalism, you realise this must be your mark. A wave of common sense overcomes you, He'd easily dodged attacks that had gutted your regular opponents and left them bleeding on the streets. A new approach was needed.
He took an easy stance, heading to your side of the sparring line as you'd overcommitted and taken his.
Who taught you boy? You thrust like you're used to using something far heavier than a foil. You overcommit, more like you're trying to cause a grievous wound than score a point.

@saithor:
You'd not long stepped over the threshold of the doorway into your apartment before the cleaning drones fired up and buzzed about the kitchen as you cracked on with the cooking. A you still had plenty of the nicer flavourants and some pre-made sauces and made up a passable thai green curry.
You stared idly out of the window whilst you shovelled it down, alternating between the slowly drifting snow flakes and the line of drivel in your AR feed from your mailbox.
The threats on the debt were getting more severe with the passing weeks and your bank balance was no where near healthy enough to meet even half the interest.
Your heart rate rose slightly at the sight of a couple of heavy set thugs heading down the street and the backed up fluids in your lungs provoked a coughing fit.
You hacked and spluttered, a thin sputum hitting the back of the sink and bringing a touch of relief, though the heavy tinge of red confirmed that your time for this world was running low.
Setting the dishwasher running, you got yourself cleaned up and settled in on the couch and flicked idly through the trid streams.
You almost didn't hear your commlink vibrate, but when you did, you were most surprised:
//<<From: Callie207>>//Big player is after a team. High risk, decent pay. Interested?//

[Zweiblumen]

Looking at the map, Taylor sees his safest course of action is to take the long way around by the signals room.  There's less people over there and everyone is distracted anyway.  He sees 4 cameras along that path and quickly gains access to them.

HotF 4 TFL cameras (Log 6 + Hack 6 = 12): 4#12d6t5 2 7 7 2
the 2's mean there's a *tiny* chance they could tie me as they have 2 dice to defend.  Can't believe I got 2 hits not once, but twice!?!?!

Using the cameras to make sure his path is clear, Taylor carefully makes his way through the hallways towards the exit.  As he goes past each  camera, they oddly suffer from poor image quality and appear rather pixelated.

Edit File 4 TFL cameras (Log 6 + Computer 6 = 12): 4#12d6t5 4 6 4 3


'As long as no one physically sees me, I should be good to go.  Come on kid, you can make this!' He thinks to himself as he sneaks through the eerily quiet hallways.

[saithor]

//<From:Blackwell101>//Give me the cooridnates and the sitrep, and I'll be there as soon as I possibly can.//

Food forgotten Silas opened up his closet and got his armored jacket out and put it on. Finally, some excitment in the world again. He may not be afraid of dying, but dying out of boredom wasting away in his apartment was something else entirely. The second thing he got from his closet was a long thin brown package, within which contained  his good ol' Defiance. Getting the fake license for it had been a doozy, but the gun was worth it. Spellcasting might be better, but made to much of a target out of himself, and nothing made your displeasure with someone known like a barrelful of buckshot through the mouth. He fondly remebered a particulary nasty executive that he had executed like that. Shaking his thoughts out of the past he grabbed the package, amde sure his focus was still tied to his sleeve, and he started walking downstairs to head out, waiting for Callie's reply. He was so keyed up to be working again, even the snow didn't seem as bad as it was jsut a few minutes ago.

[Lumen]

"My apologies... I haven't fenced since my school days and got a little over anxious."  Knives takes his spot at the line. *Come on Miles you're making an arse of yourself.  You can't over power him like ya would in a dark alley.  Be smart, stay calm...*

He readies himself for the next encounter, determined to come out on top.

[Csjarrat]

@profgast_______________
The breeze picked up as you rounded the block and headed down to the river's edge. a steady stream of workers trudged past you heading to the East-End industrial estates ready for the late shift. Their incessant footfall had turned the snow on the path to a thick sludge that caked your boots and slopped at the bottom of your jeans, dampening your ankles as you headed along the bank.
A few street traders interspersed the usual pop-up stores along the promenade, hot toddies of cider and meat-wrap sellers filled the usually rank air with a sweetness that rarely pierced the Old Smoke's smoggy atmosphere but the snow and breeze helped shift the shit out of everyone's lungs and made for a pleasant change of pace.

Stopping by the railings, you placed your mittened hands on them and peered up-stream and over to the north bank. The Arcology dominated the skyline to your left, towering over the square mile's skyscrapers and drowning them with a barrage of oppressive AR ads for half the city's January sales specials. It utterly dwarfed tower bridge, which looked like a relic that could as well have been as old as the pyramids contrasted against such a backdrop.
The city had seen some history alright, it had been a good home to millions over the ages, but without a source of income soon, you were gonna be up shit creek without a paddle.
A voice from behind you startled you out of your mental headspace.
You spun on your heels, caught off guard.
A rank looking hobo stood near you, shod in kit that had long fallen apart but had been coerced to carry on in service of this wretched looking bloke.
Y'allright love?? can ye spare some change fer a bite te eat?
His accent was thick Glaswegian, a single digit number of teeth occupied his bleeding gums and his outstretched palm showed the distinctive nip of frostbite and as you suspected from his appearance, a couple of track-marks.
He wasn't in a good state.

@lumen_________________________
No... That's not right at all. I've trained many a rusty schoolboy before. They just forget how to parry, lose their instinct a bit. Your style is...... different.
Again. He calls En-Garde! and advances towards you, left hand neutral as a counterbalance behind him and with a defensive posture.
He looks for an opening and whips a lightning quick jab your way before retreating to his defensive posture
Free action: pre-emptive parry (-5 ini)
Complex: melee attack(-10 ini) 15d6.hits(5)=5 5 hits.
remaining 7 ini

@Saithor__________________
You'd just locked the door and cleared the first floor of stairs when the reply came through
//Cool it, the meet with the bigwig isn't for a day or two. Need to run you through the basics first. Breakfast tomorrow, O'Malleys at 9.30am alright?//

@Zweiblumen________________
The cameras yield one by one and you start to make progress down the hallway. after the first doorway, the corridor splits off to the left through a heavy security door to the signals office. A pane of bulletproof glass separates you from the room that was backlit by the green displays of the staff at their holo-terminals. You could hear the mutterings of people at work and caught a glimpse of a suited woman moving on the far side of the room before you ducked back down out of line of sight.
Roll infiltration to advance or roll perception/ewar to view through cameras.

[saithor]

Silas cursed and turned around to head back upstairs.

//Yeah, that's fine, I'll be there at that time. Night//

Sighing, he went back into his apartment and put both the coat and the gun back inside his closet. It was late enough for him to turn in. He set his alarm for 7:30, better to make absolutely sure he didn't miss the appointment because of some drek cropping up. With that he went to bed.

[Csjarrat]

@saithor__________
The night was restless, you awoke several times, hacking up the clear sputum that belied chronic heart disease. Morning came like a kick to the balls, the garbage truck's noise reverberating off the sheer walls of the apartment blocks of south-central London and into your ears.
The soyprocessor had already made a start on breakfast as you showered and the trid display popped up with the BBC news. Spurs had beaten West Ham 2-1 and the highlight reel looked like Zedanov scored an absolute belter in extra time.
You peered through the blinds at the street below to find that it had snowed even more overnight, a thick blanket lay on the pavements and parked cars, punctured only by the tire tracks and footprints of the garbage collectors below.

[Lumen]

This was the moment Knives had been waiting for, finally this glorified sensor poker made an offensive move.  Knives was ready and moved his blade to counter the oncoming blow.  He deftly batted away the initial blow and tried to capitalize on the small opening.  The instructor's advantage of knowledge and honed skill in this particular style was clear but Knives' pride wouldn't stand for being so obviously bested.  The window of opportunity was small and closing with each second but he stuck out to finally land a blow.
"You've caught me... Fencing I haven't practiced since school but it is much easier to find a fencing club than one that practices Fiore Dei Liberi around these parts..."


Parry (- 5 Ini): Agility 7 + Blades 6 = 13d6. 13d6.hits(5)=6

On Initiative 14:
Complex Action (-10 Ini) Melee Attack.  Agility 7 + Blades 6 = 13d6.  13d6.hits(5)=5

Remaining Initiative: 4.  Not really enough to do anything with

[Zweiblumen]

Taylor quickly ducks away from the view of the window and sneaks a look through the cameras to get his timing down.

4 perception on cameras (Int 5 + EW 6 = 11): 4#11d6t5 5 6 3 5