[saithor]

"Oh, bloody heck." The dwarf said. He went and grabbed the armored coat, but left the shotgun in this time. No need to bring that to fiendly brunch. He frowned as he saw the soyprocessor cooking. He had known about the brakfest, and he could have sworn he had set the thing not to waste food in the morning. Maybe somebody has hacked into the machine, and was planning on using it to try and poison him? Had a hacker broken in and was currently observing him throught he innocent looking device? Something to check up on when he got back from breakfest. He headed outside, and yes, the snow was deeper and harder to slodge through this time. he was about to set off on his normal route to O'malleys when he remembered the Soy porcessor's weird behavior. Frowning and mulling it over, he headed off on an alternate route. Even with the tough going through the snow, he should still arrive a good fifteen or so minutes early to his meeting with Callie.

[Csjarrat]

@lumen____________
His defensive posture and honed response to attack caught your assault just in the nick of time, redirecting your thrust into a clash of blades. You both struggled against each other, almost locking the hand-guards as the bendy blades slid across one another.
He desperately did not want to concede a point to an upstart, and you certainly wanted to land one, and it became a battle of wills as to who would land the blow.


Pre-emptive parry allows him to use parry throughout the combat turn at no further initiative loss:
16d6.hits(5)=5 parried your thrust but you're now locked in blade-to-blade struggle.
STR + BOD (4) test please

[Csjarrat]

@saithor__________
The place was as busy as you'd expect it to be on a shitty winters morning. The queue for take-outs stretched to the door and most of the tables were taken. The smell of freshly baked pastries and coffee got your stomach rumbling as the maître-d took you over to Callie's table.
She looked at you agog. "you're not quite dead yet then?"
The waitress took your drinks order with a friendly smile and Callie's face dropped the jokey smile and looked deadly serious; "you fit to work or am I wasting your limited time here?"

@Zwei___________
None of the cameras showed any movement but camera three was the worry.
It overlooked the toilets, the grainy grey image it showed allowed you to just about make out the distinctive lines of the womens and you assumed the gents was just out of line of sight.

[saithor]

"Callie, lass, I'm hurt. And I'm fine. The doctor's say I should be good for another year at the least, and the bloody thing doesn't impair my performance in any way, so yes, I am fit to work." Silas said as he ordered his meal. "And don't skimp on it either lass." he told the waitress.

[Lumen]

Knives pushed hard against his opponent,  his sneer of contempt hidden only by the sensor helmet.  Now was the time he could use the brute strength he had become so used to relying on.  Locked in a battle of wills there was no room for quick moves or fancy sword tricks.


Strength 4 + Body 5 = 9d6. 9d6.hits(5)=3
Spending edge to reroll nonhits.
6d6.hits(5)=1.   Just barely but I got the 4 hits.

[ProfGast]

Ena smiles at the hobo sympathetically.

"Oh you poor thing.  I don't really have any spare coin on me… I can spare these for a lad who's hard on his luck though, if you don't mind the colour that is.

She quickly slips her hands out of her mittens (pastel pink) and offers them with her left hand.

[Csjarrat]

@profgast_____________
Yer..Yer an..Angel...
Thank ye sweatheart
He slipped them over his frozen hands and bowed his head in thanks before shuffling off up the river.
Your hands now felt the full force of the biting river breeze and it tugged at your hair, blowing across your face and into your mouth as it stuck to your lip gloss.
The snow began to fall in tissue paper size chunks and soon drifts collected in the windward sides of bins, benches and parked cars and you shoved your hands into your pockets as you headed upstream to the meet.
Ryan's was a small pub, frequented usually by the shift workers in the Ork Quarter, home of the most deprived people in london. Long hours in shit conditions in the smelting district did nothing for their already short longevity and instead of fighting it, most just made the most of the shorter time they had left, getting thoroughly pissed up in a mixture of excellent (depending on taste) dive bars, drug dens and BTL houses. Ryan's was on the classier end, but it was always a good shout for a night out

@lumen__________
You push and push shoving him back onto his off-foot with a series of grunts. He found good purchase against the high-grip flooring and steadied himself with a second hand supporting his sword arm. You redoubled your efforts and matched him with your left arm pushing your right forwards.
Something told you that the other students had lost interest in their own matches and had begun to pay attention to your duel with their lead instructor.
A stalemate broke out between you and you dug deep into your reserves, channeling mana into your muscles to give you the edge you needed. His laboured breath intensified with your own as he began to give inch by inch, millimetre by millimetre.
His foil gave out before his muscles did, shearing with an awful mettalic clang. The sudden release of resistance catapulted your arms foward, smacking him square in the chin of the mask with your hand guard and sending him straight to the ground as you stumbled forward slightly.
A stunned silence spread around the room as the instructor rolled prone and pushed up from there, a huge dint in in his mask belied the force of the impact.
You looked around as he got to his knees, the students looking at you agog as they flipped their masks up with quizzical looks on their faces.
An asian looking chap moved towards the downed instructor to help him up as you decided what to do

@saithor____________
The waitress looked unimpressed as she scribbled down your full-english order and returned shortly with a pot of tea for two and two piled plates of sausage, beans, egg, bacon, tommies and mushies. It looked like heaven as you took a glug of tea and tucked in.
Alright well, if you're really in the game so to speak. You wouldn't mind doing a little favour for me would you? prove that you're up to it?
This is a big job and I can't have you fucking this up. Pay is good before you ask. 10k a head, 2k bonus for timeliness. 500 quid kit allowance up front.
She chopped up a slab of bacon and piled a forkful of beans onto it and shoveled it in as she looked at you for the inevitable barrage of questions.

[Lumen]

"Oh shite!"  Knives exclaims as the foil snaps and his guard collides with the instructor's mask.  He drops his sabre to the ground and steps forward to offer a hand up.  "Terribly sorry about that old chap.  You ok?"

Mentally Knives is kicking himself, *You fuckwit, now ya've made a scene and everyone is looking.  Better keep this helmet on as long as I can.  Never know who might recognize me.* 

[Csjarrat]

Its...ah...its fine. You lot, back as you were.
He waves away the asian bloke and takes you hand up, flipping up his mask as he got unsteadily to his feet.
A trickle of blood sullied his recognisable face, it was Lord Langdale, your mark afer all.
Where did you learn to fight like that? No fencer i've seen in the uk has that technique. You fight with so much...Hatred, Like your life depends on it.
He rubs a smudge of the red stuff off onto his crisp white sensor suit and looks at you, clearly not seeing you for what you really were; a sword wielding gangster from the east-end.

[ProfGast]

Ena steps into Ryan's quickly, sighing audibly as the heated air immediately starts to warm her up.  She glances around, looking at the other clientele and taking the moment to shake out the bit of snow stuck in her hair.

"I don't suppose you could get me a nice hot cuppa?"

She walks towards the bar, working the chill out of her body since she's back indoors.

[saithor]

"No problem. Just name it and it will be done." Silas said. When the food came in he grinned and started digging into the good breakfast. "But first let me finish my breakfest. This stuff is good!"

[Lumen]

"You certainly know your stuff sir.  It wasn't a school instructor who taught me to fight like that and it wasn't here in jolly ole England.  They teach you to fight with everything you've got in the Royal Marines and that sticks with you when the blood gets pumping.  Sorry if I got a little rough on you."  Knives finally lifts his helmet to reveal a devilish grin.  "Maybe I could buy you a pint after the class?  I feel just awful hitting you like that."

[Csjarrat]

@Lumen__________
"Ah, Marine eh? RAF myself. Why not? Lets get finished up here and head to the rose and crown. We can swap war stories eh old boy? Meet you out front in a bit. Langdale's the name; yours?"
He wipes the last of the blood away from his lip and pushes the dint out of the fine mesh mask as best he can and checks over the remaining fencing partners, advising on posture, stance and technique.
Most of the group began to fizzle away now, heading up towards the changing rooms and having a good gossip en-route.

@Saithor_________
Simple courier job, just need someone more reliable for this one as its really important it gets there unopened. I'll give you a couple hundred quid so you're not out of pocket.
The breakfast was as hearty as anything you'd get from a greasy spoon cafe; oodles of beans, a pair of sausages, a couple slices of bacon and a dollop of scrambled eggs, all topped off with tinned tomatoes and fried mushrooms.
A couple slices of granary toast sat on the side of the plate with plenty of butter on each slice. It was heaven!

@Profgast________
The place was like a sauna in comparison to the biting wind off the river. It was pretty busy, shift workers grabbing a bite to eat before/after their day at work and a few locals getting out of the wind.
A fat and greasy ork manned the kitchenette, a knackered looking soyprocessor and drinks dispenser being the only functional looking hardware aside from the gas hob which displayed some less-than-hygienic pots and pans.
Course we do love, Medium/large/troll size? Oh, and you staying in or taking out?
Bex sat at a small table in the far corner, absorbed in an AR display that was locked to private. She'd changed her hair colour again but looked much the same otherwise
Bex is one of Smith's agents who act as middlemen. You've seen Bex before and know she's reliable

@Zwei________
You sneak through the first two sets of doors with no issues, the long corridors boxing around the signals room with only minor store cupboards branching off from it.
The next set of doors split into a crossroads of sorts, the toilets to your right and an open door into the signals room to your left. You can hear voices and the background hum of machinery and cooling fans.
You scan the cameras again looking for movement and it all looks clear, so you take your chances and push on to the last set of doors. Before you disengage the lock, your blood runs cold; John? John? come take a look at this mate, its fucked again.
One of the operators aced an audio perception check and heard your footsteps as you passed the doorway but didn't get a visual on you

[saithor]

"Not a problem then lass, just get me the goods and directions, and this little package of yours will make it there untouched and unhamred. Their isn't anybody after it now though is there? Because someone may or may not have hacked into my soy-processor this morning." said Silas as he enjoyed the heavenly experience of the food. Best to enjoy this stuff while he still could.

[Lumen]

Knives flashes a smile, "Brilliant, I'll let you wrap up here and meet you out front in a tick.  Name's Rutherford, pleasure is all mine."  He gives a respectful nod then grabs his sabre and heads with the rest of the crowd up to the changing room.  *Well that didn't work out too bad... more attention than I was hopin for but hopefully between here and the rose and crown we can find a place for a proper chat.*

He keeps to himself despite the chatter unless someone directly approaches and gets changed.  As he slips back into his street clothes Knives tucks away two of his blades to be readily accessible.  Once set he heads out front and lights up a smoke waiting for his mark to come out.