[luckace]

 Scipio loosened the small hold-out-pistol, that was carefully hidden in his armslide. He nervously scratched his ears. All right, now or never! From behind the broken metal-canister, where he was cowering, he shouted in a voice, that he hoped would sound authoritan and intimidating: "Four arms are pointing at you, so don't make any sudden movements!"
He waited a few seconds, then he got up and walked towards his enemies, his hands up in the air as a sigh of his good intentions. "We just want to talk, ok?"

[gilga]

Fearlessly approaching the man Lucky extands his hand. Lucky... nice to meet you. Are you the guys that augmented Bikki? Dont mind my colleagues they are just nervous.
He is not afraid if they wanted to kill Riker was gone already.

[Volker]

The dark-skinned man casts you a look that is quite difficult to determine in the semi-darkness of the heavy monsoon rain. It could be anything... apart from friendly, amused, beneficial or basically anything you might find positive. He clears his throat before speaking.

"Is this a way to begin a conversation? Shiva and Vishnu, you street rats are even more impolite than I thought after all these years of working on you. Now, bistarai. My boys have better weapons, better training and less restraints, just to sort that one out. What is it you want, boys? I made my way all through this nasty weather, so you better have some good excuse."

If you want to frighten him, you might roll Intimidation rolls. Since Cissy is the scariest of you, I'd suggest he'll do the main roll and you the supportive ones.

[gilga]

Why did you made that lovely child an assasin? What was it good for? This is not exactly the place for manners and ettiquete... stop this guns bullshit... if you wanted to use them you could have just do so yet here we are... I am not bleeding yet...

[luckace]

"...And we don't want to use ours either. I just wasn't sure if you would let me finish talking before putting a bullet between my eyes. You know, gotta be careful in the streets." Scipio does his best to hide his disgust. He already hated the man. He was wearing fine clothes that could probably feed their whole gang for a week if they sold them and smelled of expensive aftershave. Scipio couldn't tell if he REALLY smelled of anything in specific, but simply being around this sad excuse of the process of evolution made him want to vomit on something expensive.
Still, he tried to keep his masquerade up, if possible without lying. Scipio knew that he was not a very good liar, he would leave that mostly to Lucky.
"See, we're his friends, his family if you want so. So we want to know a little bit more  about his... godfathers."
He did not exactly know what that meant, but he knew it was supposed to be a fancy word for "uncle", or at least something similar.
It tastes bitter and wrong in his mouth...

[Volker]

The man with the gold chain glowers at Lucky. "Easy, man. It was you who threatened. I suggest you put down any arms you have right fucking now or you will have to re-think that statement about not bleeding real fast. Got it, chummer?"
Then the stout man interferes. "That's fine, B.R.  Those kids just lost their temper after something happened to them.
Now, kids, explain what the fuck is going on, and then we'll se what we can do, tik chha?"

[gilga]

Lucky does not show any emotions... My little taser stays where it is.
That said... little biki shows back in the hood armed and  with a new slot in his head... some chip stuck in there... he was not himself... he started shooting... he got one of us by the time we stoped him.
Can you explain a little bit whats he been up to these last monthes... and who would do this to a little kid.

[luckace]

While Lucky was talking, Scipio carefully scanned the men for weapons or any dangerous belongings. He folded bis arms behind his back, for one reason because he thought it would look sophisticated, but mostly to make sure zhey didn't discover his hold-out.


Perception: 6d6t5 2

[Volker]

Grudgingly the human doesn't shoot a hole into Lucky or Scipio, but he demonstratively puts his hand on the MP he brought. Through the heavy rain it's impossible to tell whether the troll has any weapons hidden under his wide orange robe. Same goes for the stout man. He might have hidden weapons practically anywhere, but if he does, they do not show.

The man frowns. "Yes, I think I can shed some light on the past, though I am afraid I can't give answers to all of your questions. Bikki indeed lived at our place for a couple of months. But before we talk, I suggest we go somewhere nicer, if it pleases the gentlemen?"

[luckace]

"Nah, I think you'll stay.", Scipio declines without hesitating. "See, you were perfectly right earlier, your guys ARE better equipped and probably better trained. Our only advantage is at the moment, that we are more than you, and that you can't see most of us. Would be kinda stupid to give up that advantage just for a dry place, right?" Be tries an innocent, charming smile.
"Besides", Scipio continues with a grin, "where are your manners, that you just decline our hospitality like this?"
He turns serious again. "But you were talking about Bikki. He lived with you, you said. Were you in charge of him?"

While talking, he carefully eyes the man with the gold chain and the MP. He seems the most dangerous and the most ready to do bad stuff. Behind his back, he makes sure that his small streetlight-special can slide out of his armslide smoothly. I don't wanna use it, but I'd better be ready to do so.

Negotiation (in case it counts as one): 9d6t5 5

[gilga]

Lucky nods and agrees with Scipio. "While I wouldn't even dream to provoke you guys... my friends here seems a bit edgy - I do not know if it can go to some other location right now. We are not made of sugar and are already totally wet."

Sorry for missing the post I was going to post it a couple of days but got distracted and never finished it.
if it is negotiation Lucky can help and provide additional dice to Scipio.

[Volker]

"Hmm, is that so." The stout, almost bald man frowns, but remains silent. Riker and Cissy are having problems to make anything out in the increasingly dim light and through the heavy rain. Lucky, tense like a spring, waits for the man to finally give some answers. Only Scipio notices a split-second earlier that something is wrong. He's seen the like before: The temple's spokesman is not thinking, he's communicating. Almost too late he realizes the flickering in the armed human's eye: He has received some kind of command...



Scipio: Judge Intention (CHA+INT vs CHA+WIP): Judge Intentions: 9d6t5 5
Opposed Roll: 8d6t5 3
Success!

Lucky: same:
Judge Intentions: 11d6t5 3
Opposed Roll: 8d6t5 3
That's bad luck...

Riker (-6 visibility modifier):
Judge Intentions: 2d6t5 1
Opposed Roll: 8d6t5 2
No success.

Sissy (-6 visibility modifier):
Judge Intentions: 2d6t5 1
Opposed Roll: 8d6t5 3


Let's rule this as follows: In the next combat round, Scipio will count like having a delayed action, which means, he comes first, no matter what initiave score everyone has, but suffers a -1 dice pool modifier. Hope, I didn't get anything wrong.
If that's fine for you, I'll roll all the initiative scores and display them in my next post.

[luckace]

There, for one short moment, Scipio noticed a certain gleem in the man's eyes. It was the dangerous gleam of obedience, paired with an even more dangerous sadism. Inside his mind, an alarm-bell started ringing like crazy. The young elf had dealt with enough obedient, sadistic assholes to know when a man was dangerous.And this man, according to Scipios inner sense, was danger and aggression packed into fancy clothes. He had to react.
For one moment, he thought about shooting either the stout man or his aggressive sidekick with the gold-cain. But that would probably cause more problems than it would solve, plus he didn't want to kill anyone just IN CASE they were dangerous. No, I won't murder someone just because they act suspiciously.
The other option was to call Sissy. Maybe the impressive troll would be intimidating enough to prevent any bullets from flying. In fact, Sissy might be the only one that could hopefully prevent the situation from escalating, without provoking the already hostile templemen even more.
On the other hand, they had given them the chance to negotiate. But the stout man had given them zero inforation so far. Seems like he doesn't want to talk. I endanger my friends if I keep trying to reason with these guys!
If the templemen wanted to negotiate, they had had their opportunity and they missed it. In other words: the time of talk was probably over. Now was the time to react before it was too late.
In one smooth movement, Scipio stepped forward (between Lucky and the templars) and let his small streetlight-special slide out of his hidden holster, pointing directly at the man with the MP (more or less at his heart, to be exact). "Don't move, fuckers, or I'll blow his brains out!", he shouted, trying to sound not as nervous as he felt. His thoughts were racing. Shit, what am I doing? He still did NOT want to use his gun, but he felt like a threat was the only way to make sure the armed man couldn't endanger his friends.

[Volker]

And then everything went crazy. Out of nowhere HarleQueens shrill voice yelled over the rusty fields of long-forsaken metal junk: "Ambush!"
The same moment, you hear the soft clicking of muffled shots. Sissy, at whom the shots were aimed, just in time managed to throw himself to the side, leaving him unharmed. Thunder rumbles in the distance, accentuating the menacing atmosphere. A couple of kids from the street got into something way too big for them. Sissy curses silently.

A couple of meters apart, you can see the troll setting one step forward, bringing himself into a fighting stance. The man with the gold chain lifts one leg and shifts his weight to the side, hoping to evade an early doom. The time of parley was over. Now it would be weapons speaking...

[Jack_Spade]

Riker was like a coiled steel spring. The signal was what he had expected and somehow hoped - a release for all the frustrations and indignities.

Without thought or doubt he jumped from his hiding place down on the chain man, channeling all his rage and fury into a single strike at the man's exposed neck with all the weight a 16 year old scrawny boy jumping from three meters height could muster.


Charge attack +2, Called Shot (Vitals) -4, Superior Position +2
Edge +5
Charging-Jump-Vitals-Attack: 16d6t5 7
Rerolling Sixes: 5d6t5 3
Rerolling Sixes(2): 2d6t5 1
Rerolling Sixes(3): 1d6t5 0
Dmg: 6+2 + 11 successes AP -3

Remaining Edge: 3