[Thvor]

Perception (4 skill, 4 int, 3 vision enhancement): 11d6.hits(5)=5
Intuition: 4d6.hits(5)=0 (no glitch, but no hits, either!)

Guess it's fitting that the mundane member of the team would be oblivious...

[SeriousOne338]

When the case is closed conversations start up again in the restaurant, from the corner you hear laughter as the group of wage slaves make fun of each other being scared. But the laughter is forced the feeling of dread is still in the air. Off to one side of the register you see a flustered news person come onto a simple flat screen TV, the noise is down but the headline scrolls across the bottom. "Freak Storm front is moving in from the north, High wind advisory in effect. Population is suggested to stay indoors until the storm blows out" In the back group you can see lightning and a tornado. Your minds think well ain't this great now we have a storm to contend with, and this bloody case.


So now what?

[Marak1972]

We are in the 'Emerald city' and now maybe a tornado....wtf 

[Netzgeist]

Guess I was too late, but yet:
Perception (Visual) check:
4 (Intuition) + 4 (Perception) + 2 (Perceptive) + 3 (Gear Modifier) = 13 dice pool = 3 hits, no glitch
"Common sense"*:
4 (Intuition) = 2 hits, no glitch
*I don't know if you accept this, Serious, but as you say this text is to perceive some time connections, wouldn't the bonus from Analytical Mind apply?
Anyway, I'm tossing this two die in, so you count it or not depending on your judging:
2 dice (Analytical Mind) = 0 hits, anyway. So it stays the same.

[farothel]

"I'll go and have a look," Rache said, "whatch my shoes for a second, will you."
She put herself in the chair so that if her body went limp, it wouldn't be immediately obvious it was doing that.  Then she moved out and moved high up (about 300 ft or something) looking at the storm in the astral.  If necessary she would go closer, but not too close.


assensing on the storm, checking for spirit or other magical activity.
intuition 3 + assensing 4 + perceptive 1 + owl mentor spirit 2 =10 (10d6.hits(5) =2)

[Thvor]

"Oh, perfect. A storm. First we had gangers spying on us, then we had to go into that damn gremlin-infested bar, and now we're going to get blown all over the city while we try to decide whether or not to piss Mr. J. off. This is just frackin' great." Hank sighs. "Of course, that's assuming that this thing is the 'link he wanted in the first place. Maybe the girl's right, and he pointed us at the wrong convoy...or maybe the link he wanted was actually being carried by one of the goons. In which case he's going to be pissed no matter what we do."

Looking at Smiley and Rybka, he continues, "So...what say we go to Mr. J., tell him that his intel sucked, and that there was no 'link in the convoy. He can't complain that we're not giving him what he didn't ask for. If he changes his tune and starts talking about books, well, I'd say you two could probably negotiate a pretty good contract, eh? And if not...well, I'm sure our new friend could probably find someone who'd be willing to pay for this. Or pay to have it destroyed. Either works for me."

[Netzgeist]

"Seems almost good to me." Rybka answer, all the while not taking her eyes out of Rache's limp body. She just went for a walk in the astral leaving her body vacant while holding that damn book? The russian girl didn't want to call unwanted sobrenatural attention or to call fate's odds against them, but it's really better not to be taken surprised.

"Even so, we should expect opposition not just on the social and civilized aspect during this negotiation, so I would really like us all to be packing all the heat we can when we went there to do the deed. And we should prepare the place. Avoid all traps, do not allow them to have any upper hand, that kind of thing. Then we can get into negotiations, knowing that if things will (and most probably they will) go sour, our chances are the best we could take."

[SeriousOne338]

"I'll go and have a look," Rache said, "whatch my shoes for a second, will you."
She put herself in the chair so that if her body went limp, it wouldn't be immediately obvious it was doing that.  Then she moved out and moved high up (about 300 ft or something) looking at the storm in the astral.  If necessary she would go closer, but not too close.


assensing on the storm, checking for spirit or other magical activity.
intuition 3 + assensing 4 + perceptive 1 + owl mentor spirit 2 =10 (10d6.hits(5) =2)

As you draw near the storm from you can see magic playing through the clouds, in fact you can see spirits playing amongst them. What ever is string up this storm its powerful and can command spirits it seems.


Make a Surpise check Farothel, and only Farothel.

[Marak1972]

Marak nods at what Hank said and with clean utensils prods the book back in the box and closes it with a shiver. Looking around at the group "What I'm not leaving our paycheck in plainview"

[farothel]

As you draw near the storm from you can see magic playing through the clouds, in fact you can see spirits playing amongst them. What ever is string up this storm its powerful and can command spirits it seems.


Make a Surpise check Farothel, and only Farothel.

astral surprise=astral initiative: intuition x2
intuition x2 =6 (6d6.hits(5)=2)
if alerted in some way: +3.  I've added those in case they apply.  Ignore if not.
extra dice surprise: +3 (3d6.hits(5)=1)

[SeriousOne338]

You watch the storm head a massive black storm front rolling in from the south. Lighting flashes through the clouds and reflects spirits trapped within the cloud bank. The wind starts picking up and roaring, from that you can hear the moans of spirits trapped. A moment too late you realize that the moans are closer than you thought. Out of the corner of your eye you see three spectral warriors descend, toward you. The spirits are dressed in northwest native American garb, bare feet, leggings a breach cloth and simple tunics. Clutched in there hands are spears and bows. They're face are twisted in rage as the approach you, notches an arrow and fires it at you.


Either spend a IP to dodge (threshold 3)
Or Soak 6p damage

[farothel]

What the ..., the thought as she moved her body out of the way.  This was not good.  Time to move back as quickly as possible.  She jumped back to her body.  She knew her astral signature was less visible than that of a lot of other mages.


dodge: intuition (reaction) 3 + edge 3 (6d6.hitsopen(5,6)=3)
I dodge just and then it's time to make a sound strategical and tactical retreat (or ... let's run like hell) 

[Crossbow]

Smiley looks Rybka, "All the heat I have I am packing is right here, wanna do an inventory?"



Smiley takes hold of the box and removes it from plain sight again as he takes another seat and settles near Rache, the role of physical overwatch of a projecting mage being a job he remembers from working with the Sioux.

"That said, I see no reason to make any more contact with Johnson than a phone call, what kind of number are you going to need to hear to give this Big Box O' Bad Juju to him?  I will bow to the majority, but I can tell you mine is prohibitively high, I would rather sell this to someone we trust or try and get rid of it and call the gold a disposal fee."

 

[Marak1972]

Marak looks at Smiley with a slight nod of agreement. With the saying his uncles loved to say when trouble was close. Something about the drek anda fan or the shoe falling

[farothel]

Rache slipped back into her body and looked back out of her normal eyes.
"Ok, we're in deep shit," she said to the others, "That storm had some serious spirits whipping it up.  A couple of those, dressed like native Americans, were guarding the others.  I just managed to get out.  Either we make a run for it now or we stay here until it's over."