Sinsce the old version was way too long, I chose to shorten it a lot. Riklurt, you can keep ypurs.
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* Lennox follows
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Riklurt: A row, sorry. I was inspecific
Riklurt: Additionally, it's probable you'd notice most of them are keeping their hands in said pockets.
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* Lennox raises an eyebrow
Riklurt: Wits+Empathy scores, people?
Lennox: roll 3#d10 Lennox rolled --> 7, 4, 9
Lennox: oh
Lennox: all right
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Riklurt: Hey, prick! Don'tchoo think yo' badge is gonna make a difference if yo' full of metal, man!
Riklurt: One of the kids, a young and, presumably stupid, kid at the back draws out a gun. It's a cheap automatic pistol - but still a weapon.
Riklurt: How'd the irish motherfucker die, huh? Can you tell me that?
Riklurt: Why not, huh?
Hudson: The local police force around here are too busy to be bothered with you young thugs killing each other off, in the end it makes the street safer for ordinary, law-abiding citizens
Riklurt:
MsRapsberry: (bonus die of doom?)
Riklurt: Plus two for being a Fed
MsRapsberry: (is teh shit)
Riklurt: roll 4#d10 for Resolve+Composure Riklurt rolled --> 7, 1, 6, 4
Riklurt: Oops.
Lennox: roll 5#d10 (resolve+composure) to not get scared by
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Hudson: Roll 2#d10 for rofls and giggles, to see if my dice works better when I don't need them Hudson rolled --> 2, 6
Hudson: Nope, not at all
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Riklurt: Lennox: Roll wits+politics to see if you can dig up information about Hernandez via phone
Lennox: roll 4#d10 Lennox rolled --> 5, 9, 9, 6
Lennox: :P
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Riklurt> Roll presence+intimidation+FBI+equipment(+1)
Riklurt rolled --> error: malformed expression
Hudson: Roll 6#d10
Riklurt: Two of them are holding baseball bats, and one of them has got his hand in a pair of unpleasantly baggy pants.
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Riklurt: Right! Karen, roll presence+intimidation+3
Lennox: roll 8#d10 Lennox rolled --> 2, 2, 9, 9, 1, 2, 8, 4
Lennox: haha, I'm more scary than you :p
Riklurt: The kids abruptly stop, dead in their tracks, and back off. They make no further advances towards you, though the kid with his hands in his pockets picks up a gun and holds it a little casually, so as to demonstrate it.
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Riklurt: After a short while, there's a voice from inside, muffled through the door. "Who is it?"
Riklurt: The voice is thick with some sort of accent, you think it sounds vaguely French.
Suzette: What's it about?
Lennox: always so diplomatic
Riklurt: I want to see a badge first.
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Suzette: Why so?
* Suzette leans forward to grab a cigarette, and you catch a glimpse of a beautiful, elaborate silver necklace around her neck. Looks a bit too expensive for someone who lives in a district like this.
Suzette: Trevian been in trouble all right, but why a Federal agent investigate this, hm?
Suzette: Unique?
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Suzette: You believe that's him?
Suzette: Ridiculous! How would e do that?
Suzette: Interested? I wonder, Agent 'Udson, 'ow much zis interest is worth to you, hm?
* Trevian opens the door.
Trevian: Honey! I'm home!
Riklurt: End of session.
Riklurt: There we are.
Riklurt: Cliffhanger :P
4 comments:
I'm considering creating a separate blog for these thing since they tend to be veeeery long. And this is a short version! Also, if you want a full version, just ask and I'll send it to ya!
A separate blog might not be a too bad idea. I'm amazed at the sheer size of this thing! How much did you cut it down, really?
well, two and a half scene. out of four
I posted a further abbreviated version on my own blog. I slaughtered a lot of content, but it might be more manageable. You can copy that if you prefer it, and I'll delete my own.
Thanks for your work on pruning this to readable size though! It's awesome!
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