Rolled 7, 7, 5 = 19 (3d10)
>>5612669>>5612810>>5610940Name: Limbo
Type: Brain [lvl0]
Attributes: Hard 0 Cool 0 Sharp 3 Weird 3
Derived Stats(+Move): HP 7/7 Edge 8/8 Move 5 Defense 4 Crit on 7
Skills: Spook: [Spy] Spend 1 AP at a door, corner, or hiding spot to spot out what's ahead while staying hidden.
Gear and Weapons: Pistol Range 10 Dmg 2 Ammo 2/8 (at end of turn), Fists Melee Dmg 2 Crit+1. Gym Bag and the stuff inside, Medic Bag, 2x (at the end of this turn) Smoke Grenades, 2x Frag Grenades.
Outfit: Lightweight Armour Vest +1 HP
$260
>1st AP: Move 1S, 2E, 1SE>2nd and 3rd AP: Quick shot Shades 2SE, 1E of me, twice with my pistol.>1st Edge: Throw a smoke grenade out the window 2SE, 2E of me where Chien will end upSorry for the delay, was just finishing the post I meant for earlier in response to Chien. Not much interaction, more of a transitional post. Here's one of two.'Warm night, no light, pier not yet in sight.'
My parent's always said I could be whatever I wanted to be. Well, those fish mongering gangsters would no doubt be overawed by my qualifications, I'd get what I want soon enough. I will, I will.
Focus. I was going to get what I paid for. I'd force myself right past the gate, rent-a-cops wilting as I showed them my arsenal. I would stand on their manager's chair and demand my package AND free transport. That Luis guy had been so rude over the phone. I should get an apology from him. Yeah...yeah, yeah!
I paused my inner monologue to offer alms to the local rats. The little rodent gently lapped at the lip of the bottle as I leaned over to give him a taste of the fire water I was nursing on the way. Soon the bashful sipping turned to greedy gulps.
Minutes passed, the rat had consumed its fill, spasmed, and soon passed on to rat heaven, leaving only a bloated corpse behind. I poured out my libations for the dead and his shameless cousins came sprinting for their share, lacking the gentile demureness of their hallowed cousin (RIP). Huh, vodka, not even twice, never again, must be Slavic rats.
