Smithy: *there she is. tattoos. bare breasts. exaggerated purple trench with the poisoinous mario mushroom/gear on the back. olive army pants stained with gun grease and blood, elaborate hair, bloody bandages, white eyes.. standing alone. in the middle of times square. laughing her mad ass off, in a particularily vindictive mood*

Smithy: *she's bleeding profusely from the side, eyes a little glazed, shoulder and face showing the signs of fading bruises. a snort as she shakes her head at all the people she knows are there. gears are all around her, she's apparently been throwing them and watching them bounce off nothing*

Paris Bennet [Arcane 1]: He wanders his way through the Square, head ducked down, feet shuffling against the ground. The young man is his usual self...shy, bashful, though maybe perhaps not as much as usual. He counts as he walks, murmuring to himself. "1453, Alyssa 1454, Alyssa 1455, Alyssa 1456, Alyssa..."

Smithy: d10: per alert: 5,3,9,3,7,

Paris Bennet [Arcane 1]: d10: Per+Alertness: 8,5,9,9,6,2,

Paris Bennet [Arcane 1]: d10: Extra Smithy Dice: 10,8,

Smithy: *you know. normally.. you wouldn't be able to See a man that far away in crowded times square... smithy's white eyes scanning. she blinks. then cranks her head to the side so violently that it almost snaps off her neck. a whoop as she takes off running, straight to him. Shoulder down. she was likely going to bump into ghosts** mooootherrrr. fucker!

Paris Bennet [Arcane 1]: That shy little guy is alert, that's for sure, 'cause he notes the crazy topless lady instantly upon entering the Square. He comes to a halt, looking up and blinking at her, totally boggled (and likely intimidated all to hell, from the looks of it) by her odd appearance.

Paris Bennet [Arcane 1]: And when she starts running at him, he freezes. Just...utterly freezes. Maybe she's running for...no, they're diving out of the way, and she's still coming...he starts slowly inching away, hoping to lose her in the crowd.

Smithy: *heavy boots point the grass, her elbows going this way and that, breasta bouncing fakely as she runs after paris, yelling* joo! i can see joor ass! get over here!

Paris Bennet [Arcane 1]: Oooh...people aren't supposed to be able to SEE him! She must be important...he darts right, trying to duck behind people and Obfuscate. And when it doesn't work, he seems quite puzzled...no one's looking at him, they're looking at the psycho, and surely she can't see him, right?

Smithy: hey! *she's pushing through ghosts angrily now that the little bastard is fleeing* I can see joo N00b. Don't make me fucking *push, eyes glaring scary and white* run!

Paris Bennet [Arcane 1]: A little meep comes from the kid, and he tries to back away, coming up against a wall. No, no, no, bad...important person...must get away...his eyes dart right, then left...ALLEYWAY! He darts for the alleyway.

Paris Bennet [Arcane 1]: d10: Dex+Athletics: 7,2,7,

Smithy: no joo fucking don't! *she makes to run after him, haulingout a laptop in case she can't catch up*

Smithy: d10: dex ath: 9,5,3,2,1,

Smithy: *which she totally can't..then again.. Paris can SEE people. *

Paris Bennet [Arcane 1]: Into the alley he darts...and he skids up short, before he hits the wall on the other side. He turns around, staring at the mouth, where the crazy boobie lady is about to appear at any moment.

Smithy: get the fuck out .. ggeeeeee *its a high almost electric noise of frustration as she gets tangled in a ghosted npc, moving to the alley he ran into and looking around for him* noob? WTF!

Smithy: d10: per alert: 1,9,9,4,9,

Smithy: d10: dex ath: 3,3,7,2,10,

Paris Bennet [Arcane 1]: d10: Int+Body Crafts (WP): 4,9,9,2,1,

Zodiac: ((Awareness roll, if you want))

Zodiac: The man standing there is wearing Paris's clothes...the dirty, ragged jeans, old Converse All-Stars, and a T-Shirt of a smiley-face in a Hannibal Lector-ish mask. He's the right height, and the right age. But it TOTALLY doesn't look like him. Broad-faced, with a hint of stubble on it, the angles of it are somewhat harsh, with green eyes staring malevolantly out, looking back and forth shiftily. His gaze burns with a twisted leer, and his lips are quirked upward in sick amusement. This is not one to play games with, because his games might just hurt.

Smithy: joo motherfucker! I can see your zoning ass! *she snorts, laptop se in an accessable pocket, pleased as punch* Why aren't you ghosted like the rest of these npc n00bs??

Smithy: *white eyes blink. he looked... different, her hand sliiiides towards the arsenal she's carrying*

Smithy: d10: awareness: 2,4,8,2,

Smithy: *she narrows her eyes*

Zodiac: Oh, yes, there was something funky there, of some sort. He grins viciously at her, brushing the hair back from his face. "Well. Aren't you just the cute little thing?" It comes out in a hiss.

Smithy: LOL! yeah. I'm a fucking pokemon. Now who the fuck are you that I can see you Anom? *she brings out her pistol casually, not too concerned yet.*

Zodiac: He starts a slow stalk toward her, leer evident. "I'm Game Over, bitch."

Smithy: *she snorts, other hand jerking out the laptop, typing the keypad as she bleeds* uh huh.. you and what n00b army? back off before you get ganked annom..

Smithy: d10: arete : 8,4,7,

Zodiac -> Smithy: He's not alive, but he's not exactly dead, either. Human body, that's for sure, and packing two weapons, one knife and a scalpel. Definite supernatural sense to him...he reeks of dark Entropic magic.

Zodiac: He raises an eyebrow as Smithy starts typing away...and they called HIM insane. His hand strays toward his knife as he moves closer.

Smithy: ulch.. a program.. *and here she's thought she'd found another player*

Smithy: *she continues typing, wild white eyes flicking to him. oops. looked like it was going to agro. thats no good* keep your sticker in your skin n00b.

Smithy: d10: arete (wp): 3,6,4,

Zodiac: He raises an eyebrow. "How the fuck you know I got a knife?"

Zodiac: And...he freezes. A blink as he does so. "...the FUCK..."

Smithy: I can see everything attached to joor code joo n00b. leave the fucking scalpel too, or I'll rewrite you into a kobold. *she snorts. she really had to try that.. in faact.. after that she was going to go look for a cat*

Zodiac: d10: Paradox: 2,5,

Smithy: right. How come i can see joo? *she hops up onto a crate. lappy in her lap, boots dangling as she makes to soldify her hold a little. that was some messy code she'd slapped up*

Zodiac: And Smithy lucks out, as Paradox avoids her this time.

Smithy: d10: arete: 6,4,3,

Zodiac: This time, the effect isn't quite powerful enough to grab him...and he moves to attack. ((Init?))

Smithy: (sure!)

Zodiac: d10: Initiative: 7,

Smithy: d10: init: 4,

Zodiac: ((11))

Smithy: ((11 toooo!))

Zodiac: ((Tiebreaker goes to the person with the highest initiative base, and that's Smithy.)) Zodiac whips his fist around, intending to smack it straight into Smithy. ((Blood to Strength))

Zodiac: d10: Dex+Brawl: 1,2,2,

Zodiac: ((*Thuds*))

Smithy: ((*laughs..soo.. hard..* ))

Smithy: WTF! *smithy's gun comes up off her leg and she makes to fire into the anomally from point blank range.soooo she'd get a little singed.. big fucking deal*

Smithy: d10: dex firearms: 2,8,5,2,9,6,3,

Smithy: d10: dmg: 7,10,1,4,9,6,10,5,

Zodiac: d10: Soak: 4,5,

Zodiac: d10: Damage: 5,3,4,

Zodiac: d10: Soak: 9,6,

Zodiac: RECAP: Smithy blows a hole damn near through Zodiac's gut as he tries to swing...the impact slams him backward, stumbling, and he slams his fist into the wall. It hurts like hell, and he snarls, but it doesn't seem to do any further damage. ((2 Bashing for Zodiac))

Zodiac: He whips out the knife and, with a snarl, launches himself at the woman, trying to smack the gun out of her hand. ((Disarm attempt))

Zodiac: ((Blood to Dex))

Zodiac: d10: Dex+Brawl: 3,6,8,5,

Smithy: *and smithy, the ballerina she is, is still perched up on her crates, typing one handedly, gun out in a warning*

Smithy: d10: (wp) arete: 5,3,7,

Zodiac: RECAP: Zodiac attempts to smack the gun out of her hand, but finds himself frozen mid-act.

Zodiac: d10: Paradox: 4,9,

Smithy: *a zilch noise from smithy, almost like she's been electrocuted as paradox slaps her a little, she grits her teeth in a mad grin*

Smithy: d10: soak: 7,5,

Zodiac: A snarl as he unfreezes, and decides...fuck the gun. Gonna stab the bitch. ((Blood to Dex))

Zodiac: d10: Dex+Melee: 9,2,4,4,4,8,

Smithy: *she frowns again as he's unpaused, and makes to clean up her code, adding some modifiers onto it with a tonguing of her teeth, she attaches a tiny chip to her lappy,*

Smithy: d10: arete (wp quint): 7,9,1,

Zodiac: RECAP: And once again, Zodiac's attack is negated as he's frozen, once more, for the turn.

Zodiac: d10: Persistant Paradox: 2,1,

Zodiac: ((Pauses scene))

Zodiac: ((And back...Zodiac's turn.)) Okay, this is getting annoying. "Bitch...what the fuck are you doing?" he hisses, as the knife closes in on her once again. ((Blood Point to Stamina...4th Spent))

Zodiac: d10: Dex+Melee: 8,1,8,2,9,8,

Smithy: *she rolls her eyes as he moves to cut her with the knife again. ugh. that was getting annoying. she types some code into her computer* fucking n00b

Smithy: d10: arete (quint): 9,7,5,

Zodiac: ((Roll 4 dice Damage for the knife, 3 dice for the scalpel))

Smithy: d10: knife: 2,4,2,5,

Smithy: d10: scalpel: 3,2,5,

Smithy: (useless! *laughs*)

Zodiac: The Knife vanishes from Zodiac's hand, and the scalpel...both are suddenly sticking into his body, albeit in non-vital parts that aren't hurting him any.

Zodiac: d10: Paradox: 2,5,10,

Smithy: d10: soak: 4,2,

Zodiac: Oh, SCREW this...with the weapons still stickin in him, he leaps toward her, intending to try and grab her in a hold. ((Blood to Strength))

Smithy: joo need to calm teh fu-oooow fuck! *oh the hand of reality is upon her, crunching her bits.. just a little.. she grits her teeth and keeps typing, still on her crate*

Smithy: d10: arete: 5,5,4,

Zodiac: d10: Strength+Brawl: 1,9,3,8,10,

Smithy: d10: knifeyness: 1,3,9,6,

Smithy: d10: scalpel: 6,8,3,

Zodiac: d10: Soak: 7,4,9,

Zodiac: d10: Soak: 1,3,10,

Zodiac: The knives shift places, the scalpel cutting deep, as Zodiac grabs Smithy in a hold. ((Strength+Brawl to get free, which does take an action, resisted by a reflexive Strength+Brawl from Zod.))

Zodiac: d10: Paradox: 4,7,5,

Smithy: d10: soak: 9,9,

Zodiac: His action this round is to try and bite...boy needs blood, and she needs to stop freezing his ass. "Hope you taste good, bitch."

Zodiac: d10: Dex+Brawl: 9,9,4,7,6,2,

Smithy: *a frown, she lets out that mad baretta laugh as she's grabbed onto and ..hugged.. by the anomally.. shaking her head* WTF n00b...LOL! God damnite, you're a fucking deadite! *she pull sthe trigger on her gun*

Smithy: d10: dex fire minus one: 1,8,6,6,8,5,

Zodiac: ((Crap, forgot my wound penalty on that last one. Rerolling))

Zodiac: d10: Dex+Brawl: Wounds: 2,1,5,5,9,

Smithy: (oh shit. poor Zodiac)

Smithy: d10: dmg: 7,9,8,6,1,3,9,

Zodiac: d10: Soak: 2,7,6,

Zodiac: Zodiac fails to bite, and takes a bullt to the leg. ((2 Bashing halved = 1 Bashing))

Zodiac: ((Blood to Heal)) Try this shit again. The fangs descend once more.

Zodiac: d10: Dex+Brawl: 8,8,6,2,7,

Smithy: *her eyes narrow as he tries to take a chomp out of her , unsuccessfully* Pff. Oh no you fucking don't Biatch! Keep joor teeth out of my blood spout n00b! do i look like a fucking soup kitchen?!! *she makes to shoot him again, laughing that mad laugh*

Smithy: d10: dex firearms: 9,4,7,10,9,7,

Smithy: d10: rerollin ten: 3,

Smithy: d10: damage: 4,9,9,2,10,4,9,8,4,

Zodiac: d10: Soak: 10,4,2,

Zodiac: Smithy blasts Zodiac a little...higher then the leg ((4 Bashing halved = 2, total Damage 5)), and the Malkavian's teeth slip into the other insane-o's veins.

Smithy: *and the maddie.. goes limp.. circiuted eyes fluttering then shutting, the madwoman no longer laughing, body twisting as she succumbs to the horrible pleasure of the kiss*

Zodiac: d10: P-Willpower: 2,6,1,9,9,

Zodiac: d10: Z-Willpower: 5,6,5,5,3,

Zodiac: d10: Int+Body Crafts (WP): 7,2,6,10,

Paris Bennet: As he feeds off the woman, his form alters, shifting back into that of the young man. He pulls away from her, letting her drop to the ground with a scared little "meep," backing away, against the wall. ((Figure on one round's worth of Blood Points taken, I.E. 3))

Smithy: *a groan from the downed woman as she bleeds profusely from her neck, a tattooed tongue snakingout to lick her lips as her hand comes up, white eyes widen. she was still bleeding. she crawls to the lap top, croaking huskliy* Stay put mother fucker.

Paris Bennet: ((Ahh, and BP to heal, also))

Paris Bennet: He's totally flattened against the wall, looking panicked, confused, and very very frightened. He watches her with wide eyes...why was he biting her? Where did he go...

Smithy: d10: arete: 3,8,6,

Paris Bennet: Wounds knit back in the madwoman's body, sealing over the wounds in her neck as well ((4 Levels back)) Zodiac watches the wounds close, his breath...yes, he appears to be BREATHING...catching.

Paris Bennet: d10: Paradox: 4,10,

Smithy: d10: soak: 4,8,

Smithy: joo. noob *she stands up, gun coming out from her body* joor coming home to meet ze germans.

Paris Bennet: "Nuh-uh." He shakes his head vehemently, speaking barely above a whisper. "Nope. M's'posed to be home soon. Can't go out...can't meet any Zegermans."

Smithy: ooookay Shiftbot.. joo stay riight there.. I'm just gunna Hax joo. *she holds up a finger.. winks.. then starts typing*

Smithy: d10: arete: 3,2,1,

Smithy: (that is SO.. not good)

Paris Bennet: He shivers, giving a scared little whimper...he doesn't know what haxing is, but it sounds bad. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he repeats over and over again, eyes squeezing shut.

Paris Bennet: d10: Paradox: 1,3,4,7,

Paris Bennet: Paris digitizes out, all right...WHERE he went, Smithy's not sure, but it SURE as hell didn't look like Gunther's house. She got an image of...darkness, and bicycles?

Smithy: *she widens her eyes.. delete! DELETE! no! not execute.. a growl as she types some more, that one entirely corrupted she tries a different tactic..then double takes as Paras pixelizes and is sent into cyber nowhere...* aaaaaaaaaw motherfuck!

Paris Bennet: And he's gone, as if he was never there.

Smithy: AAUUUGH! FUCKING! motherfuck! zoning n00b fucking! AAAUGH! *she stomps her feet and throws herself backwards against the wall of the alley, hands coming into her hair* Fucking LLAMMA! Wtf! AAUGH!

Smithy: d10: int + enig: 6,3,2,3,8,

Smithy: *only program she hadn't ghosted.. fucking laaaaame. aaaugh*

Smithy: *she twitches in the alley angrily for a little while, before slamming on her earphones, and heading back to the germans*