Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: landing: 2,5,9,1,8,6,7,9,

Sady: ~There's no passing to it. She's stopped, watching him. A raise of an eyebrow. She nods to Erik~ Then there's times, when people jus seem ta think they can monkey climb all o'er shit an it won't piss nobody off, cuz y'know it's cool ta jus walk inta someone else's turf actin like George of tha fuckin Jungle an shit.

Sady: ((One day, I will have a computer that doesn't crash for 2 browsers being open.))

Sady: ((Yes, yes it was ~G~))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: ((LOL, question for you china, was that last part spoken about turf and geoge of the jungle?))

Sady: ((~Points to dropped PM~))

Sady: ((~Debates throwing computer out window~ BRB again))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: *Sims eyes go wide at what the woman said and he shoots a look back at her taking a few steps away. He then glances around looking for any gang signs or telltale markings that someone owns this turf.*

Erik Mansfield: ((*pets china*))

Erik looks at sady questioningly, and then back to Sims. "Maybe he's just ape shit crazy." a shrug


Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: Per+Street: 5,10,8,6,8,10,

Sady: Could be. ~She purses her lips into a smirk, looking over to Erik at Sims' reaction, then back to Sims~ Would 'splain why he's monkey climbin down here insteada in a park er some shit.

Simon *Sims* Ashford: *He stands up and turns to them.* "Shit didnt mean to mess with your place, just checkin shit out, getting a feel for the area. Its what i do." *Sims says casually to them. Trying to keep his tone from getting agressive."

Sady: It ain't jus my place. It's all tha people that fuckin live here an yer disrespectin us all with 'at shit. Cut it tha fuck out an take it to a park. ~A scowl, watching him carefully~

Erik Mansfield: Erik shifts slightly, a glance around the area and then back to Sims, eyes twitch to sady but the main focus is in sims direction.

Simon *Sims* Ashford: *Sims hands drop, hes having trouble taking attitude.* "Fine, whatever. I don break shit or mess with it, i just slide over it like water, but fine, I'll go. *He steps to go, but his muscles tense just incase.*

Sady: ~She crosses her arms, turning to watch him, hands tucking into the jacket. She keeps her eye on him very closely, to the point that it's blatant staring~

Erik Mansfield: Erik might not be classed as staring, most poniently by the fact that his gaze wanders off every half minute or so, but his watching. doesn't make a move at all though, tenesed for nothing.

Simon *Sims* Ashford: *Sims watches her movements his eyes flicking to the guy shes with to just be careful but he doesnt make hard eye contact and doesnt turn away from them.* "Ya know im no better off then pretty much everyone here, i live in a cube van for fucks sake, think i could have a little fun eh? Oh well." *And he keeps moving back towards the Van*

Sady: ~She blinks a few times, then sneers~ Motherfucker I KNOW ya didn' jus fuckin get mouthy with me. ~She takes a step forward, her arms dropping back down to her sides. With a gun in each hand~

Ravyn: ((Hey, guys. Initiative Time, I take it?))

Sady: ((I do believe it will be init, yar. ~Giggles~ WELL Dagon, you were looking for trouble. ~Wiggles eyebrows~))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: ((Heh heh you may have guns but ya gotta hit him first:P))

Erik Mansfield: d10: : 5,

Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: Init: 2,

Erik Mansfield: ((10))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: ((ouch....9))

Sady: d10: : 2,

Sady: ((Lame....9))

Erik Mansfield: ((*blinks*... how the hell did that happen... dice roller has a sense of humour))

Sady: ((~L~ Yeah no shit))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: ((LOL))

Ravyn: ((Okay, so StreamLined Combat rules...if you don't know them, check the FAQ. Declare and roll right after declaring, declare in reverse order, and I resolve it in proper order. So Declare order is: Sady & Sims, then Erik.))

Ravyn: ((Okay, so StreamLined Combat rules...if you don't know them, check the FAQ. Declare and roll right after declaring, declare in reverse order, and I resolve it in proper order. So Declare order is: Sady & Sims, then Erik.))

Sady: ~Aiming, not firing yet~

Sady: ((Taking this round for aim only))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: *Soon as those guns come out he dives behind the nearest cover and gets ready to move to the next.*

Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: Dex + Dodge: 7,7,9,9,9,2,4,

Erik Mansfield: He crouches down to pull his knife from the sheath encase he's going to need to join in and takes a look around to see who might be watching.

Erik Mansfield: d10: Per alert Acute: 3,4,4,3,5,

Ravyn: RECAP: Erik looks around, noting a few people quickly running away from the gun-pulling psycho bitch. Sims goes for the nearest cover, which is behind a mailbox...he can see cars across the street to make a run for, or he can see an alleyway. Sady takes aim.

Sady: ((BP to Dex))

Ravyn: ((New Round; same initiative order. Sady & Simon, then Erik))

Sady: ~She fires from one gun, not both~

Sady: d10: boom (wp): 3,7,4,8,8,2,7,2,2,8,

Ravyn: ((Diff 8 btw to hit, due to cover))

Sady: d10: iron diet anyone?: 9,3,3,7,2,5,3,

Sady: ((~Services roller~))

Ravyn: ((Hold off on Damage until after any dodge))

Sady: ((~Sweeps damage roll under the rug~))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: *While behind the mail box Sims reflexively begins to cast utilizing the adrenaline of his own body he casts the rote force shield to redirect any incoming bullets away from him.*

Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: Quint (WP): 10,5,

Erik Mansfield: Erik winces slightly at the gunshot ringing in his ears and shifts round staying out of fire and low to see if he can get a better view of te guy as the grand sum of attention seem to be in running, blade flicking up to be pressed against his arm to keep it partially hidden but still to hand when he needs it should he come to. moving slow and keeping down encase there's return fire or anything.

Ravyn -> Ravyn: d10: Paradox?: 3,

Ravyn: RECAP: Erik ducks, and Sims throws up his force field. The crushing weight of Paradox threatens, but doesn't crash down this round. Sady's bullets bizarrely go awry, deflected by no possible explanation.

Ravyn: ((New Round, same init))

Sady: ((BP to dex)) What tha fuck....? ~Puzzled, taking the round to aim~

Simon *Sims* Ashford: *Force shield now in place Sims does whats natural he runs like a bat outta hell using cover to keep himself outta fire as much as possible.*

Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: Dex+Dodge (WP): 7,8,5,8,6,4,8,

Erik Mansfield: Eriks mouth drops open and he freezes for a second, "bu, wh, uh?" glances to sadys out burst and then shaking himself slightly watching Sims do a runner still to stunned by swervey bullets to acctually respond for the moment.

Ravyn -> Simon *Sims* Ashford: Which way is Sim's going? Toward the cars, the alleway, or straight down the sidewalk away from them?

Simon *Sims* Ashford -> Ravyn: ((towards the cars and then once hes on the other side of them down the sidewalk and as far away as possible))

Ravyn: RECAP: Erik stares, stunned, as the bullets go awry. Sims races across toward the cars for cover as Sady keeps her guns trained on Sims.

Sady: ~She fires with the other gun this time. Could have been the sight being off, right? Maybe?~ ((No penalty for off hand, another BP to dex))

Sady: d10: boom (wp): 6,2,9,6,9,2,7,1,2,7,3,5,

Simon *Sims* Ashford: *Sims will quite literally dive over the car and put it between himself and the psychopathic shooter.*

Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: Dex+Dodge (WP): 8,6,4,4,5,2,8,

Erik Mansfield: Erik's going to head round For the other side and the cars... without going across the line of fire, aiming to be some ways further up it than where Sims is as he's going across level with where he and Sady where now he has some kind of wits about him again.

Erik Mansfield: d10: Dex athletics : 9,5,4,5,4,3,10,

Erik Mansfield: d10: Dex athletics : 9,5,4,5,4,3,10,

Ravyn: d10: Lucky?: 1,

Erik Mansfield: ((I donna like the looka that))

Ravyn: RECAP: Erik makes it about halfway across the street, and the bullets again bounce off air, burying themselves in the car and pavement One of them, however, is just in bad luck, and buries itself into the gas tank of the car next to the one Sim's jumped over. It goes up in a blaze and blast, knocking Sims to the ground. He feels his field fade away.

Ravyn: ((Erik, roll a soak. He's still a ways away, so it's only 2 bashing from the force))

Ravyn: ((Sady...Courage))

Erik Mansfield: d10: Soak: 1,6,8,

Sady: d10: ImawakeIswear: 1,5,10,7,6,

Ravyn: Erik is knocked back a bit but hardly hurt badly ((1 Bashing)); Sady has a moment of panic at the sudden fireball, but stays in control. ((New Round, Same Init as before))

Sady: ~She takes a step back and to the side, a little bit further from the burning ball of car, and waits for him to pop up again~

Sady: d10: keepincool?: 8,3,1,3,8,

Simon *Sims* Ashford -> Ravyn: ((Quick question is he behind the cars now?))

Simon *Sims* Ashford -> Ravyn: ((As in outta sight?))

Ravyn -> Simon *Sims* Ashford: ((Yep))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: *Adrenaline pumping madly and on the ground Sims concentrates again this time the force shield returns, this time wrapping around him bending the light and rendering him invisible.*

Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: Quint (WP): 1,9,

Ravyn -> Ravyn: d10: Paradox?: 4,

Erik Mansfield: He recollects himself but stays where he is, not advancing on the now burning car trying to pick out where Sims is, coz you know dead or alive he's gotta be there. dead most proably, or soon to be.

Erik Mansfield: d10: Per alert (acute): 5,6,10,7,6,

Ravyn: ((Just as clarification...the car Sims ended up behind is NOT burning, the one next to it is. In case that wasn't clear)) RECAP: Erik manages to just pick out a hand that flickers in and out of visibility, as Sims is not ~quite~ good enough to vanish for more that that instant. (1 succ needed for effect, one for duration, so it's instantaneous on 1 succ). Sady waits for Sims to pop out.

Simon *Sims* Ashford -> Ravyn: ((Say i wanna cast next turn and then run how would we work that, sorry for the questions im just a bit rusty on TT combat))

Erik Mansfield: ((oops yeah, ok, but still he's in the vercinity, gonna sting either way... to erik's mind))

Ravyn -> Simon *Sims* Ashford: ((That would be a split action, which at Simon's Arete, wouldn't be possible. -2 to the first action, -3 to the second. That would leave him with no dice for magic, guaranteed))

Ravyn: ((Ack, and new round, sorry))

Sady: ~She takes a couple more steps to the side, trying to get a clear view of George of the Jungle, still holding fire though~

Simon *Sims* Ashford: *His mind racing and getting desperate now Sims trys again, drawing the very nature of movement around him to create his force shield once more ((bullet deflecter this time))*

Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: Quint WP: 10,2,

Ravyn -> Ravyn: d10: Paradox?: 6,

Erik Mansfield: He takes a few steps back headed back towards sady a glance back to her. moving slowly and staying outta the way of the crossfire by some distance.

Ravyn: Erik backs up toward Sady as the vampire tries to get a good look...but damn, that car, and Sims is staying low. The Parkour afficianado tries to throw up his shield...and he does. Unfortunately, Paradox is no longer kind, and it all comes crashing down upon him. ((Rolled a 6 on my secret roll...it's PARADOX TIME!))

Erik Mansfield: the glance back showing a few signs of panic, but it's suppressed panic... oh yeah he was having a field day today.

Erik Mansfield: ((and am I ever glad I started backing away now))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: ((Sims will blow his WP to negate paradox for the scene))

Ravyn: d10: Paradox: 8,2,6,8,2,4,5,4,3,

Ravyn: ((Sims already spent WP during this turn, on his magic roll. Can only spend 1 WP per turn))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: ((damn:P sorry))

Ravyn: ((NP. Roll Soak.))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: my brain!!: 8,9,7,

Ravyn: ((And the Paradox Flaw that goes with:)) The physical pain is avoided...but the shield that he summons, while effective, goes slightly awry, and takes on a transulcent color...a faint purple sheen. It holds a tight form around him, constricting his movements somewhat. ((Per Paradox rules on p. 195, negative side effect: +1 diff to all rolls for the next 9 turns)

Ravyn: ((Also, Sims has spent 5 WP this scene, leaving him at 1. Keep that in mind.))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: ((yep been keeping track))

Ravyn: ((And new round))

Sady: ~She starts to step out into the street, making a wide arch, still trying to get a good viewing angle on Sims so she can open fire again. Damn that car in the.... wait... duh. Brain power, Sady. She takes a shot at the gas tank on the car he's behind~

Sady: d10: boom (wp): 9,9,9,5,8,7,8,10,10,5,

Sady: ((HOLY FUCK))

Ravyn: ((Holy muthafuckin' SHIT.))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: ((>_<))

ScarletIris: (China! You broke it!)

Ravyn: ((Uh...action, Sims?))

NinjaCheese: ((Whoagod. Can I have some of what you're takin'?))

Sady: ((~Faints~))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: *Strange shield or no Sims only thought now is to run run RUN* Taking off from the crouched position like a sprinter he trys to cover as much ground as fast as humanly possible*

Erik Mansfield: ((uh, boom?))

Sady: ((Someone remind me next time not to take a round to aim. Just shoot. It works out so much better that way ~LOL~))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: Dex+Ath (WP): 5,2,5,8,7,9,7,5,

Simon *Sims* Ashford: ((dies))

Erik Mansfield: When erik realises what she's doing he ducks, being small seems like a good plan about now, just let as much've it roll off as possible, and covering his ears.

Ravyn: d10: KABOOM: 3,1,4,9,3,4,4,6,7,8,1,5,

Ravyn: RECAP: Erik does the smart thing and DUCKS HIS ASS OFF as Sady takes aim, and buries the bullet right dead center in the gas tank. The car goes up like a bomb and Sims, running away like no one's business. ((5 succ = 5 yards away, so - 5 damage from the above, WUSSY-ASS roll. Sims is a lucky muddafugga. *G* No damage done. Erik is still about half the street away, so about 3 yards. Again, no damage. Both of you roll Dex+Athletics to stay up, though. Sady...Courage!))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: Dex+Ath: 3,7,9,9,7,8,9,9,

Erik Mansfield: d10: Dex Athletics: 3,9,3,8,8,9,

Ravyn: ((Yup. Die roller hates the ST. It must be Ravyn modding. *G*))

Sady: d10: stayingcool?: 4,8,6,6,3,

Simon *Sims* Ashford: ((praises and pets the mighty dice roller))

Ravyn: Sims and Erik easily stay on their feet, and Sady feels the Red Fear surge up to try and overtake her mind. ((New Round))

Ravyn: d10: Lucky?: 9,

Ravyn: Somehow, the cop sirens have not yet come into earshot.

Erik Mansfield -> Ravyn: ((even erik's ear shot?))

Ravyn -> Erik Mansfield: ((Even Erik's))

Erik Mansfield -> Ravyn: ((acute))

Erik Mansfield -> Ravyn: ((ok cool, just checking :)))

Ravyn: ((Waits for either Sady OR Sims to go. They go at the same time.))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: *Feeling the explosion at his back Sims kicks it into high gear and just takes off trying to get away from the scene as fast as possible.*

Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: Dex+Ath: 5,7,9,8,6,5,6,8,

Sady: ~She backs away from the fire, most definitely, but is far enough away to keep control of those instincts. She continues on that arch, watching for him, the guns still up and ready to fire~

Sady: ((~Das china has retard moment. Sady does indeed open fire on the running purple blob~))

Sady: d10: boom: 3,9,4,5,4,4,4,6,1,3,

Sady: ((I think I burned up all my good graces with the roller for the night with blowing up the car. ~L~))

Erik Mansfield: Erik stands up and looks between Sady and the running guy, headed back towards sady as he was before but keeping watch on the purple blob. rubbing at his eyes and looking again. shaking his head.

Ravyn: Sims hauls his ass away, purple blobby thing that he is, and he's too fast for Sady, who's bullet doesn't hit the mark. He makes it to the end of the block. ((New Round, if Sady's persuing))

Sady: ((But of course. Can't have a purple blob running down the street in new york. Even THAT'S a little weird for this city. ;P )) ~And indeed she does. One gun getting holstered as she bolts~ ((1 BP to cel))

Sady: d10: run!: 7,5,9,9,3,1,7,2,7,7,

Simon *Sims* Ashford: *Sims will round the corner and continue running at full speed at the same time he will drop the shield. trying to get rid of the purple haze.*

Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: Dex+Ath: 1,7,2,6,7,8,1,6,

Erik Mansfield: Erik takes a moment but he'll chase aswell ((and seeing how fast she's taking off he'll throw a blood point into dex aswell))

Erik Mansfield: d10: : 3,2,2,7,2,1,9,10,

Ravyn: RECAP: Sims tries to drop the shield, but Paradox, it seems, has a mind of it's own. He struggles along, and Sady makes up some ground, closing within 5 yards of the man. Erik is lagging quite a ways behind, a good 3 yards behind Sady. ((Yards = Succ on Dex+Athletics, so Sims has a 5 success lead on Sady, who has a 3 succ lead on Erik.))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: *Sims continues to run looking desperately for some way to lose this woman.*

Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: Dex+Ath: 8,1,9,10,8,2,9,6,

Sady: ~Run.. Forest... er..... Sady..... RUN!~

Sady: d10: running: 5,10,5,4,8,3,3,4,1,5,

Erik Mansfield: d10: Dex Athletics: 7,4,6,8,10,2,6,2,

Ravyn: FIRST ACTION: Sims gets a mighty head booking done, with Erik making up a little ground and Sady losing a LOT of ground. ((Sims is 4 yards ahead of Erik, who's 2 yards ahead of Sady))

Sady: d10: nd running roll: 1,2,8,5,4,7,6,7,1,8,

Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: running: 2,3,4,10,1,2,8,3,

Sady: ((~Swats Dagon~ YOU don't have celerity silly boy))

Ravyn: SECOND ACTION: Damn, look at that woman move! She picks up some ground in a hurry, passing Erik. ((Sims is 3 yards ahead of Sady, who's 1 yard ahead of Erik)) They're approaching the end of this block now. ((New Turn))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: ((shit sorry wish i did about now mind you))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: *Sims looks back briefly seeing them there* "Leave me the fuck alone!" *He screams as he continues to run*

Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: Running: 7,7,4,1,6,6,2,8,

Sady: ((1 BP to Cel)) ~A growl, but still chasing. Other gun gets put away~

Sady: d10: run!: 2,5,3,2,6,1,6,6,9,4,

Erik Mansfield: ((bp to Dex)) yeah that chasing thing too

Erik Mansfield: d10: : 7,3,2,3,6,10,9,3,7,

Ravyn: d10: Lucky?: 5,

Ravyn: RECAP: That Erik, he's a fast little fucker, isn't he? He races ahead of Sady again, coming within a yard of the frantically running Sims, who again reaches the end of the block. Sady is a scant yard behind Erik. The sound of cop cars is now coming, but it's still quite a distant. ((New Round))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: *Sims rounds the corner and he screams back at them fear starting to enter his voice.* "Please just leave me alone!!"

Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: Running: 6,10,6,3,10,6,4,7,

Sady: Then fuckin stop an make it easy on yerself! ~Zoom ZOOM zoom~

Sady: d10: running: 2,8,4,3,8,7,8,4,8,7,

Erik Mansfield: d10: : 6,4,7,8,9,2,6,5,5,

Ravyn: FIRST ACTION: Sims his hauling the ass, but that paradox (which is gone in 2 rounds) has slown him down, and Erik and Sady both catch up with him.

Sady: ~Dive! Dive! Let's go for that tackle!~

Sady: d10: str + brawl + one po: 4,6,7,1,8,5,

Simon *Sims* Ashford -> Ravyn: ((As shes doing this...this is a kinetic repelling shield right....her tackle would be repelled just like a bullet wouldnt it?))

Ravyn -> Simon *Sims* Ashford: Up to a certain damage level, yeah, then it'll drop.

Ravyn -> Simon *Sims* Ashford: ((Or certain "Force" level, in this case))

Ravyn: The tackle is, oddly, diverted by that strange, shimmering shield, and Sady is knocked back from it.

Ravyn: ((New Round))

Ravyn: The color of the shield fades a little, coming close to vanishing.

Simon *Sims* Ashford: *Sims will continue to run, now pretty much screaming insensibly as fear takes hold.*

Simon *Sims* Ashford: d10: running: 7,7,9,7,5,8,2,5,

Sady: ~The shield is fading, but those sirens are approaching. And she just got knocked back without even touching him. She's looking for an alley to duck into, with a wave of an arm to Erik~

Erik Mansfield: "Shit." he watches Sady be knocked back and notes the wave he glances back to Simons with a look of great annoyance and frustration but he can hear them too and so gives up the chase headed back to her.

Ravyn: And that gives Sims the opportunity he needs to book it away. Certainly, he will be collapsing when he can relax, having the force of will as a wet noodle at the moment. ((Meaning whenever he gets home or whatever. *G* Assuming combat over here?))

Sady: ((Yep.. do believe so ~G~ Sady knows she can't catch him at this point without breaking some big rules, and that, she will not do out here if she can help it.))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: *Not even looking back Sims books it all the way back to the Van climbs inside slams the doors locking them and blocking any window, there in the darkness he breaks down completely both mind and body...the danger having gotten a little too real.*

Sady: ~She digs her keys out of her pocket and tosses them to Erik with one hand, her other hand digging out her phone~ Take tha backway an get my car. I gotta make a call right quick an we gotta head downtown.

Erik Mansfield: ((yeap, thanks Rav.))

Sady: ((~Gives Rav a whole pan of special brownies~))

Simon *Sims* Ashford: ((yeah thats definately it for sims for now:P))

Erik Mansfield: "Gotya." He nods rnd starts running again this time back for the car, slightly less hurriedly, but still not taking the time to really catch his breath much mind.

Simon *Sims* Ashford: ((and that is it for me here people COMPLETELY AWESOME by the way.))

Sady: You bust it up I bust you. ~She calls after him as she hits speed dial and puts the phone to her ear, then ducks into the alley she spied to make that call~

Erik Mansfield: ((glad you had fun Dagon. Catch ya later... when I'll finish torturing the other one, lol.))

Sady: ((Spank ye much Dagon ^_^ Excellent scenage))