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  1. All the reach in the world doesn't matter if the smaller opponent is skilled at staying inside that reach and fighting from there. Additionally, where are they fighting? A super tall fighter may find himself at a disadvantage in a bathroom stall or a narrow stairwell or a steam tunnel or a crowded mosh pit or the back seat of a taxi cab, where those gangly limbs are going have to contend with all those physical boundaries. As others have said, a skilled fighter is going to know how to work to his/her strengths in a given situation against a given opponent. Rather than complicate your game with one-off bonuses and penalties (which will only encourage your players to want to negotiate them on every freaking roll), just consider this to be part of their hard-won fighting skill. -MS
  2. So it's a Bond story in a cyberpunk setting? Sheesh, the possibilities are endless: Earlier in the story, 007 was facing the villain (who at that point did not know who he was) in a high-stakes card game. Bond had been making a show of toying with a rather large and gaudy gold cigarette lighter, mentioning that it was his good luck charm. This lighter had, of course, been designed by Q Branch specifically to appeal to this casino-villain's garish tastes, so the villain could not resist attempting to win it from Bond in the card game and demanded it be placed in the pot as the stakes rose. Bond, of course, gave in to the cajoling and then deliberately lost the hand, folding despite the fact that he held the better cards. Now, late at night while the villain sleeps off a night of gambling, drinking, and diabolical laughter, Bond calls up the control app on his Q Branch-issued smartphone. A door on the bottom of the lighter opens and a tiny ornithopter drone a few centimeters long crawls out onto the villain's nightstand. The drone spreads its wings and buzzes to the control console for the penthouse's stand-alone security network. It jacks into it and a team of specialized hackers back in Old Blighty patch in and quickly suss out the system. They send the cyborgs on a wild goose chase to the other side of the building and then reprogram the keypad on the door so that Bond can slip inside while the cyborgs are thus diverted. -MS
  3. I don't share Stray's opinion on the game, really, but I do have to say my heart isn't really in this right now. I've come to the conclusion that I don't really enjoy playing in these games. I just tend to feel limited as one character. Hence all the posts involving what's going on in Rori's head: I just feel that if I were only posting what she were doing and saying I wouldn't feel like I was doing much of anything. I know that some of that stuff might have been distracting (or even downright defeatist) and apologize if that was contributing to anybody's frustration. I do like running these games (being "the world" and seeing how the characters react to situations and NPCs) but I don't really have "room" for that right now. I'd say if Stray's out, and eraser isn't in much due to RL hassles, it's probably a good time for me to put it aside for now, too. Sorry, guys.
  4. Rori wants to make all kinds of parting shots of her own on the way out, but she decides to stick with playing the "dumb bitch", as Konzo so delicately put it. Really, it's probably one of the nicer things you get called when you've more-or-less accused someone of being a child molester. And any way you slice it, she's seriously outclassed in that room when it comes to tough talk. Still, this jerk makes Vitali seem like a Renaissance man...can't say I'll feel too sorry for him if ends up spending his last moments spitting blood, teeth, and the C-word all over his living room... She then raises her eyebrows fatalistically, knowing that she's capable of feeling sorry for just about anybody. Aside from that, she has a nagging sensation that they left something "on the table" back there. Nobody's interpretation of events seems to add up. But it's Oleg's show, and as disgusting as Konstantin is, Rori is now pretty sure he's not part of a pedo ring, and that would make it easier to dump this job. She mutters to Oleg as they walk: "Sorry if I went off script there--just trying to wind him up a little and get him to talk. I think he may have a point about Hilomeh, though..." She chuckles in that way nurses sometimes do. "...I also think he might want to get some better protection. Those goons may look the part, but I think I've washed more blood off my hands than they've probably seen in their entire lives." She unabashedly eyeballs the other driver, who (unlike her) seems to have the proper respect for The Wheelman's Code, not to mention a much more appropriate ride. She'll pause for a moment and pull out her phone as if texting someone, though she is in fact casually typing the SUV's tag, if it's visible, into the "notebook" app. Don't know if it's useful, but can't hurt to have it... "So now what?"
  5. Rori is irked. Not at Andrei, though. In fact, she's starting to wish she'd had the good sense to grab a scorching cup of coffee. It might come in handy in a few seconds. She's irked because she has seen this routine before. Some creep who's used to getting what he wants doesn't get it, and starts rattling off reasons why he should and shouldn't consign her (and hers) to some unspecified fate...like he's some freakin' shopkeeper weighing her worth on a scale. It's bush-league psyche-out material, and last time she checked, she didn't see the name "Konstantin" on the list of people entitled to cop that attitude with her. She's decided that maybe people have to start earning their way into that club. "Well, maybe if your friends would keep their hands off the schoolboys, you wouldn't have problems like this!" While snarling out that rotting fish of a comment, she levels her left hand about four feet off the floor, palm down, to indicate that we are not talking about horny teenagers here. Her right thumb hooks into the hand pocket of her coat (the hand hasn't entered the pocket yet, but it's close) while she steps off to the left of the group, widening the arc the "opposing team" has to watch. Mind you, being irked makes it much easier for her to say this, but it's only part of the reason. It's a particularly provocative insinuation to make about someone, and few people (with any shred of humanity) faced with it won't say or do something to refute it or explain the situation, or at least act profoundly confused by it. Hopefully this guy will spill some more info. The beauty of it is that, if necessary, Oleg (or any of the others) can de-escalate the situation by simply telling her to stand down, thereby reigning in the "over-emotional woman"--Konstantin's choices of words so far don't necessarily indicate a high level of respect for those born without the "Why? Chromosome", and this (ironically) often leads to a woman being cut a little slack for the occasional outburst. If it gets out-of-hand, well, she figures Alek is probably worth both of these creeps, which leaves it three-on-one for Konzo, here. And if Konzo is pulling the strings behind the people doing the kidnapping, then he's probably the guy we're looking for.
  6. When Rori's attempt to subtly let Oleg know something's up fails (or is merely brushed aside), her mind races and that uptight voice in her head shrills madly at her: Run, you fool! Police! Secret Police! Mobsters! Hit Men! Evangelists! Insurance Salesmen! It doesn't matter who the jaws belong to: You. Should. Never. Walk. Into. Them. Somehow, she keeps her cool and, amid the incredulous cries of her inner paranoiac, shoots the receptionist a poisonous "I'm onto you, pal!" glance before following Oleg to what will almost certainly be someone's doom. Even though she wants to flee, she knows that if this is some kind of trap, the other team probably has some contingency on hand to keep her from just bolting out the front door anyway. It's best to roll with it at this point. She coolly sizes up the woman in the scrubs as she follows along quietly to Snakepit Number 10. Unlike Oleg, however, Rori is unable to maintain any innocent facade at the sight of Konstantin and his bookends. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the Other Foot," she mutters (in English) well under her breath when she realizes it's too late to say she'll just wait in the hall. Or the lobby. Or the parking lot. Or maybe out on the harbor. Or maybe some miles from shore. Or maybe the freakin' moon... She glances over at Andrei to see if he's grinning or giving away any other clues that he already knows who this Konstantin is. She's still not sure she trusts him yet--he's a little too smooth sometimes.
  7. Rori puts a hand on Oleg's upper arm and squeezes gently. She hasn't seemed like the touchy-feely type in the time he's known her. Hopefully it's enough to get him to face her. "It's unfortunate, but I think the film will be fine--the guys know their work. Let's just leave a message for now and maybe he'll be awake tomorrow." She looks over his shoulder at the people in waiting room, wondering if any of the men who are alone are paying too much attention.
  8. Unless somebody stops her and/or tells her to wait with the car, Rori will accompany whomever is doing the talking at the desk, but try to remain quiet unless her medical experience and/or expertise seems helpful in getting the group where they want to go.
  9. "Okay." Glad to get away from the defeatist atmosphere (and curious onlookers) of that prison-themed restaurant, Rori drives toward the clinic. She's happy to be behind the wheel, but the faint, intermittent buzz from the loose exhaust shield and fact that the passenger seat no longer has a seat belt nibble at the edges of her thoughts. She's also not 100% happy about returning to the scene of one of her crimes, even if the crime involved was mostly just telling lies to facilitate the commission of awesomeness. The Wheelman's Code probably has something to say about returning to the scene later in the same car and the same clothes, but Oleg's running this show, and it seems likely the emergency staff will have rotated by now, minimizing (hopefully) the hazard of immediate recognition. Unless anyone's pulling a double shift... She'll be amazed if this guy is awake already, but she's seen soldiers similarly wounded who had to be restrained to keep them from getting up and trying to rejoin their units. It's all about motivation.
  10. Rori looks balefully at the phone connected to the laptop after Andrei leaves. She absently stirs the melting ice cubes in her glass of water with a straw, imagining for a moment a tiny boat being smashed between them and sinking to the bottom of the glass. Then she nods at the briefcase. "Oleg, may I look through those text message records? Perhaps something in there is worth all that money it cost to get them." If Oleg agrees, she'll start perusing the messages for anything productive, starting with the most recent. But actual conversation will take precedence, so if anybody speaks she'll pause to listen to what that person is saying.
  11. "Okay," Rori nods as the fog of ignorance lifts. "Sorry, I didn't understand that." She's still not sure she understands. On the surface, it seems like an awful lot of resources to bring to bear on some underling. But Rori has learned her lesson--she will take this as her cue to sit back, enjoy the sandwich, and revert to her original policy of simply letting the others talk while she listens. See where this is going. Planners plan...Drivers drive....it's The Wheelman's Code Rori toys with the thought of demanding that Andrei learn the convoluted, arbitrary, and ever-changing truisms of The Wheelman's Code during his driving lessons. She manages to hide the smirk in her chewing and continues to listen.
  12. Some nagging thought provokes her to look at the photo again despite her reluctance to do so: "Wait...I'm mistaken. This isn't the guy we dropped off. They look similar, but that guy had a store-bought tan, and this guy's the real thing. I apologize--I didn't look closely enough at the picture before..." ...for some reason... Rori, worried she's just now picked up on something everybody else already knows, and growing embarrassed that she's rather lost the plot, decides to come clean. She points at the picture: "Sorry, I'm confused now. Who is this guy?"
  13. Rori shrugs helplessly. "I don't know where to start other than that briefcase, but I wasn't inside the building on either occasion, so I don't know of any other leads. Oh, that reminds me..." She fishes the plastic baggie containing the receipts out of her purse and discreetly slides them to Alek. "Here are these. I haven't looked at them yet, myself. I figured you'd like the honors, there." She bites her lip for a moment, then her eyebrows shoot up as she turns to Oleg: "Oh, Oleg...that also reminds me. Don't pay any more for that hotel, eh? They sublet my room out to some hooker last night. I was alone and felt like I'd already pushed my luck too much to be bursting in on some lowlifes, so I found somewhere else to crash..." Again to the table in general: "...I do know that the woman I saw last night wasn't carrying anything, so our package must have been moved well prior to our arrival, and I doubt anything in that case tells us where it is. Of course, one of you mentioned the package was damaged, so I have to wonder if it's in the same place we dropped off Mister, uh...Tripod here." She dips an eye in the general vicinity of the photo without looking at it.
  14. Hmmmmm... Rori shoots a sideways glance (lasting about a nanosecond) at Andrei as she rises out of her seat and cranes her neck to see what Oleg is looking at. "Ouch," she mutters out the side of her mouth at the sight of the graphic photo. That's gonna hurt no matter where he puts it... Her next question is tinged with enough cynicism to make its rhetorical nature clear: "So, uh, what again does this guy want with that kid?" Eyes narrowing, she looks closer as Oleg leafs through. "...or was he just unfortunate enough to be the wrong person's friend?" Her face brightens at appearance of the message logs. "Hey, those text logs--does that include the content of the messages, or just who and when? That might clear up a few things..." She shakes her head quickly for a moment and sits back down. She looks from face to face as she speaks: "Wait, are we going ahead with this? I mean, I'm still dubious about the whole thing, but the way the dots are being connected is starting to make me worry I might regret it more if I turn my back on it."
  15. Rori walks up to the table wearing the same thing she had on yesterday (hey, it's not like she'd planned to make a career out of this gig) and sits down, crossing her legs in a way she never really used to feel the need to do. "Hi, guys," she says in the way people tend to do when they are just punching in to work. The decor does not hold much novelty for her, being both a former employee of the prison system and, due to the kind of work she's been doing lately, a prospective inmate. Still, this dumb place does some good toasted sandwiches--when the opportunity is presented, she will order one, with a "to go" box for the half she doesn't eat. As Rori perhaps has the least information about the road ahead, she'll let others do the talking.
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