Chapter 17 What's in a Soul

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III walks beside his superior, a middle aged man dressed in a fashionably bright pink suit the epitome of an english gentlemen (should they still exist) unlike his superior he wears the suit and the suit does not wear him…
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (oh the pic I used for him is the swimsuit edition)
Melo: (Well, you’ll fit right in with Ambrose’s fashion sense, at least…)
Bharat: (You traded out Hoi for this?!)

Melo would have taken a seat readily enough, setting the plant down beside him on a table. He’d glance between the two with those unmoving eyes as he moved to stand, a hand reaching out in a friendly gesture of a handshake. Hopefully these two guys were here to see him, and not someone just passing through.
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (I open up my shirt showing 20 fusion blocks and push a button j/k)
AJ B. (GM): The man in his 20s takes the offered hand and shakes it. “It’s a pleasure to meet the hero of the quarter sir. I am Seville Neshon. and this is Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf the third. Papillion, this is Melo hero of the M-quarter and protector of the downtrodden, and should he accept you as useful your superior for your current assignment. As you know your position in the organization is due to your knowledge.” He turns to Melo. “I assure you he is well qualified for your needs, despite his appearance.”
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (whats wrong with my appearance ?)
AJ B. (GM): (this guy is the kind of person who believes offices should be drab affairs, full of charcoal greys, and deep browns. thats all)
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (I bet he has never heard about increasing productivity through a healthy working environment)

Melo shook the hand firmly, offering a smile and in turn offering it to the elder of the two. “Nice to meet you. And no need to add in all that bluster. Just a guy doing his job and trying to make the city great.” And then a laugh at the comment of his appearance, “Trust me, there’s nothing wrong with his getup in the city. If there is, he’ll hear about it from my companion. Outside though, might make him the first target depending on the landscape.” His tone was friendly and jesting, of course. “Has he already been briefed on the assignment?”
AJ B. (GM): “Only that he will be assigned outside the city to assist you with his particular field of knowledge. I would prefer you avoid asking or informing him of more while inside this building or in the public view. Rumors are one thing, confirmation is another.” He turns to Papillion, “Do impress him, or you may just get knocked back down to viewing the Lucky 7s.” With that the young man walks off.
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (I wish I knew what lucky 7’s were)
AJ B. (GM): (its an inside joke in your detection branch, its a set of cameras that largely just view the city walls)
(basically the dullest job in your entire section, since theres very little to detect on the walls themselves.
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: “Sure boss, I will make you proud”
Melo: “Understood. Thank you for lending him to me.” And then to Papilion, “Well, as the boss said, no briefs in the building. You ever been outside the city?” He’d look up and down at the man, sizing him up, though his face remained friendly enough, and his tone wasn’t one of blame or malice. “And do you mind me asking your title?” He’d collect the office plant and start making his way out towards the front desk, pausing there to check in friendly like; he had something to do before leaving yet, however.

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III wonders over and pets Ambrose assuming her is there… and replies “Head of Magic Detection”
AJ B. (GM): (nah Ambrose and Vault were left home)

Melo had left the deer-bee at home, to play with his pets.
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (nooo… failure in diplomatic relations… you left your diplomatic asset behind)
(can I pet vault?)
AJ B. (GM): (currently its Melo and a Plant, you and the secretary in this room lol)
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (Is sexual harrasment a thing in rifts )
Bharat: (Only if you do it right. ;))
Melo: “Really?” He fought the urge to tense just a bit, “You do a hell of a job keeping tabs on what goes on in the city. Aside from last night’s incursion, I haven’t heard of anything broadcast over the police bands since I’ve been in the city.” And sadly, the droid wasn’t there, either. The hoverycle really only fits one. “And I do hope you’ll excuse me, I need to take care of something on one of the lower levels; I hopefully won’t be more than twenty minutes.” And a few words at the front desk, a signature, and then he’d hopefully vanish for a few minutes, returning, sans plant.. Hopefully, anyways.
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (wait I got this)

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III searches his mind if he can legally get away with petting the secretary 1
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (law ftw!)
AJ B. (GM): (no, definitely not.)
(theres even more thorough camera coverage inside this building then over the normal city areas)

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III pets the plant wistfully
(To GM): Should he be able to get approval, he’d be headed down to the 19th floor. A few knocks at the door to the AI’s room, as he still doesn’t have access to it properly, a simple ‘Hopefully I’m not breaching protocol, but I got this for you’ and the offer of the plant. Should it be accepted, a smile, some well wishes, and then back up stairs he’d go. If not, Cactus Juice Man would find a new plant on his desk when he came back.
(From AJ B. (GM)): easily enough done and doesn’t break any protocols.

Bharat is still in the desert, wondering why the beetles scurry so weird
(From AJ B. (GM)): you are thanked for the consideraton before you head out.

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III then is disappointed when he realizes its fake

Melo would return in short order. He’d sign out at the front desk, and then back to Papillion, “Sorry about that. I’ve got a place I’m reasonably sure will be secure. You have transport across town?” And down steps to the parking lot, “Bike only seats one.”
Ambrose Betamax: (is back! sorry all)
(Who is pappillon?)
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (A middle aged gentlemen dressed in a pink suit)
Ambrose Betamax: (ok sooo…what’s going on?)

Melo is waiting for the statesman to tell him if he has a car or not, mostly.
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (going to find out apparently they dont pay me)

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III sighs at his empty wallet “Sadly I do not have any transport”

Melo ahs. “Well.. Lets hope I don’t crash then, because I don’t think your suit’ll care for it too much, eh?” And up onto the Skycycle he’d climb, offering a hand to the middling aged man. “Get behind me, and watch your fingers. Make sure you don’t get sucked into the intakes.” Friendly advice, “Otherwise, you want me to go over the full flight attendant spheel?”

Bharat is slowly building a tiny beetle battle arena, competing the beetles to find the mightiest bug. And eating the losers

Ambrose Betamax has no idea what he missed
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (retcon that I do have transport)
Melo: (Haha. Roll with it! Change your mind and talk your way out of it.)
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: “I may not have conventional transport but I have an ulterior way to travel in style as befitting a gentlemen”

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III walks out back for a moment into the car parking place and comes back mounted on a horse >_>

Melo pulled his helmet on in short order, loud speaker kicking in to let him talk at a reasonable volume, “Suit yourself. Hopefully you can keep up?” Though, he’d stop at the sight of the horse. “..Right. You have a pen and paper for an address? I’d rather not spook your mount, and I can’t fly this thing that slow. Speed limits include lower ends.”

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III looks at Melo “My mind is the only pen and paper I will ever need”
Melo: “Can understand that.” And he’d dismount the bike and remove his helmet. “I’ll meet you at [address]. Let the droid know who you are and he’ll let you on the grounds.” As needed, he’d offer some general directions for getting to the outskirts of town before putting his helmet back on and getting back on the bike. “You want to go ahead and get started? Don’t want to spook the horse; I know Ambrose’s bird fucking hates this thing when I turn it on.”

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III puts his horse out of neutral and dashes off

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III waves back meet you there

Melo would give the horse a minute or so to get safely away from the roar of a jet turbine engine before taking off himself. Proper height, proper speed limits within the city, and home again home again, jigity jig.

Vault simply waits by the gate, as ordered, for a pink garbed man on a horse, named Papillion.

Melo attempts to convince Ambrose its his turn to cook. When the deer protests, ‘Blue Salad’ is all he says.

Bharat is slowly growing closer to a grand victor in the Beetle Battle Tournament I.

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III stops by his house to change into his armor

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III heads off to Melo’s place in his nice Royal Purple armor

Vault is still standing guard at the gate.

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III dismounts at the gate and waves at Vault

Bharat has eaten all the beetles and declared himself the Beetle Battle Tournament I champion Beetle.

Melo might approve of Bharat’s tourny if he wasn’t 10 miles away.
Ambrose Betamax: (Bharat is acting about like A pet of ambroses. lol)

Vault remains standing there. “Greetings and Salutations. Please identify yourself and state your business.” intones the deathbot, in that friendly sort of way, despite the damage he still has to his shoulder; at least it’d been covered some by a quick patch job over night.

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III buffs up his chest and proudly states I am Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf the III and this is my valiant steed Black Beauty. I am here to see the one you call Melo, would you be a good lad and point me to the nearest hitching post or stable?"

Vault stands still for a moment before responding. “The Commander has advised that you may bring your horse onto the property.” And with that, the droid would open the gate and wait for the man and horse to come onto the grounds. As far as a hitching post? Well, there’s a banister at the bottom of the steps, right?
AJ B. (GM): (yep)

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III walks the horse in and ties it to the hitching post. “Stay here and if the robot tries to have his way with you… You have my permission to protest for an appropriate amount of time before reluctantly giving in to his advances.”

Vault simply returns to patrol duty at that point, gate securely closed.

Bharat is bored again
Melo: “Hey! Glad you made it.” A friendly enough greeting to the elder man, even if he was eating.. whatever it was that he talked Ambrose into cooking. “Come on in, figure we can talk about this over a meal?” And he’d even hold the door for the man. “And glad to see you’ve got yourself some travling clothes.” By now, he’d disarmed and was wearing some casual clothes once more.

Bharat is going to bed because he’s unnessecary for progressing the story

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III looks at Melo “I would have to politely decline your invitation for repast… For I have already eaten and have a delicate digestion. As for discussion we may readily partake of that at your convenience”
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: “I do not wish to disturb your meal, I am willing to wait”

Ambrose Betamax wonders how bharat is faring.

Bharat is king of the Beetles
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (Etiquette ftw!)
Melo: “Works for me. Pull up a chair.” Food. He’d not eaten for most of the day, after all. He’d at least wait to finish each bite before talking.. Or the whole meal, if that was the case. With military speed, he’d eat. And then proper introductions. “Ambrose, this is Papillion. He’s going to be helping us with our contract work. Papillion, this here is Ambrose. He’s a good friend of mine. He’s the one I said might have some fashion advice for you.”

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III stands up bows and takes Ambroses hand then kneels and kisses it “Fair Lady it is an honor to meet one as pretty as thou”
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (The power of gender assumptions is strong in this one)
AJ B. (GM): (and a severe lack of biology knowledge seeing as he has antlers lol)
Melo: (And the fact that Melo said ‘He’)
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (yeah but with transgenderism it would be rude to call someone a he if he thinks he is a she… and in fashion one can always assume one may be of the opposite persuasion)
(Papillion thinks Ambrose is Melo’s life partner)

Ambrose Betamax giggles a bit and curtsies.
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: “It is refreshing to see such a proper lady educated in the nuance of proper etiquette”
“It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance”

Ambrose Betamax teehees a bit and his fur turns pink. Why thank you my good man, allow me to introduce myself. I am Sir August Buchanenbergson the third, esq, Refirator Magnate."

Melo just.. sighs. Don’t ask, don’t tell. Doesn’t matter that they had done away with that nearly a hundred years before he joined the military, it was still one of the unspoken rules. A shake of his head, and then he’d take a seat on the couch, to let the mortification roll off his ego like an AK-47 round rolls off of his body armor.

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III gasps “Oh my not only a lady but of the knighted nobility. It is doubly an honor”

Leah Razortongue walks into the room and looks towards Ambrose and her jaw just drops as she gapes at him.

Melo turns his head to look over at Leah, and just.. kinda shrugs helplessly. He’s not doing anything harmful, after all.
Melo: “Right. Just let me know when you want to know just what your boss signed you up for.”

Leah Razortongue looks towards Melo and tries to say words but just moves her mouth pointing at Ambrose

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III looks up at Melo from his kneeling position “I see you have finished your repast. Do you require a moment to rest before we continue our conversation?”
Melo: “Betamax.” That’s all he said in reply to Leah before turning to the other man.
Leah Razortongue: Leah looks at Ambrose again and mutters “Pink”
Melo: “And I’d just as soon get down to business. I’m sure you’ve heard some of the rumors going ‘round in town about some vampires. You’ve been put on loan to us to help address the problem. We need someone with knowledge, if not some experience with them.”
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (gimme a second to check my poke’dex to see if I has information)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: 1
(yep according to my lore demons/monsters I do)

Leah Razortongue finally finds her voice “Why the FUCK are you PINK?!”

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III gasps “Sir how dare you use such uncouth language in front of a lady, I demand you apologize for your rude outburst”
Leah Razortongue: “And I demand you learn how to determine fucking genders before I change yours.” she snaps back.

Melo just.. sighs and shakes his head, even if he had a bit of a smile, “Because it goes well with green?” Nope, he’s not helping at all.

Melo also, has no fucking fashion sense.
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (glove slap time)
Melo: (I’ll leave it up to those who actually have the wardrobe skill to point Melo’s error out)
Ambrose Betamax: (:P)

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III takes off his glove and challenges Leah to a duel by slapping her with his glove “I challenge you to a duel such behavior is unseemly in front of a lady”
Leah Razortongue: (need an attack roll to manage that hit)
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (oh wait I throw down the glove I dont think you slap them with it)
Leah Razortongue: (depends on which society/myths you’re going with, its been used in both manners)
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (I throw it down since I am armored the gauntlet has been thrown le gasp)
(Ambroses honor is at stake)

Melo took his time to simply stare at the man. “..We’re fucking doomed.”
Leah Razortongue: “Alright, clearly I walked through the wrong door, if someone can point me to the door that leads to the world where women have tits, male deer have antlers and crazy men do not randomly drop gloves I would greatly fucking appreciate it.”
(To GM): “The best the city has to offer me to help clear out this nest, is a fucking moron. We’re dead. Abso-fucking-lutely dead.” He didn’t speak these words, but they were thought, loudly.
Melo: “Lady, you’re in the wrong business if you want some sanity. Seriously, look at who you hang around with.” A hand would be rubbing along the edge of his implants.

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III walks to the exit and takes out a large pen and writes REALITY and motions for Leah to enter

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III makes sure he uses the washable kind >_>

Leah Razortongue looks over to Melo “If I go through the door the purple man there reccomends am I going to find my way back to the Ambrose who believes he is a male and isn’t pink, the Melo who would cheerfully blow my head off and the robot lacking a sense of humor?”

Melo shrugs. “Hey, I’d still blow your head off if Ambrose wasn’t infatuated with you. I can’t promise what you’ll find, but I’d suggest locking the door before more of it gets in here.”
Leah Razortongue: “Ok so you’re still sane and you as far as I can tell. So why does the purple man not recognize obvious gender characteristics?”

Melo shrugs. “Hell if I know. His brains got him as far as he has, no idea how he got far enough with his eyes.”

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III secretly notes the insult down and files it away in his brain for later use
Leah Razortongue: “Ambrose, seriously could you stop being pink? it is disturbing me.”

Ambrose Betamax turns back to white.
Ambrose Betamax: ’aaw."

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III cries inside at the obvious abusive relation Ambrose is in
Leah Razortongue: “That’s much better. You’re much cuter in your natural color you know.” Leah kicks the gauntlet over to the purple man. “Theres your glove by the way, ya michael jackson wannabe.”
Melo: (..God damnit)
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (what ?>)
Melo: (I just heard ‘Tee-hEE!’ in my head)
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: (lol)
Leah Razortongue: (have to take dog out brb)

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III picks up his glove dusts it off and then finds a seat and says “Yes I know of these creatures what do you wish to know regarding them?”

Melo just shakes his head at the goings on. So many gears were turning in his head. Risk. So much risk. It also reminded him of the Brass in some ways. “Well, I know water hurts ’em. I know the basics of killing ’em in some of the more.. Flamboyant ways, but beyond that..” A shrug. “Most of what I’ve found on the ‘net contradicts itself, and half the time I don’t know what to trust.”
Leah Razortongue: (back)
Melo: (Welcome back)

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III nods “So far you are correct, you may also use these techniques [begins reciting the text from world book 1 about vampire weakness]… And thats about all I know”

Melo would actually rise up from the couch to head over to the terminal in the room to start taking notes. “Good to know.”
Melo: “And defences? I know they’re not exactly the kind of things you want to let get close up.”

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III repeats himself slowly listing their weakness and aversion to garlic, the cross (and what that signifies), water and light

Melo continues to take notes. “And guessing garlic costs’ve skyrocketed recently, eh?” A glance at Ambrose; after all, he’s the one that did the shopping recently.
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: “Shall I write this out for you?”

Ambrose Betamax hadn’t bought much garlic :s

Melo shook his head, “Nah, just keep talking. I’ve got it covered. Over all, seems a good bit of the lore holds true. Silver actually hurt ’em?”

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III nods “Indeed, but it wont keep them down for good”
Melo: “At least I’ve got that right then. How out cold are they during the day? Possible to route a nest if we go in a few hours after sun rise and torch ’em?”
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: “Fire does nothing to them >_> unless its magic… Which is illegal”

Melo stops, and scrolls up. “Lop off head and cremate. I mishear that one?”
AJ B. (GM): (Think I need to call it a night guys)
(was fun)
(I’ll calc exp later, have been fighting being sick for a couple hours)
Zea: (Thanks for running it; I agree on calling it. I gotta sleep soon. Rest well, yeah?)
AJ B. (GM): (yeah, thanks)
Ambrose Betamax: (thanks AJ, sorry I wasn’t more active)
AJ B. (GM): (no worries, so long as you were having fun)
Ambrose Betamax:
Will you be awake?
AJ B. (GM): (for a while yet yeah, dealing with regular coughing fits tends to inhibit sleep anyhow lol
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: sorry spilled something
had to get myself clean before I could use the keyboard
“That is one of the few exceptions” (that was listed near the end
“You can decapitate and set fire or you can stake it and set fire”
“Until those conditions are meet fire would do nothing…”
Matt S.: rolling 2d4
= 4
(To GM): Above roll for spd for Bharat for Running: Basic
(To Matt S.): For record’s sake, above roll is for spd for running: basic
Zea: M’kay. And games roll?
Matt S.: rolling 1d4+2
= 4
Zea: And just in case, toss me 3d100
Matt S.: ok
rolling 3d100
= 235
Is high numbers good. 0.0
Zea: Yep.
Matt S.: Ok kewl
Also, I got a 69… another thing bharat got before ambrose
Zea: Also, toss me a 1d2
Matt S.: rolling 1d2
= 2
rolling 1d5
= 1
Ambrose Betamax: Beep
Zea: Zoop.
AJ B. (GM): Alright, last we left our heroes, a mad man who couldn’t see genders had explained how to kill vampires, convinced Ambrose to turn pink and possibly that he was female and royally pissed off Leah. (I miss anything there?)
Ambrose Betamax: Lol no
Zea: Sounds about right.

Melo likely would have taken a fair number of notes on the work station in the living room (Why does he always picture that place done up with a stiff backed couch in floral prints?) before politely attempting to usher the man off. Likely at the point that Leah began making threats.

Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III looks around at the group. “Now I am to accompany you outside the walls for your mission, nes pa?”

Melo had to stop, and actually think about it for a moment or two, before finally responding, “We’ll see. You’re a valued member of the city, and I’m not sure how well it’d be taken if I were to directly put you in harms way.” A conversation probably had on the porch, away from the drug-addict deer-bee.

Ambrose Betamax wonders how he would adapt in an all male environment. Ambrosia? Ambroseen? He tries to think of a lady name for himself.
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: “Ahh well zen I look forward to hearing from you and the lovely misses of your success in this.”

Melo nods in agreement. “Yeah. Do everyone a favor though, and keep what we talked about here hush hush. Don’t think your boss would take too kindly to it.”
Papillion Alaindeleon Shaiapouf III: “Of course, Pappillion will be ze soul of discretion, no?” With that he hitches up on his horse and rides off to the gate however he stops once outside of it looking up at the sky.

Melo would wait for the man to leave, hesitating just a bit at the door when the man stops. A hand would even lift to his ear, muttering quietly, “Watch him.”
Ambrose Betamax: “I like him, leah, he treats us gals right.”

Leah Razortongue sighs and mutters “Betamax” before saying. “Ambrose, you aren’t female, and he was certain I was a guy. Aside from that he’s completely insane.”
Ambrose Betamax: " well there is that. He was polite though.

Melo eventually would get back in, door locked behind him. “Fuck’n poofda.” And he’d shake his head. “Don’t ask, don’t tell, but fuck’n hell man.” And into the living room he’d go, catching the tail end of Ambrose’s comment after getting a beer from the fridge. “Yeah, well, throwing down a gauntlet in someone’s home that you’ve just met is never a polite gesture.” And onto a couch he’d sit, half leaning back on an arm rest. Pffftsh. “We’ve got a fuck ton to talk about though.” And he’d look right at Ambrose, “And you’re not going to like what I have to say.”
Leah Razortongue: “Wait, he wasn’t just being crazy and tossing clothes around? That actually had a Purpose?!!?” Leah’s eyes widen in confusion.
Melo: "Yeah. Old human custom or some such. “Throwing down a gauntlet”. I think he was actually challenging you to a fight."
Ambrose Betamax: Oh.

Melo adds, “And that shit was out of style when I was born.”
Leah Razortongue: “Hmm, maybe I should go out there and grant him his wish then.”
“Hey Melo can I borrow your gun?”

Ambrose Betamax feels that real style is timeless

Melo turned his head to look at Leah, face blank. He’d then a swig or two of beer. “Yeah… no.” And back to Ambrose. “So. You’re considering doing something stupid, aren’t’cha?” Well, he isn’t the most likeable person after all, “And I’m worried about it.”
Leah Razortongue: Leah puts a hand to her mouth and chuckles as she again mutters the word “Betamax”
Ambrose Betamax: “I wonder what will happen to Bharat…”
Melo: “Yeah. About that. You’re a registered citizen, and you’re able to make choices on your own, but.. I really think what Cockitrice is proposing is a very bad idea. As it stands, I can do a fair bit to protect you from things.. But you take ownership of Bharat, and there isn’t a damned thing I can do about it when he does something. Hell, I’ll be the one responsible for bringing you in in all likelihood. Besides, he hasn’t even been asked, and he didn’t seem too keen on being owned by anyone. What’s to stop him from turning on you?”
Ambrose Betamax: …..I dunno. I’t take good care of him and feed him every day.
Melo: “And when someone walks up to him, insults him, and he kills them because he can?”
Ambrose Betamax: ….he’d be grounded for at least a week.
Melo: “And you’d be imprisoned for years.”

Melo might even glance at Leah for some support on this one before chugging most of his beer.

Leah Razortongue shrugs “He has a good point for once. Are you really sure you can keep him under control?”
Ambrose Betamax: …no. But what would happen to him if I didn’t try?
Melo: “Frankly? He’s a wanted criminal. And are you willing to lay down your life for someone you’ve met 4 times and watched kill a man and destroy city property? Hell, I’ve tried to be nice to him, and y’know how he repaid me? I put my job on the line to prevent him from getting imprisoned, and he decides to run away when I trusted him to follow the laws.”
Ambrose Betamax: “….well..”

Melo still isn’t outright telling the deer ‘No’, mind.

Ambrose Betamax looks confused and starts turning a bit grey again.

Melo by now, would be leaning forward, drink set on the glass part of the living room table, rather than the wood; he didn’t have a coaster, after all. “It’s a bad idea Ambrose. You’re more or less saying ’You’re willing to sacrifice yourself for him’. You willing to help him over Leah?” He’d incline his head some, then shake it with a shrug. “I can’t condone it. But its your choice. Just know this: You sign it, he does something, and I can’t do anything to shield you.”
Ambrose Betamax: ……i won’t sign it then.
(Guys, my family wnts me to pick up a couple things at the store for them. Can ambrose be lonely in his room for a while while I do that?)

Leah Razortongue sighs in relief and hugs Ambrose. “We’ll still try and help the big dumb lizard, we’ll figure something out. Right Melo?” she glares at Melo as she asks this.
AJ B. (GM): (sure)
Melo: (Sure!)

Ambrose Betamax quietly walks to his room to think a out things.
Ambrose Betamax: (Lol thanks)

Melo sat back, face clearly showing those signs of relief at the deer’s comment about deciding against the idea, Though at Leah’s comment, “Yeah… I can’t promise anything.” The lizard damaged both is reputation as well as his APC, and from his perspective, attempted to attack him. “I’ve got my job to do, and I can’t change my story just to help him out. Best I can promise is I won’t try and kill ‘em if he’s cleared of crimes.”
Leah Razortongue: “Not good enough Melo, leaves you too much room to kill him before he gets a trial. I want your word that he gets brought in alive. If that means choppin off his legs and dragging him in on the stumps then that’s what we do. and before you tell me that ain’t doable, keep in mind I’ve seen you shoot.”
Melo: “City wants him alive rather than dead. Lethal is an option if my life is on the line. I’m not willing to risk my life, OR Ambrose’s for his. The kind of damage I’d have to do to bring him in alive isn’t the kind of suffering I’d be willing to put him through.” A shrug. “And I’d rather not cripple ‘em. I’m not that vindictive.”
Leah Razortongue: “Fine, good enough at least. For now. I’ll be up with Ambrose if you need me.” and heads up the stairs to his room.
(From Niemand): A familiar face suddenly pops in on the couch. “Weird girl.”
Melo: “..Tell ‘em I said he’s making the right choice, would’ja?” There was actually concern his his words. A few more minutes of quiet contemplation, a moment to polish off his beer.
(To GM): He’d start, no doubt about it. That knee jerk was to go for his gun, but that was the knee jerk; the face wasn’t recognized, as always, but the coat was, and the twitch was cut short half way through movement. “Yeah. Think Ambrose is rubbing off on her.”
(From Niemand): “Would seem so, though I think she’s rubbing off on him a bit too. By the by, theres another one of the top dogs who’s gonna want to talk to you. He’s arranging a meetup as we speak. Thought you might want to know. Sounded like he was gonna try and make it seem like a chance run in.”
(To GM): “Yeah. He’s got a heart of gold. Really does. Wants to help everyone, and I’d like to think I did a reasonable job protecting ‘em from the worst of it back in Germany. Gave my word I’d keep ‘em safe, but.. He’s gotta grow up, y’know? As much as I owe his tribe, he’s been sent out just as much to learn as anything. Still don’t know how much I believe that he’s fated to find some holy relic of their’s, but..” A shrug. “And.. fuck. Appreciate the heads up. Should I be worried about just what kind of meet up?”
(From Niemand): “Depends, do you enjoy your meetings with the Administration?”
(To GM): Didn’t exactly sigh, though most people consider it one. One of those long, thoughtful puffs of air, head lolling back on the couch. “Cost of doing business, I guess. Or maybe just the luck of the Betamax.” A lopsided smile was offered at the figment of his imagination, “Any idea what they want to talk to me about?”
(From Niemand): “Hmm, didn’t get to hear that, but if the name Poseidon means anything to you maybe that helps, maybe it doesn’t.”
(To GM): “Ah. Yeah.. He’s likely not too pleased I hang around with his favored whore. Either that, or he wants me to help one up Giovon’s last shin-dig. Who knows.” A shrug. “Y’never know with them, and I’m not good enough at politics to play in the same arena as him.”
(From Niemand): “Suppose not, but most of them seem to think you are.”
(To GM): He had to laugh at that. “See, THAT is the frightening thing. They play games, and I simply act. Yeah, I get some of the rules and everything, but I’d never be able to pull the kind of things those folks do.”
(From Niemand): “The thing is though, you’re trying to pull off more then they do, and the fact you seem to believe you can makes you dangerous.”
(To GM): “Believe? Hell, I hope I can. I’ve got ideas, but I know it’ll take a lot of work. Just gotta win hearts and minds, one at a time. I just want there to be at least one more safe haven out there for those willing to work towards it. Yeah, never going to pull a Utopia in a place this big, but I can can still try for something better for everyone.”
(From Niemand): “Indeed, can’t say I don’t approve of the attempt, but remember this ‘you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villain’”
(To GM): “I’m sure, in time, I’ll end up reviled by humans.” A shrug. “You know full well I’m a killer. Can only hope that history will view me favorably.”
(From Niemand): chuckles “History ain’t being kept much no more. I’d be surprised if more then a blank headstone awaits anyone.”
(To GM): “True enough. Then again, there’re folks like you and me around. Hell, Oracle keeps track of this kind of stuff.” Another shrug, and then he’d lean back, rolling his head to look at the terminal he’d been taking notes on earlier, thinking for a moment. “As it stands.. I’m fighting on too many fronts. I gotta cut something loose.”

Ambrose Betamax is back
AJ B. (GM): (Hiya)
Melo: (Welcome back!)
Ambrose Betamax: ( hey :)
AJ B. (GM): The sun has begun to set outside the house. The hussle and bustle of city noise starting to quiet down.
Ambrose Betamax: (Btw after game can we chat some Melo?)
Melo: (Sure!)
(From Vault): Papillion has ridden off into the sunset, which I must note is the opposite direction of his employer.
Ambrose Betamax: ( awesome. Someone appears to be being nice and sending me a free videocard, and I still have whT you sent me. I thought you might want it back)
Melo: (Nah. What kind of card they sending you?)
Ambrose Betamax: ( a gigabyte radeon 7780 I think? The info is on my pc which is kinda down lol)
( he upgraded and was gonna toss it anyways. According to nerdy people I know its a significant upgrade anyways for me)
Melo: (Yep. If it’s a 7870, ’s a nice step up)

Ambrose Betamax perks up at leah’s entrance into his room. Grey goes away!)

Melo could likely be heard talking down stairs, but he’s prone to holding one sided conversations, so that isn’t too out of the ordinary. For now, it’s Ambrose’s time to shine.
Leah Razortongue: Leah sits down on the bed next to Ambrose. “You okay Betamax?”

Ambrose Betamax leans on her a bit. " I will be. I hope he’ll be ok."
Leah Razortongue: “We’ll do our best to make sure it happens. For whatever it’s worth Melo thinks you’re doing the right thing.” She perks up, “Hey I got an idea, I bet he’s feeling guilty and would hand over that oven without a second thought. Want to go see?”
Ambrose Betamax: “Ok!”
Leah Razortongue: Leah opens the door and smirks as she waves towards it. “Ladies first.” before sticking her tongue out at Ambrose.

Ambrose Betamax turns pink again and twirls on his way out.
Leah Razortongue: Leah shakes her head and follows him downstairs.

Melo probably could be found reviewing things at the terminal by now.

Ambrose Betamax trips on the way downstairs and falls all the way down.
Leah Razortongue: Leah jumps down the last steps and kneels over him. “You alright?!” legitimate concern in both her eyes and her voice.

Melo stood up at the ‘WAUG!’ from the deer, along with the sounds of a body tumbling. “Ambrose!” Yep, he was worried alright.

Ambrose Betamax springs up and dizzilly wobbles in Melo’s general direction. "I"m good, lets dooOOOooOoo this…."
Leah Razortongue: Leah shrugs and follows Ambrose. “Swear to god, I’m going to die of a heart attack around you long before the drugs can kill me.”

Melo would stop, and shake his head a bit. “He’s resilient, I’ll give him that, but.. Yeah man. Be careful, please? I don’t think that doc would be too keen on seeing you again so soon.”
Ambrose Betamax: " I still never worked out how they replaced my whatever got taken out of me."
Melo: “Honestly, I couldn’t tell you. I’ve seen some amazing things in my time though. Hell, I had this,” a hand moving to indicate his face, “ugly mug blown off, and they put me back together.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Are you ever gonna let me try on those sunglasses by the way?”
Melo: “What sungla— My eyes? Ambrose, they don’t come off. That’s like me asking to try on your horns.”

Melo adds, “Except I don’t shed them every year.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Oh, humans don”t shed their eyes? What do you shed then?"
“I know hipsters shed their beards every season.”

Melo would blink. The script ran. Twice. “…” His jaw would kinda hang slack before he’d shake his head, and face palm a bit with a faint groan of exasperation. “I.. Ambrose, you are very good at leaving me at a loss for words.”
Ambrose Betamax: (Heehee I thought that was pretty good.)
Leah Razortongue: (roflmao that’s just perfect)

Leah Razortongue doubles over laughing barely able to breath out “ask…him”
Melo: (It got me to groan out loud.)
(I can just see it now, Leah collapsing in laughter, Melo face palming, and Ambrose looking totally oblvious.)
Ambrose Betamax: “Don’t they grow bigger beards every mating season?”

Melo just.. sighs, hand rubbing that space above his ocular implants. “I honestly do not know what to say to that. He’s so innocent and cute, but.. good lord man.” He’d be chuckling a bit; how could he not? “Some do, I suppose. But.. Really Ambrose? I know you’ve got to be joking.”
Leah Razortongue: Leah straightens up a bit and gasps out “Mating is never a joking matter.”

Ambrose Betamax is genuinely confused. He doesn’t understand the concept of shaving.
Ambrose Betamax: "…i don’t get it. How do you earn the right to mate then?

Melo Simply has no idea what to say. He’d shake his head. “Right. I..” Stammering would continue. “Seriously, not all of them are this clueless. Really.” His words directed at Leah. “Some of the elders’re down right geniuses.” Why was he trying to defend the deer-bee’s tribe? “And we pair up and find people we like?” At least he had enough class to make no mention of Leah’s profession.
Ambrose Betamax: " but….how do you attract their attention? It’s realy not the beards?"

Melo sighs; he’d roll his eyes, but them things just don’t move, no matter how much his brain told them to. Soulless things, they are. “For some, yeah, sure, it’ll be the beards. Others, the attitude. Others, we say ‘Hello’.” And he’d shake his head.
Ambrose Betamax: “…..that seems needlessly complicated. How are you not extinct?”

Melo again, would face palm, looking at Leah with that exasperated expression, as if asking ‘Why do I even try?’
Leah Razortongue: Leah is now on the floor laughing her ass off.

Melo eventually, sighs, straightens up, and starts to talk, “Ok, You know how your tribe dress, to attract each other? Your sense of style? How you hide your true fur color? Humans do much the same to attract one another. We’ve just got different standards. We’ve got more of us, and we all have our own tastes. Most of the time, we’ll settle for what we can get.”
Ambrose Betamax: "Waait you hide your true fur color? I just do that because I’m cursed. "

Melo nods. “Some women do. We call it dying our hair.”
Leah Razortongue: (huh never knew Melo was sexist lol =P)
Melo: (Haha. He’s a dick.)
Ambrose Betamax: “Huh. You people are freaky.”
Leah Razortongue: Leah is now lying on the floor wheezing and barely able to breathe.
Melo: “Yeah.. Well.. Different strokes for diff’rent folks, y’know?”
(What’chu talkin’ ’bout Melo?)

Ambrose Betamax panics and grabs Leahs drugs.
Leah Razortongue: Leah waves her hand at Ambrose to indicate she’s ok and to make sure he doesn’t put any of those patches on her right now.

Melo likely is caught off guard when the deer-bee tears off in search of.. something.
Leah Razortongue: After a little while of recovering. She says “Hey Melo, can I have that oven for a little while, I want to cheer Ambrose up.”
Melo: “Uhh… no.”
Ambrose Betamax: " oh well. We could always uuuhhh…."
Leah Razortongue: “Ahh come on Melo, the poor guy is hurting, and we aren’t gonna damage it. Right Ambrose?”

Ambrose Betamax turns pink again.
Melo: “I’m not worried about you two damaging it. I’m worried about you to being damaged.”
Leah Razortongue: “Well I suppose some of my old friends and I can show him a good time, it’s not like he has a habit of bringing home strays or wanting to help everyone with a sob story right?” She places her arm over Ambrose’s shoulder and starts to lead him out.
Ambrose Betamax: " what? Oh. Ok…"

Matt S. has started a new combat arena featruing large, angry spiders.
Ambrose Betamax: (Lol hi bharat)
(Also all the nope)

Melo just.. sighs. And then that friendly edge was gone from his voice, “Leah, if he comes home with another pet, or agrees to help anyone, you’re paying for it in blood.”

Melo isn’t going to stop the deer from leaving; he has to let him make his own choices.
Ambrose Betamax: (Melo is very protective of Ambrose. And ambrose is totLly oblivious to what is going on here)
Leah Razortongue: “Well if I were busy enjoying time with Ambrose in the house there’d be no chance of that happening now would there be?”

Bharat knows the favorite to win is Mr Leggles, but Itchy and the Fruzzy Mister Frumpkin have made some killer plays in this years games. It should be a good match
Leah Razortongue: (It can’t be good that Bharat is giving me ideas for Splugorth arenas)

Melo nods. “Mmhmm. And you don’t need to sacrifice little pieces of your immortal soul to do it.”
Bharat: (Splurgorth?)
Leah Razortongue: “Oh come on, you can’t possibly believe that thing eats souls. You aren’t that naive.”
Ambrose Betamax: (Ambrose is a friend to all animals. Cept bugs. Bugs are ookie.)
Leah Razortongue: (20 bucks says if it were giant, spit acid and had the power to turn rainbows into nuclear warheads he’d try and adopt it in the first thirty seconds)

Melo simply looked at Leah. “Is it something you’re willing to chance?”

Melo adds, “And are you willing to risk His?”

Bharat is having a hard time actually making the spiders fight each other
Leah Razortongue: “I’m pretty sure I’d have felt part of my soul being ripped out the last time I used it, and frankly according to 9 out of 10 religions I’m damned anyway so can’t say my souls destruction would overly bother me”
Ambrose Betamax: (You could have little wasps ride them into battle)
Melo: “Yeah, well, not a risk I’m willing to take. No, you can’t use the oven.” Yeah, he really should have thought better of letting Ambrose know what that thing does.
Leah Razortongue: She shrugs and leads Ambrose out yelling back through the door “Lets go see which of my friends is up for a rodeo with a sweet sympathetic thing like you.” Leading him out into the night.
Ambrose Betamax: (They do everywhere. They’re just bigger in austrsilia)

Melo sighs. “Vault. Killjoy protocol. Go with them.”
Ambrose Betamax: ( lol he has a protocol for this)
AJ B. (GM): (roflmao, it has a protocol name now)

Vault is waiting at the gate. Like a seven foot tall, mechanical chaperone.
AJ B. (GM): (What is Vaults speed, and what is Ambrose’s?)
Vault: (110)

Vault can run at freeway speeds.
Ambrose Betamax: (Mine is at 60unless 8 go all 4’s)
AJ B. (GM): (your speed or your mph is at 60?)
Ambrose Betamax: (Ipad keyboard)
( i dunno, i cannot access my sheet with no video card)
Vault: (Wanna say spd of 66, +30% spd for being on all fours)
AJ B. (GM): (kk, so you guys won’t be outrunning Vault.)
Vault: (Yeah, 66)
AJ B. (GM): (alright it’s getting late into the night in game, does anyone object to skipping ahead to the next morning?)
Ambrose Betamax: ( poor ambrose not quite 69)
Vault: (I’d be all for watching Bharat’s spider tourny!)
(Bharat is due for some time in the spot light)
Ambrose Betamax: (He does need some.)

Bharat has eaten the spiders because they refuse to cooperate
Ambrose Betamax: (Eew.)

Bharat is not sure if they were the venomous kind or not
AJ B. (GM): (thankfully Bharat has a rediculously iron gut)

Vault performs proper kill joy duty of pointing out, obviously, when Ambrose is about to make a bad choice, about to break the law, no ding ding without the wedding ring, ect ect.
AJ B. (GM): (Is Vault willing to break the law himself to follow this protocol?)
(also yes we will be getting Bharat back into things as soon as I know if everyones ok with skipping ahead.)
Ambrose Betamax: ( in short, he is buzz killingtron)
( and i am good skipping ahead)

Vault mostly does a decent job of being Buzz Killingtron, yes. He’d also very likely remind them that they are being recorded before they attempt to break the law, but otherwise is a mobile, vocal camera. J-walking, no problem. Breaking and entering? He might be required to report such actions and take preventive measures. Otherwise, yes on skipping ahead.

Bharat would have indigestion if taht were a thing that his species could have.
Ambrose Betamax: (Ambrose has never in his life had indigestion.)
AJ B. (GM): (no I mean is Vault willing to break the law to follow this protocol. A lot of people object to deathbots entering their home you know, and trespassing is illegal)
(To GM): Would spend the remainder of the evening focused on his spell book; notes of vampires, notes of TW weapon designs, study on how that stuff.
Vault: (True! And it depends on just how resistant people are. It might end up being dinal of Ambrose getting to go in.)
(And that very well may be done via guilt trip, because Melo’s a dick)
AJ B. (GM): (Alright, Ambrose, quick question with Vault being buzz killingtron would you and Leah have come back to the house before the morning or no?)

Melo is a dick, even by proxy.
Ambrose Betamax: ( that would be up to leah and buzz. He’s out otd lol)
Out voted
AJ B. (GM): Alright so everyone is back in the house then for the time being, except for Bharat who may or may not have slaughtered more helpless innocent vampires while he was out in the desert.
Ambrose Betamax: (Or possibly made them fight in a tiny colloseum)
(From Vault): “Commander there is a man standing at the gate holding your gun and stating he has a message for you.”
AJ B. (GM): (He’d need to build an airtight dome to prevent the flying or misting away)
Ambrose Betamax: ( think he could build some head chopping wooden staking collars for em too? :p)
AJ B. (GM): The next day it is a sunny and relatively pleasant morning, the city is just beggining to wake up.

Melo would be awake, making coffee, already dressed and getting ready for a day. “..Get his name, escort him in.”

Melo talks to seemingly himself fairly regularly.
AJ B. (GM): Vault escorts a man wearing a long white trenchcoat with grease stains on his cheeks and a shaved head into the main room, the man tracks quite a bit of oil onto the carpet and sits down. He informs Vault. “I am Sinclair though my friends just call me Sin.”
Ambrose Betamax: (Is ambrose there??)
AJ B. (GM): (in the house presumably so he’d likely hear the talking)
Ambrose Betamax: (Ok.)

Melo sighs at the oil. “..fuck’n hell. Vault, remind me to get you some standard protocols for keeping the floor clean.” A headshake, and then he’d hold out a mug of coffee in a friendly sort of way, with his right hand. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance. You’ve got my gun?”
AJ B. (GM): He slings it around sets it on the table along with a peace of paper declining the cup of coffee. “I really must be getting back to work, I’ve made my delivery and my superior will have my hide if I’m not back double quick.” With that he bolts out the door (assuming no one stops him)

Melo gave a shrug, “Can understand that.” He’d make no attempt to stop the man, taking a seat, setting coffee down, and promptly field stripping the laser rifle, coffee mugs used to keep the message flat as he read it from the couch.

Ambrose Betamax walks in and instantly slips and falls on some oil on the floor.
(From AJ B. (GM)): [6:58:04 PM] Real_Jacior: Dear Melo, I return your gun to you on the good faith that you’ll meet me, alone, by the pillars where we last saw each other, before mid-day today.
AJ B. (GM):
-With Regards,
stupid fucking thing messing it up
Ambrose Betamax: (Mm?)
Melo: (Yeah. Sadly, enter breaks lines)
AJ B. (GM): (those of you that can’t or aren’t reading, disregard that message lol.)

Melo would turn his head as the deer falls; hands wouldn’t stop moving however as he disassembled that gun. “Y’alright? Had a messenger, and I’m likely going to need to get out of here in short order. Have a good time last night?”
Ambrose Betamax: “Can’t remember. Prob pretty good then. Whats with all this oil?”

Ambrose Betamax tries to get up and slips again.

Melo reiterated, “Messenger. Lacking a bit of courtesy to come tromping in here like that, but I told the droid to escort ’em in.”

Ambrose Betamax keeps trying and failing t get up. " wow, it just kind of sticks to you doesn’t it.

Melo sighs, setting his gun down, “Patrol duty. Lock the door on the way out.” And over to help the Deer-Bee stand. “Coffee’s hot. I’ll get you some of the degreaser from the hangar.”

Bharat gets the feeling that somewhere, someone who’s supposed to be graceful is the opposite

Ambrose Betamax eventually figures things out and starts skating around on his now very slippery hooves.

Melo actually is more annoyed with Vault and himself then the Messenger. The droid did exactly as he was told.
AJ B. (GM): (Unlike most people that messenger does recognize a death bot and isn’t a fan of objecting to its requests)

Melo even offered the man a cup of coffee for his troubles..!

Melo likely gets Ambrose a towel or two. “Here, clean off your feet. Think I could get you to clean this up for me?”
AJ B. (GM): Leah watches Ambrose skate and is highly amused.
Ambrose Betamax: “Ok.” (He cleanskates with little pirouettes."

Melo would, in short order, reassemble the rifle he had half disassembled, collect the note, and leave. He’d return a few minutes later, sans rifle, with a well oiled, and a bit grung covered container of current day Orange Goop (You know, the degreaser cleaner stuff) and hand it to Ambrose. “Can get the oil out of your pelt with this. I’ll be back later today. If I don’t come back, take care of Vault for me.” And up he’d go, to his room, to get properly suited up.
Ambrose Betamax: “Huh? Ok…..” ( he doesnt realize the gravity of if i dun come back, and covers himself with orange goop in thort order.)
Melo: “Leah, take care of ‘em, would’ja?” His tone was a bit somber by the time he was making his way out. He’d.. stop at the sight of a deer, cleaning himself in the foyer with the small container of oil remover. A sigh, some muttering, ‘Get More Cleaner’, and then out he’d go, dressed head to toe in his full body armor, weapons in place. In short order, the roar of the sky cycle could be heard… and then muffled, dismounting, checking a few things in the hangar, and he’d be gone, hangar locked down again
Ambrose Betamax: " this stuff is gross."
AJ B. (GM): Leah nods to Melo as he leaves.

Melo goes through the standard bits of stopping off at the gates, unless he was waved through. And in short order, that skycycle would be screaming through the air, heading ten miles out, and actually getting a chance to survey the layout from the air.
AJ B. (GM): Without any D-bees along he’d be waved through.

Melo would be a few thousand feet up as he neared where he was requested, looking first and foremost to try and find the lizard, when safely out of range.

Bharat is no where to be seen, at least from a distance

Melo would eventually lower down, still scanning, flipping through various light wave frequencies to try and spot something that didn’t fit. Scanning such an area does take a bit of time and effort though. Eventually, he’d be hovering about three hundred feet up, still looking for the lizard, somewhat distrustfully. Too bad those 80 decibels of his loud speaker were likely eclipsed by the roar of the skycycle’s engines. Yep, he’s a paranoid git, that’s for sure.

Bharat is still invisible to all of Melo’s detecting devices. It almost seems like the lizard would know not to be standing out in the open where someone could see and shoot him from a distance.

Melo didn’t like it. He didn’t like this one bit. He’d fly off a bit, placing at least five hundred feet between himself and those towers, and most other signs of cover before landing. Those screaming engines would quiet to just a low rumble. A few unheard words, a bit of tapping before his voice would echo out in that high def loud speaker, “Alright. I’m here. C’mon out.”
Bharat: It’s quiet for a minute before the loud, bass-y voice of the lizard rumbles back outfrom the stone pillars. “You gonna shoot me the moment you see me?”
Melo: “Off the clock for now. Got your message, willing to listen.”

Ambrose Betamax wonders why this orange goo won’t come off. He’s stuck orange. Ow.

Melo is still on the skycycle, at idle.

Bharat emerges from a cave near the top of one of the pillars, looking down at Melo from a distance. “First time you seem to be willing to do that!”
Ambrose Betamax: " my fur feels all squeaky.."
Melo: “Yeah, well, y’run when you’re under arrest, when I try and get you out of it, when most other people woulda gone for the leathal option, what’d’yuh expect to happen?” Though the fact that his words were being broadcast at the volume of a jumbo jet might have made him a bit harder to understand, compounded by echos. A few button taps would lower it to a much more reasonable 55 or so db’s. “You’ve got my attention. Talk.” Nope, he wasn’t friendly, but he also hadn’t drawn a gun.

Bharat looks at Melo with an, at this distance, unreadable expression. “I feel like we’ve gotten off off on the wrong foot. Get of thee bike and we’ll have a real talk. I might even let you take me in.”

Melo likely had just as much of a high zoom running on the lizard as the lizard had on him. “Yeah, think we have. C’mon down. Have my word I’m not shooting until I’m threatened. Still, don’t trust you as far as I can throw you, but you’ve made some good steps in the right direction.” A few key taps, and then he’d hop off the bike, though the engine was still running. Could he be blamed?

Bharat stands still for a minute, the massive mechanical tail waving behind him like a tentacle before striking at the stone entrance to the cave and breaking up some of rocks. “Fine.” With that the lizard half steps off half jumps off the pillar and digs his claws into the stone sliding down.

Bharat makes good way towards Melo his natural speed carrying him faster than it seems it should.

Melo held his position, rifle still at his back. Calm, though soon enough he’d give another shout, “Hold up. Close enough for now. Lets talk. Still don’t trust you enough to let you get much closer.” He’d call out at about 300 ft out.

Ambrose Betamax is all clean and got the goo off….but ist still orange.

Matt S. looks at Melo. “You’re not quite as dumb as I pretend to be.”
Melo: “Yeah, well, smart would have been letting the rest of the squad take you in, rather than trying to talk y’down, and giving you an option to get out of an area with those loud speakers. Or maybe just arresting you when we first met rather than suggesting a way for you to earn some credits. I’ve got my fair share of dumb impulses.”
Bharat: “Those ‘dumb impulses’ are literally the only reason you’re not dead.” Bharat says, laughing to himself. “If I thought for one second you had been an actual threat to my life… I would have taken your head off.”

Ambrose Betamax likely is as dumb as Bharat pretends to be.
Ambrose Betamax: (Wow bharat, good roleplay…I really thought he was that nuts :p)
Bharat: “In case you haven’t noticed. I have not tried to hurt you once, nor your obnoxiously stiff robot. Unlike what you’ve tried to do to me.” The lizards’s eyes narrow and his tail thumbs heavily on the ground. “Why do you suppose that is?”
Melo: “Yeah. Y’see, its comments like THAT that make me far less likely to trust you, and don’t help either one of us with that ‘Getting off on the wrong foot’ part.” It’s hard to tell just where those eyes were looking, considering the glass face mask he wore. “But so far, every single time we’ve interacted, its because YOU’ve fucked up.” Yeah, Melo’s a dick. “And as far as why? Because y’don’t want the city coming down on your head. There’s some spark of smarts in there, I’ll give you that.” Nope, he’s not going to make this easy. But still, he’d not drawn a weapon, at least. “And as for hurting me? Y’fucked up the Epok. Far as I’m concerned, that’s hurting me alright. Y’fuck’n ran the instant y’walked ‘round a corner, when I’m doing what I can to keep y’from harsher punishment, and I wasn’t about to make that mistake a second time.”

Melo adds, “And from what I can tell, you’ve got a bit of an issue controlling yourself. You attacked your own fucking employer’s body guard and killed them, in their fuck’n office.”

Bharat sighs. “You really, really don’t get it, do you?” He says before Melo brings up the body guard. “THAT! WASN’T! ME!” Instantly is gone the… civil demeanor that he’d had, each word punctuated by a stomp into the ground and the revving of the drill at the end of his tail.

Melo found a nerve! That’s a gem to file away for later, but he’s not going to jump on it. What would he gain? “Y’see? You’ve got a temper on yourself. Y’go off and wreck city property. I fuck’n get that you’re making people think D-Bee’s’re nothing more then rampaging monsters. Y’know how fucking hard it is for me to change people’s minds when they see creatures like you doing exactly what they expect them to do?” He’d even be gesturing with his hands at this point. “IF you WERE smart, you’d fucking know better. You’d know what battles to fight and what battles to step back from. So far, I haven’t seen a single good choice from you aside from giving me back my gun.”

Melo swears waaaay too much.
Bharat: “I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR STUPID LITTLE PROBLEMS! I DON’T NEED TO MAKE PEOPLE THINK BETTER OF D-BEE’S! In fact, my life gets a lot easier if they think I’m a big dumb idiot who wrecks stuff!” Bharat says, glaring at the peace keeper. “I have far more important things than living up to some blasted plans for keeping the peace in some thrice damned city where discrimination runs rampant whether or not you’re successful with your pathetic attempts at civilization!”
“I will not be sold into slavery. Whether or not I have to destroy some property to do it. I’ve been there and done that once already and I will break far more than a little sensor array and some speakers before I let it happen again.”

Ambrose Betamax can probably hear all that from the house.

Bharat does have an exceptionally boisterous voice
AJ B. (GM): As you two are speaking you oddly enough hear two very strange sounds echoing through the valley. Someone whistling and the sound of doves in terror.

Ambrose Betamax cant remember if he took his meds today.
AJ B. (GM): (that’s probably not a good thing)
Bharat: (Birds and whistling?)
AJ B. (GM): (yep, sound of a human whistling and birds being terrified)
Ambrose Betamax: (Wll, i am mid med changing and docs office keeps forgetting to call in the authorization. So I have withdrawls now anyways.)
AJ B. (GM): (ouch, Im sorry)
Ambrose Betamax: ( is ok. Just gotta yell at my doctor aome more.

Melo remained quiet for a moment at the lizard’s reply. “Yeah. I get it.” And with that, he’d be getting back up on the sky cycle. “Some folks would just like to watch the world burn. Good luck out here. I’d suggest you not come back to the city.” And that whistling would be picked up, a quick look around to follow, without quite letting the lizard out of his sight. As far as he was concerned, the conversation was over. Strike four; no where does the lizard fit into his plan, or his agenda. And in short order, engines would be revving, loud speaker cut off, though he was still looking for the source of that noise. Birds’re too small for the bike’s radar to pick up, he likely wasn’t even glancing at it.
AJ B. (GM): (people are big enough to pick up on it however yes?)
Melo: (Only if they’re in the air)
AJ B. (GM): (Alright then)
Ambrose Betamax: (Uh oh it is flying monkeys)
AJ B. (GM): Well once you’re up a little ways into the air you spot something odd out a little ways from the pillars, a purple form appears to be walking in a circle and carrying something that’s glinting in the sun quite a bit.

Melo had to mutter a bit, though he’d rise higher, a few quick flicks powering on the bike’s weapon systems. He was gonna make damn good and sure he was out of harms way first, perhaps just over seven hundred feet up, telescopic eyes kicking in to zoom in for a bit clearer of a picture.
AJ B. (GM): A familiar face or more accurately a familiar suit of purple armor greets your zoom, and what appears to be a ground strewn with dead doves, a circle of blood, and Papillion in the middle of it with three doves held tight and mouthing words.
Ambrose Betamax: (I am going to have nightmares about this lol)
Melo: (To GM) rolling 1d100< 68 Principles of Magic check.
= 1 Successes
(From AJ B. (GM)): he’s summoning demon of some kind.

Melo knew a circle when he saw one. This isn’t a good sign, at all. “..What th’ hell?” And honestly, he should do the smart thing and bug out. But this wasn’t good, in any way, shape, or form. He’d easily be seen from below, where Bharat was, moving forward and towards the circle from up high. “Yo, fuckhead, you might want to clear out. Looks like some bad juju is going on.” Would be broadcast on the radio; wide band, short range, omni-directional. Hopefully the lizard had a radio to pick it up with. Too bad he wasn’t nice enough to use the lizard’s name.

Melo would be trying to move within about 1500 ft of the man in a purple suit.
AJ B. (GM): As you spout that he snaps the necks of each bird and drops them into the circle which begins to glow crimson as dark clouds wash in from out of nowhere and form a circle above the man.
Melo: (Also, before we start getting too far into this: Bharat, when is sleep time?)
(I know about 15 minutes ago is normal end time for us)
Bharat: (Uh… bout 45 minutes ago?)
Melo: (Haha. Shall we pick up next week, then? Sleep is important)
AJ B. (GM): (probably not a bad idea, I have to be up at 9 am tomorrow, but its up to you guys.)
Bharat: (I’m cool with that. Wish Melo would have stuck around though. :P I don’t even know if Bharat has a radio yet)
Ambrose Betamax: ( up to you guys :p)
AJ B. (GM): (he hasn’t gone all that far lol think he was using the radio to get past the sound of the bike)

Melo is; he’s about a thousand feet up, and some five hundred feet off from the circle. He has no audio device that would reach the lizard, and can only hope he’s gota radio receiver built into his head.
Zea: (But yeah, I’d say lets call it for this week)
Matt S.: (My vote is call it too)
Ambrose Betamax: (Ok :)
Zea: Today is Thursday, July 23rd, 2015. EXP is about to be given.
AJ B. (GM): exp for past 2 sessions, base of 1k, extra 400 for Ambrose, extra 600 for Bharat, extra 500 for Melo.
Ambrose Betamax: I may have to be reminded, no sheet access
Zea: I will, no worries.
Ambrose Betamax: Thanks!
Matt S.: Whoa what? This is the first time Bharat’s gottent he most Exp! I must be doing something right…
Clearly my bug battles are gold mines
Zea: You did absolutely awesome tonight
Ambrose Betamax: Lol
He did actually
AJ B. (GM): Indeed. and was a kick ass session overall, helluva lot of fun.
Ambrose Betamax: Ambrose is stuck orange lol
Zea: (To GM) rolling 1d100< 42
= 0 Successes
Ambrose Betamax: Booop
AJ B. (GM): Zoom, Zoom, Zoom

Melo is doing the whole zoom-zoom thing, yes.
AJ B. (GM): (alright, everyone here and ready to go?)
Matt S.: (Sure)
Ambrose Betamax: Yuuup
Sooooo what is ambrose up,to other than being ptsd, pink, and kinda giggly? :p
AJ B. (GM): (we left Ambrose off covered in orange goop iirc)
Leah sees this and rolls her eyes “You know for someone obsessed with being fashionable you are really indecisive about your fur color.”
Alright, Melo and Bharat last we left you a man wearing purple armor had killed some doves and summoned a 17 foot tall thing that seems rather irritated to be there.
Ambrose Betamax: “Well I can’t just leave it white, I kept getting stones thrown at me.”
Melo: (Yep. There was summoning)
Bharat: (No, there was the START to a summoning.)

Melo is a bit over a quarter mile away all things considered; 500 ft out, and a thousand feet up, moving at a good clip on the sky cycle, already firing up targeting systems on the agile war machine.
AJ B. (GM): (well technically the instant those birds were sacced it was a successful one, but you’re right I never finished my description there)

Bharat is perturbed and angry and thinks the purple man makes a great target to vent his rage on
AJ B. (GM): A booming voice crackling as if filled with the inferno itself yells out “Qwa kolyz podd ihaf Fogoeyd, Byolyk oxajy, xydaq, ofk ef odd hdopyz xysqyyf?!”
Melo: (To GM) rolling 1d100< 75 to understand
= 0 Successes
Melo: (We are true nerds. We actually translate stuff into other languages)
(From AJ B. (GM)): “Who dares call Naxaiel , scared up, down , and everywhere in between ? !”
Ambrose Betamax: (Lol)
AJ B. (GM): (ok I do believe I’m going to need init from everyone involved in the combat)
Leah looks at Ambrose, “Your tribe is strange, most cultures find white to be the color of good.”
Melo: rolling 1d20+4
= 8
Bharat: rolling 1d20
= 6
Ambrose Betamax: " its a bad omen. There are stories that an albino like me brings about the apocolypse. Also I just got a foreboding feeling about Bharat. Huh. He must have rolled a one somewhere."
Bharat: (In before Bharat earns a backstory as a renowned, but terrible gambler)
AJ B. (GM): (ok do either of you have super hearing?)
Leah shakes her head. “If one Feni can bring about the apocalypse not sure the world deserves to survive”
(To GM): He’d be paying attention alright, though half listening as he switched comm channels on the radio. Training again kicked in: “Melbourne actual, Peace Keeper Melo Craft, badge PK2246D3. I’m about 16 klicks [North West] of the city, and I’ve got a demon that someone summoned. Have not obtained a positive ID yet, but initial assessment points to Papillion Shaiapouf of the city’s [Whatever that division is called].”

Melo does not. At least, nothing that would be any good at his distance, over the roar of the skycycle’s engine and wind; he’s lucky he even caught the demon’s bellow. But that’s a supernatural voice for you.
Bharat: (Nope. Bharat has good smelling though!)
AJ B. (GM): Alright, then all you see is the mans lips move as he seems to talk to the demon.

Ambrose Betamax is now deadpool and breaks fourth walls
AJ B. (GM): The demon laughs though it sounds more like a thousand children screaming in pain. He turns away from the man with a shrug and starts lumbering towards the pillar.
(Melo, you’re up)

Melo simply starts circling; if anything, his circle is growing wider, to give the demon a fair bit of distance as he attempts to lock targeting scanners; in essence, held action / cruising at about 85-90.
AJ B. (GM): (Bharat, you’re up)

Bharat charges for the small, purple man.
Ambrose Betamax: Those purple bastards
AJ B. (GM): (all the way up next to him yeah?)
Bharat: (Ideally, I’d just tackle im to death but yeah)
(To GM): Placement: Now 1700 +/- 50 ft out; 700 ft away, 1k ft up.
AJ B. (GM): Well unfortunately once you hit the edge of the circle of blood you’re stopped and can’t reach him.
The Demon laughs as the tiny lizard runs by him.
The purple man looks at the lizard from within his circle “You may want to concern yourself with bigger issues, nes pa”
Bharat: (You say Tiny but the thing is ONLY barely 6 feet taller)
AJ B. (GM): (It’s a demon, it thinks anything that isn’t bigger then it is tiny)
(Melo, you’re up)

Melo should let the demon tear the lizard up. He really, really should. It’d solve one problem for him. But that hate of demons, the recognition of the threat the demon posed, and just how much of an asset the lizard could be in combat was, when it came right down to it, far more important than his general distrust and dislike of the reptile. A twist of the handles and controls on the bike, a shift of body weight to lean the flying set of engines that kept him aloft, and a squeeze of the trigger would send a pair of invisible energy bursts at the demon. “C’mon buddy. Leave off..”
Melo: rolling 1d20+5 (-1 pending GM call on something)
= 12
(To GM) rolling 1d100< 90 piloting.
= 1 Successes
AJ B. (GM): (Well the demon is distracted so roll damage)
Melo: rolling 6d6
= 19
AJ B. (GM): The blast slams home and singes the demons back, it howls at the sudden pain.
(Bharat you’re up)
Bharat: (Bharat will now wrestle another demon! Lets’ watch folks)
Ambrose Betamax: (Yay!)

Bharat growls and bellows and hisses like an angry crocodile at the man behind the barrier before turning and looking at the demon. “Fine. Demon first.” The great lizard backs up to the field and then runs at the demon, taking a great flying leap at it.
Bharat: rolling 1d20+6
= 7
Melo: (Two in a row man)
Ambrose Betamax: (LOL)
Melo: (Remember I crit failed 2 1d100’s in a row a few games ago)
AJ B. (GM): Bharat leaps attempting to pin the demon and actually sails over its head as he tilts back watching the amazing flying robolizard.
Bharat: (That is Bharat’s Gymnastic name now)
Melo: (The amazing FLYING ROBOLIZARD!)
AJ B. (GM): Papillion yawns and sits down, picking up one of the doves by its wings and making its corpse “dance”
Ambrose Betamax: ( is that the same pink dude from before?)
AJ B. (GM): (yes, it is)
Melo: (YEp!)
AJ B. (GM): (It was requested he get an interesting death and I have little more then that 1 day and his classes to work off of)
The Demon stands still as one of the glowing blue spots on it fades. It seems to have zoned completely out for the moment.
Bharat: (Bharat’s amazing acrobatics do that)

Melo again circles about, leaning with the bike to squeeze off another shot at the otherwise still target as the lizard lept at the monster, only to sail over him. A muttered curse was lost in his helmet before he’d start talking again, unheard as he squeezed off another shot.
Melo: rolling 1d20+5
= 21
AJ B. (GM): The demon does nothing at all. (roll damage)
Melo: rolling 6d6
= 27
Ambrose Betamax: (Well melo has better rolls)
AJ B. (GM): (Bharat is up)

Bharat dusts himself off and tries it again!
Bharat: rolling 1d20+6
= 8
Melo: (Hey, an 8 hits in melee)
AJ B. (GM): (The demon makes no reaction to this so roll the percentage)
Bharat: Knockdown:
rolling 1d100
= 18
(Whoa does that count for both?)
AJ B. (GM): (and that knocks him down dropping him to the bottom of the init and killed two of his actions, and nope it does not
(so roll the next one)
Bharat: (Ok: Pin now)
rolling 1d100
= 29
(And he’s pinned!)
rolling 2d6
= 11
AJ B. (GM): and you now have pinned a 17 foot tall demon who seems to have completely zoned out of the battle and hasn’t even acknowledged whats happened to him
Bharat: (Wow… Dont’ say it like that)
AJ B. (GM): (I just report what is, this demon has completely mentally left the building lol.)
Ambrose Betamax: ( he’s wondering if he left the oven on)
AJ B. (GM): Papillion applauds Bharat and yells “Bravo, excellently done. Encore”

Melo now has an issue: He’s got 1900 lbs of lizard frantically trying to keep a non-moving demon still and steady, and between his laser cannon and his target. He’s a good shot, no doubt about it, but when you have to aim by leaning your weight into a turn? Nope, he said he’d not fire upon the lizard unless he, himself was threatened by him. Hate him or not, because he’s against everything he personally stands for, and has run out of get out of jail free cards or not, he gave his word. He didn’t even know if the summoner had a radio on him or not, but he’d again flip over to wide band as targeting sensors reconfigured to lock on to the smaller man in purple. “What the fuck’re you doing man?! Summoning a god damned DEMON?!”
AJ B. (GM): (Bharat, your action)
(From AJ B. (GM)): no indication he heard you at all.

Ambrose Betamax is totally trying to get laid with leah right now.
Melo: (To GM) rolling 1d100< 90 forgot piloting rolls.
= 0 Successes
Melo: (To GM) rolling 1d100< 90 and the 2nd action.
= 1 Successes
(To GM): also: 92, but still a fail.
Bharat: rolling 1d100
= 92
(He is free!)
AJ B. (GM): (nope, not a new round yet)
Bharat: (OH!)
(Well then!)
Melo: (You still have 1 action + 1 optional auto kick this round, and Melo has one more action)
AJ B. (GM): (though kicking him will keeping him pinned strikes me as difficult)
Bharat: (Uh… can I called shot tail strike his head?)
(With my drill I mean)
Melo: (Knee to the groin! And.. GM’s call on that when trying to keep him grappled)
AJ B. (GM): (hmm, going to say you can but it will shift the percentage for getting free next round)
Bharat: (Ok. Kewl! … Do called shots actually do anything or?)
AJ B. (GM): (double damage on head, can nonlethal other shit)
Melo: (Yeah. 8+ to strike in melee, and actually hit where you called it)
AJ B. (GM): (also I forget does melee take a penalty for called shots like this?)
Bharat: (Well, remember the tail is a whole other limb not burdened by such shenanigans!)
Melo: (Yeah, it does. Called shots in melee are 8+ base to hit, 4+ to hit otherwise)
(Ranged non-called are 8+ to hit, called are 12+ to hit base)
(So.. as long as he doesn’t crit fail, he’d hit)
Bharat: rolling 1d20+6
= 22
AJ B. (GM): (roll damage)
Bharat: (Does that add my strength?)
AJ B. (GM): (yeah)
Bharat: (Is that doubled on a called shot too?)
AJ B. (GM): (total will be doubled at the end of the attack, what is Bharat’s PS number anyways?)
Melo: (32; +17 SDC)
Bharat: rolling 3d6
= 9
(Wow half my full
Melo: (Would be 17 total, I think?)
Bharat: (Not worht the potential miss)
(19 actually)
Melo: (Derp. I misread the 1)
AJ B. (GM): Papillion watches intently, enjoying the show from inside his circle.
Bharat: (Can I yell out like, whenever?)

Ambrose Betamax somehow ends up playing twister with leah, an cheats by changing th colors of his hands and feet to match the circles he needs. Right hand red!
Melo: (To GM) rolling 1d100< 68 Principles of magic check, as needed, to have a good idea that killing the summoner is bad
= 1 Successes

Melo couldn’t trust himself to be able to safely take out the demon with the lizard on top, nor could he, in good conscious or in wisdom kill the summoner, who in theory was the only thing keeping the demon under control. His reaction? Land, a good thousand feet out, nice and safe from just about anything he could think of being tossed at him. He’d still remain on the bike though, even as he drew his rifle.
(From AJ B. (GM)): technically niether good nor bad really, it just means nobody is ordering the demon, so its dependent on which is worse, a demon under Paps control, or one free to do as it wishes.
AJ B. (GM): (yeah, talking is a free action)
(I just have Pap do it on his turn because frankly there isnt much for him to do)
(can do the free kick but it will skew chance of freedom even more)

Bharat bellows out as he’s holding the demon and drilling it’s face it. “YOU CAN BREAK THE CIRCLE FROM THE OUTSIDE OF HIS BARRIER DIPSTICK
Bharat: (Nah, I’m cool)
AJ B. (GM): (alright, then new init, new round, and roll freedom chance)
Bharat: rolling 1d20+5
= 17
Melo: rolling 1d20
= 18
Bharat: rolling 1d100
= 90
AJ B. (GM): (well the demon is no longer pinned)
Bharat: (But he’s still knocked down with a heavy lizard on top!)
AJ B. (GM): yes he is.
(Melo, you’re first)

Melo took his time at this point, lining up that shot good and proper, cross hairs getting a bead on the demon’s skull, thrashing about as it is with the lizard’s tail drilling into it.
AJ B. (GM): (Bharat you’re up)
Bharat: (Hmm… Can I do a LEAPING KICK?)
AJ B. (GM): (yeah)
Melo: (Think you get that by level 5, yeah)
(Yeah, level 5 commando gets all foot strikes; leaping kick eats two actions though)
Melo: (THAT would be difficult)
AJ B. (GM): (not without jumping up first)
Bharat: (Ok, but seriously no)
Ambrose Betamax: (Er isnt thTnjust a stomp?)
That just lol
Melo: (Stomp would be something else entirely. nod)
AJ B. (GM): (a leap kick would involve using the demon as a trampoline first)
(I think that might actually annoy him even more)
Bharat: (Bouncy, bouncy!)
Ambrose Betamax: lol
Bharat: (Lore: Demons and Monsters 61%)
rolling 1d100
= 55
(WOO THAT WAS CLOSE. And even if I hadn’t leveled, it would have just hit)

Bharat feels the demon slip loose from his grasp and looks up at its face. He bellows bloody murder it is and it’s kin for the next ten thousand blackened years, in russian of all languages, and rears back a heavy, be-silvered claw to dig into the monsters flesh. As he does this he realises exactly what he’s just clambered upon. “Oh balls.”
Bharat: (Power Claw Strike: 6d6+10 MDC damage. SDC I guess?)
AJ B. (GM): (roll to strike)
Bharat: rolling 1d20
= 25
Melo: (Sadly, Commando gets shit crit range)
AJ B. (GM): (still is a hit, roll damage)
Bharat: rolling 6d6
= 31
(Ok I guess…)
(Shouldda made a called shot)
AJ B. (GM): Papillion looks a bit worried and picks up a dead dove and throws it at Bharat.
which sails way over his head and gets nowhere near even touching him.

Melo watched as the behemoth flinched as the semi-mechanical lizard tore into it’s chest, breathing even as he slipped into that state of almost zen like combat. And like a trained sniper, true to form, a single pulse of invisible, white hot light escaped the barrel of his rifle.
Melo: rolling 1d20+13
= 21
rolling 3d6*2
= 16
AJ B. (GM): (Bharat you’re up)
(ahh sorry Pap is up, two actions eaten forgot)
He picks up another bird and flings it at Bharat.
This one sailing just barely over Bharats shoulder but still not quite chancing hitting him
(ok Melo you’re up)

Ambrose Betamax wonders whats gonna happen with all this

Melo held his aim steady for now, keeping track of the demon’s head, even if he should be simply using the auto cannons on the bike at this point.. Though their height still likely put them in range of hitting Bharat, what with their lack of up and down movement.
AJ B. (GM): (Bharat, you’re up)
Bharat: (More running away!)

Bharat hops almost straight up and away from the demon he’d just been on top of. There was no need to tempt fate more than it had been today.
AJ B. (GM): (how many feet can you get out of an action?)
(also what is Bharats MDC please?)
Melo: (73 ft / action, 146)
AJ B. (GM): (kk)
(Any particular direction Bharat?)
Bharat: (Around the barrier, if possible!)
AJ B. (GM): (just gonna put you over there since max would be off the map lol)

Melo is so far off the map its not even funny.
AJ B. (GM): Papillion laughs at Bharat as he runs away and yells after him “Ahh poor little tadpole, can’t play with the big boys huh?”
Bharat: “You get your soul stolen and then we’ll talk. But I ain’t letting that happen to me today.”
AJ B. (GM): (Is Bharat looking over his shoulder as he runs or just head on gtfo?)
Bharat: (Of course he’ll look back! If just to see if it’s chasing him)
AJ B. (GM): You watch as the demon flicks a finger out, chanting something and a blue light streaks towards your back. (roll dodge or let it hit you are your two options)
Melo: (You do get auto dodge now)
AJ B. (GM): (ahh, nice, so absolutely no reason not to try and dodge it)
Bharat: (Auto dodge it is!)
rolling 1d20+8
= 19
Melo: (Would only be +7 fer auto dodge; auto dodge’s trade off of not eating an action is it doesn’t get basic dodge bonuses)
Bharat: (Oh. Ok… I didn’t know that!)
Melo: (Yepyep. Only reason I have it listed separately on yer sheet)
AJ B. (GM): 25 MD streaks into your back and you feel as if an arrow has slammed through you, worse yet you feel blood dripping from the hole it left. (need a save vs magic)
Bharat: (Ah, fuck me in the butt with a horny toad)
rolling 1d20
= 10
Melo: (..Gah.)
(At least you get major bonuses to save vs coma and death..?)
Ambrose Betamax: (Lol)
Bharat: (Not to getting my soul stolen)
AJ B. (GM): you feel a strange sensation as if something more then blood is slipping out. you can hear the demon sighing happily. You feel hollow and lackluster as if things only are worth half doing. Aside from that there is no other effect.
Bharat: (Well, we wasted a lot of time on Bharat)
AJ B. (GM): (what’s really weird, is this isn’t me screwing with shit, this is what the book says the loss of a soul does)
Bharat: (Wait, there’s no penalty? Just a mood shift?)
AJ B. (GM): (you’ll live for a while, even if he eats it you’ll live 5 to 7 years afterwards)
(you get no save vs any form of possession while lacking a soul)
Ambrose Betamax: (Bharatsmsoul got eaten?)
Bharat: (But can I get it back?)
AJ B. (GM): (litterally anything that wants to take over your body can, and you get to play passenger to your own life. and yes you can)
(Melo, you’re up)
Bharat: (Does it involve killing the demon?)
AJ B. (GM): (that has a chance of giving it back, if a low one)
Bharat: (So we make a deal)

Melo at first had no idea just how fast the massive hulk of the demon could move. He knew just how fast Bharat could book it though at a dead sprint (At least, he had an idea). That lance of blue light however was somewhat disconcerting, but it didn’t stop him from squeezing the trigger again between heart beats, lance of heat again drilling right into the demon’s skull from a thousand feet off.
Melo: rolling 1d20+13
= 33
rolling 3d6*2 plus whatever.
= 14
AJ B. (GM): (theres that, theres other ways too. though you’ll have to track them down since your lore roll wasn’t high enough to have that knowledge)
(Bharat, you’re up)

Ambrose Betamax feels cold for a moment. Oh dear. Poor bharat.)
Ambrose Betamax: (Its ok tho. Ambrose has been possessed lotsa times.)

Bharat slows to a stop as he tries to adjust to not having a soul. It was… still rather infuriating. But that kind of infuriating where it doesn’t really matter a lot. He looks at the purple man inside the shield. “I guess I should find out what breaking your circle does. With no soul… I ain’t got much to lose now.” The lizard walks over to the edge of the circle and digs his clawed toes into it.
AJ B. (GM): The Demon giggles insanely “YESSS destroy the circle”
Ambrose Betamax: (Uh oh.)

Bharat stops immediately
AJ B. (GM): Papillion smiles “Yes leave that alone, its very important.”
Bharat: Bharat thinks for a moment before getting a half-hearted… but very evil smile on his face. “This is the only thing protecting you from him… Or it’s how you keep him in control… And if I break it he’s free…” He looks over at the demon. “You can’t touch it… But I’m right, right?”
“Wanna make a deal?”
AJ B. (GM): The demon shrugs, “Maybe in a moment.” He turns towards Melo, taps his sword while chanting and suddenly around him 10 swords are now hovering and circling around him.
(Melo you’re up)
Ambrose Betamax: (Lol he’s so nonchalant about your soul. Like…eeeeeeh maybe. If I feel like it

Melo is a target. That doesn’t sit well with him at all. He saw those swords spring into existence through his scope, other eye feeding him a good view of the demon’s sadistic grin. Nope, momma didn’t raise no fool. A quick flick of his foot would have set those idle engines roaring to life; within seconds, he was airborne, rifle back in it’s sure-grip™ holster, and he’d just as soon be turning tail to flee. He was a single man against a massive demon. He’s going to need to pull range if he wants to win.
AJ B. (GM): (Bharat, your turn)

Bharat offers to make a deal again, but at the cost of keeping the stupid human out there alive
AJ B. (GM): The demon chuckles, “if I wanted him dead he’d already be so, so would you for that matter”
(any physical actions Bharat?)
Bharat: (Nope) Bharat: “That includes leaving his soul where it is.”
AJ B. (GM): Papillion yells out “I told you to kill everything in this area, now do as I SAY!”
The demon chants some more this time crossing its arms over it’s chest as for a moment its encased in a reddish glow. before telling Bharat “Doesn’t sound favorable to me.”
(Melo you’re up)

Bharat looks at Papillion. “… How does almost a whole city of people sound to you?”

Melo is flying at this point, rather quickly, and very likely radioing in for some backup. Or rather, to find out when and where his backup is, because this isn’t something he’ll win on his own. Sure, it might take a moment to get up to full speed on that bike, but he’s not about to waste any time in getting there. Within moments, he’s already a thousand feet up and rising, another thousand or so feet of distance put between him and the demon, and that was very, very rapidly growing.
AJ B. (GM): (it’s been what, 30 seconds since that radio?)

Bharat add. “Plus this chuckle-fuck.”
AJ B. (GM): (short of asking mages to teleport them I think you may be waiting a while)
Melo: (Yeah; 25-30. He never did get an initial reply)
(Yeah, true. Change that to ‘report that he’s not going to take this on alone and he’ll need back up’)
AJ B. (GM): (bharat you’re up)
The demon shrugs and says “Sorry Little scaled one, but I like to negotiate in a relaxed environment and I don’t think your friend is planning to give me that any time soon.”
Ambrose Betamax: (I think he likes you.)

Bharat quirks his non-robotic eye. “Which friend? Chuckle-fuck or, as I like to think of him: Man-with-head-up-ass who can’t see the big picture? Cause neither of them are my friends.”
AJ B. (GM): “The one on the bike, who keeps shooting me.”
(any physical actions Bharat?)
Ambrose Betamax: (Ambrose is your frand)
Bharat: (I can’t think of any… The demon is way more than Bharat can do… I don’t even know if they’re vulnerable to silver or anything)
AJ B. (GM): (ehh your success was enough for me to tell you the silver isnt doing any extra damage)
(you made it bleed with drill and claws and the lasers did hurt it, but if it dies theres only about a 10% chance you get your soul back)
Bharat: (Balls)

Bharat starts running, pouring on the speed.
Bharat: (Like, using my double run quick)
Melo: (146 ft / action)
AJ B. (GM): The demon raises it’s hand and looks like its about to snap its fingers as it begins muttering words again.
(Bharat, Im guessing running towards Melo?)

Bharat yells over his shoulder. “Call it off or else!”
Bharat: (Whichever way is fastest away from the demon)
AJ B. (GM): (mmm that’d likely be north.) so guess you’re going that way.
The Demon continues it’s muttering and holding it’s stance
Bharat: (he’s yelling at pap)
AJ B. (GM): (kinda figured Pap is a bit unresponsive atm)
(and you have one more action left this round should you wish it)
AJ B. (GM): (I should point out that if it actually was listening it’d have killed you instead of stealing your soul then turning to Melo)
Bharat: (Good point! Turn around then)
AJ B. (GM): (alright, next init then)
(roll em)
Melo: rolling 1d20+4
= 19
Bharat: rolling 1d20
= 10
AJ B. (GM): (Alright Melo you got first)
Ambrose Betamax: (Boop)

Melo kept that bike’s engine damn near red lining, thrust holding him into his seat, wind whipping around as hands flipped and fiddled with the controls of the bike’s weapon systems. Another quick relock of targets, abit of a twist, the soft ‘beeeep’ of an established lock would see that laser fired.. Well, not exactly see, considering it’s an invisible beam of light, but you catch his drift. Granted, at a touch over three and a half thousand feet out, he was pushing the weapon’s range pretty heavily, and he still had to lean a bit into it that circle to get the shot.
Melo: rolling 1d20+5
= 11
(To GM) rolling 1d200>92 piloting.
= 0 Successes
AJ B. (GM): The Demon doesn’t move or stop its chanting or show any reaction. (roll damage)
(To GM): < , not >.
Melo: rolling 6d6
= 21
AJ B. (GM): The demon shows no reaction to the shot at all, but a second or two later it finishes its chanting and is now standing 10 ft from Melo those dangerous blades still circling it. “Hi Bike Man”

Melo is moving at about 300 mph, give or take at this point. There is zero time to react on his part. He’ll either A) be gone nigh instantly, or B) be connecting. Hard.
AJ B. (GM): (Bharat, your action)

Bharat glares at Papillion. “Unsummon it now or I let your little secret out and we’re all dead!”
Bharat: (Bharat whipers this)
AJ B. (GM): (brb need to track down my cat)
(back, cat is in now)
Bharat: (My cat is pregnant)
AJ B. (GM): Papillion giggles maniacally “You don’t get it do you. It’s too late, we’re all going to die anyhow, and theres nothing anyone can do about it.”
At this point the demons slams into the ground having failed to recognize gravity or the issues with teleporting into the air.

Melo didn’t even have time to react to the demon materializing beside him. One second, he was leaning in to take another shot, the next second the targeting computer was giving him the error of having lost its lock entirely, though radar was quickly screaming about having lost nearly half of it’s detectable range for a moment as he sped along. Another second ticked by, that bike racing away from the massive demon, the speed of thought becoming ‘react, do not act’, pushing the throttle forward a bit more.

Bharat looks at the man. “What are you talking about?”
(To GM): 1500 ft covered, plus 1k height dif, ~1800 ft between them.
AJ B. (GM): (Bharat, you’re up)
Bharat: (I’m talking to the crazy man!)
AJ B. (GM): Papillion laughs “He’s out of control, he’ll leave when he wants and that won’t be until we’re ALLLLL DEAD D+E+D DED” he giggles some more.

Bharat sighs and resists the urge to go in and slap the man. Not a hard thing to do. "How do we kill it then?

Melo is good. His reaction times are great for a human. He’s got nothing on a juicer or a quick-flex, or many other non-humans, but for a human? He’s quick. That bike would scream through the air for another 1700 or so feet before he’d list to the side, thrusters firing to push him into a wide circle around the demon, targeting computer again struggling to get a lock as the turret some feet away spun about.
AJ B. (GM): The madman giggles some more “Kill it? you want to kill it. Even if you hurt it enough it’ll just go back to hell, and take any prizes it gained with it.”

Bharat shrugs. “Ain
Bharat: ’t got much choice. Help or die at this point.”
AJ B. (GM): The Madman grins at you. “I’ve made my choice. I wish you good luck in yours.”
Bharat: (Ok, Bharat’s just gonna take off his head then)
(Cause there ain’t no way the demon doesn’t already know it’s free)
Ambrose Betamax: (Kilt by his own demon O.o
Bharat: (Killed by Bharat)
(Then we all die)
AJ B. (GM): (Melo, is your action atm)

Melo is already moving to circle, engine raging behind him, exhaust of super heated air glowing red hot behind him; a dip and roll of the bike, and hopefully a positive ‘beeep’ would give him that lock, a half second more lean to guess where the falling demon will be, and then a squeeze.
Melo: rolling 1d20+5
= 17
AJ B. (GM): (roll damage)
(its hard to dodge in mid air
Melo: rolling 6d6
= 30
(..Mm. Math. So much lovely math and simple geometry)
AJ B. (GM): (Bharat?)
Ambrose Betamax: Lol
Bharat: (I guess Bharat charges the demon… from miles away)
Melo: (Could also go back to trying to break his circle)
Bharat: (The circle is already broken!)
Melo: (Gotta eat up 50% of it to shut it down though)
(Wait does that get gid of the demon?)
AJ B. (GM): (nope, just stops him from summoning more)
Melo: (One very good way to find out..! Aww)
Bharat: (He wouldn’t summon more would he?
AJ B. (GM): (he’s not kidding it really is already broken)
(he’d need more doves)
Bharat: He’s not that Dumb is he?)
Melo: (Oh. Neat.)
Bharat: (… Could Bharat stand in as a sacrifice?)
AJ B. (GM): (and yes he is, the solution to this is obviously summon a bigger demon that can kill this one)
(and nope, has to specifically be 3 doves for a greater demon)
Bharat: (Balls)
(This would be a good time to discover Bharat can turn into a bunch of doves)
AJ B. (GM): (roflmao, so many kinds of no)

Ambrose Betamax counts as an animal sacrifice
Bharat: (Wouldn’t bharat too technicall?)
(But the only thing to do is fight. Or… run I guess)
AJ B. (GM): (yes and there is something he could summon with the right materials and Bharat)
Bharat: (Would it help right now?)
Ambrose Betamax: ( too bad ambrose is at home with leah playing hide the antler)
AJ B. (GM): (do not think a gargoyle or sub demon will help this situation)
Melo: (..Oh god)
(…hide the ANTLER?!)
Bharat: (If I were Bharat I’d feel insulted)
AJ B. (GM): (but with some mud and Bharat he could summon one of those. well technically they require a lizard as the sacrifice)
Bharat: (Well then. Death falls upon the world this day)
AJ B. (GM): (so any action or what?)
(now that we’ve stalled this combat for a while lol)

Ambrose Betamax can hide his antler in uh…ad an action right?
Melo: (Apparently, I blew out my tea bag when adding water to my cup. Mmm.. tea leaves..)
AJ B. (GM): (ahh missed that)
Papillion does nothing for now but wait
Melo: (Hold)
(Demon’s up)
AJ B. (GM): Demon begins chanting again, holding those fingers up ready to snap
Melo: (Bharat keep charging? Will be ~2 full rounds to get there)
(Correction: 3 rounds + 1 action)
(Demon is ~3,600 ft out)
(To GM) rolling 4d20+20
= 49
Bharat: (Yes he will. Nothing else to do.. I never finished my sheet to have guns. DX)
AJ B. (GM): Papillion stares intently at the dead dove he threw earlier.

Melo took another pot shot at the demon, by now likely having circled behind the chanting menace.
Melo: rolling 1d20+5
= 12
rolling 6d6
= 21
AJ B. (GM): He continues his chant oblivious to the shot
Melo: (Demon is the only one with actions left if Bharat is charging non stop)
AJ B. (GM): He finishes his chant and snaps his finger and this time he appears on the back of the sky cycle the claws on his feed loudly scraping as they dig in. the back fin slamming his back but also keeping him in place. “Land Asshole.”
Melo: (GM call on teleport vs impact vs physics vs oh shit the engine just got ripped out from the back of the bike)
AJ B. (GM): (engine didn’t get fully ripped out but its not flying at top speed anymore, and believe me he felt that slam.)
Bharat: (Bharat can also activate his double speed so he can get there faster)
AJ B. (GM): (now if he can just get 1000 ft in the air)
Melo: (Yeah, at double speed, will still take 3 full rounds and then some to get there)
(New round, me thinks?)
AJ B. (GM): (yep)
Melo: rolling 1d20
= 23
Bharat: (BALLS 1000 FEET?)
AJ B. (GM): (he’s the one who flew the bike up there lol)
Bharat: rolling 1d20
= 9

Melo is a thousand feet up, and now about a full mile away from Bharat’s starting point.
Ambrose Betamax: (Lol…ballllllls)
Bharat: (Bharat continues to be useless)
Ambrose Betamax: (So does ambrose :p)
AJ B. (GM): (Well Melo you have the first up, and currently theres a demon riding behind you a mess of blades circling above your head, and a somewhat damaged engine under you)
Bharat: (Yes… But Bharat could be usful if he had a gun. DX)
Melo: (…Oh what to do..)
Bharat: ( Id did give you and idea!)
AJ B. (GM): (The DnD answer is jump and hope for a low fall damage roll lol)
Bharat: (I told him to charge at Bharat and We wedge him between gravity and a drill tail!)

Melo is, to put it lightly, screwed. His bike lurched hard at the sudden impact of the demon’s weight, the machine’s main engine screaming and sputtering. He can rage about it later (And rage he would! You do not fuck with this man’s machines!). For now? Now he had to act. This was foolish, to be sure, the last time he tried something like this, he damn near drove the APC off a cliff. But this? This was facing certain death, and perhaps even more. His response? “Bipn Abb.” And a sacrifice he’ll regret later, if he lives to regret it: His rifle was in his hand, an instant flick of a thumb switch, and what might as well have been a stream of laser fire would be used to cut off the rest of the bike’s main engine, and by virtue, the demon.
AJ B. (GM): (seeing as the demons behind him he’d have to charge in reverse or impale himself for that plan)
Melo: (Double tap, burst fire, sharpshooter at point blank range. GM call on rolls.)
Bharat: (You hush)
AJ B. (GM): (aiming at the bike? that’d be an autohit, roll damage)
Melo: rolling 12d6*2
= 76
(To cut off the engine, mind you)
(Or rather, whatever part the demon is clinging to)
(And hope to fucking god the thing can still fly)
Ambrose Betamax: (Lol glide it into a landing)
Melo: (We’re confirming due to miss-understanding on my part.)
(Ret con after clarification; I had misunderstood how damaged the bike was and demon’s placement. I suck)
(To GM) rolling 1d100< 92 just to keep control after the impact.
= 1 Successes

Melo instead, he’d try and pull a true action hero: Land? He can do that. His body would tense, and a quick and rough jerk of the handle bars on the bike would send the mechanical monster into a short spin, upside down, angling at the ground. He’s seriously, majorly fucked if this doesn’t work. O’corse, the “Bipn Abb” would still be there, however. Now, there’s some fun facts here: The demon is 17 ft tall. The bike itself? It’s only 10 ft tall. The demon is sitting on the highest point of it possible. This puts him about 8-10 ft taller than the bike. That’s plenty of room to react, right? Hitting the ground, head first, at what was likely 200+ when he attempted to pull up had to hurt. Oh for the love of god, let this roll be good.
Melo: rolling 1d100< 92 Tricks! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.
= 1 Successes
(~500 ft covered, with a bike screaming towards the ground at a very, very sharp angle)
AJ B. (GM): (Melo, you have autododge right?)
Melo: (Yeah)
AJ B. (GM): (need to know where Melo is looking atm)
(I’d guess where he’s going, but I try not to assume lol)

Melo when it comes right down to it, is looking at the ground. At the speeds he’s moving, and what he has planned, he can’t do anything to distract himself.
Ambrose Betamax: (Lol ambrose could distract him)
AJ B. (GM): The swords form into a buzzsaw all of their hilts connecting and spinning much more rapidly, they then swerve behind the demon coming up and slamming 100 MD through Melo’s arm right below the elbow, removing it completely.
The swords vanish as soon as they slice through so thats something at least.
Bharat: (Roll for magic resist)
Ambrose Betamax: (Holy crap)
Melo: rolling 1d20+1
= 10
AJ B. (GM): And Melo’s soul slips out through the wound and he hears snickering behind him as his desire to do things wanes some, though not enough to prevent him from continuing his plan.
Ambrose Betamax: (Shit, our party is having a shit day)

Melo didn’t have time to react. The first impact would cut into his armor, then the next, the next, and the next, but by the time the third blade cut through, his arm had been yanked from the controls. It really wasn’t even the fact that his soul was sucked out that impact. The pain? That didn’t hurt too much. And it wouldn’t hurt for too long. That was shock talking, and with only one limb, he wasn’t going to be able to react fast enough. That bike was going right into the dirt.
Melo: (I think Ambrose gets himself a kill bot)
Ambrose Betamax: (Oh man is melo gonna make it?)
Melo: (I… really, don’t think he would, just by virtue of physics)
AJ B. (GM): The demon places a hand on the control thats now missing one. “I could flip us back upright if you want.”
Melo: rolling 1d100< 92 -applicable penalties for his plan + shock
= 0 Successes
Ambrose Betamax: (Oh dear)
Melo: (That.. kinda.. hurts)
(To GM) rolling 3d4*10+30 crash landing damage; GM’s call.
= 100
Ambrose Betamax: Dun die melo, Ambrose neeeeeds you)
Melo: (To GM) rolling 5d6 SDC from impact.
= 15
Melo: (To GM) rolling 1d20+13 for roll with impact, if applicable; would cut SDC down to 4 and MDC to body armor to 50
= 17
Bharat: I gotta go to bed guys
Melo: (Sleep well!)
(Good stopping point fer now me thinks)
Bharat: ( I feel sick and I’ve been trying to stay up to finish this)
Ambrose Betamax: ( such cliffhanger much sad ambrose)
AJ B. (GM): (yeah, it’ll give me time to figure things out some)
Melo: (Ack!)
(Get well soon, yeah?)
AJ B. (GM): (go rest, sleep well and feel better)
Bharat: (it’s ok, really… only a 100
fever and some shakes that are getting worse now.)
Melo: (ACK! Drink lots of fluids and get to bed)
Bharat: The only thing I have is water. I’m craving juice.
Night guys
Ambrose Betamax: :(
AJ B. (GM): night man
Ambrose Betamax: Night :) aaaagh cliffhanger
Zea: (To GM) rolling 20d6 Could also go with this; a 200 mph cycle crash.
= 64
Zea: (To GM) rolling 1d100 and the lucky fall table..
= 26
(To GM): yep, full damage

Ambrose Betamax boops
AJ B. (GM): Boom
Leah looks at an orange Ambrose. “So what do you think Melo meant about if something happens to him?”
Ambrose Betamax: .me wonders out loud. “I dunno. I don’t think he was doing anything other than like, shopping or something right?”
AJ B. (GM): “I dunno, something about taking the time to say that, does he normally say that before he goes shopping?”
Ambrose Betamax: “No. Maybe he got lost?”
AJ B. (GM): Leah sighs “Ambrose do you think he would ask you to take care of vault if whatever he thought might happen would be as temporary as being lost?”
Ambrose Betamax: “…maybe not. Should we go look for him?”
AJ B. (GM): “Possibly, though first you might want to get cleaned up, unless orange is your preferred color today.”

Ambrose Betamax opts to clean, and takes a shower….bringing leah with him :P
Ambrose Betamax: (ambrose can’t really imagine anything bad happen to melo)
AJ B. (GM): Afterwards Leah leads Ambrose into the room. “Better dress to the nines today. No telling what we’re going to find.”

Ambrose Betamax does as he’s told. melo is gonna facepalm when he finds out going to save him was Leah’s idea.
AJ B. (GM): (need a wardrobe and grooming roll Ambrose)
Ambrose Betamax: (just a sec looking for my sheet)
rolling 1d100
= 8
(I havent done my leveling, but it’s at 81 percent as it stands)
AJ B. (GM): Damn, Ambrose manages flawless fashion today and Leah nods her approval before whispering in his ear.

Ambrose Betamax is gonna be a hero in stylllle
Ambrose Betamax: (such perv much ambrose)
AJ B. (GM): Leah then grabs his hand and rushes them out of the house before her willpower wanes. “Alright, now how do we find him?”

Ambrose Betamax Probably looks a lot like an albino deer wearing an even more awesome version of the lonely hearts club band uniforms the beatles had."

Ambrose Betamax decides vault is probably around and just shouts. “HEY VAULT DO YOU KNOW WHERE MELO IS?! WANNA COME WITH US TO SEE WHAT’S UP?”
Ambrose Betamax: (he flynt, we need to figure out what you want your doodle to be later :P)

Vault is simply on patrol. Upon being called out to by the deer, he’d approach easily enough. “Negative Ambrose. The Commander did not inform me of his intentions upon leaving the premises. He has, however radioed in a demon sighting outside of the city limits. Radio traffic indicates the city is preparing to render assistance. He has not requested that I break from my currently assigned tasks to render assistance.”
Ambrose Betamax: “can I request that you join us in rendering assistance?”
“You know you want to. Just look at how stylish I am, clearly I know what I’m doing.”

Vault held his position for several long moments before responding. “The Commander is not presently responding to my attempts at communication.” In most people’s cases, this would be cause for alarm in the tone of one’s voice. In Vault’s case, it was spoken in that flat, robotic tone he spoke everything in, devoid of emotion or inflection. “Current authorizations do not grant you override level command functions.” Another factual statement. “However, current protocols dictate recovery of the Commander’s body in the event that no radio silence orders have been enacted and no signal is received over either standard or secure frequencies.”
Ambrose Betamax: So you’re gonna come help? cool!

Ambrose Betamax quickly(and with some heroic looking style and general panache and flair) spins about and starts walking with everyone. Looks kinda like the beginning of that band of brothers series.
AJ B. (GM): Leah looks over at you guys as you walk. "Umm Ambrose, are you gonna be able to get us through the gate?

Vault is a paragon of efficiency in many respects. His pace was brisk, but at least he wasn’t bolting, based purely upon Ambrose’s request for accompaniment.

Ambrose Betamax pulls out his magic skewer. “hmmmm. yes >:3 They’ll let us out or lose a gate.”
Ambrose Betamax: “or we could just run past yelling BEEES
AJ B. (GM): Leah grins “Excellent.” and picks up her pace a bit. As you reach the gate it is abuzz with activity as tanks and other military vehicles are driven out through it. A couple MPs standing guard a little ways down the road between you and the military activity.
Leah looks at you “I think we should make BEES plan Q”

Ambrose Betamax dramatically runs up to the nearest guy who looks confident enough to be in charge.

Vault follows, as programing dictates.
Ambrose Betamax: “WITH MY SKEWER
AJ B. (GM): He points his rifle at you. “No D-bee may leave the city at this time.”
“Particularly crazed D-bees that believe a skewer is a match for a demon.”

Ambrose Betamax points at vault. ’he can explain why this is an exception."

Ambrose Betamax then whistles his skewer into floating in the air about 3 inches from the guards face.. Glowing hot."
Ambrose Betamax: “it’s a very high tech skewer.”
AJ B. (GM): (need you to make a skill roll)
Vault: (What DOES whistle fall under, anyways?)
AJ B. (GM): (something music related or honestly I don’t remember what I went with for this last time)

Ambrose Betamax has been out of action for long enough to be kind of having a high right now lol
Ambrose Betamax: (I thought that he’d have learned to use it reasonably well by now)
(I suppose sing?)
AJ B. (GM): (he has some competency with it, and yeah sing with a +15%)
Ambrose Betamax: (But it’s really just whistling once right?
rolling 1d100
= 7
(not a problem :P)
AJ B. (GM): (but that thing is very fucking fickle)
The skewer does exactly as you command however the guard’s rifle now hums to life. “You will sheathe your weapon or you will be eliminated.”

Ambrose Betamax sheathes it. “Just saying. We can take a demon.”
Ambrose Betamax: “We hunted that Bunyip for the nobles party that one time. I wasn’t, you know, thrilled about it but”
AJ B. (GM): “Law is Law, we can not permit any non military D-bee to leave the city.”
Vault: “Ambrose, it is suggested that you comply with the guard’s request.” He made no attempt to grab hold of the floating weapon, however.
Ambrose Betamax: (I did sheathe it)
Vault: (Slow

Ambrose Betamax wonders if the fact that he is associated with Melo will help. “but we’re Melo’s teeeeeam!”
Ambrose Betamax: “Vault, can you tell him?”
“he’s stopping you from doing what you’re supposed tooo”\
Vault: “As requested, Ambrose is requesting exception to current laws to render assistance to Commander Melo Craft, badge PK2246D3. Current protocols require recovery of the Commander or recovery of his body in the event that radio silence is not broken after multiple attempts to contact on both secure and unsecured channels when no radio silence order has been given.”
Ambrose Betamax: “See?”
Vault: [require rendering assistance to the commander or…]*
Ambrose Betamax: “And whoa hey, body? nonono he can’t die.”
AJ B. (GM): “Unfortunately the only exception to that law are those D-bees who are military and therefore can be guaranteed to return/are not placed on the block.”
Ambrose Betamax: “vault. What should we do now? I’m not about just sit here if Melo is in trouble.”
Vault: “Acknowledged.” And then he’d actually turn his head to Ambrose. “Your request for exemption has been denied. It is suggested that you return home and avoid interfering with city affairs.” Well, he’s an emotionless droid. Polite, but still, emotionless. “As information becomes available, I will advise.” And then back to the guard, “In accordance with NEMA protocols, I will escort unauthorized personnel to a safe distance and then resume my duties.” And with that, he’d turn, grab Ambrose’s shoulder (Gently) and attempt to guide him at least 500 ft from the gate.

Vault is military hardware. NEMA or not, the guard is part of city military and just advised that the deer isn’t authorized to leave city limits.

Ambrose Betamax does as he’s told, but hatches a plan to get out of the gate. He can disguise himself veeery well.
AJ B. (GM): Leah trails behind them turning over her shoulder to stick her tongue out at the MP

Vault again states the ‘It is requested that you return to base’ spheel, before he too would turn and simply walk out the gate, unless otherwise stopped. He has his protocols to follow.

Ambrose Betamax , at about 500 feet, ducks behind a building and disquises himself as a generic solder. yay ectoplasm! “yeah ok, you distract em and I’ll sneak out all sneaky like.”

Ambrose Betamax wonders if leah will have a way to join them.
AJ B. (GM): The guards make no attempt to stop the deathbot having recognized him and acknowledged he is not a D-bee.
(To GM): Your call on Vault’s speed vs seeing Ambrose stop and do stuff; he most likely would have given orders and then left without hesitation.
Ambrose Betamax: (is the gate actually open btw? it’s just guards in the way?)
(From AJ B. (GM)): wouldn’t have seen or heard that.
AJ B. (GM): (yep gate is open as they move tanks and APCs through it)
(it’d take too long to shut and open it for each one.)

Ambrose Betamax finishes his ectoplasming, and asks Leah to stay safe, looking worried now that all this army stuff is going on. nothing is gonna stop him getting through that gate. He rounds the corner and Heads for one of the tanks or APC’s to jump/sit on as it goes through, hopefully avoiding notice by that one guard he’d spoken to.
AJ B. (GM): (need a disguise roll)
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 1d100
= 45
(It’s 56)

Ambrose Betamax feels like a hero!
AJ B. (GM): Theres a section that’s loading soldiers into the APCs that one of the MPs waves you off to yelling a quick “You’re running late soldier.” but giving no more reprimand then that. you do notice none of the soldiers are on the vehicles and all are in them.

Melo would find it heartwarming, if he knew, and infuriating at the same time.

Ambrose Betamax gets in one then.
AJ B. (GM): Leah watches Ambrose and contemplates the best method for getting out of here. She dashes off with her own “ingenious” plan.
Ambrose Betamax: (uh-oh.)
(Normally it’s ambrose people facepalm over lol)
AJ B. (GM): (Alright at this point we kinda have to wait for Jacior as this would be well after the end of that combat. you ok with that Piko?)
Ambrose Betamax: (sure)
(what do we do for now then?)
Vault: (No idea. nod)
Ambrose Betamax: (Ambrose is singing “here I come to save the day” in his head
Vault: (I’m listening to viking metal)
Ambrose Betamax: (well, Flynt was working on a new character, and even if we save melo, he’ll be out of any fights for a while. Should we do something with him?
Vault: (We’re holding off on that, because even his introduction is contingent on how things go)
Ambrose Betamax: (hmm.)

Quazil is likely singing in a bar somewhere.
AJ B. (GM): (yeah, sucks but sometimes plotlines get a bit knotted up like this.)

Quazil might also be somewhere else entirely.

Ambrose Betamax is wondering what we can do. He is Really into the game today. New meds are really helping him focus!
AJ B. (GM): (awesome, well since its a slow ride in an apc, guess I can do some interaction with the soldiers in the apc.)
One of the guys sitting across from you seems to be studying you carefully. but through his helmet it’s hard to tell what his expression might be.

Ambrose Betamax asks him if there’s something in his teeth and grins.
AJ B. (GM): The man chuckles and shakes his head. “No, but I’d swear I know you. Didn’t we go through basic together?”
Ambrose Betamax: “Maybe. Is your name Dave? I knew a Dave. He had the best poker face. you could poke it all day.”

Melo would again make a ’don’t ask, don’t tell’ joke here. But he’s not there.
Ambrose Betamax: (if ambrose gets caught, he’s not gonna let anyone stop him. He’s been through too much and is frankly a little nuts right now, and he emotionally needs to be doing this. If it came down to it, He’d likely kill a lot of soldiers if he had to to reach Melo.

Melo hopefully will have taught the deer at least enough to help him figure out some military background and etiquette.
Ambrose Betamax: (man, are we about to hit the climax of this story arc? The vampires are playing such second fiddle right now :P)
AJ B. (GM): The man shakes his head, and groans at the bad joke. "Now I remember you, You’re Kirk “Groaner” Johnson aren’t you?"
(its daylight whatdya want from them? lol)

Ambrose Betamax grins more. “yup.” (Ambrose is seriously considering Poking this guys helmet for good measure.)
Ambrose Betamax: “wait. People call me groaner? That’s like, the lamest name ever. Can I be like, Kirk the amazing racquetball player or something like that? groan”
AJ B. (GM): “Hey if you didn’t want the name you probably should’ve gotten some better material. Could be worse though, you remember what we called the drill sergeant back then?”
Ambrose Betamax: (lol uh-oh)
“Wasn’t he the Penile Delinquint? I knew someone was. And then he gave someone some disease and became the Burning Sensation, right?”
Melo: (-almost- got me to do a spit take there)
Ambrose Betamax: (heehee)
AJ B. (GM): The guy seems to roll his eyes. “No that was Gilligan Garm, I think. Close though, Sarge was Ram Rod.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Oh yeeeeeaaaaah…man, I’d forgotten what a bunch of pervs we are.”
AJ B. (GM): “Hey not our fault, when Salty Selene Serene was heading things up.”
Ambrose Betamax: "Ooh, I think this was before your time, but there was this girl, the Nurse. uuuh what was her name….Ah! Sharon “Garrison” Valerie. She was even worse. She made you wanna get injuries for the…healing,"
(Sharon Garrison, army nurse haha)
(up there with General Electric and Corporal Punishment)
AJ B. (GM): “Damn, yeah must’ve missed her. how many times did you and Selene end up going through basic anyhow? I know the guys missed you both at first graduation.”
Ambrose Betamax: “got transferred to D-Bee relations ahead of schedule. You know, THOSE guys. I guess they saw something they liked. I’m just here as an observer, but hey, can’t blame a guy for wanting some action too.”

Ambrose Betamax is an expert bullshitter
AJ B. (GM): “Wow, and I thought for sure after asking sarge if they measured the stick before inserting it you’d be in basic for life.”
Ambrose Betamax: “They liked my humor I guess. Was good at relieving tensions. Especially nowadays with all this stuff going on. A bad joke can go a long way.”
“also, my partner in the field was a girl with a transparent skull. Was really freaky. had great taste in hats though.”
AJ B. (GM): “Wow, sounds like you’ve done well for yourself. guessing you’re here to rangle M-squad if one of the freaks tries to bail then?”
Ambrose Betamax: (I am kind of enjoying just making up whole branches of the military lol)
“Naw, they won’t bail. they’re good guys. I swear everybody is so judgemental. when you work with em for a while you get past all that crap. I’m just an advisor. Sometimes they need special accomodations and stuff. Spent weeks last year putting together a suit so this one guy who breathed ammonia could, you know, not die.”
“He tried to get his daughter to marry me. I don’t think it could ever work though. I’m a soldier, I’m never home, she breathes ammonia and has like four genders…”
(lol I’m being such a dick to aj)
Melo: (Be careful, lets it bite you!)
AJ B. (GM): His tone is now baffled “Four genders?”
Ambrose Betamax: “yeah. the species has like 15. A marriage is more like…well it’s like a jigsaw puzzle ha. They had me look at biology books. Turns out they’re like histamines. We get a cold, they get a baby.”
“Don’t sneeze at the wedding.”
AJ B. (GM): He just shakes his head. “and this is exactly why so many are concerned, a species like that could easily become the dominant on the planet if they found a way to change the atmosphere.”
Ambrose Betamax: “meh. for every bad guy that would do something like that, there’s 30 or 40 just trying to live a decent life. And a few heroes too.”

Ambrose Betamax is totally pushing melo’s D-bee equality agenda lol
AJ B. (GM): The man seems to think for a while. before responding. “Then why is it so hard to get them into the military. The M-squad only has 15 freaks in it, yet I know theres far more in the quarter.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Would you want to fight for a city that wants to sell you as a slave?”
AJ B. (GM): “I suppose not, but better then the alternative of no city at all right?”
Ambrose Betamax: “maybe. But it’s not like we make it easy for them to join either. Saw a guy being stopped just at the gate back there. Just wanted to help fight the demon. Nope, they just threw him out.”
“Anyway, my job is to try to fix all that crap.”
AJ B. (GM): “That’s military protocol for you though. One cog stops and the whole machine busts down. Someone trying to be a hero without the right training can end a lot of lives.”
Ambrose Betamax: “But random human civilians can get appointed as peacekeepers with no training at all. hell we’re all going out to save one of those. it’s not like we trained him.”
AJ B. (GM): “Peacekeeper isn’t military. Peacekeeper is local cop, military is soldiers.”
“You’ve been around the freaks too long buddy, you seem to have forgotten a lot of what you know.”
Ambrose Betamax: “i’m just saying. if he were human He’d have been allowed through the gate. And no I havent. Just learned some more.”
AJ B. (GM): “Also we aren’t going out to save him. He said demon, we’re here to kill it. That’s the mission.”
Ambrose Betamax: “and we’re all out here on nothing but his word? Would we be doing this if he had an extra couple of legs?”
AJ B. (GM): He looks hard at you. “Did you like hit your head sometime between the briefing and boarding?”
Ambrose Betamax: “forget it. Lets just do this and get it done/”
AJ B. (GM): “As for that, if they called in on a military channel and called for backup with a demon. Yeah we probably would still be out here with this same arsenal.”
“Would the briefing have contained the phrase ‘Rescue if at all possible’? probably not.”
Ambrose Betamax: “I’ll bet.”
AJ B. (GM): One of the soldiers next to Ambrose turns towards him. “Don’t let Dave get under your skin. He’s had some bad experiences slumming it in the bars.”
Ambrose Betamax: “oh. ok. Fair enough. Glad you seem to be getting my point though.”
AJ B. (GM): She nods. “I do. I’ve been in the quarter plenty. Most of em are just folk. Yeah some are violent but same can be said of any group right. Hell we make our lot in life through violence right?”
Ambrose Betamax: “yup. Need more people around like you. I can introduce you to some good guys if you want some time.”
AJ B. (GM): She nods. “Sounds like a fun time. As fun as watching Dave get drunk and antagonize something three times his size is I could use a new hobby.”
Dave snorts derisively. “I coulda taken them if my Squadmate had my fucking back.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Eew. I said be fair to them, not stupid at em, Dave.”
(poor dave got his shit turned around on him :P)
AJ B. (GM): Dave shrugs “What’s the point of going to the zoo if you can’t poke the bear.”
Ambrose Betamax: “….wow.”
AJ B. (GM): “and that Dave is why I go drinking with you. Because one day you’re gonna find dragon at the end of that stick instead and I can’t wait to see it.”

Ambrose Betamax thinks to himself, heehee, dragons. and grins mischeviously.
AJ B. (GM): She turns back to Ambrose. “By the by have you heard the rumors about who made the call on this demon?”
Ambrose Betamax: “Rumors? like what?”
AJ B. (GM): “Well word on the grapevine is that is was Melo Craft who made the call. You must know of him being a D-bee relations expert right?”
Ambrose Betamax: “Hmm. I’ve heard of him. He’s been doing some good things.”
AJ B. (GM): “Hoping to get to meet him myself. Be nice to meet someone actually openly doing the work. No offense to your profession but it is a bit behind the scene.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Mm. I like you. I hope you get to meet him too.”
AJ B. (GM): “Thanks. Also, stick close to me and Dave while we’re out there. I know you want some action and all, but you’re job is a lot more verbalizing and I can’t imagine it’s done wonders for your aim.”
Ambrose Betamax: “ha, probably not. Don’t worry, My aim may not be as great, but in my line of work you learn other ways to fight the bad ones. Special toys too.”
AJ B. (GM): “Oh someone authorized you with somethin somethin huh?”
Ambrose Betamax: “A little somethin somethin. We get to keep whatever cool things we find on the job if we think they’ll help us do it better. Some of it’s pretty cool. Friend of mine has a gadget that makes magic impossible around it for like a hundred feet or so. Never seens such a pissed of wizard in my life. Wavin his arms around shouting all kindsa crap, and nuffin. Little puff of smoke was all he got.”
AJ B. (GM): She doubles over laughing. “Oh man I woulda paid good money to see that. So what have you got then Groaner?”
Ambrose Betamax: “well ok, I may have been a little mean to that poor D-Bee at the gate. Didja see him with that floating skewer? Confiscated it. I can whistle bad guys into oblivion now apparently.”
AJ B. (GM): “Huh must’ve missed him.” She then whistles.
Ambrose Betamax: “uh, don’t whistle.”
AJ B. (GM): Nothing seems to happen.
Ambrose Betamax: “oh good. only works for the owner then. whew.”

Ambrose Betamax makes a point of noooot whistling.
AJ B. (GM): “Wait, you confiscated a weapon and brought it with you, without knowing how it works?”
That came from about 5 people on the squad btw
Ambrose Betamax: "nah, he told me. Just borrowing it. I’m giving it back after. he wants me to help his friend.
“First whistle makes it hot, the next ones move it around, I’ve got some songs in mind.”
“it’ll work fine. Probably.”
“maybe just, you know, not stand too in front of me.”
“He did this whole excalibur thing and said wield it well. Looked really dramatic.
AJ B. (GM): Dave: “I’m not sure who’s crazier, you or him.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Ooh I like that a lot better than Moaner. I can be Crazy Kirk.”
“I wonder if I can use it as a self-cooking shshkebab. that’d be awesome.”
AJ B. (GM): Dave rolls his eyes behind his helmet and the woman next to you looks concerned. “how about saving the experiments for when there isn’t a lot of potential for sudden death, yeah?”
Ambrose Betamax: “well I don’t have to use it. I feel better knowing it’s there if shit goes wrong though. The guy, August he said his name was, said he thinks the whistling is more so it knows to be on, and then it just kind of reads your mind and does what you want. Sounds cool.”
AJ B. (GM): “Well, always good to have a few surprises in your back pocket. Can rest assured the demon will.”
Ambrose Betamax: “Ooh I bet it’s good for locks too. Good for sneaky missions. Can’t pick a lock? Melt it! If you know, oyu can whistle very quietly.”
“or or hmm. maybe you could climb rock faces and stuff with it. is hit hot enough to melt through rock? then it could be like, a handhold/ this is like the swiss army skewer!”
AJ B. (GM): Dave smirks “Hey Kirk, want to play name that tune?”
Ambrose Betamax: “depends. want a foot long flaming needle up your nose?”
AJ B. (GM): “Aww come on surely you have enough control of it to keep it from doing anything crazy right?”
Ambrose Betamax: “one way to find out. you sure you wanna mess around with it though? in you know, a crowded apc? full of people with guns and very few inhibitions?”
AJ B. (GM): Dave seems to reconsider as he noticed a few of the soldiers glaring at him while a few are glaring at Ambrose
Ambrose Betamax: (lol you are trying to get these soldiers set on fire :P)
AJ B. (GM): The woman nudges you with her shoulder. “Seems to be getting a bit tense in here, you’ve got to have at least one joke in you right Groaner?”
Ambrose Betamax: “How about …‘Someday a chicken will be able to cross the road without having it’s motives questioned?”
AJ B. (GM): Most of the soldiers groan and a couple give half hearted chuckles as the tension seems to seap out of everyones shoulders.
Ambrose Betamax: I wonder what would happen if I yodeled. Wistling makes it hot, so maybe yodelling makes it cold. ooh, or flute playing! hmm. I’m gonna have to experiment later."
AJ B. (GM): The woman looks over at you. “Aren’t you giving that back after this? How are you gonna find time to experiment?”
Ambrose Betamax: "With him. Why not, right? The guy has a good rep around here anyways. He works with that Melo guy.
(Is this gonna lead to that scene in mrs doubtfire where I keep having to change in the bathroom so it looks like Both me and my disguise is there?)
AJ B. (GM): (roflmao, you’re the player, you know I try to avoid railroading)
“Huh, wait you said his name was August not Ambrose?!”
Ambrose Betamax: “by the way I have some other things I can’t tell you about, so if you see me doing impossible stuff, just ignore it…..If that happens you’ll know.”
“It’s all very hush hush. Spooky, huh?”
(er, shit lol)
“Ambrose is his first name.”
AJ B. (GM): “Huh, good to know. Well be careful spreading that around. Ain’t everyone happy with those two, and theres always a few people looking to pocket some extra cash if you catch my drift.”
Ambrose Betamax: “He’ll be alright. He’s really skilled and has a good team with him. And he’s handsome. He once killed a vampire with nothing but makeup advice. It was…a very vain vampire.”
AJ B. (GM): “Now there’s something you won’t hear many males admit to knowing a damned thing about.”
Ambrose Betamax: “well, when your race can change their fur color any way that want on a whim, you learn about style I guess. You should see his wardrobe. It’s like Doctor suess And lady gaga got together and made sweet love.”
(heehee ancient world pop culture references are Ambroses thing. On purpose character slip lol)
AJ B. (GM): She looks at you completely confused “Who and Who?”
Ambrose Betamax: “uh…long dead people. but thwy were known for being pretty whimsical. in their time.”
AJ B. (GM): “Huh, where’d you learn about them? Don’t know many people interested in history of any kind.”
Ambrose Betamax: “gotta have your hobbies.”
AJ B. (GM): “True enough. The jobs nice and all but it is an awful lotta waiting around.”
Ambrose Betamax: (jacior must be pretty busy :()
AJ B. (GM): (it’s past work time think he got dragged out by friends again)
(its 5 minutes to 10 where he’s at)
Ambrose Betamax: (hmm.)
AJ B. (GM): (alright I’m kinda running low on things I can do for this scene without knowing at least vaguely what Bharat is going to do)
Ambrose Betamax: (beep)
AJ B. (GM): Alright so everyone here and ready to go?
Matt S.: (Yep)
Zea: (Mmhmm)
AJ B. (GM): Alrighty then recappy goodness
Ambrose Betamax: (:3)
AJ B. (GM): Currently Melo is about to come crashing down with a demon on the back of his bike upside down no less. Bharat is running towards them at top speed and will arrive a little bit after the crash. and somewhere in the city Piko is in the midst of getting aboard a military vehicle to escape the city and come help.

Ambrose Betamax will totally arrive in the nick of time
Ambrose Betamax: (can Ambrose roll to make it in the nick of time lol)
AJ B. (GM): (lol not without attempting to hijack an APC full of soldiers and drive it himself)

Melo is, in short order, an impact crater.
AJ B. (GM): (and that’s more like a lot of rolls and probably not the healthiest decision.)
Ambrose Betamax: (mm. ambrose dun actually know what the nick of time is anyway since to him melos just out there playing poker or osmething)
(From AJ B. (GM)): the demon mutters in your ear. “Remember come find Naxaiel if you want it back. I’m sure you know my home address.”
AJ B. (GM): The demon disappears off the back of the bike right before impact in a puff of sulphorous smoke. Melo is thrown off as his head hits the ground causing him to lose his grip and roll up and “over” the back as the bike pulls up just enough that it’s window is the only piece that’s truly destroyed though the steering is bent by the time it comes to a stop.
Ambrose Betamax: (don’t diiiiie melooooo)

Chapter 17 What's in a Soul

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