Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame Subject: sadf
Alright, Darius Garnet is added to the PDA on the first page. Sorry that took an extra day. That should give you all the information you need on him.
Many such props to all GMs that dealt with my erratic availability and random postings. Also bears.
Posted on 2011-03-04 at 19:58:52.
Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame Subject: sdaf
Alright, update is in. You are sounded by at least 15 angry men that look like they'd killed a quite a few people before. The man addressing you seems to fit the description of the Canadian to anyone with half a brain (ie, everyone save Downhouser) and at the moment no one seems openly hostile. Kathryn currently has the PDA, if only because celeste was the only player on at the time.
The PDA information is on the first page of this thread, and the darius garnet blurb is not up at as my fingers are numb. That will be up tonight.
Stats have been updated, as Kathryn smashing the radio counts as property damage...huzzah!
Um...I think that's everything I had to cover....any questions let me know. Kinda railroaded you guys around a bit there, but ehn.
Posted on 2011-03-04 at 18:05:30.
Topic: Tales of City Fantastico Subject: Sweet Goddamn Exposition Batman!
While the last gang member stopped twitching, the group branched out about the area. Kathryn headed over to the still blasting boombox, smashing it before going straight for Virago and the man they'd rescued, while Percy and Danyael took a brief moment to search the dead. The search was largely fruitless, turning up a few scant dollars and rolling papers, not even enough to satisfy the bill Percy's frozen treats had mandated. Disappointed, the pair stood up to head over towards Virago, only to be nearly struck in the head by the lumbering behemoth that was Downhouser, who was now circling the area, swinging a body like some enormous fan blade, causing the last of the flames to dissipate. His elaborate fire dance continued until he realised he was no longer holding a body, but rather the lower half of a leg, and a quick scan of the horizon reveal the remnant of the body sailing skyward, torn clear off by the enormous force of having the giant swing it around like a yo-yo.
As he made his way over to the rest of the group, suggestions were already being thrown about, while Virago seemed to be scooping up asphalt for some reason.
“This guys doesn’t look so good,” Percy mused, “maybe we should put him in the cooler. Ice might take some of that swelling down, you think?”
Danyael chimed in, “As much as I hate to say it, Percy is right. We should get him in the truck. If nothing else, he'll be a bit safer should anyone else decide to come by. And given the amount of noise we just made, I wouldn't think it would be too long before someone else, perhaps someone armed with more than a tire iron, comes to see what happened. I don't think they would look to kindly on our prompt defeat of these gang guys in this neighborhood."
While the rest of the group voiced their agreement with the plan to dump a wounded man in the blood stained freezer of an obviously deranged ice cream salesman who had just murdered two men with frozen treats, Virago had apparently stuffed a collection of trash and illegal stimulants into a large syringe, which had by now taken on an ominous green colour. Pushing his way back into the middle of the group and straddling the man who was stirring slightly. The man's eyes opening slightly only to see the sharp point of a needle being thrust directly into his face, swung downwards double-handed by Virago as if it were some sort of killing blow. The man convulsed violently, before lying still, and for a brief moment it looked as if he'd had a rather traumatic death, but soon the effects of Virago's off-beat medical training were evident. The man's swollen face was hurriedly resuming its original size and shape, and some of the bleeding was already slowing. While the rest of the group stood stunned a moment, trying to comprehend exactly what they'd just seen, Virago wrapped the rest of the wounds with gauze from his first aid kit.
"Perfect! I should have stayed in medical school.” Virago said, looking up at the still slightly shook group, ”Nah... too boring."
With the group still giving him odd stares, Virago gestured vigorously towards the ice cream truck.
"Ice helps swelling! To the cooler! Preferably one without any blood in it. Don't want to get an infection! I worked hard to keep this guy sterile!"
Obliging immediately Gerald picked up their contact with his two massive arms and cradled him close to his chest.
“Don’t worry mister,” he said as he walked over to the van, “You’re in good hands now.”
The rest of the group followed the massive man back towards the ice cream truck, loading aboard while Downhouser gently placed their new friend in the cooler like a normal person would a baby in a crib. Percy put the truck into drive and continued a little further into the area, seeking to put a little distance between themselves and the ruckus they'd caused, which would inevitably draw the attention of more undesirables. The truck bumped and rocked as it drove over the mess of bodies that littered the street, and just as they were heading out of sight, Danyael spotted a pair of new gangstas reaching the scene of the fight. They paused a moment, looking around before the remnants of the corpse Downhouser had been swinging about earlier (slightly charred from having re-entered the atmosphere) landed in their midst with an audible spliick. The two man let out a terrified yell before running off back into the surrounding alleys.
The team had been driving through the streets seemingly at random, just attempting to stay mobile while their contact recovered in the back of Percy's truck. It was barely an hour before they heard a couple of confused thumps from the inside of the freezer, followed by a series of screams. Downhouser opened the lid and reached in, drawing the mass of rags that they now knew as Roberto Stanislav from the cooler. The wounds and swelling had all but disappeared, much to Virago's delight, with only the gauze wraps giving any indication that he had been in any sort of poorer state. It took him a second to properly regain his bearings, and he turned to look at the group in front of him. He put on a nervous grin, nodded slowly and immediately spun about only to smash bodily into Downhouser's chest. He got himself up slowly, dusting himself off and looking from person to person, before he finally spoke.
”Who are...where am...what ees...” The man spoke with a thick Russian accent.
Kathryn cut the man off, flicking the ID badge she'd picked up at him. He caught it out of the air.
”So then...you are...”, he paused again, seemingly unable to finish a sentence for the purpose of padding this part of the update out, and looked at the group again, noticing the large collection of firearms (and a goddamned streetlight) they carried. ”You are Fantasti-team?”
The group nodded in unison, and an enormous smile spread across Roberto's face.
”Thanks god you are here, ees like always say; screen door on submarine is most like a tree and leaves.
While the group stood trying to contemplate the sheer absurdity of the aforementioned metaphor, Roberto tore off the rags he'd been wearing, revealing a surprising pristine tuxedo that Virago was positive hadn't been there when he'd dressed the man's wounds.
”Specialist Agent Roberto Stanislav, Master of the Disguisings, at your services”, the man took a deep bow, causing Downhouser to step back slightly to avoid a potentially awkward situation arising. ”Am field agent for Mr. Fantasti, and am here to relay order for doing in the Westsides.
He stared at the team expectantly, meeting only their blank stares in return. The truck shook violently and there was a loud ”Yarp! as Percy realised he'd not kept his eyes on the road, and quickly resumed taking care of driving the truck while the rest of the team began to question Roberto.
”Well?” Kathryn tilted her head, “...can we have this order for doing now?
Roberto looked confused for a moment, before the proverbial lightbulb lit.
“Of course babushka,” he said with a smile, drawing a slightly aggravated look from Kathryn, ”Am having all the information you are needing here.
With that, Roberto withdrew a small PDA from his pocket, plugged a few buttons and tossed it over to Kathryn.
”You are to be seeking and killing the man there detailed on that.” he said, gesturing to the image of a large black man in an impeccably fine suit that was displayed on the PDA screen ”We are reporting he ees leading gang drug operations in the Westsides, and his influence 'as greatly destabilised region, and is thorn in Mr. Fantasti's side. Ees important you remove from equation.”
Kathryn clicked the image on the PDA screen, a large bio ran across the screen. Emblazoned across the top was the name Darius Garnet. (OOC: Complete character biography is located on first page of Q&A thread, under the statistics post.)
”Weeell be hard to find target straight away...” Roberto drew the group's attention away from the screen, a good thing too, as Percy barely managed to swerve the truck around a large trash bin. ”...ees very well protected, ees powerful man. We 'ave een though, man can help you get to target”
He took the PDA from Kathryn, pressed a few more keys and an address came up on the screen. 4 LeCavalier Drive. The old Fantastico Wildfires hockey arena.
”We are not knowing real name of contact,” Roberto explained, ”contacted us few days ago, said was tired of Garnet's agenda. Calls himself, The Canadian. Eef you are head to arena, and identify yourselfs, should be expecting you. Now if you are pleasing to stop at this corner, I weeell be letting you on your way.”
Percy pulled up at the curb, and the team watched as Roberto stepped out onto the street, and in a single deft motion tore his tuxedo off, revealing a form fitting wet suit and large scuba tank underneath that was inexplicably protruding in a way the team certainly couldn't have missed earlier. Roberto stepped into the street and removed a manhole cover from a sewer opening. He gave a small wave before dropping into the hole with the manhole over his head, leaving no sign of his presence as it spun shut perfectly as he disappeared. The group heard a distant splash, and then silence, before Percy started the truck and headed down another alley toward the old hockey arena.
The arena have definitely seen better days, and in the years since the initial riots the exterior had clearly not been maintained. The large “Fantastico Arena” sign was no missing a couple letters, leaving Fan as co r n written oddly spaced in large red letters across the mass of boarded up windows and shattered plexiglass plating that at one point would clearly have been a sight to see back in its heyday.
As the group pulled up in front, they disembarked and headed to the large front doors, passing a number of scattered metal barricades and overturned concession stands that littered the entryway. Only one of the doors seemed functional, and the foyer inside was just as destitute as the outside walk had been. Some frayed banners hung from the ceiling, listing notable players that had been team members before everything went to hell, and the floor was covered in torn team merchandise and empty beer cups.
Percy noticed an old ice cream dispenser behind one of the dust covered concession stands and took a step towards it, only to bump one of the empty cups off the counter, and as it fell to the ground a loud air horn suddenly began blaring. Before the group could react, large metal slides slid over the doors behind them, and bright red lights began flashing on all the walls. A hustling noise could be heard and soon the large arena doors in front of the group burst open. Several men, all dressed in complete Fantastico Wildfire uniforms and each decked out in a complete set of a hockey gear rushed into the room, quickly surrounding the bewildered team. They leered menacingly at the five, some holding hockey sticks that looked like they'd been sharpened to the point where there'd be a very real risk of someone losing a limb were they hooked with it.
For a moment, it looks as if a fight was on the verge of occurring, when a boisterous voice emerged from slightly further into the shadows of the arena.
”Boys, boys settle 'er down eh?”
A man stepped out into the foyer, dressed unlike the others that had emerged. His large frame was wearing a red and black flannel jacket, his feet decked out in large steel-toed work boots. His face was hidden behind a large, bushy brown beard and atop his head sat an almost comically undersized red and blue tuque. He stepped towards the group, and the circle of angry hockey players parted, letting up address the team.
”Alright then you lot,” he gestured towards the group, ”what's all this aboot then, eh?”
Posted on 2011-03-04 at 17:55:58.
Topic: EXCITED!!! Subject: asdf
Soon, your economy will be so shit we'll be buying all your assets with monopoly money.
Posted on 2011-03-04 at 04:42:35.
Topic: EXCITED!!! Subject: askmf
I'm afraid I have to post this.
Posted on 2011-03-03 at 15:34:13.
Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame Subject: dsaf
Man, have you ever promised an update, then spent the next two days thinking someone hadn't posted yet only to find they'd posted twice and so really you were late and not them?
Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame Subject: asdf
Almerin, Admiral, you guys still kicking? Bob's sent me a small PM denoting actions but haven't heard from Almerin in a few. Just waiting on you guys. No pressure. ☻
Posted on 2011-03-01 at 03:03:15.
Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame Subject: sdf
I hope this game inspired that, because otherwise I have outside influences involving the weaponisation of ice cream, and this concerns me.
On a second, unrelated note, love the posts and as soon as Bobberty Wobberty and Almerino post we can trundle along on fire. Bob was saying something about using an awesome point in his upcoming post, so it might be a good idea to not do anything too rash, lest he remake the future.
Also, I am only referring to people by nicknames Ive made up on the spot now. Because that is how I roll.
Posted on 2011-02-27 at 15:33:28.
Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame Subject: asdf
Id like to share, that for the last two days, I have been drinking, and apparently I at one point yelled BOMBPOP over and over and attempted to use a tub of mint ice cream as a weapon.
Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame Subject: Why thank you, I try
Because I realise I didnt mention this earlier, and to relieve anyone who's suddenly afraid of running out of ammo. In true action movie fashion all "standard" ammunition is effectively going to be without limit barring extraneous circumstances (ie, it is forcibly removed from your person) for the purposes of combat instances. High explosives and like may be more limited, will go on a case by case basis.
1
Percy lands direct hit with napalm cone
Downhouser spends awesome point, lands hit with big gun #1
Virago rolls critical success on jump check, has potential for atmospheric flight. Would have gained an action point had he had room for one
Danyael misses with pistol, inflicts terrible music upon all assembled
Katheryn spends awesome point, hits with sawed-off
Thug misses Danyael with tire iron
2 thugs miss Downhouser with fists
1 thug cannot reach anyone and looks sad and pathetic, you want to give him a hug
2
Percy does not give him a hug, instead murdering him with a critical success bomb pop
Downhouser succeeds in making one thug into a human projective, fails to hit second
Virago lands, manages to slip through flames with only minimal singes to himself
Danyael hit at point blank range with 9mm
Katheryn hits and close range with the sawed off
The badge dropped from the man Virago rescued clearly identifies him as a member of Fantastico's private security forces, leaving little to no doubt of his identity as your contact.
He's awake, and though beaten, seems to be stable and non-critical. He can talk and answer questions. Go go next round of posts.
Posted on 2011-02-24 at 17:50:17.
Edited on 2011-02-24 at 17:54:43 by Grugg
Topic: Tales of City Fantastico Subject: Unreasonable Hangtime: The Beginning "Hey Downhouser, Virago... how about we show these thugs how to do this sort of thing properly."
The words brought a sneer to the leader’s face as he stepped towards Danyael. That sneer immediately turned to a look of shock as the towering Downhouse and stocky Virago stepped out behind him. The truck actively shook on its suspension as they debarked, and the motion disguised Percy’s form as he stepped out the other side of the truck. He wasted no time in drawing attention to himself though.
”Hello, sinners...”, he hurled a waffle cone at the thug who was just now withdrawing a second mysteriously lit molotov from his jacket, ”who’d like a free sample?”
The molotov struck the thug in the chest, and he immediately burst into flames, the molotov in his hand and whatever others he carried erupting on his body. He ran screaming in circles for a brief moment before catapulting himself into the wall of fire surrounding the gang. For a moment no one moved, watching him writh and scream before finally going silent.
Gerald took this opportunity to make his shot. Quickly drawing Big Gun #1 and aiming straight at the lead thug, it seemed for a moment that time slowed down, and the gang’s slow-motion advance gave the giant ample time to line up a killshot. The round left the gun and seemed to leave a visible gash through the air as it reached the leader’s forehead, kicking the thug’s head back and for a second suspending him in mid-air as his legs shot out from under him. Shortly afterward, and still in slow-motion mind you, the round exited the rear of his skull, blowing brain matter everywhere, temporarily concealing the violent gang in a greyish-white cloud of what could best be described as “brain flakes”.
Time resumed its regular speed, and from all throughout the cloud, violent coughing could be heard, along with the occasional shout of ” I got Tyrell in ma’ fukin’ eyes!”. Seeing his opportunity, Virago dashed forward with a loud shout of ”FOR NARNIA”, and using his streetlight as a pole vault attempt to leap the distracted gang. The blinded gang members posed little active resistance as he soared overhead, and he soon found himself soaring toward the pile of rags that had previously been their target.
Back at the ice cream truck, Danyael attempted to line up a shot on the boombox carrying thug, though the “brain flake cloud” somewhat obstructed his shot. His shot went slightly wide, missing the main body of the boombox and striking the “next track” button as it soared past. Immediately, the hardcore gangsta rap was replaced by the soothing opening of Celine Dion’s My Heart Will Go On, much to the confusion of everyone involved.
Danyael started a line up a second shot when Katheryn leaned out the window right above him, her sawed-off shotgun in her hand. She emptied both barrels directly into the closest thug carrying a tire iron, sending him hurling backwards into the thug now staring perplexed at the boombox he carried. The pair of them rocketted backwards through the hair, passing the still mysteriously airborn Virago, and clear through the wall of flame, removing them from the equation entirely. Katheryn shot Danyael a smug grin before grabbing another pair of shells and slapping them into the breach.
Only half the thugs that had started the encounter remained at this point, and as they finished wiping the remains of their dead homie from their eyes, they mounted their attempt at a counterattack. The remaining armed thug made a rush towards , swinging his tire iron in a vicious slice that Danyael easily sidestepped. Another pair made an attempt at assaulting the giant hunk of meat known as Downhauser, though his combat training allowed him to easily brush off their blows. The last eyed Percy, though couldn’t find his way to him through the mess of bodies and fire.
He’d regret making eye contact with the deranged ice cream man, as Percy quickly reached into his pocket, unwrapping a pair of grenade shaped popsicles. He hurled one directly at the thug’s feet, and he looked down with a look of panic, painfully aware of what the frozen treats had already done to his friend. There was a small moment of pause as everyone (including the still airborne Virago...somehow) braced for an explosion, though none came. The thug turned his gaze back to Percy, only to immediately be struck in the face by a second BOMB Pop, causing it to shatter into a collection of razer sharp, delicious shrapnel. As the thug fell to the ground, Percy giggled maniacly, shouting a sudden ”BOOM” at the now lifeless corpse.
The thugs that had taken a swing at Downhouser hardly faired better. Their untrained punches left the supercop plenty of opportunity for an open counter, and his technique was damn near unbeatable. Easily ducking a looping hook, the enormous man bodily lifted the thug off the ground, folding him over into a tight ball in the process before hurling him at his comrade, who only just managed to duck in time.
For the second time in what felt like seconds, Virago watched as another person soared passed him in the air. Seeing a relatively un-brain splattered spot of asphalt to make a landing, he finally touched down mere inches away from the rag bundled man. Scooping the man up into his arms, Virago leapt through the thin wall of flames onto the other side. He placed the man on the group gently, rolling him over to check for signs of life. Though the man had certainly never been “handsome”, the beating hadn’t help his looks. One of his eyes appeared to be swollen shut, and as his other eye opened slowly he coughed, spitting up a tooth onto his chest.
Back in the melee, Danyael ducked another slice from a tire iron from the thug in front of him before firing a couple of 9mm rounds point blank into the thug’s chest. The man crumpled to his knees, and Danyael needed only a gentle push to but the man on the ground for good. He turned to face the last thug, sandwiching the man between himself and the massive Downhouser. The thug looked over his shoulder at Danyael, and in the process realised he was the last man standing from his side. His surprised look barely had time to cross his face as Katheryn’s second volley from the ice cream truck window flattened him quickly. The red headed woman stepped out of the truck as the fires, seemingly only flaring for the purposes of dramatic combat, died down just as suddenly as they’d erupted.
The man rescued from the thugs seemed to be regaining conciousness slowly, and with Virago’s help got himself sat up. As he did, a small ID badge fell out of his rags, landing upside down on the ground in front of him. Virago’s eyes shifted to it as it fell, catching a glimpse of the name as it fell.
Special Agent Roberto Stanislav
Fantastico Security Forces
It looked as if the group had found their field agent.
Posted on 2011-02-24 at 17:42:21.
Edited on 2011-02-24 at 17:53:37 by Grugg
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