Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame Subject: sadf
Short request. I think it's reasonable to have all the posts in by the end of the weekend, for a possibly monday/late sunday update. I'm not going to be around much before then, so that would make my day on return. Love the lot of you. I'm butter.
Posted on 2011-03-11 at 05:12:43.
Topic: Wedding Bells! Subject: adfs
No, was in fact referring to Ody hoping your husband-to-be won't mind being harassed by a werebear. I dare say I'd not heard that before.
Posted on 2011-03-11 at 03:27:22.
Topic: Wedding Bells! Subject: Without a doubt
That is the weirdest wedding well wish anyone has ever made. Ever.
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.
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.