2009-02-04 13:49:50 Kovacs Kurosagi rolls 10 dice to Stealth 7,2,2,3,2, 4,5,3,1,7 (1 success)

The young kid would slowly move through the area looking around from the shadow of his hoodie. He watches the world around him as he tries to spot a place out of the way to go take a toke and scope out the area. He breaths deeply through his nose trying to work out smells from one to the other, I mean who knows when you are going to stumble upon a shipment of weed.

2009-02-04 13:54:08 Kovacs Kurosagi rolls 8 dice to Per+Alertness (Diff 4) 6,8,3,9,7, 9,1,9 (5 successes){-2 diff acute sense smell}

Kovacs isnt likely to find a boatload of weed just sitting there stinkin. Anyone shipping that kind of green would likely know how to ship it properly and not get sniffed out. What he will find is a barge being unloaded by Myself and rowdy crew of Duck Coat wearing dockworkers. We yell and we swear, we nip flasks beetween every pallet and we never seem to run out of cigarettes.

2009-02-04 15:13:09 Whiskey Jack rolls 7 dice to Per+Alert [+2 diff: One eye] (Diff 8) 2,2,2,10,4, 3,2 (1 success)

I dont see the skinny kid creeping up on us, which is exactly why im backing a forklift loaded with crates right at him while I wave my arms and yell at another dock worker.

'Oi ya fuckin drunk Git the -ell over dere an undo them straps!'

Well aware of what is going on around him the street kid dives out of the way and yells right back at the driver of the fork lift.

2009-02-04 15:46:39 Kovacs Kurosagi rolls 6 dice to docks dive out of way 6,9,10,9,3, 2 (4 successes)

"Jesus Christ man talk about drunks! you are operating a heavy piece of equipment maybe you could watch out for people trying to find a job!"

2009-02-04 15:46:39 Kovacs Kurosagi rolls 6 dice to docks dive out of way 6,9,10,9,3, 2 (4 successes)

At this he would slide further back from the man and his fork lift as he searches around to make sure he has plenty escape routes.

2009-02-04 15:50:11 Kovacs Kurosagi rolls 8 dice to Per+Alertness 10,5,7,8,8, 10,4,6,1,6 (6 successes)

2009-02-04 16:30:23 Whiskey Jack rolls 5 dice to dex+drive (Diff 7) 9,3,1,4,2 (failure)

I stomp on the forklifts brake, the sudden change in momentum dumping half the pallet onto the ground as the forks sway. I slam a heavy fist against the steering wheel and leap down from the rig, advancing on and barking at the kid in a deep and aggressive voice.

'Wot the Fuck are ya doin creepin aroun -ere ya scrawny shit!?'

2009-02-04 16:31:53 Whiskey Jack rolls 7 dice to Str+ Intimidate (Diff 6) 2,5,9,2,2, 5,7 (2 successes)
[Kovacs can roll willpower, if he beats jacks successes he isnt cowed by Jacks display.]

Theres something about Jack that usually scares the hell out of people, especially when he gets angry. He not only looks like a big, mean ex-con he moves with the swaggar of someone who always wants to hit you. Kovacks will have plenty of room to run away. The docks are a maze of escape routes and hiding places.

2009-02-04 17:03:30 Kovacs Kurosagi rolls 6 dice to willpower 10,1,5,9,1, 9 (1 success)

While he does seemed cowed by you not so much as to bolt immediatly.

" I am out here trying to find some semblence of a fucking job so I don't die in the fucking gutter. Sorry if i fucked up your job but you almost fucking hit me."

he would be backing slowly at one of the many ways to escape this giant of a man. but he has learned the truth behind fortune favors the bold.

rubbing the hitter box in his pocket he forces his perceptions to expand and see the primal flow of the world around him.

2009-02-04 17:06:42 Kovacs Kurosagi rolls 2 dice to arete roll prime sight (Diff 3){foci hitter box} 4,9 (2 successes)

He watches the man intently ready to bolt at the first sign this man is going to take it out on him.

2009-02-04 17:07:43 Kovacs Kurosagi rolls 8 dice to Per+Alertness 2,6,6,9,4, 3,4,1 (2 successes)

When Kovacs uses his prime sight on me he will see what looks like a comic book style painting. My face is half shadowed and my eye glows yellow, all around me is bloodspatter and he will hear the sound of rustling leaves as if he is being stalked.

'I thinks your a bloody thief! We seen your little Jap-Whore sister the other night too; She left Donnie with a load on his face an musta bashed -is -head!'

Theres something Primal about my anger. In Kovacs eyes he will just see the bloodspatter grow, or some large clawmarks form on my chest. When i blow my top, it stays blown. The connections are coming to me fast, a weeks worth of pent up anger all spilling out at once.

'I bet yer the lil shit that stole mah beer n cigarettes too, aint ya? Fuckin creepin round a -ard workin mans trailah!'

2009-02-10 10:50:39 Whiskey Jack rolls 8 dice to Str+Brawl [hold] 3,2,7,4,10, 3,9,1 (2 successes)

I may have one eye and stumble when I walk, but im damn quick sometimes. In a snap ive grabbed Kovacs by the shirtcollar and the belt and hoisted him high up over my head with both hands.

[Jack can lift 400 pounds.]

'Now you listen good -ere boy, I want a god-damn apology or yous goin in the fuckin Lake!'  

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As he gets lifted up in the air and yelled at a wild look comes into his eyes as he removes his spray can from his hoody and points it at the brute holding him and yelling at him.

He unloads the paint into the guys face letting the impression of fire settle into the mans frontal brain trying to get him to drop me. He lets the quintesential energy flow through him and the paint as he forces his will upon the world the paint in his face should make the magic look normal but one can never tell.

2009-02-10 11:43:25 Kovacs Kurosagi rolls 2 dice to Mind 2 FIRE!!! (Diff 3, used willpower)Foci paint can spent willpower and quintessence for subliminal impulse of fire and hot 4,5 (3 successes)  

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[Based reaction off of MtA pg. 176 Empathic projection rote.]

Well this is certainly unexpected. I figured the little shit would either take a piss down his leg or take a swipe at my face. I wasnt counting on him having a spraycan handy; Its usually only the ladies who mace me.

2009-02-10 12:50:14 Whiskey Jack rolls 5 dice to Willpower [+1 diff, Fianna weakness] (Diff 7) 6,5,7,6,6 (1 success) [Jack will suffer a -1 penalty to actions from being startled for the next 2 rounds.]

'AyyyeeeAaarrrghhhhHHHH!!!'

The flash of pain is startling, i twitch as if I might just up and drop Kovacs onto the cement but I mostly maintain my composure.

2009-02-10 12:52:56 Whiskey Jack rolls 7 dice to Str+Ath [-1 dice, startled] [Throw] (Diff 7: Improvised weapon: Kovacs) 2,4,2,10,4, 5,7 (2 successes)
2009-02-10 12:53:30 Whiskey Jack rolls 7 dice to Throw damage 4,4,5,4,2, 10,10 (2 successes) [There will be no damage becuase Kovacs doesnt hit anything solid, I just rolled to gauge distance thrown.]

'Ya fuckin lil bastahd!!'

I yell as I step forward and do what is often referred to as a Keg Throw. Its ackward and overhead, like a staged wrestling move but Kovacs will find himself sailing through the night air and dropping out of sight of the docks. His landing will be mostly soft, right into the frigid waters of the lake some twelve feet below.

If he can swim, it should be easy enough to get to a ladder a little ways down and get away. I wont be chasing him, im far too busy clawing at my eyes and yelling for water to the other dockworkers.  

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Kovacs Cloths are immidiatly soaked and pulling him under. Kicking for the surface and the dock.

2009-02-10 12:59:15 Kovacs Kurosagi rolls 5 dice to Str+athletics swim (Diff 8)(+2 wet cloths) 10,5,4,3,9 (2 successes)

As he gets to the ladder he realizes all of his notebooks and notes are now probably ruined. This is not making my day any better and that giant asshole is just screaming away. Kovacs takes a second while he is dripping allover the dock to take in the mans aura and being so that he can try to find him later. Ignorant asshole. With that he turns and slips away trying to make his way out of the docks and find an out of the way place to try and salvage his maps.

2009-02-10 13:04:19 Kovacs Kurosagi rolls 10 dice to Stealth 5,10,9,6,4, 9,3,7,1,6, 1 (4 successes)

A cacophonous racket shatters the scene, sounding like a old freight train firing up its engines. Christopher makes his way towards his wounded companion, his laughter bellowing out into the night air. Its been some time since he had a good chuckle.

"That little bastard got ya good there, Jack."

I pat him on the back, trying to regain my composure. Jack's got a real temper, and I'd hate to have to tussle with him over some shit I ain't even started. I get him to stop clawing at his eyes and tilt his head back so I can pour the bottle of cleaning solution over his face. I hand him a shammy towel and lead him towards the eyewash station. Despite my best intentions, I can't resist a couple more guffaws as he begins rinsing off in earnest.

"Tell ya what... After work, the drinks are on me. I owe ya one for the show... I ain't cachinnated like that in years."  

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'Yer a fuckin prick! Cacklin at me misfortune, I aughta belt ya one..'

Course I cant very well see him to carry out my threats. Im far too busy washing my one good eye while holding my glass, now red, eye in my left hand like a prize marble.

'God-damn kids. Who be sellin mace to fuckin kids anyway?'

I will carry on belly-aching for a good five minutes until the pain in my eyes subsides. By the time im able to see ive scrubbed the upper part of my face raw and red, my good eye is bloodshot from the paint and my glass eye doesnt look much better. Ill need a toothbrush and bleach to clean that off.

'Oi drinks is the ticket. I have to be restackin that pallet the lil shit made me spill.'

"I'll give ya a hand, then we can head over to the pub."

As we restack the crates my mind starts to wanderin. Its got a habit of doing that, even when I'm sober. Pretty soon, the thoughts come spilling outta my mouth.

"We ain't no spring chicks no more, Jack. We're fossils. The world's a changing place and them youngins are changing faster 'en any. Pretty soon, they're gonna be pulling down our castles... meager mud hills, though they may be... they're gonna pick out bones clean."

I don't know if the thought frightens or thrills me. I'm not sure if I feel anything at all, one way or the other. They're just gonna end up inheriting this pile of shit we've been fighting for all our lives. Then, they'll be the ones trapped in a loosing battle, and I'll just be dirt.

I kinda like the sound of that.

Chris takes the world a little heavier than I like to. At least until ive got a few swigs of firewater in my gut. I answer in the usual fashion of holding my flask out in silent offer to the man and saying:

'I do believe the good lord calls dat the Natural Order a things. Even legends cant live forevah.'

"Amen, brother. I'll drink to that."

I quaff the spirits and pass the flask back to Jack. I like Jack. He gets a little down at time, but I never push it, never take advantage. Never take anything from him. I like Jack. Even I have my limits.

"Where ya thinkin' we drink tonight?"

We have our usual spots, but sometimes we hit up a place we've never been. Sense of adventure and all, I assume. Maybe a sense of nostalgia for times when we weren't know by every bartender in a 300 mile radius.  

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'You know where I aint been in a while?'

I pose the question to Christopher, not really wanting an answer. Im lucky I remember where Ive been, nevermind where I havent been. I take a quick swallow from the flask and slip it back into the front of my belt.

'The Hilts. I think an outa the way joint is in order after gettin maced. I dont need no repeat of that buisness...'

We finish restacking the palates and I take a load off, plopping down on the edge of the dock. Miraculously producing a cigarette from beneath my hat, I gaze out on the murky, moonlit water.

"Sounds fine by me... The altitude helps cheapen the date and I ain't seen ol' Joshua in a spell... But yer drivin. My old rust bucket would likely choke to death 'fore we get half ways there."

He mutters to Jack between drags, smoke lazily drifting from between breaths. He watches it slowly flow and swirl, forming familiar patterns. For a moment, he fancies he hears the sounds of mellifluous laughter somewhere down the shore. The wind picks up, dispersing the smoke and his thoughts.

He rises from his reverie and starts making his way towards the time clock.

"You ready ta get outta here?"  

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'My wreck aughta make it.'

I say, shrinkwrapping the pallet while Christopher smokes on the dock. With that finished we are done here and after we both punch out- along with the rest of the dozen or so guys who work this weird shift with us- we can head out.

My truck is anything but pretty. Its held together with bondo and rust, cant go on highways anymore and leaks oil like its been stabbed in the neck. But the old hunk of crap still runs and doesnt cost me much other than time and frustration. In no time flat we will be rumbling and bouncing our ways towards liquid jesus.

Maybe a few glasses of bourbon will stop the burning in my eye...  

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