adamu
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My dear friends, I must do the unthinkable and leave the game.
It is not an easy thing for me to do.
I will not regale you with the complex array of issues that prompt this decision. But I am now taking an indefinite hiatus from SR.
The last, what? Six years? with this group have been a real high point in my life. I owe so much to Aria for overseeing this continuous, open-ended campaign. Full of amazing tactical challenges and endless opportunities for storytelling and character development. I searched for a decade for a suitable environment – both game-wise and socially – in which to realize my visions for my beloved Al. And I finally found that in Aria’s campaign.
Then so many years of so much great cameraderie facing challenges together with Jack, Mercy, Obi, Pistolgrip and so many others that have come and gone. You guys are all the best. Not to mention the huge shout-out to Obi for building and maintaining this site for us!
And a special mention to Beta. Dude, it absolutely WRENCHES to leave this game – it is so clearly a richly detailed, carefully thought out, complex story. I delayed my departure from SR just to play in a game GMed by yourself. And it has surpassed all expectations. So I deeply apologize for leaving you in mid-game. Not cool, but I have to go.
As for what to do with Al in the current scene – well, pretty much whatever you want. One way would be for Al to simply not be down with the wetwork angle without knowing the target is toxic – yeah, the bear pretty much gives it away! – but Al could be, like ‘sure, it LOOKS that way, but it’s all a clever trick to get us to do some bad guy’s dirty work’ conspiracy theory and then walk away.
Or whatever else, really.
Al will go on to live in the many stories I have outlined for him if I ever have time to write them down.
So again, sorry to all for jumping ship mid-game. And most of all, thank you.
Adam
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Al didn’t move.
Sian made the hole.
Kynos was up it like a rabbit.
Then Ace was somehow scrambling up through the earth, somehow using loose roots for purchase.
Dirt rained down.
No point in standing under the gravel shower just to have to wait for the others to clear the hole.
Al wasn’t entirely sure he was tall enough to even reach the entrance to the shaft anyway.
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Well, at least this encounter will handily settle the question of whether our target is really a toxic – that will make things much much simpler for some of us!
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I thought Kynos was in the tunnel with us as well?
Did I get that wrong?
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Hello all.
Have been having terrible problems with this site, I fear. I am now seeing OOC posts going back a few weeks when, until today, I haven’t been able to see any new activity on this thread for weeks (nor been able to post here).
Near as I can tell, Al is still underground with the action focused on Lily anyway, so hopefully none of this has slowed anyone else down.
Anyway, I’m around (I think).
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Al was fidgeting with impatience.
He was in a makeshift mineshaft with most of the others. The progress had been lightning fast relative to the speed of a conventional excavation. But it was still considerably less fast than he could walk. So he had whole lot of nothing to do. He felt like he was standing in the line for the funhouse at the Maccabbee County Fair. Stand, shuffle forward, stand….for while he’d thought to make himself useful by double-checking the structural integrity and ventilation of their shaft, but Sian’s skill soon made that function redundant.
And now the situation was evolving rapidly up top, and him stuck underground down here…
He shrugged, lit a Lucky, and tried to amuse himself by watching Sian and remembering what she looked like naked (all the while strenuously disregarding the fact that she was a clinically insane vampire that thought she was from another planet – cuz that sort of thing could really kill a hard-on).
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Al winked and flashed a peace sign at Kynos. Sauntered over to his truck and climbed into the extended cab’s rear seat. A thumb on the Fairlight in his pocket popped the smuggling compartment, and three seconds later as was back with a hefty canvas shoulder bag. He gave it a loving pat. “Never leave home without it.”
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“Criminy, seem to have gotten ahead o’ myself. Mi amiga here can lay it out better’n ol’ Al can, but seems the reason the corpsecs is also after our target is he’s got somethin’ they want, which I reckon ya already gathered, an’ our workin’ theory hunch is that it’s the same somethin’ brought this one here up ta our neck o’ the woods ta retrieve. Some sorta dingus can do a whole lotta Lovecraftian damage inna wrong – an’ here insert ‘toxic’ – hands. So we was thinkin’ she’d help us out gratis, an’ once we null the fucker then she can have first pick of any trinkets we find. Seein’ as how she knows how best ta lock the thing away an’ all.”
He turned to Sian. “That about sum it up?”
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“Thanks, ladies. I am indeed still a bit concerned about that geezer’s judgement on things toxic vs. simply unneighborly.”
He turned to Sian. “You gon’ be able ta read him that way? Bearin’ in mind that even if he ain’t toxic an’ we elect not ta murder the sumbitch, ol’ Al’d still have no qualms liftin’ said apocalyptic artefact off’n him.”
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Al listened to Lily and then looked at Kynos.
“Heard worse plans.”
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Al listened to the merc’s plan. It sounded fine.
“Ol’ Al done flirted with the color-world some. Place a lot like this it was. Chukchi Peninsula. Saw enough ta know I wanted no part of it no more an’ ferever. So reckon I’m on yer fast an’ loud team.” He patted the steering wheel of the heavy work truck to emphasize his role.
“I will add a couple things, though. Goin’ in fast do give ’em less time ta prepare. But if’n they’s smart, then they response to a full frontal is already good an’ prepared. But the Gaz here can take a good hit, so what the hell. Second, fer all o’ you sneakers an’ peekers, won’t come as no surprise, but the tracks the cameras picked up around the cabin were grizzly. Much bigger’n is found natural this far south an’ east. Not sayin’ y’all can’t handle a couple tons o’ never-stoppin’ muscle an’ teeth, but they got noses like hounds – no matter how shifty ya are, yer gon’ want ta consider how not ta git ghosted by yer own scents.”
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Al shrugged. “Not so much. But par fer the course, right? This job, it don’t attact the steadfast an’ disciplined. Sorta operational flexibility an’ moral turpitude – yours truly excepted on the latter, mind – that type o’ person can cut it in these free-flow jobs, bein’ that guy comes with a cost in terms o’ a wide variety o’ personality defects. Again, yours truly excepted.”
He stopped his ruminations as they girls emerged from the diner. “What’d ya git, Ace?”
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Totally happy to carry on – especially since (I think) I am picking up on a lot of clues that promise a very interesting story.
And I don’t mind a slow pace – I also am crazy busy, want to carry on, but don’t want to hold others up. So if it is moderate pace, so much the better.
@Team – Al wasn’t in the diner, so commenting OOC instead of IC, but the girl going into the mines for unusual lengths of time sounds like some sort of hook.
Our job is kill the one guy and find the other guy. But now the corp people are also after our target, who it turns out may have a terrible destructive artifact…more than meets the eye here, folks….
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In a feeble attempt to defend Bronwean’s impetuousity, Al said, “She’s jist scoutin’ ahead an’ pullin’ eyes to herself. You an’ me’s still the most inconspicuous an’ we’ll go in an’ make contact once she’s….” he put a finger to his ear “…or we don’t go in at all. Seems we missed him.”
<<Ace, turn on the charm an’ ask whoever’s in there how long he’s been gone an’ so forth.>>
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Batshit is right – the Gaz with its extended cab only seats five (comfortably), and it’s pretty cold to ride in the truck bed. But let’s stay well spaced, and even take parallel courses while still in town.
Al will drive at a reasonable pace unless the demon sends word that the target starts moving.
At that point, it might be good for one vehicle to go crazy, attracting cops (and then escaping), while the other breaks laws for the sake of speed at a slightly more moderate pace, getting there quickly but without a million cops in tow…
Don’t think this mana ebb thing is going to last long, but for his part Al can essentially ignore it with heightened concern.
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Al appreciated the thrill of the hunt as much as the next guy, but he couldn’t figure out why they were giving up on the box so easily. Just because he’d snapped it shut didn’t mean he was throwing in the towel. There must be something in there worth protecting. So he picked it up and took it with him to his truck. Tossing it carelessly behind the rear seat, he noted to no one in particular, “That there was juju-suckin’ gas. Voodoo gods knowed it straight off. We jist gotta git clear of anyone with a Satanistic bent – Kynos or me’d do jist fine – then have our way with whatever’s inside. Until then…” he turned to Kynos. “Yeah, eight ta ten’s about right, if’n yer concerned about losin’ the trail. Ceptin’ by the time we git there we’ll have ever’ mountie inna county on our tail, an’ our ability ta continue operatin’ in this here burg’ll be compromised considerable. Elvira baby, can yer demon keep tabs on the feller, tell us if he moves while we’s en route?”
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The voodoo gods immediately let Al know all was not right. He switched to internal air, though he was pretty sure this wasn’t that kind of problem. “Well hell, that ain’t promisin’.” Al said, and went for the most obvious solution. Too fast for the eye to follow, his scarred hand darted and flipped the lid shut.
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“Astral what….? Sheee-it, Ace, we don’t need that Satanry. Ya done bitch-slapped the locks, now open the damned box or I will for ya.”
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Yeah, I had it in my head that someone handed Al the box at the hut.
I don’t remember the exact post, though, so it’s possible I’m wrong.
Seems like we’re past that point now, though.
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Al glanced with contempt at the Satanic ritual performed so shamelessly before them. He had long since resigned himself to association with the minions of Mephistopholes, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.
Looking around the place for somewhere to work on the box, he saw Bronwean laying out her lock picks. She was always eager to ply her craft, and he figured that was how she’d learn. He pulled out a chair, spun it around and sat across it with his forearms resting on its back. Then slid the box across the table to her. “Give ‘er a go if you’ve a mind to, Ace. But somethin’ nasty Jack-inna-Boxes out, it’s on you.”