Everest City (Risus Combat Test Run.)

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Joshua retreats to try and polish his bling. It had been nearly ruined in the blast. (Collection Maintainence)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Unfortunately, in the middle of a fight, he can only give his equipment a cursory shining. Not back up to it's former luster, but at least enough so that he won't be ashamed walking down the street. A man has to have standards, after all.

-->Ace (Kendo 3, Parkour 2, Improv 2, hardened body 1) 22
Oliver Finnegan (Pure Rage 1) 9
Axle (Pyromania (3), Burnt Nerves (1), All Star / Home run Striker (1), Equipment Manager (2)) 9
Anita: Hairdressing (5), Fashion Sense (1), Expensive Clothes Saving Evasive Maneuvers (1), Smart-Talkin' (1)
Joshua Spain  (Bling Armor (2), Collection Maintenance (2), Heavy Lifting (1), Unweighted Speed (2)) 7  

[Mik_Hael]

Ace looks at his flaming sword. "Well this sucks..." Ace comes between joshua and oliver, seathing his sword and wielding a lid from a smouldering garbade bin as a weapon/shield, and swipes downard across Olivers head and solar plexus, attepting to incapasitate him.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The attack comes down on Oliver's head. The strange thing is, he doesn't buckle. In fact, he doesn't even move. He begins to lift his head, the lid moving up despite your best efforts to hold it down. He looks you in the eye, and that look would make lesser men void their bowls. It as the look of a man who had had everything taken from him.

He wrenches the lid from your hands and beats you over the head with it. He then looks at Axel.

"You!" he shouts, in a distinctly American accent. "Do you have any clue how long I WORKED AT THAT LOOK!?!?!

He lets fly with the lid hurling it like a makeshift discuss, right at Axel.

(Phi, you won on the counter attack. Feel free to take him out any way you like.)

->Ace (Kendo 3, Parkour 2, Improv 1, hardened body 1) 22
Axle (Pyromania (3), Burnt Nerves (1), All Star / Home run Striker (1), Equipment Manager (2)) 9
Anita: Hairdressing (5), Fashion Sense (1), Expensive Clothes Saving Evasive Maneuvers (1), Smart-Talkin' (1)
Joshua Spain  (Bling Armor (2), Collection Maintenance (2), Heavy Lifting (1), Unweighted Speed (2)) 7  

[Philote]

Axel still stood burning from being at point blank range in the explosion. The fires didn't hurt him, they were like a breath of fresh air. He had experience with burning before, he knew how much longer he had before the fires would take too much of a toll on his body and the medical droids would take him away.

He had plenty of time to knock this guy out.

Axle deflects the incoming trashcan lid with his bat and with a crazed grin, charges Oliver. In Axle's experience, most people did not have a defense for a flaming lunatic coming at them with a baseball bat.

(Pyromania 3)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

(You had already won with the counter attack. You don't even need to roll.)

The bat smashes into Oliver's head with a Crack and Sizzle. His knees start to shudder, but he still finds the strength to grab your shirt and pull you nose to nose with him.

"You...I'll dog your steps...to the gates...of.......hellllllllllll" He collapses on the ground. The Med-droid spirits him away, turns around to look at you all, decides that you're just well enough that it doesn't have to worry, gives a little bob, and tut-tuts away into the sky.

On the ground is Oliver's watch. It seems that the same process that cleaned him worked on it to, and it glitters against the setting sun.


!!!!VICTORY!!!!

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

You are all battered, bruised, burnt, but not Jacked Up. Thank god for that, you hear that kids actually come out of that hospital worse then they went in. They just seem to be, well, weaker is all.

Still, your all pretty weak, and gangs are always looking to beat on weaklings. Lucky for you, you can see that, right outside the alley, there a grub joint run by the Iron Chefs, one of the cities Guilds. You should be able to heal your physical cliches in there.

(Decided to give a basic tutorial of how things work in the city. Feel free to get a feel for your character and one another.)

[Philote]

Axle patted out the fires on his body and extinguished the fire on his bat, he would save the cloth to burn for later. He expected he probably needed some skin grafted on his body, but for the moment, he was still able to walk.

With the urchins defeated, the only thing left to do was to head to the Iron Chefs joint. Even insane people had to eat.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Joshua snatched up the watch it would make a fine addition to his collection.

[Mik_Hael]

Ace walked into the dynar and ordered a drink. In a few seconds he began condunctin maentenance on his weapon...It would have to be repaired.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Finally Joshua made his way into the restaurant. It smelled delicious on the inside.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The diner is run by a local branch of the Iron Chef Guild, the cities most trusted food distributor. It look like the spitting image of an old 50's diner: jukebox, counter, soda jerk, the works. This isn't unusual: The Iron Chefs always decorate to the taste of the areas biggest gang. In this case, The Greasers.

Guilds are different from gangs. Guilds are a group of resourceful kids who have some sort of marketable skill and put it to good use. They generally recruit from the cities younger population, those who are too weak or scared to get out there and bloody their knuckles don't have much of a choice. This means that guilds are often weaker than gangs, but no one dares touch them. See, they have a simple way to get revenge: If one of their people gets jacked up, they stop doing business withe everybody in the area until the perpetrator is taught a lesson. Needless to say, the offending gang usually ends up wrecked to a man. There are lots of guilds in the city, The Letter Bees, The Rail Tracers, The Disc Jockeys, but the one we're meeting now is the Iron Chefs.

The Chefs are there to provide a valuable service to the community: Taking the flavorless crap the city pumps out to feed us and somehow, through arcane knowledge, turns it into a tasty, home cooked meal. Gangs flocked to the first openings, and conflicting reports say that Lorenzo Gandor, head of The Suits, bursting into tears at his first taste of something that actually had a taste in months. Since then, the Iron Chefs have only expanded, and are now are the most plentiful Guild establishments in the city, acting as both a good place to get a meal and a popular meeting place for rival gangs, who don't want to risk scaring the Chefs away by fighting. They even double as med stations. Get into a scrape and all you have to do is pig out at your local eatery. The city puts something in them to speed along the healing process.

A young waitress comes up to your group as you sit down at the counter.

"So, what can I get for ya?"

[Philote]

"I'll take your best burger" I say as I receive a strange look from the waitress. I'm sure she has seen some damaged kids come through the door, but one as burned as me would of been taken to the hospital by now.

When I finally receive my burger, I sink my teeth into it. The Iron Chefs really knew how to do their job. After a couple bites, I could feel the strange sensation of new skin growing over my body.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Good food will restore all of your physical cliches. You can even take some with you. It won't be as good as fresh baked, though. And it won't fix broken equipment.

Axle
Pyromania (3), Burnt Nerves (2), All Star / Home run Striker (3), Equipment Manager (2)

"So. what'll it be for the rest of you?"

[Mik_Hael]

Cofee, black.  and whatever pie that is in the container.

[Philote]

I order three more burgers from the waitress. A side effect of constantly having to regrow the burnt areas of my body was having quite an appetite, especially for the Iron Chef's food with its restorative properties.

Another thing that I had to develop was a taste for the food that would inevitably get burnt from being taken with me.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The pie is pineapple, and you can feel your wounds stitching themselves back up as you eat.

Unfortunately, your sword is in now way healed by the meal, still looking shared and black. The Waitress eyes the blade while picking up your plate, and pints across the street.

"You know, if you want that fixed, you could always go across to the Outfitters place over yonder. They can fix up anything."

The Outfitters are who you go to when you need something repaired. They're masterful craftsmen. Most of the cities weapons and makeshift armor come out of their armories, which scatter the city. They're also the most likely of the Guilds to throw down in a pinch, and they have the firepower to take out anyone who steps up to try.

->Ace (Kendo 3, Parkour 2, Improv 2, hardened body 2)

[Mik_Hael]

"Thank you for the advice." I finish the meal and make my way over to the Outfitters. Opening the door to their building and walking through, "Excuse me, Is there anyone in heere at the moment who can fix swords?"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

As you enter the outfitters, it seems to look less like an armory and more like a warehouse. Various items are strewn about and hung up on the walls. An arcade machine in the corner, stacks of plates, works of art, some recognizable brooms, and even a complete rack of a dozen or so personalized leather jackets. You can only see the name on one of them: Danny Boy. The shipment must be for The Greasers.

At the back a chubby twelve year old idly plays a game of 5-finger fillet. When he see's you he stops and holds up the knife proudly. "Like it? Made it myself for Danny Boy out of some scrap metal."

You can see that the switchblade very well made.

"A sword, huh? What kind?"

[Mik_Hael]

I nod in agreement after looking over the switchblade and pull out my sword after he asked his question. "Basic wooden katana, with an iron core for extra durability."