Location: Champions Sports Bar.
When Hill walked in, Sam watched him for a moment to see if he was alone or meeting others.
Then he’d said,”Scuse me, Father,” and went to Hill.
“Detective, lemme buy you a drink. I’m a reporter. Name’s Sam Jones. I was wondering if you could shed some light on the Foundry’s White Widow Maker for me,” Sam said, smiling with his mouth but not with his eyes.
Hill face turned to an expression that Sam could read all too clearly: 'Another Damn reporter'. Hill said, "Look I have nothing new to tell you that isn't in my report and I didn't tell the other reporters. If you leave now, I will take your number and call you first if I dig up anything new."
"Look, I know you don't believe me, none of the others did either but I mean it. Just getting a drink in peace tonight means that much to me."
Thump! Thump!
The grenades quickly filled the bar with tear gas. The gas was a thick gray haze which clouded the entire bar in a thick fog. Phantom could easily move to his target. There were two men where he had placed Detective Hill to be. His combat senses kicked in. He could tell there were 4 other armed people in the room. Most likely cops, there were 3 bruisers and 5 non-combatants which were 2 women and 3 men. All were bent over struggling to breathe. None had made a move for him or the doors yet.
In the haze Phantom could not tell which of the two men was Hill.
Sam tried to stay as calm as he could but the tear gas was burning his eyes and lungs. He couldn’t catch his breath and his eyes were furiously watering in a vain attempt to clear the irritant from them.
"No!" cried Sam. "Not here! Not now damn it!" Sam was thankful that the tear gas would obscure what was about to
happen... except from Hill and the alabaster angel of death. They'd have a front row seat.
Sam's hand shook and the drawing of the white widow maker fell from it. His face turned red and contorted. Bulged impossibly like it was going to explode. And then it did.
The front of his face detonated forward violently into its new, longer shape. His torso writhed and cracked as it grew larger, bursting free of his shirt and jacket like they were tissue paper. His arms flailed wildly as they grew longer... thicker.
"I said NO!" he growled sharply, sounding more beast than man.
Naked from the waist up, his skin rippled over musculature that crawled with a life of its own. Then thick hair sprouted over that, dark and hard as pine needles.
"Raugh!" he barked and the voice was a snarling wolf and a roaring lion.
His eyes were pleading for help and then they took on the pupil and iris of a panther... and the hunger.
The cat eyes looked at the trembling, fur covered hands as they sprouted black claws. The eyes closed as the jaws cracked painfully and filled with long, ravenous fangs.
"ROOOAR!" The bar patrons might have thought a grizzly bear was somewhere inside that tear gas cloud.
The thing was nearly seven feet tall now, a savage amalgam of man... feline... lupine... simian... ursine. And then it spoke!
"Enough pussy footing around, you weakling," it snarled to no one in particular. "I'll get the answers we need." The eyes, reflecting light like a nocturnal predator, focused upon Hill. "He'll be only too happy to help ME."
Smiling darkly to show all its terrible teeth, the Man Beast grabbed Detective Hill.
happen... except from Hill and the alabaster angel of death. They'd have a front row seat.
Sam's hand shook and the drawing of the white widow maker fell from it. His face turned red and contorted. Bulged impossibly like it was going to explode. And then it did.
The front of his face detonated forward violently into its new, longer shape. His torso writhed and cracked as it grew larger, bursting free of his shirt and jacket like they were tissue paper. His arms flailed wildly as they grew longer... thicker.
"I said NO!" he growled sharply, sounding more beast than man.
Naked from the waist up, his skin rippled over musculature that crawled with a life of its own. Then thick hair sprouted over that, dark and hard as pine needles.
"Raugh!" he barked and the voice was a snarling wolf and a roaring lion.
His eyes were pleading for help and then they took on the pupil and iris of a panther... and the hunger.
The cat eyes looked at the trembling, fur covered hands as they sprouted black claws. The eyes closed as the jaws cracked painfully and filled with long, ravenous fangs.
"ROOOAR!" The bar patrons might have thought a grizzly bear was somewhere inside that tear gas cloud.
The thing was nearly seven feet tall now, a savage amalgam of man... feline... lupine... simian... ursine. And then it spoke!
"Enough pussy footing around, you weakling," it snarled to no one in particular. "I'll get the answers we need." The eyes, reflecting light like a nocturnal predator, focused upon Hill. "He'll be only too happy to help ME."
Smiling darkly to show all its terrible teeth, the Man Beast grabbed Detective Hill.
He picked up his prey. Turning around Man Beast ran across the sports bar.
CRASH!
They ran though the Champions Sport Bar Window destroying the logo. Across the street Man Beast ran carrying his prey with him. Hill was bleeding but still conscious. The Hairy Hunter used the fire escape, window sills, and brick ledges to climb the side of the apartment building.
Undeterred Phantom followed the others through the shattered window. Quickly he realized his new opponent was faster than him. Since he couldn’t catch him on foot and the creature was already out of his shotgun’s range he pulled out his pistol and fired.
BLAM!
Phantom watched as Hill quit struggling and slumped in Man Beast’s arm. Both disappeared over the edge on the roof onto the top of the building. Hearing the approach of people coughing behind him, Phantom knew his shot had missed its intended target but had struck Hill instead.
On the rooftop, Man Beast inspected Detective Hill. He was not dead. He had blacked out from the bullet wound he had received.
<Due Date: March 17th, Actions? Replies?>
Current Conditions:
Phantom Hit Points: 23 Power Points: 50 Invulnerability: 5
Mossberg 590A1 Combat Shotgun - Flexible Baton Round: 9 Rounds
Ammo band on Shotgun: 9 Flexible Baton Rounds
Left; FN Five-Seven Pistol: 20 Rounds
Right; FN Five-Seven Pistol: 20 Rounds
4 extra magazines: 20 Rounds each
ABC-M7A2 Tear-Gas Grenade: 4
M50 Joint Service General Purpose Mask
Gerber Mark II Combat Knife
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Phantom
When Jeff posted his response it didn't hit me for some reason what he was up to - well played Jeff! Tom, excellent issue - I really appreciate the way you presented the opportunity to meet up with some really interesting NPC's - well done sir!
Between the two of you, you're making it very hard for me to start shooting people - damn you both for having those icky filthy things called mprales . . . err . . . mkrales . . . hmm . . . marales . . . ACK! I can't even spell the word without screwing it up lol ;)
Talk to you guys soon,
- Kev
Between the two of you, you're making it very hard for me to start shooting people - damn you both for having those icky filthy things called mprales . . . err . . . mkrales . . . hmm . . . marales . . . ACK! I can't even spell the word without screwing it up lol ;)
Talk to you guys soon,
- Kev
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Man Beast
OOC: Any reaction at all from Hill after Sam asked him about the white widow-maker and before the tear gas rolled in? Thanks.
IC:
"No!" cried Sam. "Not here! Not now damn it!"
Sam was thankful that the tear gas would obscure what was about to happen... except from Hill and the alabaster angel of death. They'd have a front row seat.
Sam's hand shook and the drawing of the white widow maker fell to the floor. His face turned red and contorted. Bulged impossibly like it was going to explode. And then it did.
The front of his face detonated forward violently into its new, longer shape. His torso writhed and cracked as it grew larger, bursting free of his shirt and jacket like they were tissue paper. His arms flailed wildly as they grew longer... thicker.
"I said NO!" he growled sharply, sounding more beast than man.
Naked from the waist up, his skin rippled over musculature that crawled with a life of its own. Then thick hair sprouted over that, dark and hard as pine needles.
"Raugh!" he barked and the voice a snarling wolf and a roaring lion.
His eyes were pleading for help and then they took on the pupil and iris of a panther... and the hunger.
The cat eyes looked at the trembling, fur covered hands as they sprouted black claws. The eyes closed as the jaws cracked painfully and filled with long, ravenous fangs.
"ROOOAR!" The bar patrons might have thought a grizzly bear was somewhere inside that tear gas cloud.
The thing was nearly seven feet tall now, a savage amalgam of man... feline... lupine... simian... ursine. And then it spoke!
"Enough pussy footing around, you weakling," it snarled to no one in particular. "I'll get the answers we need." The eyes, reflecting light like a nocturnal predator, focused upon Hill. "He'll be only too happy to help ME."
Smiling darkly to show all his terrible teeth, the Man Beast reached for Detective Hill.
OOC:
Goal:
Grab Hill and leave at top speed to a secluded place (leaping straight up to a rooftop?) where his terrible work can be done in private.
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Phantom
OOC: Wicked Jeff. Street Patrol's version of Jeckel/Hyde or Banner/Hulk maybe? Good storytelling style none the less.
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Phantom
LOVE IT!!! Jeff you are so going to get us ( i.e. Man-Beast and Phantom ) into a fight LOL! I was just working on my response for this issue as well, but got a bit stymied when it can to how to deal with you ( i.e. Sam ) - thanks for providing some direction lol
Son of a gun - A bar brawl was not the way that I had envisioned Man-Beast and Phantom starting off their relationship =D
Great stuff - talk to you soon,
- Kev
Son of a gun - A bar brawl was not the way that I had envisioned Man-Beast and Phantom starting off their relationship =D
Great stuff - talk to you soon,
- Kev
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Man Beast
OOC
Thanks guys.
Caught a typo:
"... and the voice was a snarling wolf..."
Also, Tom, if the Man Beast gets a hold of Hill, they're exiting the
bar through the big plate glass window in the front. It doesn't mind
if Hill gets scratched up in the process but it wants him conscious.
Once Hill gets his bearings he'll pull out his pistol. The Man Beast
will expect this and, if it's got an action, it'll attempt to
violently knock the gun from his hand like Roy disarming Deckard at
the end of Blade Runner... complete with wolf howl.
Only more... convincing.
:)
Thanks guys.
Caught a typo:
"... and the voice was a snarling wolf..."
Also, Tom, if the Man Beast gets a hold of Hill, they're exiting the
bar through the big plate glass window in the front. It doesn't mind
if Hill gets scratched up in the process but it wants him conscious.
Once Hill gets his bearings he'll pull out his pistol. The Man Beast
will expect this and, if it's got an action, it'll attempt to
violently knock the gun from his hand like Roy disarming Deckard at
the end of Blade Runner... complete with wolf howl.
Only more... convincing.
:)
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GM
GM IC: Hill face turned to an expression that Sam could read all to clearly: 'Another Damn reporter'. Hill said, "Look I have nothing new to tell you that isn't in my report and I didn't tell the other reporters. If you leave now, I will take your number and call you first if I dig up anything new."
"Look, I know you don't believe me, none of the others did either but I mean it. Just getting a drink in peace tonight means that much to me."
Then the room in filled with tear gas.
(I hoped you enjoyed your sneak preview into the next issue of Phantom/Man Beast)
Tom
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Man Beast
OOC: Hey Tom: Here's the final, proofread version. Please use this
instead of the other two. Nothing's changed, except I just folded them
into one post. Thanks.
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OOC: Any reaction at all from Hill after Sam asked him about the white
widow-maker and before the tear gas rolled in? Thanks.
IC:
"No!" cried Sam. "Not here! Not now damn it!"
Sam was thankful that the tear gas would obscure what was about to
happen... except from Hill and the alabaster angel of death. They'd
have a front row seat.
Sam's hand shook and the drawing of the white widow maker fell from
it. His face turned red and contorted. Bulged impossibly like it was
going to explode. And then it did.
The front of his face detonated forward violently into its new, longer
shape. His torso writhed and cracked as it grew larger, bursting free
of his shirt and jacket like they were tissue paper. His arms flailed
wildly as they grew longer... thicker.
"I said NO!" he growled sharply, sounding more beast than man.
Naked from the waist up, his skin rippled over musculature that
crawled with a life of its own. Then thick hair sprouted over that,
dark and hard as pine needles.
"Raugh!" he barked and the voice was a snarling wolf and a roaring lion.
His eyes were pleading for help and then they took on the pupil and
iris of a panther... and the hunger.
The cat eyes looked at the trembling, fur covered hands as they
sprouted black claws. The eyes closed as the jaws cracked painfully
and filled with long, ravenous fangs.
"ROOOAR!" The bar patrons might have thought a grizzly bear was
somewhere inside that tear gas cloud.
The thing was nearly seven feet tall now, a savage amalgam of man...
feline... lupine... simian... ursine. And then it spoke!
"Enough pussy footing around, you weakling," it snarled to no one in
particular. "I'll get the answers we need." The eyes, reflecting light
like a nocturnal predator, focused upon Hill. "He'll be only too happy
to help ME."
Smiling darkly to show all its terrible teeth, the Man Beast reached
for Detective Hill.
OOC:
Goals:
Grab Hill and leave at top speed, exiting the bar through the big
plate glass window in the front. It doesn't mind if Hill gets
scratched up in the process but it wants him conscious.
The Man Beast will race to a secluded place (leaping straight up to a
rooftop?) where his terrible work can be done in private.
Once Hill gets his bearings he'll pull out his pistol. The Man Beast
will expect this and, if it's got an action, it'll attempt to
violently knock the gun from his hand like Roy disarming Deckard at
the end of Blade Runner... complete with wolf howl.
Only. more... convincing.
:)
instead of the other two. Nothing's changed, except I just folded them
into one post. Thanks.
------------
OOC: Any reaction at all from Hill after Sam asked him about the white
widow-maker and before the tear gas rolled in? Thanks.
IC:
"No!" cried Sam. "Not here! Not now damn it!"
Sam was thankful that the tear gas would obscure what was about to
happen... except from Hill and the alabaster angel of death. They'd
have a front row seat.
Sam's hand shook and the drawing of the white widow maker fell from
it. His face turned red and contorted. Bulged impossibly like it was
going to explode. And then it did.
The front of his face detonated forward violently into its new, longer
shape. His torso writhed and cracked as it grew larger, bursting free
of his shirt and jacket like they were tissue paper. His arms flailed
wildly as they grew longer... thicker.
"I said NO!" he growled sharply, sounding more beast than man.
Naked from the waist up, his skin rippled over musculature that
crawled with a life of its own. Then thick hair sprouted over that,
dark and hard as pine needles.
"Raugh!" he barked and the voice was a snarling wolf and a roaring lion.
His eyes were pleading for help and then they took on the pupil and
iris of a panther... and the hunger.
The cat eyes looked at the trembling, fur covered hands as they
sprouted black claws. The eyes closed as the jaws cracked painfully
and filled with long, ravenous fangs.
"ROOOAR!" The bar patrons might have thought a grizzly bear was
somewhere inside that tear gas cloud.
The thing was nearly seven feet tall now, a savage amalgam of man...
feline... lupine... simian... ursine. And then it spoke!
"Enough pussy footing around, you weakling," it snarled to no one in
particular. "I'll get the answers we need." The eyes, reflecting light
like a nocturnal predator, focused upon Hill. "He'll be only too happy
to help ME."
Smiling darkly to show all its terrible teeth, the Man Beast reached
for Detective Hill.
OOC:
Goals:
Grab Hill and leave at top speed, exiting the bar through the big
plate glass window in the front. It doesn't mind if Hill gets
scratched up in the process but it wants him conscious.
The Man Beast will race to a secluded place (leaping straight up to a
rooftop?) where his terrible work can be done in private.
Once Hill gets his bearings he'll pull out his pistol. The Man Beast
will expect this and, if it's got an action, it'll attempt to
violently knock the gun from his hand like Roy disarming Deckard at
the end of Blade Runner... complete with wolf howl.
Only. more... convincing.
:)
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Phantom
> PHANTOM’S IC RESPONSE <
Through a combination of skill and raw instinct ( OOC: his Awareness skill, a Luck Point, Det. Hidden, etc. ) quickly makes a decision as to which of the two men is most likely Detective Hill and which one of them isn’t. Swinging the butt of his shotgun around, he drives it violently straight into his targets gut!
> PHANTOM’S GOAL(S) <
Phantom wants to get out with Detective Hill as fast as he can with as little fighting as possible.
> PHANTOM’S OOC RESPONSE <
If Phantom nails the right guy and Hill doubles over from the ‘gut-shot’, he’ll grab him by the back of the neck and drive him towards the front door of the bar. If he can get him to the front door, he’ll use Hill’s head to open it and drag him off into the night.
I’ll be honest – Phantom wouldn’t be expecting something like Man-Beast to be in the bar, but he is definitely prepared for trouble so I’m confident if a fight should break out between the two over Hill that Phantom would be ready for it.
Depending upon how it goes down; if Man-Beast and Phantom get into a fight, Phantom will either shoot him with his shotgun or hit him with the butt of it – in that order of preference.
If it comes down to a tug of war between the two for Hill, Phantom will let Hill go and shoot Man-Beast with his shotgun.
Talk to you all soon,
- Kev
Through a combination of skill and raw instinct ( OOC: his Awareness skill, a Luck Point, Det. Hidden, etc. ) quickly makes a decision as to which of the two men is most likely Detective Hill and which one of them isn’t. Swinging the butt of his shotgun around, he drives it violently straight into his targets gut!
> PHANTOM’S GOAL(S) <
Phantom wants to get out with Detective Hill as fast as he can with as little fighting as possible.
> PHANTOM’S OOC RESPONSE <
If Phantom nails the right guy and Hill doubles over from the ‘gut-shot’, he’ll grab him by the back of the neck and drive him towards the front door of the bar. If he can get him to the front door, he’ll use Hill’s head to open it and drag him off into the night.
I’ll be honest – Phantom wouldn’t be expecting something like Man-Beast to be in the bar, but he is definitely prepared for trouble so I’m confident if a fight should break out between the two over Hill that Phantom would be ready for it.
Depending upon how it goes down; if Man-Beast and Phantom get into a fight, Phantom will either shoot him with his shotgun or hit him with the butt of it – in that order of preference.
If it comes down to a tug of war between the two for Hill, Phantom will let Hill go and shoot Man-Beast with his shotgun.
Talk to you all soon,
- Kev
