Voice of the Voiceless

[Voice of the Voiceless] [Rules!]

1. msg me any applicable flaws/merits now via PM and feel free to spam your spheres/strengths in the group chat if you want. (helps players organise and helps me cheat)
2. Try keep posts short and sweet if possible, lets keep it moving
3. I will post once after everyone has posted unless stated otherwise
4. When/if combat starts please don't go AFK
5. Riley sucks don't make her angry
6. This could be dangerous for your char! You've been warned! Danger isn't just for WTA!
7. If theres anything horrible that you really dont want to see msg me now in IM or PM either or (shouldn't be anything horrible though)
8. Riley sucks.

[Voice of the Voiceless] It's strange events which lead this merry band of brothers (and sisters) out into bronzeville tonight. Riley has been lead out by her work, ready with her gadgets to solve every tech problem under the sun, she's been given an address far the fuck out in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. It's an abandoned house and there is nobody home save a few mice and spiders. The spiders lurk in the shadows. Beware of the arachnids Miss Poole. Nearby however, Thomas and Morgan stroll along on their way back from the little tavern they like to call the horse and trumpet. So James with his strumpet, hailing from the trumpet, peruse the avenues of the back streets and by ways of the uniquely individual bronzeville.

James has been texted by Johnnie the weapons dealer. He's been asked how Alex is doing and if he's been a good boy with his new toy. Of course he has James, don't look like that.

And so the mystical beings converge, perhaps not together yet but it is only a matter of time. The streets are dark, not even electricity likes to come out here unless it has to. There is the sound of occasional gunshots, but thats like birds chirping in this part of town. Just the background buzz.

[Morgan Lake] [Aware!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [so THOMAS NOT JAMES *slaps self*]

[Voice of the Voiceless] [I GET CONFUSED BY THE LOVE TRIANGLES]

[Riley Poole] [aware aware]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[James Blake] (( Perc + Aware. -1 pool, wound penalties. ))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Thomas Taylor] ((Per & awareness))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 6 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] To EVERYONE.

Oh how the senses are sharp tonight, awareness is a great thing. Especially when you recognise known individuals by their smelly resonance. They can feel each other, both known and unknown. Though there is another presence, something slightly different. There is a fifth presence out tonight somewhere. It tastes of pursuit and stubbornness.

[Riley Poole] [First one of the night, this bodes well]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Morgan Lake] After working out, Morgan'd wanted to shower - she really had. But the entire gym had smelled like hepatitis waiting to happen, and she found herself wary of touching . . . well, much of anything. So she'd used paper towel to turn on the sink and taken a whorebath, put on fresh deodorant and changed into street clothes to head to . . . a bar.

Where she ordered a coke. (And keep 'em comin'!)

Now, she's out and they're walking back in the general direction of the gym, except Morgan is Questing, and curious if not Curious - this is a part of town she seldom sees, and so she figures she may as well explore while she's here, and not alone. Being . . . you know, not suicidal. It's a rather long way back that they're taking, that leads them through ruins that photography students love to get at for their projects, to talk about how dank and desolate and dying the city is. Oh, Morgan knows those arts students. But then, there!

".....you feel that, right?"

It's for Thomas, who walks beside her, as she goes a bit more tense. As often as not, groupings of mages mean trouble.

[Riley Poole] She drove. All the way down. To motherfucking Bronzeville. On a Saturday night. She left a perfectly wonderful family dinner to come to an abandoned house. Riley looks up at the darkened windows, and the only thing that keeps her from knocking down that rotted wood door is the sight of a large body scuttling along on two many legs across the cracked pane.

Of course she wasted the gas. Of course she wasted her time. She sighs and starts to head back to her car when she feels it.

Something calmly destructive. Or destructively calm. A less familiar discerning wither. And two resonances she's never encountered before. Her own has changed since two of those approaching encountered her. It's no longer merely electric. A new sensation opens a hollow in the gut, leaves them wanting...something, leaves them with a craving that will never be satisfied.

Riley turns her head to the east, like she'll be able to see it from here at this time of night. Well, awesome. Awesome awesome awesome. Something stubborn and pursuing.

In Bronzeville.

Her instincts aren't like those of the other magi. Her instincts tell her to go home, grab a pint of ice cream from the fridge and veg out in her room. That craving, though...

Now that she's sensed it, she has to know what it is. She has to know what's causing it and why it's out there, what it's doing. She has to take it apart and put it back together. Like hell she'll go it alone, though.

She seeks out the deaf Chorister she knows is out there, who hopefully can sense her coming as well. Regardless, when she finds James, she taps him on the shoulder.

[Thomas Taylor] Who did not need a shower, of course he was less concerned about it, He felt the roughing it might be good for her, build character up and of course there was the fighting. It all started to round out with the pub, if you gave him a coke he would have pushed it to Morgan and ordered a real drink, it a pub for Christ sake.

They were walking around the place he had started to call pope (Home), close by her side half a smoked cigarette in his lips (Regardless of any protesting) and he reaches up and takes it from his lips as he looks about.

“Aye pet...I do.” He sounds surprised; he was never very good at sensing but this rang clearly to him. A small furrow appears as he looks to her and she tenses. “This ain’t gonna be robin is it pet?” It was a question but he knew the answer to it...and this was looking so much like a good night. He starts moving “I think I sense Jim on the dog though, he is with sumone...” Unknown thought he felt that Electric craving near James “He might be in bother come on.” He takes her hand her aversion to touching be damned and starts a run/jog, no doubt coming around the corner just as Riley was putting her hand on James shoulder

[James Blake] There are at least a few people who would kill him if they knew he was out walking around with cracked ribs. Which is why he hasn't told them. He had business to take care of. Couldn't spend the night lying in bed. So he's out. He's not wearing a suit tonight. He's wearing sandals and cargo shorts and a loose t-shirt. It advertises a band he has never heard. Conceals a handgun he probably can't fire proper. His senses are open despite the ache in his chest...so he feels that pursuing stubbornness and knows where to find it. So he's aware of Riley before she comes out of nowhere and taps his shoulder. He turns toward her. At least he doesn't step back before she can punch him in the face like he did the last time. Hi, he signs. Forces himself to speak his next question. "Feel tha'?"

[Atlas Mason] [Per+Aware]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] They converge, the two bar crawlers appearing only moments after Riley and James say hello. There is nothing behind them, nothing to the sides. Only the soft glow of lights coming from a singular seemingly active factory in a long row of otherwise still and dark ones. The factories lie up ahead on the road, turning off to the left and veering along in a straight line. Just visible to them is a large truck parked outside the one with lights on.

It just so happens another resonance blips up on the mystics may-dar. Deranged and Luminous, it may be familiar to some. It moves steadily closer, coming from the same direction that Morgan and Thomas just arrived from.

[Morgan Lake] Morgan was not the captain of the track and cross country team because she was the fastest or had the best form, but because she can last longer than almost anyone, and because people tend to listen to her, to value what she says. Or did. Whatever. So she finds her hand in Thomas' and herself pulled along for a bit of a jog (she pulls her hand back almost as soon as she realizes he's taken it, but keeps up none the less), around a corner to where she sees . . . Riley and James.

Her face softens when she sees the Chorister, and there's no doubt that it's different than most people have seen her look at anyone; a smile rises to her lips, and never mind the conversation they'll have to have eventually.

Riley she knows, and the girl's changed - Morgan looks her over, and the smile only grows. "Hey, Riley, isn't it? You've been up to something . . . good, I'll bet."

Then, another feeling that she knows better than any currently present, and her face lights up to match the moon in the sky. "Atlas is close."

[Atlas Mason] It had been intended to be a short, sweet trip out into the city, a quick run to an old electronics shop for a few extra transistors and vacuum tubes, he was always needing more vacuum tubes, those pesky things would break at the drop of a hat.

But the fates had other plans for the Etheric traveller as he walks along he senses the others nearby, all of them he recognizes, and one...one unusual set that he does not. But first comes first, Atlas makes to converge with the others, his long corduroy covered legs carrying the man quickly to his destination, rounding the corner he spots the backs of Thomas, and Morgan holding hands no less which gets a smile, and he spots Riley and James as well all of them get that amiable smile as he steps forward.

"Social acknowledgements and inter-communicative displays of comradarie to each personage present." Atlas says as he steps close to the group, looking briefly to Morgan with a bemused smile before looking about.

[Per+Alert]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Riley Poole] Riley's dressed in relatively nice-ish clothes tonight. And by relatively nice-ish, that means her blue t-shirt is clean and her khaki capris don't have any food stains on them. Her black and white Cons aren't any more scuffed than they usually are.

She nods to James, yeah she felt that. Looking over to the other converging resonances, she recognizes Morgan more definitely, and Thomas a little from the meeting over the business with the two cabals. "Hey," she greets with a smile and a wave. Nice and all that.

"Yeah, I--"

Another resonance, more familiar, tugs at her senses. Riley's face lights up a little at that. Not nearly as much as Morgan's She hasn't seen Atlas in some time, not since they lounged around his boat drinking frozen margaritas and mourning the dead tubes inside the Lafette.

When she sees the Etherite, she lifts her hand in a wave. Strength in numbers, maybe. And speaking of strength in numbers. "I'll be right back."

Morgan isn't the only runner present. Riley is tall and slim and lithe, and she runs with good form. Maybe she wasn't on the track team, but one doesn't grow up with a personal trainer for a father and not pick up a few things. She jogs back to her car, and there's blipBLIP as she unlocks it with the keyfob. From the backseat she retrieves her brand spankin' new (to her) baseball bat. When she returns to the group, she holds it up a little, to explain her brief absence.

"Could come in handy."

[alertylert]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Morgan Lake] [Alert!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Thomas Taylor] As soon as Morgan reacts like she knows Riley Thomas stops his run, his jog goes to a stop as he looks to Morgan then the group, he caught it just. Look noted. He quickly turns away and focuses his eyes on the factory as he takes a few steps away from the group cigarette put back in his lips as he looks to the van then the factory again before turning back towards them. A wave to James if he looks his way and a small nod to Riley in greeting. He could feel Atlas too thought the man’s resonance was not as well know to Thomas, when she mentions him he ticks the box

“Where missin’ one, sumthin’ else is ‘ere.” Stating the obvious he looks around hoping to pin point it, knowing that he most likely cannot. Smoke coils about it; it seems agitated, angry as it wanders from his nose and off into the dark dank air.

Tom is dressed in ripped jeans, converse that look like they should be falling apart and an Adidas tracksuit top.

((Not wanting to make a face, look for the danger, Perception & Alert))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] They can make out the pitter patter of feet from down the street, its leading towards them and its running fast. Suddenly it stops.
to Morgan Lake, Thomas Taylor

[Morgan Lake] ".....yeah, and it's coming this way," she says, automatically signing for James now that he's here, whether or not he's looking her way. "What is that?"

Spidey-senses are tingling, and Morgan is not a run away sort of girl. In fact, she automatically steps towards the front; there are three people she cares about here, and one she likes, or could if they knew each other better. (And the last has a bat. And she's seen Thomas fight. Still, she's Hermetic, and the apprentice of a Tytalean.)

[Atlas Mason] Atlas turns in the direction of...something his hands twitching as if there was something he wanted to grab, something he wanted but wasn't there. He does however reach into his pocket and pull out a small, unassuming pen laser. He then looks towards the others and speaks. "Aberrant factors are currently converging upon this locality, unprepared individualized paradigmic personages should prepare necessary counter measures, or prepare to systematically withdraw until precise intent and plan is ascertained."

Morgan had stepped forward as well, the man nodded to her, before he starts to move slowly in the direction of the noise, pen laser held out infront of him.

[James Blake] James is oblivious. He sees Morgan and Thomas...actually feels before he sees them. He tries to get the lot of them into a circle so he can read everyone's lips. But it's dark. So he misses most of what everyone says. Morgan's signing helps. He sighs when she steps in front of the group. Grabs her by the upper arm and hauls her back with the rest of them.

[Riley Poole] Riley's head snaps in the direction of the factory and the van, like a dog with a scent. There are no physically pricked ears here, though. Riley just turns and looks in the direction where she heard something.

She frowns at that, and her grip on the bat shifts. No longer just an idle hold, this one means business. She would offer it up to those around her, in case they need some form of protection, but she knows Atlas, has seen what he can do to zombies. Thomas looks like he can handle himself just fine, and James. Well, Riley doesn't want to put any weapon James' hands.

"Shit, that was a kid."

Morgan and Atlas move ahead, Riley's totally cool with that. "Something fell. Might be whatever was headed this way, I don't hear it anymore." This...she's not entirely sure how to signal this to James, so she leaves that up to Morgan.

Then she utters words she never thought she'd hear herself say in a group of magi when strange things are afoot.

"We should check it out." Readying her bat, she doesn't let Atlas stay ahead for long, but steps around and heads for where she saw the kid disappear.

[Thomas Taylor] Thomas turns his head, he heard it movement, he looks to James Morgan and Rileygla Le Fay was puled back by James “Le Fay, let Jim know wats goin on” He knew James would be struggling to keep up and how could he hear, the fact she started signalling made her the most fluent in sign. Riley starts talking as he quickly moves after Atlas, then she gives the down low...

At the mention of a kid he swears under his breath his fist clenching up relaxes and moves past Atlas “Move it or loose it Doc!” And like that he is off, who know a smoker could move so fast.


((Lets see if he has any running left in him, Dex and Althletics))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] When they locate the sound, it is a truly gruesome sight. A boy lies face down on the pavement, one arm pinned underneath him, the other stretched out; bent and broken into grotesque bends and angles. He's whimpering softly and when he notices the footsteps of the incoming mage's, his body shakes and he lets out a cry of panic. He attempts to push himself up with his good arm, but to no avail. All he can manage is to roll over onto his back.

Then they see his face, bruised and beaten to a pulp. His right eye is swollen completely shut and blood seeps out of his mouth when he opens it. He's young, fifteen maybe at the most. A nice face, clean and he might be handsome one day. If ever gets there. He speaks through shuddering gasps. There is no resonance emanating from this boy.

"Pleeease.. p-p-please.. don't hurt me.. p-p-please.. "

[Morgan Lake] James pulls her back (she was perhaps half a step forward, and turned sideways so she could sign . . . slowly, clumsily, but it's enough to get the point across, and enough so that James doesn't have to try to read lips) and she gives him a look, paired with a raised eyebrow.

Questioning, or perhaps challenging - she feels stagnant, still, and nothing about her likes it. She's a girl who's always looking for something, is Morgan. And then there's Thomas, taking off at a run, and Morgan scowls. Sure, she might have been stepping forward to serve as apprentice flavored meat shield, but at least she hadn't gone running headlong at danger. Now, she pulls a wand from a pocket (why yes, yes she is a 'Potter'), and crouches to draw on the pavement under her feet with it.

The bent and broken kid? He gets a curious look. Morgan's bedside manner is not the best.

[Corr + Prime, Watching the Weaving, active magics if you got 'em!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Success x 2 at target 3) [WP]

[Riley Poole] [I am not a doctor!: WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Atlas Mason] Atlas arrives a little while after Thomas, and he looks at the boy oh so briefly, he doesn't have the skills to help a child, and his way of talking would likely scare the hell out of the child, so as callous as it might seem, Atlas continues past the child, heading in the direction of the Factory, it was fairly easy to deduce that it was where the child had come from, and where the damage had been sustained.

"Any capable individual ascertain the extent of nominalization degradation within the pre-pubecent homo sapien sapien. Continuing forward movation towards indicated target." Atlas however doesn't run, hes not foolish, hes been through far to many scraps and outright war's to know that running ahead, means running dead.

[James Blake] The last 2 times he went off somewhere with her boyfriend one of them came back injured. So James can't fault Riley for not trusting him with a weapon. There's nothing wrong with his eyes though. He just can't hear. Which puts him at a disadvantage when things are falling...or whatever it is that's going on. He relies on the others for cues. When Riley turns her head, he looks that way. When Thomas takes off running, he tenses. Looks around at the others. Takes off after him...as well as he can wearing sandals and with a couple cracked ribs. That's the first time he realises what happened. He crouches down so he isn't towering over the kid. "Don' move," he tells him. Only his V sounds more like a B. He looks at Tom to see if he's going to try talking to him. Morgan is way back there...which is just fine with him.

[Voice of the Voiceless] Morgan uses her spheres to sense the magic around her.. but there is none.. but wait-- whats that.. its faint.. ever so faint coming from the direction of the factories. Prime in use.. but its there just a moment and then its gone.
to Morgan Lake

[Riley Poole] "No you stupid!" Riley starts, but Thomas is already off and running past her. She sighs and continues forward.

When they come upon the prone and broken body of the young boy, Riley gasps and quickly claps her left hand, her free hand over her mouth. Dark eyes wide, she stops outside whatever loose formation the other mages have made around him. Arms aren't supposed to bend like that. Riley's no stranger to broken bones...when they're hers. Luckily, the geek doesn't flip out on them and run the other direction.

James bends near the child, Morgan keeps back a little.

Riley hurries to catch up to Atlas. He's the one, of all those present, that she trusts the most.

"So what d'you think?" she asks. Clearly, Riley has no problem deciphering his strange way of speaking.

[Thomas Taylor] If Thomas thought it was so dangerous his life was in danger there no way on god’s green earth he would have run forward, but he had back up, other mages plus it was a child, even he had some decency and respect his run stops all momentum gone.

Toms does kneel by the child, his voice quiet, hushed trying to instill some confidence they were not here to hurt him. He understood never like this but Thomas knew pain, of being a child, of being hurt. “Easy there squire, we ain’t ‘ear to ‘urt ya, trust me.” He looks over the boy and Riley working on him “Stay still squire, yer bein’ might brave, am Tom by the way, Tommy to me friends.” He offers a hopeful smile as he looks around making sure James can see his face “We need to get ‘im to a hospital yesterday. I can carry ‘im but no transport.” He then looks around to everyone else focused on James he could see there responses.

((you can trust me little child, the strange speaking english man, Char & Expression))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [wp]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 3, 8 (Failure at target 8)

[Morgan Lake] Morgan does not stay back for long - she stays back long enough to do her thing, and then she presses forward, and . . . well, doesn't leave James alone. What she does do is stop Riley. "Hey, careful back there, yeah? Someone's using Prime. I'll stay with James and the kid."

Which she does. She is not a soft, caring sort of girl these days, this Morgan Lake, but once upon a time? Once upon a time, she was a nicer person. So she crouches low again, favoring her right ankle (the one she twisted earlier), and signs what she says so James knows what's going on - after just signing about the magic.

Ars Vis, back towards the factories. "Hey kiddo, I'm going to call for an ambulance. Talk to us, okay? Want to tell us what happened?"

[Voice of the Voiceless] The boy looks at James through one bloodshot eye, he can't even form words. His breathing becomes slow and laboured. Then Thomas is there, kneeling by him and when he finishes speaking the boy almost smiles through that beat up visage. He seems to let out a sigh of relief.

"t-thank-k you-u.. im tom to-oo hee!"

He tries to laugh but his body convulses in a flood of shakes and tightening of pain. He coughs and blood spews out onto the concrete at Thomas' feet. After a moment collecting himself he turns his eye to Morgan.

"Y-you have to h-help.. m-my- boss.. C-colin.. in the factory.. you have to help him... you have to stop them..." His eyes go wide and he draws a breath. "I-I fuck it hurts..i can't... I'm cold.."

[James Blake] He has no clue what Ars Vis is but now's not the time for a vocab lesson. He lets Morgan talk to the kid. It's too dimly lit for him to be of much help without casting. He stays crouching down though. If he could hear...or had any idea what the kid was saying...he might think there was plenty suspicious. As it is he's out of the loop. He pulls out a lighter and appears to play with the flame. What he's really doing is seeing how bolloxed this kid is.

(( Entropy/Mind/Prime/Time 1. Coincidental. Difficulty 4, -1 foci. ))
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 5, 10 (Success x 2 at target 3)

[James Blake] (( I like to call that effect "Noob Sight" ))

[Atlas Mason] Atlas looks over to Riley as he moves forward and shrugs. "Conurrent data is insufficient to ascertain direct intent or intentions, however corresponding activities would indicate a hostile, paradigmic individualized personage operating within the adjacent physical structure." He says gesturing towards the Factory.

"We shall assess and engage if necessary." He says frankly, and rather quickly as he continues forward, heading for any windows, or doors available.

[Riley Poole] It's good that Riley walks away. There's no telling what Riley might have done if she'd seen blood spewing from the boy's mouth. she's reaching for her phone when she hears Morgan telling the boy she's going to call an ambulance. Almost, almost she gives up the search.

But while she listens to Atlas and his take on all this, she pulls up her contacts, selects a few, and spams them with some less than welcome news. Rather than dropping her phone back into her messenger bag, Riley slips it into her left pocket. And while she's putting things where she can get to them easily, she withdraws that chaotic blade, slides that into her right pocket. Something might happen to her bat, after all.

God. When did she get so many weapons? When did she get so used to getting them ready for a fight? She feels like one of the survivors in L4D. She's got her bat and her blade (don't need to reload either of those). Now all she needs are some provisions and she's absolutely ready for the zombie apocalypse.

Which, hopefully, is not what they're about to find at this here factory.

"That's what I was afraid of. I can get is in a door or something if it's locked, probably," she adds, noting the way Atlas looks for an opening they can enter the building through. "Maybe." So confident, this one.

[Thomas Taylor] He looks at the blood at his feet, some on his converse “Stay with me Tom, you can be Tommy number one.” He then pats his own chest “Am Tommy number two, yer better lookin’ anyroad.” A wink to the kid but it weak, this was going one way.” Be brave number one, were gonna get the fixers in, sort you out real robin you’ll see.” He takes off his top and puts in on the childs chest, it might keep him warm for the few moments Thomas thought he had left to live but he had no medical skills, looking around none of them had so he is at least a human being and pulls out his phone dialling 999 then he swears an angry stupid cursing as here- dials 911... He looks to James and Morgan “Go on I’ll catch up...”

With the phone to his ear he looks down at the child again. This is why the world was fucked, this is why it was down the pan, this is why he was what he was... “Don’t fret Tom...it’s only a flesh wound.” The lie becoming ever more apparent on his lips, words he said before.

[Riley Poole] [ARETE 2 FINALLY ZOMG!: Matter scan: diff 4-1 (focus) "There's an app for that"]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 5, 6 (Success x 3 at target 3) [WP]

[Morgan Lake] "We'll do what we can, yeah? I'm still going to call the ambulance and tell them where you are. Then I'll go with my friends, alright?"

And she does just that - rings 911 and gives a location while she's following after Riley and Atlas. She doesn't even know basic first aid, so all she can do is call an ambulance. Well, that and . . . get in a fight, maybe?

[Heightened Senses: Hearing - Mind 1, Life 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 (Failure at target 3)

[Morgan Lake] [retry!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 4)

[Morgan Lake] [.....and again. +WP.]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 2 at target 5) [WP]

[James Blake] He slaps the lighter closed. A blister will form on his thumb but he didn't burn himself too badly. The kid, though...James puts his lighter away and moves his hand in Morgan's line of sight. When she looks over he gives her a sympathetic look and signs. Slowly. She's still learning. He's going to die before an ambulance comes. Nothing we can do. Doesn't matter. They're both dialing for an ambulance. Tom tells them to go on. But James doesn't move. He focuses on the throbbing in his chest and lays a hand on the kid's shoulder. The Hollower is doing a good job calming him down but really...there's nothing else he can do right now.

(( Mind 2, Prime 2 - Hope's Birth. Coincidental. Difficulty 5, -1 foci. ))
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 4) [WP]

[Voice of the Voiceless] The boy looks up at them all, the smile is gone and his body is shaking. "Help me... I dont want to die... I dont want to die.. please ..." His hand reaches out and clings to Thomas before going slack and hugging the mans top to his body. Then he feels the hand on his shoulder, his whole body jumps and he turns to regard James.

But then.. then his body stops shaking, his chest rises and falls weakly and he smiles at James.

"Thank.. t-thank..."

Then he's gone.

[Atlas Mason] Atlas surveys the area, noting the three men who are, for the time being unaware of their presence. He considers his options, and gestures for them to back up just a bit, staying out of sight of the individuals located there. "Synaptic codification has identified two primary forms of forward momentum in accelerating the assessment of this juncture.
Form a, direct force enabled opposing assault upon the three personages stationed at this locality, termination of their force driven armature additions would be 98% probable. Further deactivation of their personages would require...scaled force resulting in complete termination. Form b, obtain alternate entrance via opposing wall utilizing light-matter theorums."

He lets that hang, and waits to see what Riley has to say on his suggestions.

[Thomas Taylor] His call never got through, in what kind of world were you held for an ambulance, this one apparently. He kneels down so Jim can see his face and lies so the kid can hear “Ambulance called.” He then leans down by Tom number one “Yer brave mate, am gonna go ‘elp Colin now...see ya soon Tommy number one.” He touches his hand a moment as it reaches for him clenching it as he drops. He stands detached now, it had happened he had passed no emotional connection beyond the small talk they had, and the top left his arcane will ensure it never gets traced to him. He stands and walks forward with the rest not letting them get too far away a smoke placed between his lips as he lights it walking up to Atlas, Riley and Morgan “Wat we got?” His face showed barely contained emotions. Someone, something looks like it was going to get the seven shades of shit knocked out of it.

He pulls out his phone, looking at the screen as he taps some buttons focusing his magic

((Landscape of the Mind, Correspondence 2, Diff 5, -1 rote, -1 for foci, Diff 3))
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 10 (Success x 1 at target 3)

[Riley Poole] Riley whips out her cell phone and pulls up an application no doubt installed by her illustrious and currently poorly fed mentor. Not for long, though. No doubt he's being treated to some left over salad and homemade chicken pot pie and mashed potatoes.

Right now, though, out here, Riley's resonance builds around her. It charges the air. It draws out that fierce craving. In her it's that need to know, to understand. Who knows what it means for Atlas, or Morgan coming up behind them now.

She scans the boxes being carried, and frowns. "It looks like they're moving around relics, antiques. Old ass shit, man. Except..." she looks at the data she's received. "Something in there's really new."

When she looks up, she notices the men as well. She has a bat, and a dagger. She's not entirely sure what Atlas is capable of outside of exploding zombies. But that way, fighting those guys and incapacitating them, that way lies run-ins with the law and guilty consciences. At least for Riley.

"I think we should find another way in, yeah. I doubt we could take them out before they raised an alarm, anyway."

[Thomas Taylor] ((Extended, Diff 4))
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 2 (Botch x 1 at target 4)

[Morgan Lake] "....." Dead kid.

Morgan's hands, for a moment, are limp, lifeless, and then she's shaking her head, moving away, distancing herself. That's a thing she can't deal with. The blood and broken bones are gross, yeah, but . . . well, dead kid. Thomas doesn't know why she reacts so strongly, but James does; the look on her face is denial, and she almost bumps right into Riley and Atlas, still looking towards James, Thomas and the kid.

Then, though, she hears what Riley and Atlas are saying, and she looks - sharp, alert.

[Looking for a way in, doot de doot, +2 to Perception for Heightened Senses!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 5, 6, 6, 6, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] As they gather near the factory, the men finish their unloading and then gather up around the doorway. They pull out cigarettes and light them up, chatting and laughing away.

[Voice of the Voiceless] Morgan is clever tonight, she spots a concrete wall running along beside the factory.. it would provide excellent cover if they moved along it. She also spots another door, closed towards the back of the factory. There are no guards there.
to Morgan Lake

[James Blake] He can't feel the boy's spirit actually leave his body. He watches the life drain out of him though. Not before the fear does. His hand stays on the boy's shoulder after he becomes a corpse. Tom stands up and walks away. James takes a moment longer. He scrubs his face with his other hand and draws a breath. He can't stay here all night though. And the longer he's separated from the group...the less he'll know what's going on. As he stands James lights a cigarette. He walks over to where the others are. Moves his hand to get their attention. "Ki' say his boss's insi'. Men...how many?"

[Atlas Mason] "At this juncture the particular structures under manual movation are of minimal impact upon this current dynamic. I shall engage and actualize an alternate plane of light transference and diffusion that will negate these individuals capability to spectrally identify our physical structures as we movate to a suitable locality to gain entry to the primary target structure."

He reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a mirror, double sided, and begins to spin it between his fingers, as he aligns the laser to redirect light so that from the guards persepective...no one is there.

"If vocalization and additional environmental accoustics are relegated to a minimal impact level, our progress should remain unimpeded."

[Forces 2 Wall of invisibility Base Diff 5 -1 Quint -1 time taken WP spent]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 4 (Success x 1 at target 3) [WP]

[Thomas Taylor] It goes wrong, he feels reality breathing down his neck, reality wanted to take him and beat him, more than one thing would get the seven shades of shit beaten out of it. He braces, cringes turning his head away so no one can see...
Then it happens, his T-shirt crumples away into ash around him leaving him topless, ash covering his torso, muscles and scars shown to the world as he blinks once, twice, three times. He looks at everyone eyes half closing. As he peers
No reality had just sent him a little message, something in the post that said ‘”I’am waiting Tommy’.

Well it was hard to hide the fact he was now topless the ash being blown off him as he pats it off “Errr, awww fuck...”

[Atlas Mason] [Extend +1 diff]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 4)

[Riley Poole] Riley says, for Morgan to translate because the girl knows more signs than Riley, who would have to make things up and pray she's understood, "Three outside that we can see. Don't know about inside. They don't seem to be moving anything interesting, just old stuff."

"What does oh. Nice," she finishes at a whisper.

[Morgan Lake] "There's a wall, there," she says and signs, pointing towards a thing that no one else can see, just yet. "We can go along it without . . . what Atlas says. And there's a door back there."

And yes, she moves away from smokers without thought - it's habit, second nature. She does her best, though, not to wrinkle her nose.

[Voice of the Voiceless] [ OH NOES+1]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [+2]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 3 (Failure at target 8)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [+3]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 5, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)

[Thomas Taylor] ((Dex & Stealth plus Arcane 2))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 10 (Failure at target 5)

[Atlas Mason] [Dex+Stealth]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Riley Poole] [stealth? diff 5+1]]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 5, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6) [WP]

[James Blake] (( Dex + Stealth. -1 pool, wound penalties. ))
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7)

[Thomas Taylor] ((What trying again even a topless man can be sneaky right))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]

[Morgan Lake] [Dex + Stealth, +1 for unskilled]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]

[Voice of the Voiceless] Two of the three men pause, their cigarettes fall limp in their hands and suddenly they drop them stomping them out.

"You hear that shit bill?"
"Yeah boy, what was that?"
"What you two snitches talking about?"
"Shhh shut up dick head fred"
"Sorry.. george.."
"I SAID SHUT IT"

The three are now moving closer, stepping towards the invisible area. They seem to be looking right at the mages, but they can't see anything.

[Atlas Mason] Atlas raises a finger to his lips, and makes sure that EVERYONE see's it. He motions for them to move, very, very slowly. If they got out of that immediate space, they would hopefully be able to avoid the sentries gaze.

But precautions were necessary, and Atlas reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a small service revolver and flicks the safety off.

[Voice of the Voiceless] [clickity1]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 9)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [2]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 2, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 9)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [3]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5 (Botch x 2 at target 9)

[James Blake] It's dark, but they can still see the look on James' face when Atlas shushes them. Great. Because nothing says "stealthy" like a tall injured deaf guy wearing sandals. James takes one last drag off his fag. Crushes it out. He debates taking off his sandals. But they're in the south side. No way is he going to risk stepping on a hypo or something. So he just moves very very slowly.

[Voice of the Voiceless] "Theres something fucking there" Bill pulls out his baton, george does likewise.
"I heard a.."
"yep."

Then they go silent, they edge closer. Too close.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

[inits!]

[James Blake] 6
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Morgan Lake] Morgan stays quiet, as much as she can, and now stays with the rest - the sound of Atlas' gun makes her flinch. The men coming close makes her flinch harder.

[+5!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Voice of the Voiceless] [bill +5]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Voice of the Voiceless] [fred +5]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[Voice of the Voiceless] [george +5]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Riley Poole] James isn't the only one who sucks at this ninja business. Riley tries. She really, truly tries to move quietly. But she can't stop the scuffing of her sneakers.

And that gets heard. Internally, Riley swears up a storm. This is going to be so bad. So so very bad.

[+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Atlas Mason] [Init +5]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[Voice of the Voiceless] [ THOMAS +5]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[Voice of the Voiceless] [1 james
2 morgan
3 riley
4 thomas
5 bill
6 george
7 atlas
8 fred]

[Voice of the Voiceless] [doomdice]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Voice of the Voiceless] [again]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[Voice of the Voiceless] [again]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Voice of the Voiceless] [fred 1a weapon strike on Riley]

[Atlas Mason] [Atlas will hold action to get himself up to the top of Init]

[Atlas Mason] [1a Shoot Fred]

[Voice of the Voiceless] [george 1a weapon strike on thomas]

[Voice of the Voiceless] [bill 1a weapon strike on atlas]

[Riley Poole] [1a:
1b: Bat/bat on Bill]

[Morgan Lake] [casting]

[James Blake] (( 1: Block Fred ))

[Morgan Lake] [My bad! Morgan r Garou. Casting Resist Pain!]

[Morgan Lake] [Mind 1, Life 1, Resist Pain, +WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 2 at target 4) [WP]

[Thomas Taylor] ((Punch George))

[Riley Poole] [1a: Bat Bill: -2]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Riley Poole] [dam: +1 +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Riley Poole] [1b: Bat Bill: -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Riley Poole] [dam: +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Thomas Taylor] ((Dex & Brawl))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 6, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Thomas Taylor] ((Damage))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [bill @ atlas]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [dmg str+1+1]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Atlas Mason] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 4 (Failure at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [george strike @ thomas]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [dmg str+1+1]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [thomas soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Atlas Mason] [Shoot Fred]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Atlas Mason] [Damage +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [fred 1a -1(wound) @ riley]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[James Blake] (( Dex + Brawl, block! -1 pool, wound penalties. ))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Riley Poole] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [dmg str+1 +1 @ james]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[James Blake] (( Ack! ))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [NEW ROUND DMG TALLY

[1 james 1L2B
2 morgan OK
3 riley OK
4 thomas OK
5 bill 1b
6 george OK
7 atlas 1b
8 fred 3L]

[Voice of the Voiceless] [trav is being a dick and reminding me JAMES = 2B2L]

[Voice of the Voiceless] The battle is quick, fierce. Batons swing out viciously, punches are thrown and Riley's bat goes soaring through the air, smacking bill right in the stomach. Across it all comes the cracking gun shot from Atlas. Loud, so so fucking loud. And in this quiet factory district at this time of night..

[Voice of the Voiceless] [fred 1a swing @ atlas]

[Atlas Mason] [1a Melt and reform Fred's stick]

[Voice of the Voiceless] [george 1a swing at thomas
Bill 1a swing at morgan]

[Thomas Taylor] ((the old one two))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[Thomas Taylor] ((The two))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[Riley Poole] [Reflexive: "James, you stupid idiot, dying won't win you any points!" He can't hear her. Frankly, Riley doesn't care.
1a: Sweep Bill off his feet &+9829;&+9829;&+9829;]

[Morgan Lake] [1a: dodge to in front of James]

[James Blake] (( 1: Cast Mind 2, Prime 2 - Forgot what it's called. Nomey knows what I'm doing! ))

[James Blake] (( Mind 2, Prime 2. Coincidental. Difficulty 5, -1 foci. Extending for multiple targets. ))
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 5, 10 (Success x 3 at target 4) [WP]

[Morgan Lake] [Redeclare at +1-ish, maybe: knock down George]

[Morgan Lake] [Dex + Brawl, HAIL KAHSEENO]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 5, 5 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]

[Voice of the Voiceless] [george stay up!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 7, 7 (Failure at target 8)

[Morgan Lake] [damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Riley Poole] [bat sweep Bill: dex + melee]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [dex+ath EEEP]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Riley Poole] [dam: +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Thomas Taylor] ((Damage))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [bill 1a strike @ morgan -1(wound)]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [dmg str+1+1]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [george 1a GET UP]

[Atlas Mason] [Arete base diff 6 -1 quint -1 rote WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 4) [WP]

[Atlas Mason] [whoops one sec]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 9 (Success x 2 at target 4) [WP]

[Voice of the Voiceless] Fred squeels, and its got nothing to do with the heavy punches from Thomas or the bullet wound in his shoulder.

"EW WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!"

[Voice of the Voiceless] [fred punch +1 dif (changed action) -2 dice (wound) @ atlas]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [oops 1 succ didn't alter dif]

[Voice of the Voiceless] [dmg str]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] The girls are onto it, sweeping out the legs of their enemies. Riley hurtles that bat of hers right into the knees of poor bill. Some how he manages to stay up though, Morgans victim is not so lucky. Slamming to the ground. James is building something.. something good.. it hasn't shown itself yet but.. soon my pretties soon..

Thomas is like rocky, 1 2 1 2 smacking the already bleeding fred into a bruised mash of flesh. Seconds before atlas just straight up turns his weapon into goo in his own hands.

[dmg tally for enemies
George OK
Bill 3B
Fred 2B3L]

[Voice of the Voiceless] [1 james
2 morgan
3 riley
4 thomas
5 bill
6 george
7 atlas
8 fred]

[Voice of the Voiceless] [fred 1a punch atlas]

[Atlas Mason] [1a pistol whip Fred]

[Voice of the Voiceless] [george 1a hit morgan!
Bill 1a hit Riley!]

[Thomas Taylor] ((Moves from Fred to help Morgan with George going to kick him in the nuts))

[Riley Poole] [omfg BAT SWEEP STAY DOWN]

[Morgan Lake] [Punch George]

[James Blake] (( Extending! ))

[James Blake]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 6 (Success x 2 at target 4) [WP]

[Morgan Lake] [Dex + Brawl, +1 diff]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 6, 6 (Failure at target 7)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [fred wp +1(extra dice of potency on rote]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 3 (Botch x 1 at target 9)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [george]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 10 (Success x 1 at target 9)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [bill]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 4 (Failure at target 9)

[Voice of the Voiceless] James unleashes his magic, he's spent time to build it up. He wants to affect all three of these punks, and he does. His voice tears inside their mind, emotions flooding through them. Fear, panic, terror and despair washing over their senses. Two of them can't handle it at all, Bill's eyes go wide and he turns on his heel, begins to run. Fred is the worst off, already bleeding and horribly wounded he simply falls to the ground shaking like a baby, George is the only one who holds his ground.

[Morgan Lake] [Yay, Damage!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Riley Poole] [bat sweep Bill]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5) [WP]

[Riley Poole] [dam: +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [dex+ath -1 wound]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 5 (Failure at target 8)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Thomas Taylor] This was brawling, take them down as fast as possible ergo the bollock kick, you never have them armoured

((Kick to his nuts, +1 diff targetted))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 7) [WP]

[Thomas Taylor] ((Damage))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [George OH MY GOD IN MY GROIN AREA YOU HIT MY BUSINESS TOOLS]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] George @_@ (STUNNED)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [bill 1a GET UP]

[Voice of the Voiceless] [george @_@ STUNNED]

[Atlas Mason] [Pistol Whip]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 5, 6 (Success x 2 at target 4)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Atlas Mason] [Str +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] Fred "HELP ME MUMMY" *quivers on ground*

[Voice of the Voiceless] James' rote works amazing, the guards are incapacitated, all except one... who shortly after standing strong against the mental assault -- gets what feels like a sledgehammer straight into his coin purse. His eyes go wide, he tries to scream but theres no sound that esacpes his lips apart from a husk high pitched eeee and then he's toppling over, immobile from the pain.

Bill turns, tries to run away and gets knocked in the back of the legs by Riley's baseball bat. Fred remains lying on the ground, crying and sobbing.

[Riley Poole] [clinch!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Riley Poole] [dam: +0]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Voice of the Voiceless] [soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 2, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)