Stripes curses under his breath as he fails to find another way in.
Alright dice roller, let's keep up this understanding we have...
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Stripes curses under his breath as he fails to find another way in.
Danny was too busy worrying about what people would think of him in the future to notice anything except his own pulse, racing in his ears.
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Marcus, Stripes and Rick manage to pick up the sound of footsteps and whistling coming around the building. Seconds later, the figure of a man appears. At first glance, he does not seem to notice the group as he stumbles over to nearby dumpster, unzips his pants and begins to relieve himself in a corner. The whistling continues as he does this.
Danny fought hard to resist the urge to tap the stumbling man on the shoulder and call him disgusting.
It wasn't the relieving himself in the street, it was just that on some level, Danny took vague offence to being in front of someone when they did.
On the other hand, he was also bad at knocking people out, or generally doing anything that didn't involve a: putting things together or b: possibly putting a sword in something.
And he was quite shaky on b.
He gripped his cane and looked hopefully down the line. Surely one of them had to be a guy who was good at that sort of thing?
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Stripes sheathes his claws, he's not looking to kill this time but this guy needs to be moved out of the way.
He slides up behind the punk as quietly as he can, ready to try and grab him. Provided this guy doesn't pick up on him, Stripes plans to grab him and drag him back somewhere to be tied up or knocked out.
OOC: I assume I need to wait for the punk's perception check before I try to grapple him though?
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Smudge, who has completely missed the man pissing into the wind, is still staring at the door....
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Well at least the guy's back was to them. Rick wasn't particularly eager for this to be any more of a show than it already was.
And at least he seemed to be relatively oblivious.
He hefted the tonfa again in his hands, obviously ready if he needed to take action...but gave Marcus a meaningful look. If he needed to pick someone out of their current group to take a man down without killing him Rick wouldn't even hesitate before looking to the Metalflesh. Even if the entire Freehold was at his disposal, he wasn't sure the choice would be any different.
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Marcus nods once toward Rick before he tries to make his way quickly and quietly as close behind the pisshead as he is able in order to take him by surprise. Once he is within range, the metalflesh intends to ambush the poor sod and take him down before he even has a chance to cry out.
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The whistling continues as the man manages to pull a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He finishes his business and zips up his pants. However, he does not turn around just yet, as he fumbles with his lighter and drops it on the ground.
"Damn, what da fuck," calls out the thug, crouching to pick the lighter back up.
Since he failed his Perception check, if anyone tries to jump him now he'll be taken by surprise
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