Nightlife
Nightlife
I see the sidearm come out, and I shake my head, sending a small spatter of blood across the floor the club. I hawk, and spit a glob in the air and opportunity between us.

"Bit late for that Boyo. How much juice you got left?

I'm just gettin' warmed up."

'—tremely dangerous, CK. Look, we've got so many options f.. this. We will.....Hirosaki, in his escape, accidentally....tran...ssion.....crypted. He...id 'Mullens has be...hit'. We've go...name, let's do this the smart..ay.'

I cannot tell how long he'd been talking.

'Say again, Hiro? Communication's rebooting.'

A long tube gently slides down the sleeve of my left arm, once again gripped in my hand.

I can't exactly stop to discuss this with Hiro. Systems are coming back online, and I can feel the dense, heavy wet that a bleeding wound offered. The air cooling the blood, but it's thick ichor preventing the transference of that heat to my skin.

I shuffle around the turned over table, and ready my weapon. Well, both of them, but the small tube was going to be a surprise when you got close enough to—

The Massive two-handed sword comes sailing in like a kinetic missile, burying itself into the back of Zephyrus' leg.

It was like witnessing a UFO, or perhaps the first intercontinental ship to cross the Atlantic. It was as if I couldn't quite make it out.

Celestine-

That is, until your shining form comes blazing in after it.

Severing The leg of his overpowering target in the blink of an eye.

I pause, Dumbfounded. The blade in my hand retracts up into my wrist, and the small tube is held away, the back of my hand facing you.

"Holy shite."

Nightlife
I see the sidearm come out, and I shake my head, sending a small spatter of blood across the floor the club. I hawk, and spit a glob in the air and opportunity between us.

"Bit late for that Boyo. How much juice you got left?

I'm just gettin' warmed up."

'%mdash;tremely dangerous, CK. Look, we've got so many options f.. this. We will.....Hirosaki, in his escape, accidentally....tran...ssion.....crypted. He...id 'Mullens has be...hit'. We've go...name, let's do this the smart..ay.'

I cannot tell how long he'd been talking.

'Say again, Hiro? Communication's rebooting.'

A long tube gently slides down the sleeve of my left arm, once again gripped in my hand.

I can't exactly stop to discuss this with Hiro. Systems are coming back online, and I can feel the dense, heavy wet that a bleeding wound offered. The air cooling the blood, but it's thick ichor preventing the transference of that heat to my skin.

I shuffle around the turned over table, and ready my weapon. Well, both of them, but the small tube was going to be a surprise when you got close enough to—

The Massive two-handed sword comes sailing in like a kinetic missile, burying itself into the back of Zephyrus' leg.

It was like witnessing a UFO, or perhaps the first intercontinental ship to cross the Atlantic. It was as if I couldn't quite make it out.

Celestine-

That is, until your shining form comes blazing in after it.

Severing The leg of his overpowering target in the blink of an eye.

I pause, Dumbfounded. The blade in my hand retracts up into my wrist, and the small tube is held away, the back of my hand facing you.

"Holy shite."

Nightlife
Most birds of prey are equipped, habited by an exceptional ability to look down, to scan the ground beneath them for rodents taking cover. Eyes exceptionally well-tuned for long-distance survey but all in the evolutionary specialization of being the hunter.

Of dominating the sky with impunity, beyond reach.

It's why predatory raptors are equipped to fly an echelon above, to use the sun as cover, or to build terminal velocity and shape their swoop.

For hunters like Zephyrus, the open sky is an asset he assumed dominion over, why he chose these half-outdoor venues to set meetings in.

From that sky came Retribution.

The hemispherical radar covering everything above ground normally showed nothing, perhaps distant AVs crossing the airspace in the distance, things with a large signal return.

Nothing person-sized, at least until now.

The first thing to arrive was a glowing Flamberge, near-vertical as its energetic hum was the only thing to give it away, a sound lost to the music echoing away, blanketing the club.

It bit through the rear of Zephyrus's raptorial, mechanized leg, almost making it completely through.

A split-second after that, Celestine, propelled down under the tucked and streamlined overlap of her wings which rode her shoulders like a giant, folded metal fan. The titanic crash of soot-covered gold that was her armor smashed into the protruding handle of her weapon and Skewered the Mercenary's leg into the already-battered floor of Club Corona in a crash of conclusive violence.

The blade-like slats of those wings hinged out as she rose, unfurling into a wide stretch as they set into a heat dissipation configuration, like a comet that crashed to Night City.

Waterfall View
Sometimes it's good to be reminded how far you have come in ten years, even if it feels like life never stops sucking.

out

Vittoria has started a new game with the following players:
Vittoria

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 6 0 2 1 6 6 5 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " v i t t o r i a " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " v i t t o r i a " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 6 0 2 1 6 6 5 }

Waterfall View
switches over to grumpy Watson mode again

giggles
Makes a c’mere motion of fingers

Waterfall View
sighs and mutters about insomnia

Vittoria has started a new game with the following players:
Vittoria

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 6 0 2 1 4 9 9 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " v i t t o r i a " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " v i t t o r i a " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 6 0 2 1 4 9 9 }

busted.. lol

Beautiful, thank you..

Vittoria has started a new game with the following players:
Vittoria

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 6 0 2 1 3 0 7 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " v i t t o r i a " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " v i t t o r i a " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 6 0 2 1 3 0 7 }

V

Nightlife
The next two moments play out too quick for me to fully comprehend. The Blade was heading up toward your midsection, and then the burst of speed had you deflecting it with a skitter of metal on metal, first from my own cable, and then a plate of armor. It over-extends me, extending my arms to purchase nothing but air.

The high-quality of my optical augments catch a flash of your helmeted face directly in mine before

WHAM!

My vision goes dark. The rattle of my skull has my optical implants rattling in my eye sockets and the familiar pain of a not-yet-healed number of scrapes being reaggravated inside my left.

But that takes much less of a precedence to the blast of blood that my nose sends down the lower half of my face, and the wedged-forehead slicing a wide arc down the side of my skull.

I'm barely awake as your form hammers into mine, and I go tumbling backwards in wide arcing splatters of blood. Knocking over a nearby table by rolling directly into its base. It falls, I continue on like a bowling ball. I strike it's top edge and it falls flat. Upside down, landing hard on whatever glass didn't shatter with the initial tumble in a high-frequency crackle.

My dagger goes tumbling in another direction. I come to rest, and I lay still.

Opening an eye and the wandering spotlight lights it up with a brilliant blue as I see the diplopic form of your Menace before the augment rapidly refocuses to get my brain and my eyes to start speaking again.

Hiro says something, but it's coming through like morse code.

Another long, thin blade is slide out from my forearm and placed into my hand.

"Alright, Now you've pissed me off."— Is what I wanted to say.

"Blpplllph."

Is what my mouth, full of blood, instead deposits on the club floor.

I get to my feet.

Easy as feck.

Reloading dice from saved data.

Found data from roll: 1

[6,4,4,2,6]

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 6 0 1 9 9 4 4 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " j a c k l y n " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 1 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 6 , 4 , 4 , 2 , 6 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ f a l s e , f a l s e , f a l s e , f a l s e , f a l s e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " j a c k l y n " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 6 0 2 0 3 7 0 , " l o a d e d F r o m P o s t " : 1 7 1 6 0 1 9 9 4 4 }

jacklyn has started a new game with the following players:
jacklyn

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 6 0 1 9 9 4 4 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " j a c k l y n " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " j a c k l y n " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 6 0 1 9 9 4 4 }

jacklyn has started a new game with the following players:
jacklyn

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 6 0 1 9 6 5 5 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " j a c k l y n " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " j a c k l y n " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 6 0 1 9 6 5 5 }

Nightlife
'See, easy as feck.'

As the electrical payload dumped, The electrical connection went back into charging mode, that would use my body's natural movements to siphon off little bits of power until the reserves were full again. I could jump at as little as 15%, which would be available to me in no time at all, but wouldn't have the charge to deliver another debilitating current any more impactful than the low voltage of a farmer's electrified paddock.

'Careful, I've got a few short-waves pinging out from your location.' They were encrypted, of course, so Hiro wouldn't be able to see what they said, but this number of them only meant reinforcements or Police. Neither of which I was super keen on running into. I watch as you slowly get to your feet.

'All good, Just got to get some neurotoxin in him and We can—'

Then my arm is practically yanked from my socket and I go tumbling forward. I hadn't fully hit skin, and therefore my attack had fallen short.

Speaking of falling short, I hit the dirty dance floor in a heap, my left arm outstretched. A rotation in my wrist has the cable disconnecting at that point, And I'm climbing to my feet.

Right hand in a fist, around the hilt of the long, thin dagger. A sloshing, dull-green liquid in a vial; set into a hollow carved directly into the cannelure near the tang.

Left hand, palm splayed. I go from two points of contact to three, and from three into a rushing dash the short distance to close the gap between you and I.

"Ungh!"

Exertion in action. Left hand around the fist of my right, looking to try and brute-force this blade of mine between tight-knit slats of high-grade armor.

You can probably guess what's in the vial.