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Yah I'm only in a few games and all have slowed to a crawl. I'll make sure to check in and make sure I'm not holding things up :)

J.R. plucks an earbud out of his ear as Cyril paces back and forth. There's a faint sound of Metallica playing through them. He listens for a few seconds of Cyril's over dramatic report and shrugs, placing the ear bud back into his ear.

Saint nods to the group. "Three hours, got it, see you there." Saint's avatar strains his head backwards, looking to the sky and is enveloped in light and then is gone, indicating Saint his disconnected. Saint unpacks the data folder and spreads it out on the wall in front of him, the virtual...

Saint gives Aleksander a curt nod as he left the meeting. "Do what you want. If you have your dreams set on driving some sort of windowless petto van then by all means. I just need to know where we're meetin, when, and to do my homework."

Bella will try another shot at the closest dog. Attack Roll: [roll0] Damage: [roll1]

(OOC :: Are the dogs close to Bella? I don't know if ranged takes penalties in melee range.)

"Let's do our homework and meet up either later or tomorrow. Where we meeting?" He swipes the file up to the wall in front of him for later, and waits for responses from the others.

"This doesn't make any sense." The clouds surrounding Saint seem to darken and little flashes of light can be seen in them. "If they need us to do something like snuff out their rivals, how the Hell are they going to handle a councilman and his security detail? We are much more qualified than...

The avatar representing Saint is different this time around. It is surrounded by dark clouds that follow him as he steps forward into the conversation. The avatar has a long black trench coat similar to what Saint actually wears on runs. However the avatar's "body" was completely transparent...

"Sweet Jesus..." Saint has to catch himself as he stumbles backwards over the coffee table in the living room. He only has one friend he can truly count on and that was Max. Saint immediately contacts him. No answer. Without much of a choice he leaves a message, "Max, it's Charles. Something...

(OOC :: Oops swap those numbers around, added the bonus to the wrong roll.)

Bella fires another bolt, prioritizing animals closest to the group. Attack: [roll0] Damage: [roll1]

I'll work on a post later today... Right now is bed time :)

Yah CB you've been helpful to me in the other games that we are involved in so I'll do my best to help out where I can. I play Saint, ex military, handy with guns and all around badass. Your idea for being the social one is intriguing considering we are more of run and gun type crew. Could open...

It doesn't hurt my feelings guys :) I felt really awkward as well. As for the new system to be implemented I'm fine for whatever. Personally I'm a sucker for good posts and it doesn't take much to impress me. As for a new player I'm fine with that as well. I believe CanadianneBacon showed...

J.R. helps unload the SHO, placing bags that don't belong to D0 at a central location for people to get to their stuff. He nabs his tablet and ear buds and lounges in his cot.

J.R follows Feral and T-Dawg into the weight room to take a look and seems surprised Marks isn't tearing the group a new one over the damage to the car.

Karma distribution: Glasseye: 2 TFP: 2 Shayuri: 1

As soon as Bella has a shot she lets loose a bolt from her Crossbow. Initiative: [roll0] Attack: [roll1] Damage: [roll2]

J.R. feels his cheeks get slightly red. How to let Bertie here off gently without being a total dick... "Sorry Ma'am but I'm spoken fer. Yinz have a good night." He adds in a polite smile for good measure and pushes the cart of newly acquired items out to the car.