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The Juggler quickly produces a handful of shuriken and lodges them at the Crier with stunning accuracy. "Have at thee, knave! Avaunt!" http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=853341Attack Roll, 29. Precise Shot, Autofire, Throwing Mastery. Save DC 22 +1/2 the excess of the Criar's Defense...

The Juggler's going to give Archeville such an earful when this is done. As soon as he's done with Zenji. ;)

The Juggler quickly lobs a Gum Ball at the Criar and his thug, then glances at Jack. "You get Mr. Machine Gun!" He backs away to a spot where he's got an adequate amount of cover... Attack result, 23.

After Jack's comment, Simon sighs, and then begins to follow him in. Once inside, the Juggler pulls out a throwing knife, and launches it at the Crier. It strikes a smooth arc over the man's right shoulder, hits the wall, bounces and then heads for the Crier's arm. First roll, a 13, so...

The Juggler sommersaults to an area that gives a good shot, and throws a Flasher Ball (Flash-bang grenade) towards the crooks to cover his fleeing allies, while muttering to himself. "Honestly... Amateurs! What's next? Demanding a white horse to ride in on?" His initiative roll, if you...

The Juggler strokes his chin. " 'Twould be easy for me to sneak inside and create an opportunity for the rest of our bold team..."

The Juggler seems somewhat amused by Dr. Archeville's question. "People rob banks, dear chuck, because to quote the great William Sutton, 'that's where the money is'." He strokes his chin, idly. "Red costume... sonic powers... who does that remind me of?" Well-Informed, Gather Information...

The Juggler leaps up and enters the elevator walking on his hands, before doing another flip to get himself right side up. "Don't need help myself. These days I'm never out of character." He has, at some point, changed costumes once again, into a little number of bright canary yellow and neon...

With a cartwheel, Simon Bateleur enters the room. "The Juggler arrives, to dance daintily with death, at the Resolutes bequest." He immediately leaps on the table, lies down, and rests his feet on a chair. "So, let's get down to business. What problem requires the aid of this motley crew...

The Juggler nods. "I believe my moment has come! Now, if you'll excuse me..." And with that he sommersaults across the room.

The Juggler sighs at Mr. Jones comments. "I suppose if you enjoy being treated like a trained seal and wasting your time on trivialities, that sort of life is fine. But I found that with great power comes the obligation to use that power for great things..." As Dr. Archeville enters, he...

The Juggler smiles. "I found theft and robbery to be more rewarding financially and spiritually then working for the applause of the hoi polloi." He leans back against the bar. "Or at least back in the old days, I did. But now I'm reformed!" He raises his left hand and places his right on...

Simon smiles as he picks up the glass, his hands moving deftly. He smiles as he listens to Masako's description of his 'powers'. "Oh, I can do a lot more than that, my dear." He leaps over the bar, and pulls out a deck of cards. "You see what most people don't understand is that the...

Simon sighs. "Same boat at the moment, my cossack companion. You wouldn't believe the paperwork that a man such as myself has to wade through. It's maddening..."

Simon begins to mix her a drink, twirling bottles around artfully as he does so. "Well then, Masako, if that is your problem, I recommend you broaden your horizons. It's amazing how enjoyable things you wouldn't imagine you'd like can be when you give them a chance..." He hands her a drink...

Simon grabs the brain and begins juggling. "Ahh. You fancy long talks about Kant and Hegel, and that sort of thing? Chat about art works? I robbed the Louvre once, and so I've picked up all sorts of handy tidbits."

Simon smiles, and pulls out a little baton, which he begins to juggle idly. "I've got a great deal of stick as well, and believe me, Ms. Quasar, I'll happily toss both your way, whenever you ask." He nods, and begins to mix up the drink. "Maybe a pina colada then? I have to admit, that was...

"Many are called, but few are chosen, my metal-laden myrmidon," replies Simon with a casual slouch. He smiles at Monkey Wrench. "And rest assured, I have no plans to cart you off to the vet. Heaven forfend."

Simon expertly throws the bottles back into their proper niches and then does a sommersault from the bar onto the floor. "You are correct, sir. I've joined the side of angels." He points to a small Resolute symbol pinned to his outfit. He grins. "I had to. Prison was too unpleasant for...

The Juggler proceeds to deftly pick the fallen monkey up and set her on the bar, his expression offended. "Are you asking me if there is alcohol in Ms. Wrench's banana daiquiri? It's daiquiri! Of course there's alcohol in it! 'Eat, drink, be merry, for tomorrow you may die' that's my motto...