Rolled 15

>>30133368
-Engage him in combat

[x]Nobody Ever looks up. Boot to the head!

>>30133368
>Engage him in combat

Nobody threatens to take a yandere away from her True Love and lives.

>>30133368
>Try to escape
We're an infiltration model, not a combat machine.

Rolled 51

>>30134441
And risk Ian getting shot?
>Engage him in combat

(GM: I'll take the best out of five rolls for the first attack, starting now.)

>Engage him in combat.

You grab a chunk of wood and throw it at your enemy, causing him to curse as he ducks out of the way.

"Give me a weapon." You instantly command Ian, your protective instincts coming to fore. Ian blinks before digging in a sidepack.

"Shit, I knew I should have saved up for a cheap pistol. Let's see, let's see...aha!" He pulls out two items, "They're not much, but they're all I have."

He holds out a Beehive Stun Gun and a plain Survival Knife, not much but your libraries have examples of being forced to work with worse.

-"Give me the knife, I'll engage him up close so you can find cover."
-"Give me the Stun Gun, it'll give us time to escape."
-Write In:

>>30134815
d10, d20, d100? Also knife, the only true choice since axe, machete, and chainsaw are not options.

>>30134863

1d100 for all actions.

Sorry, forgot to mention. Vote closes 20 minutes from the first vote.

>>30134815
>"Give me the Stun Gun, it'll give us time to escape."
Getting Ian to safety is our priority.

>putting yandere in the quest title

At least you're honest about how terrible this will be.

>>30134815
-"Give me the knife, I'll engage him up close so you can find cover."

Rolled 45

>>30134893
Alrighty, rollin dem bones.

Rolled 8

>>30134815
>"Give me the knife, I'll engage him up close so you can find cover."
Stab em.

Rolled 34

>>30135021

Didn't roll properly in previous post

Rolled 67

>>30134815
Dual Wield

Rolled 9

>"Give me the knife, I'll engage him up close so you can find cover."

Ian stares at you disbelievingly, "Are you nuts? Look, I'll shoot him with the Stun Gun and we'll run to the roof, we'll be gone long before he recovers."

"And what if we get stuck or have to double back, then we'll have a pissed off gang member to deal with, and he'll bring friends." You retort fiercely. Honestly, such a stubborn boy!

You grab the knife and before he can react, jump over the banister right as the gang member opens fire as you yank the blade from it's sheath.

>Your Combat Roll: 67
>Gang Member Combat Roll: 38

You twist out of the way of the bullets and as you land, you slash him and roll behind him, knife held in a fighting pose as he spins around to face you, gun hand clutched to his wound, "You bitch!"

Write In:

(GM: Target number is 40, Roll 1d100 to attack, 1d10 for a hit location if it beats the target, then 1d6 for damage. For anything else, roll 1d100 to beat the target number. Vote will close 15 minutes after the first vote, best rolls out of five will be taken.)

Rolled 44

>>30135467

Rolled 88

>>30135467
No sense wasting time, just stab him in the gob.

You have struck him on the left leg, meaning his next action will be at a -10 penalty.

You have caused 6 damage to him. Your biometric readings indicate that he has 34 'health points' remaining.

You wonder why Papa insisted on such a means to generalise your enemy's combat status.

>>30135467
Stab the fucker.

Also, you're supposed to update on twitter with a link to the thread. Otherwise there's no point to having one.

Rolled 34 + 10

>>30135467
Stab him in the head

Rolled 94

>>30135539
Wait, 1d6 for damage against a 40 HP target? Dude, Incubator does 1d5 damage against targets with <20 HP (and multiple attacks per turn), and it takes like half a thread.

>Stab him in the face!
>Roll: 88+10 = 98

You charge forward across the short distance between the two of you, knife gripped in both hands.

Recovering, the gang member manages to whip up his pistol and fires three shots at you.

>Roll: 48-10 = 38

All three of them miss and sail over your head as you bring up the knife towards his head.

>Instant kill roll: 5, instant kill.

The blade smashes through his mouth and through his palate, propelled by your thrust deep into his brain as he spasms, blood streaming from his mouth.

He is dead before he hits the floor when you yank the blade out. Glancing up, you see Ian staring at you wide-eyed and you give him a smile in return.

You turn your attention to the body and recover a PM Makarov and four spare clips of ammunition before returning to Ian.

He's still staring at you, "What are you? Seriously, what the fuck are you?"

-Tell him the truth.
-Tell him an acceptable lie. (Infiltration bonus of +30 applies to roll here.)
-Get him to focus on escaping first.

>>30135960
>-Tell him an acceptable lie. (Infiltration bonus of +30 applies to roll here.)
Seems the best.

Rolled 89

>>30135960
>Tell him an acceptable lie. (Infiltration bonus of +30 applies to roll here.)

Rolled 7

>>30135960
Tell him an acceptable lie.

>clips

Closing Vote in ten minutes.

Rolled 5 + 30

>>30135960
>Tell him an acceptable lie. (Infiltration bonus of +30 applies to roll here.)

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>Tell him an acceptable lie.
>Roll: 89

"I was trained for this." You reply simply and Ian simply stares at you incredulously as you continue, "I was being transferred a new training facility, when the helicopter exploded, sabotage." You did manage to see the hole in the helicopter, made by something exploding outwards, but your memory of the crash itself is still eluding you.

He stares at you a moment longer, before shaking his head, "Great, I get to act like a hero, save a hot girl, and I rescue some kind of teenage super-assassin instead." You get the feeling he's feeling somewhat less manly at finding out the damsel in distress can handle herself in a fight.

You hold out your hand with a smile on your face, "You saved me and tried to protect me, I couldn't live with myself if I couldn't protect you in return."

He sighs, before smiling and taking your hand, "I guess. Come on, let's get out of here."

You follow him up the stairs, finding out that yes, they would have had to double back since it was blocked, eventually climbing up a rusty fire escape, narrowly avoiding a fall when a metal railing snaps, before Ian grabs you and hauls you up to the roof.

Just in time to see just where in the world you are, and after a moment your systems manage to acquire a GPS position and your location is...

Oh...

You seen pictures of this place before, a city that was built to take advantage of The New Silk Road, the land-based trade route that spans Eurasia and the Middle East as eco-disasters ruined sea, first built as an imitation of old European cities before the Congloms moved in.

The only place in the world that doesn't have a name native to it's location, situated on the coast of Kazahkstan.

The only place in the world known only as The City.

(cont.)

>>30133368
you forgot to update your twitter, pal

"Hell of a place huh?" Ian asks as you stare at the sky scrapers and the distant arcology spires, "Sure, the gangs are annoying and those New City assholes, especially the Tower Brats, love to throw money around, but it's home."

You turn towards him, hiding your unease at being in one of the most dangerous and politically unstable cities in the world, and gain confidence from his smile, "It's beautiful."

Ian shrugs, "I guess. Always a sight to newcomers I've heard." He looks thoughtful before glancing at you, "Also, you need a name."

You blink, blushing slightly, "A name?"

"Well yeah," Ian replies, "Need to call you something. Hmm...I think I'll call you..."

-"Silver, because of the colour of your eyes."
-"Mako, since that shark tattoo on your neck looks like one."
-Something else:

>>30136957
Yeah, I'll remember next time.

>>30136959
>"Alice, since you're lost here in Wonderland. God, that was cheesy, wasn't it?"

>>30136959
i like that: >>30137005

>>30137005
>Alice works great.

>>30137005
This

Vote closing in 10 minutes.

>"Alice, since you're lost here in Wonderland. God, that was cheesy, wasn't it?"

You can't help yourself at seeing his expression twist slightly, and you begin to giggle, and then start laughing.

After a moment, he starts laughing as well, and the two of you laugh on a rooftop for what seems like an hour despite your internal clock telling you that you've only been laughing for a full minute.

Regaining your composure, you suddenly hug Ian, "Thank you."

Ian stiffens slightly, before he slowly lifts his arms to return the hug, "Heh, no problem," he says, regaining some of his former bravado, "besides, my Mom would kill me if I treated you like a dog or anything like that."

Your smile widens and you whisper, "Not yet."

"You say something?"

You shake your head and break off the hug, "Nothing. So where to now?"

Ian scratches the back of his head, shifting the AR goggles on his head slightly, "Well, I guess I can take you home. Mom's going to freak, but she'll understand." You easily read his lips as he mutters, "I hope."

You don't comment on it as he smiles at you again, "Come on Alice, let's get out of here."

You follow after him, feeling an intense heat. He named you, he gave you a name. Whether he knows it or not, you're his now and he's yours, and you won't let anything will stand between you.

You idly begin look up assassination methods as you follow your love across the rooftops towards The City.

You don't know what will happen to you here, but you swear to protect Ian from it's dangers, and nothing will stop you.

Nothing.

(And that's Part 1. Next part will be on Tuesday, 11:00AM GMT+10:00, and this time I'll remember to update the Twitter feed.)