The raging man-cow looks like he's just out to establish who's the resident Alpha-Male on the train. You're guessing that backing down and hastily apologizing with the correct amount of asskissing may prevent a Mortal Kombat type fatality...Man-Cow wins.

In such a case, I'd like my action to be reinterpreted as "Swing and Pray, if there's still combat going on when it's my turn."

Gatac

Bobbin, a hint from someone who knew a few communists: NEVER go the political route.

Gatac

yes, but it's not likely he'll even hear me. I think he's in crush-mode.

Ah, Communists. Last Halloween, my pals and I all rented surplus Soviet uniforms and were Soviet infantry for the day. Nobody got the joke, they figured we were Nazis. Talk about missing the mark!

Moving on to business, I'm moving to interpose myself between Artis and our volumetrically-superior foe, fists up. I'd also like to toss a punch, for all that it's going to make a difference. I'll make it a big, showy punch. I'm trying to get the Great Big One to pay more physical attention to me than anyone else currently in range. Of course, at 1d6+3, I'm sure he wouldn't mind taking notice, at least.

BRO, nice.

Hopefully, the Russians are somewhat like the Irish, in that a man could punch another man in the face, then buy his friendship with a round of Guinness. I figure I'll give that a shot when we get a chance. And if not....

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Unfortunately, they don't teach Russian-style wrestling at the Academy.

Yeah, but I'm pretty sure that they didn't teach Irish-style boxing at the Kremlin. Booyah!

What about that traditional celtic wrestling thing where the guys have their arms locked around each other and try to hurl each other onto the ground.

Um, no. He'd win that.

What did BRO medal in, exactly? Boxing, wrestling, steroid-taking?

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Quote: from Threadbare on 9:43 pm on Sep. 10, 2002
What did BRO medal in, exactly? Boxing, wrestling, steroid-taking?

A little of column A...a little of column B.

Using your Mark feat and judging from his style of combat, you'd guess Greco-Roman wrestling coupled with good ole' fashioned ass whuppin'.

(Edited by Dieter at 8:24 am on Sep. 11, 2002)

Oh yeah, I cranked my sense motive way up. Have I gotten any unusual readings on the train?

Gregor: He's straightforward and truthful as far as you can tell.

BRO: As if you didn't know already, he's a HUGE with the unfortunate brawn and intimidation to make it effective. He did seem preoccupied about getting to his compartment. Of course, he could have just had to use the bathroom.

Alright ramblers, let's get rambling. What's the hold-up?

I'd like to go to BRO's compartment and apologize for our actions, and also to subtly snoop around.

Errrm...the holdup has been mostly due to yours truly being out of the country for the past week.

We'll be re-starting/continuing/doing whatever on Tuesday.

Damn, I'd better get brainstorming on my gear.

Gatac

I'd like to come along on the apology trip. Maybe we'll have some soldiers' comradery.

Does the train carry any fine liquor? We could get some of that for him as a gift.

Gregor could probably hook you up with a bottle of fine booze if need be. The train stocks a pretty respectable selection, but exotic varieties could easily be ordered and picked up at a train station on the way.

Hmmmn. What do we want to give him in terms of fine booze? Do we want to give him irish whiskey, as a gift from one culture to another, or some of that ol' russian potato juice?

*sings* I seeeee it in your eyes, tomorrow never dies...

Gatac