From what he said, it's a percentage roll. So if you roll a 5 and a 8, you rolled a 58%. And you need to roll below the skill percentage you have to beat it.
Though I'll admit I was just guessing, I didn't actually have any perception skill on my sheet.
Whatever it was, Matthew was oblivious, merely rolling his eyes at his uncles sweetened, yet venomous words. He leans against the railing with his back to the view, finishing his drink, before beckoning over one of the waiters, giving the young boy a sly wink before turning his attentions...
Mask
Once it's obvious that they're marching on the tower, Mask will take Wren out to try and find a way to separate either the Dragonblood or the Abyssal away from Filial and take care of them in their own way. He almost gleefully leaps through the trees and across rooftops as they make their...
Matthew takes a drink and leans against the balcony, looking up at the stars. "Amazing to see this kind of night sky after so long in a big city, no?" he asks of the other guests before he downs the drink and moves to get another one, leering discreetly at Quentin before moving back to his...
Matthew accepts the hug, although he looks just the tiniest bit uncomfortable to anyone paying super close attention. He looks back on the crowd of people behind him and introduces them to his uncle, one by one.
Matthew was the second off the plane, a large smile on his glowing face as he steps down after the Doctor. He offers a cursory and barely manageable salute to the men on guard and then gathers up his belongings. Far more clothes than anyone else in his luggage, for certain. Running a hand over...
Mask
Mask grins at all the chaos and then shrugs to Wren. "Let's talk to Aredin and see what he thinks would work well for that. And then get him to tell her Filial thinks she did it anyway."
Matthew Garcia
A dapper, sometimes overly excited young man, Matthew Garcia is of spanish descent, though his family is from Guatemala. Theoretically at Miskatonic on an agreement that he gets his hands on some lucrative deals with the business degree he's working on, though he spends as...
Mask
"Come on Wren, let's leave the engineering to the engineers. I wanna go see how pissed off the guy is." Mask grins and winks at Wren, perched on the back of a chair behind the two of them as they examine the key.
Mask
"Here, let me take a look at it." Mask takes the box from Wren and examines it for several minutes before starting to work his nimble hands on it, attempting to get the obviously special box unlocked and open, his hands moving at a pace that would rival the fastest magician trying to mask...
Mask
"Sure you don't want me to come with? Otherwise, unless anyone else has any ideas, we should definitely get it as soon as possible." He looks around at the rest of the group.
"Though it might draw his attention to us."
Mask
He winks at Wren, then looks over at Rine. "Well, we can certainly make a good effort to steal that key, at the very least. I agree with Wren, we shouldn't let him have it. Having a distraction would certainly help, though."