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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Jan 22, 2015 16:04:03 GMT
Sebastian watched her enter the old brick building. His eyes flicked over from blue to gold, as he looked up and down the street. He too peered into the shadows and breathed deeply of the night air, filling his nose with the smells of the street and the humans nestled in their own houses. His ears sharpened to points as he took on more features of the beast inside him. The sound quality changed and he started to pick out the individual noises of the surrounding buildings.
He stuck his hands into his pockets, watching how Angela entered the building. He raised an eyebrow at her caution, but then again being Gangrel made him less cautious than most, a fact he usually took for granted. So he didn't say anything. Taking one last look up and down the street, Sebastian followed her in.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Jan 26, 2015 19:05:21 GMT
[Waiting on ST]
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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Jan 30, 2015 14:19:04 GMT
(bump)
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Post by Aodhfin on Feb 1, 2015 0:40:39 GMT
[ Apologies, I will get on this tonight. Promise. ]
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Feb 4, 2015 23:37:53 GMT
Doing the bump dance.
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Post by Aodhfin on Feb 5, 2015 18:13:48 GMT
[ Targets have entered perimeter. ]
[ Say again, Whiskey VI. We have confirmation this residence is no longer under use. ]
Peering through the green tints visual that was being fed through the small single-scope head-set, a large brutish man watched from a distance. His figure cloaked in shadows, obscured from sight, and his odor all but removed by more conventional means than kindred would be use to. His brutish voice was far from the delicate or light softness of a gentle giant, as it poured from his throat in husky and raspy tones.
[ Target and accomplice have entered the net. I thought you Valk boys said this was a clean scrub job. ]
[ Can you confirm this is the known target and not some stray set of fangs? ]
[ You buys are seeing the same thing I am. Average height, long brown hair, looks like a model, can smell the attitude from here. ]
While the men on the other end of the headset began to process the images that were being fed into their screens, the tower of a man watched the two kindred enter the perimeter and close the door behind them.
[ Whiskey VI, evacuate area and we will detach a new reconnaissance unit to follow. ]
[ No offense to you Government boys, but leave this one to the pro. ]
Once Sebastian and Angela had the door shut behind them, the man would seem to vanish. His presence unseen to begin with, and only a trace of his voice left on the wind in his sudden disappearance.
[ Boys, you got company. Charlie, detach from current objective and get out. We have company and I just sent the suits home. ]
[ You got it Whiskey, we'll leave a few gift bags around for you. The Basement is laden and your goodie bags are set on 1st. Best of luck, Whiskey. ]
The towering man removed his headset and pulled the gloves from his fingers. The sound of knuckles cracking falling on nothing but air with a final few words as the moon just barely catches the eyes of the towering figure that was now on the roof the red brick building, "All that for me? And I all I got you guys for Christmas were mugs."
------ [ Angela & Sebastian ]
Upon entering the house and taking their first few steps in, the two would hear a sudden shattering of glass from the top floor; which was followed by a rather heavy thud.
Div. VI (Whiskey) // (Figured I would show it for the future)
A) Willpower Drop B) Roll for Resolve + Occult (Total Bonus: 9)
Roll of 8 + 3 + 9 = 20 (5 successes)
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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Feb 5, 2015 20:27:25 GMT
The sound of breaking glass and thump sent Sebastian's mind in to over drive. This was it, werewolves had crashed the party, they were both going to die here.
He flexed his hands inside his jacket pockets, long deadly black talons sprouting from his fingers. His nose flared, testing the air for anything that might give him hints to what might be in the house with them. He was frustrated by the lack of scent in the room, it should have been a tip off. Like the lack of birds song in the woods. The interior of a house, no matter how unoccupied, always smelled like something.
Eyes narrowing, he looked at Angela, silently asking her what she wanted to do now. This was her mission, it was her call.
Claws - 1 bp Partial Transformation: Increased Senses - 1 bp
Perception check (scent) - Roll 2 + 9 = 11 ( Human? At least not kindred, and not an animal. Oh, and you can detect a very potent smell ... chemical of some sort.)
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Feb 6, 2015 0:09:51 GMT
Angela continued further into the building. She didn't remember the lay out, so she searched as she would any other unknown scene. Gripping a mini mag-light from her pocket, she lit up the dark room. The breaking of glass drew Angela's attention to the ceiling, the cold barrel of her glock guiding her eyes. The heavy thud followed and Angela stopped moving further into the room.
Nothing about this place seemed right, and it wasn't just her memory loss. Angela knew this place held answers and as much as she wanted to find those answers, she had to get them both back to Muncie, in one piece. Why was it so hard for her to turn her back on this place, to forfeit her discovery? To be more disappointed in leaving then what was on the roof of her building?
"Back up slowly, Sebastian, and start exiting the building." Angela didn't turn to the kindred at her back; she didn't need see the Gangrel to know he was already spouting claws and ready to rip apart what ever came at them.
[Burning blood for Resilience]
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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Feb 6, 2015 1:39:34 GMT
Sebastian backed up slowly, listening for the creak of floor boards above. He reached back and opened the door slowly, trying to limit the amount of noise he made. He worked the scents coming up from the floor over in his mind, he had no idea what it was but he was sure it wasn't good. He turned to the door as it cracked open, checking the street for ambush. It was a short jog to the car, if they could get that far they could get away.
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Post by Aodhfin on Feb 6, 2015 5:48:33 GMT
As the two made their way slowly towards the door to their backs, they would hear the loud and heavy creaking of wood above them. The steps were moving further away, but nearing the visible staircase. At the same time, Sebastian would be able to track down the origin of the odd (but powerful) scent that was laden in the room — brown paper bags, or something extremely similar. He could see a few along the staircase, a few in the room to their left, and even one that was laid to their side in simple fashion; the bag practically looked like it belonged. A few moments before they reached the door to leave, the two would hear the first few thunderous steps coming down the staircase. After about 6, the man was visible but not looking towards them. He stood well over six feet, clearly had a heart-beat with no beast, was dressed in black military-styled fatigues, and toting a rather large rifle of some sort, " I wasn't expecting company." The man never gave them the decency of a glance in their general direction, he simply looked at the landing he was now resting upon. His fingers grasped a cigar from his pocket and pulled it out, drawing it upwards and lighting it with a lighter. After a variable long draw, he would puff on the cigar and breath the smoke out, " Here is what is going to happen ...A, In the time it's going to cross the distance from yourselves to me, i'm going to blow you both up and make a new fang necklace. B, You get out of the house, make it back to that pretty looking car, and get run down by my friends and we spend a week convincing the public you were terrorist. C, You toss your weapons to the side, lay down, say please, and go through a long and arduous process of experimentation for years ... after which we might possibly let you live with a bomb in your head, working for us." (If you move to attack, roll imitative and we will start from there. As there is no surprise availability on either side, combat will/would start with first in order on initiative)
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Feb 8, 2015 13:58:47 GMT
Angela was glad her heart couldn't beat, it would thundering in her chest. This was a planned ambush and brought up more questions then answers. But clearly he was hunting them, whether the towering man was a hunter wasn't in the forefront of her mind. Getting out of this very bad situation was a bit more important.
He wasn't alone, I'd be suicide approaching two kindred without a real escape route. He probably had buddies, nested up and out of sight. That's how Angela would play it.
But why her building?
Angela holstered her weapon, leaving it snug but, reachable at her side. She kept eye contact, never wavering as she exposed her empty hands - showing she wasn't in the mood to fight.
"We don't want any trouble. I'm just here collecting some things and we'll be on our way." While she could feel the cross-hairs on the back of her head she remained calm. Angela didn't want a fight and they were probably out numbered and out gunned.
The man's posturing screamed hunter, and she doubted he would see reason. But, Hell could freeze over.
Their best chance would be to make a break for the SUV and try making it out of the city in one piece. But Angela didn't make a move; not yet.
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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Feb 9, 2015 18:00:23 GMT
"I don't think he's here to talk, this whole place is rigged to blow or burn, I can't tell but it smells like a refinery in here." Sebastian kicked open the door with his foot, he stayed to the side and peered outside. He estimated how much he would have to exert himself to get Angela out of the house and didn't like his odds too much.
Sebastian didn't think the man at the top of the stairs would mutter much than he did. It was clear they had three options fight, surrender, or flee. He hoped Angela would choose the later.
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Post by Aodhfin on Feb 17, 2015 8:11:46 GMT
"I am sure that is what countless have said to your kind, right before the fangs sink it ... so let me repay the favor," Whiskey replied.
Not a moment after those words poured from his lips in response, the two would hear a loud bang and a sudden explosion. The loud bang? The man's large machine gun which shot a bullet towards one of the nearby brown bags. The explosion? The brown bag suddenly erupting into a large pillar of flame that sent both kindred reeling from the hallway they were both in.
The eyes of the man on the staircase were flashing fiery red and orange as the flames not only erupted from the chemical bag, but shot out like directed blasts of energy. The flames licking across both of the kindred, hitting them like a battering ram that flung them from the floor and through the door leading outside. When the two smacked into the hard floor, the fire seemed to whip back inside with the man walking right through it as if it posed no danger to himself, "Fangs are on the menu tonight, boys. Lets make this quick."
Once the words trickled from his lips, Angela and Sebastian would be able to see a pair of headlights suddenly flash from a nearby alleyway. The revving engine of the car was an obvious threat directed at themselves.
The man at the doorway, Whiskey, would smirk, "This is where you run little piggies. You woke up the big bad humans." Taking another puff of his cigar, he would pull the large machine gun to his front and point it directly at the two; his brow waggling a bit as if daring them to try and stand their ground.
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Post by Aodhfin on Feb 17, 2015 8:13:58 GMT
(At this point, please take time to work together and create an escape story for your characters. The three hunters that are involved in this scene are all major NPCs that will carry over into Chicago, so no death will occur on either part. Feel free to outwit or conceive a clever escape plan, via thrilling car chase, parkour styled escape through the streets of Indianapolis, or whatever else may come to mind!)
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Feb 17, 2015 16:28:30 GMT
The force of the blast knocked her from the hallway, the heat overwhelming as it sent her flying through the large door and out into the street. Angela landed hard, her head bouncing off the cement sidewalk. The fire erupted over her body, an endless blaze of fire. Angela curled up, covering her head as the flames licked at her boots and clothing, the heat burning her skin before dissipating back in the building. Her skin was hot, but not quiet burnt. Soot coated her hands, her pale features streaked with ash. Angela sat up, watching as the building started to burn. The young kindred gripped the High Point in her hand, the barrel aimed at the fire bug in front of them. She hadn't realized she drawn her weapon and was ready to let off half of her clip into the grinning bastard.
Head lights pierced through the falling snow, lighting up the streets in two thick beckons aimed at Angela and Sebastian. The growl of a heavy engine drove the man's words home. As the barrel of the machine gun pointed at her face, she grabbed Sebastian and stood him up, forcing him toward the SUV. Even as the ringing in her ears screamed, she ran for the safety of their vehicle. Angela unloaded the rounds at the fire bug, providing enough cover for Sebastian to make it to the drivers seat.
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