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Post by Smoothie on Mar 31, 2006 14:28:06 GMT
Nicolai carries it back inside and drops it down in the living room. Next he climbs the steps and tries the door, picking it if necessary.
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Post by Storyteller on Mar 31, 2006 14:29:59 GMT
You try the handle on the door, but it's locked.
You her a muffled cry from behind the door, and go to work with your picks.
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Post by Storyteller on Mar 31, 2006 14:32:13 GMT
3 minutes, 11 seconds, and the door lock clicks back.
You hear the thud of rapid footsteps, moving away from you.
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Post by Smoothie on Mar 31, 2006 14:33:07 GMT
Nicolai pursues.
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Post by Storyteller on Mar 31, 2006 14:35:47 GMT
You burst through the door. A wall is to your right, and to your left there is a small area, with three doors off it, two open. (Facing that way, there's one on the left, and two on the right; the closed one is near-right.)
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Post by Smoothie on Mar 31, 2006 14:39:28 GMT
He warily checks the first open door, knife out in his right hand and gun in his left.
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Post by Storyteller on Mar 31, 2006 14:43:33 GMT
You peer round the door. It's fairly small, spartan room with a bed, and a dresser. You hear a noise behind you, and spin round.  The guy from the picture is standing there, with a small revolver in his hand, levelled at you. "Son ov a beetch." He yells harshly. You reckon you can react before he fires. |
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Post by Smoothie on Mar 31, 2006 14:52:20 GMT
In a single effort to remove the threat, he jabs for the man's arm. Yes, I am.[This attack: Str2, Brawl+3, equipment mod (punch dagger)+2, specialized+1, all out attack+2, willpower +3, specified target: arm-2 = 11 - (Sorin Viorel's defence)] [Nicolai gives up his defence this turn but a successful attack should require his opponant to make a Strength + Athletics - my attack successes roll to avoid dropping his gun (WoD pg.165 specified targets).]  |
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Post by Storyteller on Mar 31, 2006 15:02:51 GMT
You rush in towards him, but in the distance required, he manages to pull the trigger of his peashooter.
Hah, missed, you asshole.
Round 2
Attack roll= 3 successes
You lunge at his arm, stabbing right into it, his grip loosens slightly, but suddenly closes up again as you pull the knife out.
He backs away from you, into the room (it's a rather more plush bedroom, but you're not interested in the details right now), holding out the revolver at you, blood dripping from his arm, which is shaking slightly.
"Stay the fuck away. Back up!"
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Post by Smoothie on Mar 31, 2006 15:13:00 GMT
Nicolai backs up, looking as though he's given up now that the gun is pointed at him.
"Alright, alright."
But after a second, he jumps behind the doorway, points the revolver in the room while behind the wall and fires a couple shots.
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Post by Storyteller on Mar 31, 2006 15:19:20 GMT
You duck round just as he pulls the trigger, a second bullet missing you. You hear him curse, and when you fire round the wall, you hear a cry of surprise, and a crash.
You then hear a gunshot, and a smattering of little pieces hitting the floor. Probably plaster from the wall.
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Post by Smoothie on Mar 31, 2006 15:21:16 GMT
Nicolai is careful to keep track of Viorel's shots.
He peeks around for a quick look fires again.
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Post by Storyteller on Mar 31, 2006 15:25:45 GMT
You look into the room, and immediately spot him hiding ducked on the other side of the bed, revolver out.
You fire a shot, but hits the bed, wide of him.
He returns fire, but the shot totally misses you again.
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Post by Smoothie on Mar 31, 2006 15:28:20 GMT
Nicolai continues at this, ducking and firing until Viorel fires his sixth shot, then he rushes in.
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Post by Storyteller on Mar 31, 2006 15:34:31 GMT
Your next shot misses, this time hitting the wall. You feel his hit behind your back, into the wall, but it doesn't penetrate.
You fire again, but his cover defeats you again. You duck back as something metal flies at you, narrowly avoiding getting a revolver in the face.
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