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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Nov 6, 2005 0:35:30 GMT
I shrug.
"Sure thing, but, and this is starting to get tired I know, the more time we waste, the messier this can get. We're on a limited time frame and I'm sure the two of us together can convince him to go along with this."
If he insists, I'll enter that room. If push comes to shove, and this is a trap, I'll do just that to the door and his friends. Then he'll have the wrath of the Lance down upon his undead little head.
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Post by Storyteller on Nov 10, 2005 12:35:50 GMT
He exits the room, and you are left alone for a few minutes. It's just getting to the point that you're getting edgy with the amount of inactivity, and wondering whether to blow this wider open now, when the door opens, and your mark comes in, the guy who showed you in just behind. Your mark stands there, face neutral, not giving anything away, with both hands in his long coat pockets. He regards you for a second before speaking.
"Alright, let's make this quick. Who are you, and what the hell is it that you've got to tell me that's so important?"
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Nov 10, 2005 18:48:58 GMT
"Well bro," I say as I lean against a far wall, ready to use my blood to close the distance between us if he gets...fresh. "The Sanctified are pissed, you've been deemed a heretic and if you don't come with me now, the nasties of the order are gonna come for you and they won't ask nicely."
I look at him, the man behind him, then my target again. I soften my eyes a bit and feign sympathy.
"Look, I want to help you. Just tell me what you did and I'll do my best to make this all work out."
As I reach out, I send out that vibe again, this time just at my mark. That vibe that says 'trust me' and 'confide in me'. I'm not exactly lying. I will do my best to make things work out, for me at least. Even if this buster is a heretic, I wouldn't wish him dead. I've caused too much death as is. There are other lessons to be learned and I'd be more than willing to teach him.
((Awe on both of them, sense I never actually turned it off, then Revelation at the target.))
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Post by Storyteller on Nov 15, 2005 20:58:08 GMT
Revelation: Failed
He scowls at you.
"Now i'm sorry, but i'm not going to be browbeaten by any Sanctified lapdog. I assure you, i'm quite safe. Now, seeing as you've conducted yourself in such a dignified fashion, i'm giving you this chance to leave, with things still remaining civil."
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Nov 16, 2005 0:38:07 GMT
I keep the pleasant expression on my face as he talks, though inside I can feel the Beast beginning to stir. Lapdog? Giving me a chance? It takes a few seconds for me to reign the Beast back in.
"Big talk from the big man. But, if you're willing to risk your own...life and that of your comrade's, more power to you. The Lance won't rest until we have you and I can assure you that it won't be pleasant for you or those associated with you. I'm not trying to browbeat, or threaten you. I just thought I'd give you the facts."
I look at his friend for a moment.
"Maybe you can talk some sense into him, if not for his sake, your own?"
I look back at my mark.
"You know, you've got spunk and I respect that. If you were some kind of punk, I'd've felt cheated. But it won't matter if someone else gets you."
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Post by Storyteller on Nov 17, 2005 22:10:13 GMT
His eyes narrow.
"I think i'll take my chances, now head for the door,
asshole."
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Nov 18, 2005 4:13:49 GMT
I mock a sigh as I head for the door. I try to focus my vibe once more. That vibe that says 'I want to help. I'm your only way out.'
As I get to the door, I look at my mark once more, with a feigned sadness.
"Last chance to do this civil."
((Used Awe. I don't know if it was working before or not, you never said. Anywho, can I tell if his companion's a vampire or not?))
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Post by Storyteller on Nov 21, 2005 21:36:02 GMT
Yeah, i've worked a few (hidden) rolls, and the awe has been factored in. You've had no signs to indicate that the second guy is a vamp.
He reaches into his jacket, keeping his hand there.
"Likewise."
You see his companion slowly backing away from you, back towards the wall.
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Nov 21, 2005 22:12:00 GMT
No one can say I didn't try. He had his chance to do this the easy way. The idiot prpobably thought I was some push over. He let the professional demeanor fool him.
"Silly you."
I haven't even finished speaking when I fel my vitae pump, doubling my speed. Without a word I simultaneously move away and pull out my glock and fire, focusing on the spot between his eyes. We Kindred regenerate well, but brains on the floor have got to be a lot harder to recover from. I try to maneuver myself behind his companion in case he's packing too.
((Used Celerity, 1 Vitae. Used 1 Willpower to add to my firearms attack.))
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Post by Storyteller on Nov 21, 2005 23:03:49 GMT
Firearms pool: 2+1+2=5 willpower+3, called shot(head)-3 damage upgraded to lethal. =3 successes
You're too fast for him, you get your gun up and ready just as he begins to pull his hand out of his jacket, revealing a switchblade, the blade of which flicks up into position as your shot goes off. For you, this all seems to happen in slow motion, you speed taken to a whole new level by the power of your blood. Your shot is a bit low, and blows a small chunk out of his jaw.
Man, that's gotta hurt.
The old guy from downstairs has already pushed himself forward off the wall, swinging a fist at you. It catches you on the side of the face, stinging a little. Nothing fatal, but hell, the old guy's certainly stronger than he looks...
Round one over
Target: XXX
Treyvon: // (-1 vitae, -1 willpower)
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Nov 21, 2005 23:50:46 GMT
The old guy's strong. He may be one of the Kindred as well. That's too bad for him if he is.
"You've got one chance to get the hell out of my way, buddy. Or you'll be picking your jaw off the floor, too."
I gesture my gun at his companion as I attempt to keep both of them in my sights.
"Now, bitch, you wanna try to negotiate again or do I need to blow another chunk out of your face?"
If his friend ain't one of us, he won't dare regenerate or he'll breach the masquerade. If he is...or even worse a ghoul, I'll take care of him.
((Dodging))
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Post by Storyteller on Nov 27, 2005 21:56:50 GMT
The guy grins, the missing flesh making a disgusting grim face. The tissue hardens slightly, the wound staying well open, but the blood darkening, congealing more.
"Sorry, pal, but i'm afraid we've all overstepped the mark here."
He lunges forwards with the blade, but you twist to one side, avoiding the stab, but still getting a cut as the blade goes past you.
The old guy takes a second swing at you, but this time you're ready to avoid better, and the swing is well wide of you, and you're back, and poised for another bout.
Round 2 over
Target XXX
Treyvon X//
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Nov 28, 2005 14:30:05 GMT
"Son of a ..."
I look at the cut in my arm and frown. Two on one and I'm betting the old guy's packing some kind of supernatural force. Blood's gonna be tight so I've got to spend it wisely. I push the vitae through my veins and I can feel myself becoming more agile as I head towards the door. I fire off another round at my mark's head pumped up by the power of my blood. The other bitch ass is next.
((Used 1 Vitae to pump up Dexterity for this round, and another Willpower.))
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Post by Storyteller on Nov 28, 2005 19:33:33 GMT
You dive to the side, whipping your gun towards your mark.
Firearms pool: 2+1+2+2=7 willpower+3, called shot(head)-3 damage upgraded to lethal. =3 successes
A scream. Another bit of flesh blown away, this time around his eye. Man, that face is fucking rough now. Well, rougher anyway. He lunges forward at you once again, and you watch his jawline heal slightly, resetting itself.
You step back enough to avoid the worst of the damage, but his knife still pierces the skin of your belly.
The old guy swings for you again, but stumbles past you, off balance.
Round 2 over
Target XXXXX
Treyvon XXX//
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Nov 28, 2005 20:27:45 GMT
This is getting old and I'm getting pissed. If this ass gets blood on my Timbs... I lunge at the idiot with the knife, feeling more strength as my blood flows. If I can get ahold of that knife, that sucker's as good as dead. If I manage to break a few of his bones along the way, that's all the better.
((1 Vitae to boost Strength. I'm assuming I can't boost Dexterity for Firearms? Did I still loose that Vitae?))
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