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Post by Storyteller on Aug 25, 2006 9:59:11 GMT
"My forté is knowledge, specifically, the occult, not just kindred, but mortal occult lore, that kinda thing. Physically, i'm competent enough to hold my own with a gun, or some other weapon, but i'm nothing special. The blood gives me physical resilience, as well as some powers that may not prove useful tonight, but, i may be proved wrong."
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Post by Smoothie on Aug 25, 2006 23:27:50 GMT
"Well, it seems John and I will be up in the thick of it, hoping you two can avoid shooting us in the back." He grins. "Or perhaps we will be behind cover, while you two shoot it out, waiting to defend you in the event of a rush. Beyond that, I do not see how we can make a plan with what we know now.
"Shall we move?"
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Post by artman01 on Aug 27, 2006 16:25:34 GMT
"Well then i quess the only thing to do is wait for the other two to get here."
I stand there a few min before thinking of something else.
"Speaking of weapons what all do we have with us. I got two small throwing knifes and a big knife for close up."
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Post by Smoothie on Aug 28, 2006 2:50:14 GMT
Wic squats, pulls out and lays on the ground two modern punch daggers and two larger, more defensive katar, John's throwing knife and the wooden stake he recovered from the other night.
After laying them all out, he gives a slightly embarrassed smile and collects them once again.
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Aug 28, 2006 20:59:26 GMT
I can't help but smile at Wic. Lifting my hoodie up and turning, I let them see the handle of my glock tucked into the back of my pants. I also make and tighten a fist so they can see make-shift knuckles.
"I've got a knife on me too."
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Post by artman01 on Aug 29, 2006 4:31:36 GMT
I smile at Wic " I cant believe you were asking me for more knifes. You already got more weapons then me."
I then give Wic a thumbs up "But i got to say i love your collection."
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Post by Smoothie on Aug 29, 2006 5:06:20 GMT
Wic's grin widens a little too much maybe. He obviously is proud of it himself.
He hefts one of the punching daggers, "This is easily hidden."
He hefts one of the larger katar, "This is for less subtle fighting, perhaps it will be very useful tonight."
He twirls the throwing knife in his hand, "This is in case they run away."
He pats his jacket where the wooden stake is concealed, "...And this is for taking them 'alive.'"
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Post by Storyteller on Aug 30, 2006 22:00:40 GMT
General humour and comment are exchanged, as a red SUV pulls up, across the street. You check your watches, and it's 10 minutes before you're meant to meet. You can't see into the SUV.  |
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Post by Smoothie on Aug 31, 2006 2:24:11 GMT
Wic considers the nearest cover, pulls out the throwing knife behind his back and watches the SUV.
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Post by artman01 on Aug 31, 2006 14:45:05 GMT
I lean againts the wall and cross my arms to grab the throwing knifes under my coat. "so what do you think Wic."
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Aug 31, 2006 15:39:40 GMT
"Think that's them?"
I doubt this is trouble, but I I'm ready to use my blood to get out of harms way if need be.
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 1, 2006 9:50:33 GMT
Being on the street, the closest thing to cover nearby is ducking slightly round the corner, which, luckily, you're right next to. Jessica moves with three of you in ducking behind.
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Post by Smoothie on Sept 1, 2006 11:53:37 GMT
"I hope that's them, I think that's them, but it could be anyone.
Phone them, Trey. See if they are alright."
With everyone watching the SUV, Wic steals a glance around.
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Sept 1, 2006 14:16:27 GMT
I nod at Wic and use my voice dial feature to call Michael. I don't take my eyes off of the truck.
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 3, 2006 21:19:38 GMT
A few rings.
"Yeah?"
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