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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 14:09 (4,497 Views) | |
| NPC | Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 14:09 Post #1 |
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The Game Master
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Finally, the time of the gathering was there. The briefing had been sent out. The volunteers had been asked to come together a last time to clear out the last questions and make sure that they all were at their best in preparation and all other regards as much as possible. Time was urging them to act though. Every minute lost to them was a minute gained by Mark Blackwood. A minute he would be able to use to move his machinations and plans and who knew what would happe then ? This was their chance to get the drop on him and the Seneshal would see to that this chance would not get squandered. He had come prepared. The room in the little house he has chosen as a meeting point was dark, only immuminated by dim lights and the beam of the projector that threw a map of London to the wall. The Nosferatu stood close to the wall, next to the map. Tonight, he was carefully leaning on a pointing stick. He glanced over the row on empty chairs and over to the desk with the computer on it. The figure behind the screen was hard to make out. The mess of dark curls that the lighting just barely hinted at showed him that his PA was ready. He was as well. Would the others be ? They should be here shortly... Edited by NPC, Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 14:10.
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| Toran | Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 14:22 Post #2 |
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The Formerly Hated
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Toran arrived dressed and ready to go. His black cargo pants were covered with what looked like a pair of biker's chaps to match the thigh length black leather coat he was wearing. A look he had made a match for Lucy. Both outfits had double layers of kevlar sewn inside the leather, given them a decent ballistic protection. He'd also sewn in a layer of stab proofing around the torso's to make staking them harder. True it made him look like a biker, but he was a Brujah, he figured that was a given anyway. He had a sawed off shotgun hanging from his belt with a heavy bandoleer of cartridges wrapping about his left thigh. His right thigh had a silver edged knife nearly a foot long with a hardened plastic combat grip. His fingerless gloves had weighs sewn into the back of the knuckles to give him a decent punch on top of his natural potence. At 6'4 and 260 lbs the black haired man with his dark beard and frost-blue eyes looked like the worst kind of biker, which amused him since he didn't really consider himself a biker. But if he scared people they tended to leave him alone. |
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| Jane Marlow | Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 15:18 Post #3 |
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Vampire Damage Control Professional
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Jane was already there. She had been consulting with Henderson to the point of harassment about coordination details and preliminary plans. She was wearing body armor and a holstered handgun, all borrowed from Blythe House security. She had temporarily suspended her ban on illegal weaponry in the name of stopping terrorists. She felt bad about this, but not bad enough to walk in unarmed. She was also Obfuscated to appear as she did normally, so the only thing that looked out of place was the black visored helmet sitting beside her. |
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| Clarice Harris | Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 15:54 Post #4 |
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Sexually abused by a Jew
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OOC note She arrived dressed like a post-apocalyptic scavenger. Various pieces of clothing composed not for cosmetic value, rather for their usefulness. Military jacket's pockets were stuffed with various little tools, like lockpicks, small pliers etc. Each tool was covered with protective layer of fabric, to make sure they won't make any noise colliding with eachother. A belt with 4 home-made stakes tied to it. Slim fit pants for maximum agility. Straps on each of her thigs, with holsters for her Glock and dagger. Soft-padded sneakers for placing soundless steps. On top of that she worn a simple black backpack containing more stakes, spare clips, duct tape, 10 meters of thin steel rope and 2 meters of bandages. There was still some space if any other participant would need a carrier. A rather small thermic bag was hanging from her left arm, the only thing contained within was a hermetic bag of cooled blood, first-aid kit for every vampire |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 16:55 Post #5 |
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Art in Ink
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Lucy wasn't far from Toran, no big surprise there really as the blonde Brujah had volunteered more because she wanted to look after her Childe than that she wanted to risk her life going after some madman. Every once in a while, well, guess you had to take a chance, and this was one of those times. Like Toran, she had on a pair of reinforced leather chaps over her otherwise blue jeans, and a similar jacket to Toran's, although with a splash of colour added in as the man had been kind enough to take her silly taste into consideration by adding an asymmetrical pattern to the jacket featuring some dark blue, green and red to contrast the black. By the looks of it, she had a single handgun which make was probably difficult to make out while still holstered strapped to her thigh, though it was probably safe to say she would have a blade or two on her somewhere else. Since bladed weapons were often a fair bit more practical when dealing with their kind. Not to mention quieter. And quieter was good. She'd brushed her hair back to keep it out of her eyes, for the most part, though some of those dyed bangs (deep red tonight it would seem), was insisting on falling down into her face no matter her efforts. Oh well. Leaning lightly against Toran, Lucy folded her arms across her chest, fingerless gloves adorning both hands to offer a bit of protection to her knuckles and her palms while leaving her fingers free so not to impair her dexterity or sense of touch. |
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| Adael Avir | Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 18:06 Post #6 |
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The Ventrue felt honored by the Prince invitation to this raid, even if he had few combat experience and most likely would be the least impressive member of the company about shooting skills, he was still glad to show his courage and guts to earn the respect of his comrades. However he still had contradictory feelings about the need of using violence, specially with vampires as protagonists: the territorists, the common enemy and all those proclamations were futile in his ears, nothing that well trained ghouls coulndn't handle and without risking a breach in the Masquerade, still there he was... Adael went into the room wearing a body armor borrowed from the Mansion's security and carrying his own gun a .45 beretta pistol with short a clip, chromated and black wooden hand grip, a beautiful specimen. Spoiler: click to toggle When he looked around, he felt somehow out of place, except for the authorities The Seneschal and The Keeper the raid member were more armed than a SWAT team, each of them. That shocked him and wonder if he should have ask for a bazooka or RPG, not that he knew how to use it but at least it would have give him points for style and intimidation. "Good evening" he said to everyone. |
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| George Henry Harris | Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 20:19 Post #7 |
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George was the next to arrive, dressed in an urban night camouflage ensemble of smock, trousers and field cap, completed by combat boots. Underneath the smock he wore a ballistic vest he bought recently and visibly hanging from his belt were a combat knife, an entrenchment tool and 4 stakes together with the holster of his trusted service pistol. In the backpack he wore were some basic tools, dressings, two blood bags, two pairs of handcuffs and a flare gun, just in case. After looking at the people already present and greeting them with a nod and an audible "Good evening", he sat down and waited what would happen. Lucy was here, Toran, Henderson of course and that were about all the people he knew. Edited by George Henry Harris, Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 20:21.
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| Sawyer | Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 22:47 Post #8 |
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Slouched against the wall not far from Jane was a broad-shouldered Nosferatu. Cloaked in shadow and the dimness of the room, it was hard to make out much about him, but the glint of yellow predator's eyes made it clear that he was projecting no mask tonight.The hollows of his face were starkly shadowed, ruined flesh and blackened muscle twisted into an impassive look. Sawyer wore a simple black hoodie and a pair of dark, slim jeans tucked into scuffed, dirty combat boots. Over it was a bulletproof vest, also nicked from Blythe House security, and over that in turn was his usual battered leather jacket. From his belt loop hung a sheathed Bowie knife. In a holster on the opposite hip was his dad's old M1911; though he'd spent nearly thirty years with it as a constant companion, Sawyer hadn't had to fire it even once since arriving in London. He rather hoped things stayed that way. Otherwise, he was traveling lightly tonight. Inside his the deep pockets of his jacket rested a folding survival knife and a multitool; nestled between them were dog-eared copies of sewer maps, carefully marked with potential routes into the laboratory. In the opposite pocket was the phone Toran had made for him, which more than likely would end up being his primary means of communication for the night, considering his propensity for sneaking and poofing. The final trick he had quite literally up his sleeve was a small brown mouse, ghouled with his own blood and lulled into a gentle sleep between the folds of his jacket's pocket. It was, after all, always a good idea to have an extra pair of eyes along for the night. Edited by Sawyer, Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 23:02.
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| Ronnie | Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 23:28 Post #9 |
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Ancilla
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As usual Ronnie wasn´t one of the first people to arrive, but he wasn´t late either. He didn´t have any "fancy" combat equipment or wear, he just had his usual low-budget stuff that was meant for occasions like this. The Brujah was wearing a black hoodie, a vest (not bullet-proof) with a small gun, some stakes, a knife in it. All that was hidden under a thick leather jacket that reached his waist. His black dagger was placed in the inside pocket of the jacket, he had altered the pocket to make it a perfect fit for the dagger. Like this he could walk through the city without attracting attention, he didn´t look like equipped for combat as long as the jacket was closed. Well, he wore combat boots, but that alone didn´t mean a thing these days, it was quite a common sight. Ronnie simply greeted with a "Hi", this wasn´t a fancy ball here after all. He saw that three Brujah were already there, he was glad to see them and gave them a smile. He opened his jacket now because that felt more comfortable when sitting. |
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| NPC | Wednesday, 9. April 2014, 20:24 Post #10 |
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The Game Master
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Gideon arrived last in a dark suit and coat. e looked over the assembled kindred, nodded and sat down on an empty seat. He seemed to have no questions so far and simply paid attention to what was going on around him. After welcomin the participants, Henderson nodded and the figure behind the computer projected a collage of several images to the wall. London gave way to a picture of the surrounding buildings. They had all been part of the Complex before but had been sold off one by one, until the last building changed hands when the company dissolved. Therefore, the surrounding buildings shared the floor plan of the target, as they had been refurbished by the same company. Each of the three buildings had three floors with the same outline. floor plans Another picture was a crudely drawn map of the sewers. It didn't have any measurements or markings on it, just an arrow to show where north was and a rough estimation where the target building would be. It would be possible to get into the ground floor of the building, but it would require a breakthrough through the concrete floor. Sawyer had also noticed a few vents and ducts that had looked like they would allow an animal in if it was small enough. He had been able to shadow the few people coming and going and was able to put three faces to Blackman's descriptions and had a photo of a fourth person that migh come in handy. Henderson mentiond he found that bringing up the schematics for thewhole block would have been a bit problematic due to time constraints. However, the estimated police response time on the most urgent despatch level was 15 minutes, with single elements possible there earlier. The Seneshal recommended not trying to test in what kind of shape the MET was on that evening and also mentioned that the reaction time of the TA wouldn't be of importance because if the TA didn't end anyone pulling stuff that got the Army involved, the Nosferatu Primogen would gladly do so in person. Adressing what was left of Torans inquiries and requests, he noted that comparable power outputs hadn't been able to be brought up in the time that was on their disposal. However the energy intake from the net was low for n apartment block this size, although what looked like solar cells on the roof might have played a part in that. Blackman hadn't seen any scanners or motion sensors and didn't know about lasers, sensors and pressure pads. Blackman had told Jane that he had been confined to his room whenever he had not been working in the lab. Only during the escape had he been able to see the buildin in which he had been held. According to him the laboratory was on the middle floor. His room had been guarded, but he had not seen other guards during his escape. His guard had looked like a 'nasty lowlife'. He also had no idea about the shifts, if there were any. The doors had bee locked with conventional keys, that should be able to be taken from key personel (He had apologized to Jane for the lousy pun after it had been pointed out to him). He told them the materials they were looking for would either be in the laboratory or in the cryo storage. Blackwood was not guaranteed to be there, but he had been checking on progress constantly and if they were still working, he probably would continue to do so as well. Jean described some faces he had seen around, three altogether to Jane so se could roughly picture them. The Grand Harpy had agreed to see if she could get any more details and had told Jane she would be in touch if something new came up. Thus after most questions had been dealt with, Henderson agreed that it would be best to get an idea what people could do and what they were good and bad at to see if anyone besides Clarice would want to be teamed up with someone specific and perhaps structure the group a bit. |
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| Pierre | Wednesday, 9. April 2014, 21:17 Post #11 |
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The Black Rose
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Pierre had arrived earlier in the evening, and after a greeting to Jane had gone on to a back room for some quiet contemplation and reading. He was dressed in black boots, cargo pants and commando sweater. He had what gear remained from his WWII service as a Captain in the Free French Army... and whatever else he could easily get his hands on. His old .45 sidearm of course, nestled in a well-worn and well cared-for leather holster. The bayonet from his M-1 rifle was in a sheath. A Leatherman multi-tool was in one pocket as was a large LED Maglite torch/club. In another pocket he had two stakes, extra pointy. Lastly he carried three extra clips for his pistol. When the Black Rose heard the meeting start up, he quietly entered the room and sat in the back. The sole of his boot had a date with Blackwood's neck. And he would hate to disappoint. Pierre glanced around, there were many kindred here he didn't know. Some that he had seen before at least. However, he seemed to be the only Rose in attendance. No matter. He would be Rose enough. Edited by Pierre, Wednesday, 9. April 2014, 21:23.
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| Toran | Wednesday, 9. April 2014, 21:34 Post #12 |
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Toran slipped an arm around Lucy's waist and reached up to scratch his beard. His frost blue eyes studied the layout and he grimaced. That was a LOT of rooms, with very little time to search the place. "That place is a maze. Any of the rooms could be set up to trigger alarms in another room. If I were working with an experienced entrance crew who were planning a timed heist of that location I'd tell them to call it off with this little information to go on. As it stands, I'd say that causing a block wide blackout would be a good idea. Perhaps blow a transformer. That'd take out any alarms that aren't being run off the solar grid on the roof. Lucy and I could get up there, cut the power from that source once we get a signal that the entrance teams are already moving into the building. Should delay any attempt to call the cops. But unless your informant can point out WHICH of those apartments holds the labs, which hold the cold storage, you're looking at a room by room, unit by unit search and that takes time. We may need to consider something to occupy the police. Are there any abandoned buildings in a three block radius we could set on fire? Nothing that'll hurt people, but if the fire department and the bobbies are dealing with a 2 alarm fire then they won't be coming to investigate reports of loud noises in a blackout." Dropping the building would be fast, but not safe considering it might release the virus which was unacceptable. "Alternatively I could make a hydraulic jack and work up some shaped charges and blow a hole in from the basement. But the thud would be audible to anyone with a halfway decent set of ears, so without knowing a better layout of the building it might end up costing just as much time as going in through the doors." Toran could arrange to blast a whole in the floor and lower it on a lift. It wouldn't cause as much attention as blowing the floor to fragments, but the thump would travel through the building and anyone paying attention would feel it and know that something just shook the building. London wasn't exactly known for it's earthquakes. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 9. April 2014, 22:21 Post #13 |
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Art in Ink
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Lucy was for the most part quiet, seeing as Toran was far better at this kind of stuff than she was. If anything, she was the muscles, which was kind of funny considering her tiny form compared to his. What she was good at though was doing what needed to be done, and as such she listened intently and took mental notes of all that was being said while in turn slipping an arm around Toran, She wasn't going to be leaving his side. She was there, with him, and she intended to stay with him through this whole thing as far as was possible. That she wasn't too happy about the blue print showing what was a potential time drain and set up for a trap was fairly obvious, but Toran was already pointing things out so no need to double up on the obvious. |
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| Clarice Harris | Wednesday, 9. April 2014, 22:28 Post #14 |
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Sexually abused by a Jew
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She was glancing at the building plans, looking for typical ways burglars could take How about roof access? I'd try the elevator shaft, after power shutdown it should be 100% safe. Alternatively we could observe the building and get in through one of numerous windows She was playing with her steel rope, twining it between her fingers I bet they have emergency power system there, it must be either in the basement or on the roof. Block-wide blackout might only give them an early warning. Anyway, I can climb the roof and cut off the batteries. Tracing proper wires is no big deal |
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| Sawyer | Thursday, 10. April 2014, 06:02 Post #15 |
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"No one's settin' any fires tonight," Sawyer said firmly from his post by the wall. "A diversion ain't any good if it gets one of us killed, particularly if it ain't necessary." "Clarice's got a damn good point about a full block blackout maybe just servin' as warnin'. We can't afford to go in guns blazin' on this, and if we make too much of a ruckus, who's to say Blackwood won't just disappear? 'Sides, even if it's a distraction, I don't think it's gonna do us any favors to draw kine attention to the area." Especially not police, or anyone else that tended to notice things out of the ordinary and ask too many questions. Tonight subtlety was their only real shot at preserving the Masquerade. "The other thing 'bout cuttin' the power is the fact that labs are, well, sensitive, aren't they? They're storin' material that's gotta be in a certain environment, at a certain temperature. Dependin' on how long this operation takes, we might end up ruinin' the very thing we're after- a potential cure, or at least somethin' Dr. Wilke can use to make one." He glanced over at Jane, as if he was making sure he was on the right track. Sawyer's crash course on the care and keeping of viruses was mostly gleamed from Google and Wikipedia in an attempt to make sense of Blackman's testimony, but he figured that Jane, who was rather more clever than him anyway, knew her stuff far better than he did. "Ideally, we could get a few folks in through more quiet, conventional ways before the power was ever cut. Frankly, I don't trust that the situation's gonna be the same once we're in there as it is on paper. There's not even the slightest guarantee that those blueprints are fullproof- they're what, a decade old? It wasn't even a laboratory then, so I'd be expectin' changes- and Blackman didn't know much about the facility in general, considerin' the way he was kept. A starting point is nice, but solid intel is nicer. We've got a couple ways of goin' about that- sneakin' in, usin' our covers, even sendin' a lil' furry friend to check things out for us. The more we know, the better- and preferably soon." "As for gettin' in from below... don't reckon that much force is necessary." He shrugged slightly. "Ain't like concrete is much of an obstacle- we've got what, a half-dozen super-strong types with us tonight? Biggest problem would still be the noise inherent there, so that ain't exactly preferable. Think the roof and elevator shaft's a more promisin' option if Clarice and her partner are willin'. Might even be best for our teams to all enter in different ways, whether it's the roof, the basement, or the front door- cover more ground that way, with less of a chance of us all gettin' security on our asses at the same time." Edited by Sawyer, Thursday, 10. April 2014, 06:04.
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| Toran | Thursday, 10. April 2014, 12:50 Post #16 |
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"I'm sorry. I thought you were serious about having time to investigate this. I see you're not. Because whacking at a cement floor with sledge hammers waiting for potence to break through the kind of thickness a FLOOR is made from would take about 10 minutes to get a hole big enough for people to go through. Shape charge would take about 30 seconds. Especially when you're dealing with your handles breaking because they can't handle the force of the impacts." Toran straightened up and shook his head. "Fifteen minute response time. You have to assume that the cops will be called the MOMENT the perimeter is breached. Even by a rat. That's the entire window you have to pull this off unless you're willing to start killing cops as they show up to investigate. That's how you survive as a professional thief. You're not going to search THAT building in 15 minutes. Especially if you're stopping to try and figure out what the scientific equipment means and what it does. Which, do ANY of you have training in how to tell what high grade cooling and heating equipment looks like and how to safely manipulate it to take your prize? Or were you planning on dragging your prisoner along and making him do it? Which goes out the window if he gets capped." He zipped up his coat. "This is a waste of time. You think half-assing it is going to get you in just because you have fancy powers to cover your ass? Forget it. I worked with people who took places like this with just their own hands and their brains. They did it through meticulous planning and careful preperation to negate the response time. Arranging traffic jams to block the cops. Distractions to keep the police from arriving. If the power for an entire block goes down, people don't immediately think "Oh, we're under attack" They look out the window to see if it's just them, or the entire area. If the whole neighborhood is down then they figure it's a blackout. Which HAPPENS, even in London. It's not inherently suspicious. Cooling equipment and heating equipment doesn't automatically lose their temperature the minute the power is cut. It takes time for the laws of thermodynamics to apply and shift things. Especially if the building has a backup power source. Have you considered that Blackwood might have the place wired for camera and be willing to stream it or broadcast it online for anyone to see? The kind of maniac who blows up ferris wheels and drops planes might not care about the Masquerade. There's no guarantee he doesn't WANT you to break in and show the world what you can do." He sighs and takes Lucy's hand, he knows if he goes, she will. He was very very tempted to go. If they were going to Mickey Mouse this shit he was out. He wasn't going to take the chance of Lucy getting infected or killed because they're too squeamish to do what needs to be done. He was very tempted to just walk. Only reason he had joined up was because he thought, given his history of working with security breakers and thieves, he might be able to help. But if they were going to rely on their vampire powers to make up for having a careful plan, he wasn't taking part in that. It was stupid and reckless. "You wanna go hon? I'm not putting you in danger because people don't want to think things through, and I'm not getting in a gunfight with the cops because people don't want to make a good plan." |
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| Jane Marlow | Thursday, 10. April 2014, 15:58 Post #17 |
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Mister Craig made suggestions that made sense given his history and style. Clarice and Sawyer made some suggestions that were consistent with their history and style. Jane watched the Brujah become aggravated at their dismissal of some of his ideas. Once Toran was done she started talking in as calm, and level a voice as she could manage. She managed that pretty well, though as she spoke, one of her fingers tapped compulsively against her knee. "Clarice, I agree with your assessment about the likelihood of an emergency backup generator given the fact that there's a lab in the building. That is, as I understand it, standard protocol. I also agree that roof access is a good venue for you to explore." Jane shrugged slightly in response to Sawyer's questioning glance. "While it's possible we'll find a cure, it's more likely we'll find something that will help lead Blackman to a cure. I understand your concern about cutting the power, but Mister Craig makes a valid point that there are inevitably fail safes, and like Clarice observed, likely a backup generator. I agree with you that I would like to give the subtle members of our group a chance to infiltrate before doing anything dramatic, but I'm not averse to having the option of taking the lights out." "Mister Craig, I agree with your assessment that magical vampire strength and sledgehammers is not a replacement for a hydraulic jack and explosives, and that your suggestion would be optimal should we choose to approach from below." "In regards to your concerns about handling the materials, Deputy Sawyer and I have been talking to Professor Blackwood and Harpy Wilke about how to identify and deal with the samples when we find them. We're going to drill you all in that before we leave. I have a power point. While it needs a careful hand, the protocol is fairly simple. To address your concerns about being infected, while it's possible, it does require blood contact, and the darts certainly won't penetrate your armor. You can examine them if you like. If you're very concerned, you and Miss Fehrer may wish to consider neck guards, and a helmet. That's what I'm going with." She touched the visored helmet beside her to illustrate this point. "To address your other concerns Mister Craig--Blackwood does not want to break the Masquerade. I agree with you, he is a maniac, but he is a maniac with a method. Every one of his attacks has been carefully orchestrated to conceal his and our nature from society at large. I feel very confident in asserting that we don't have to worry about him live streaming us and more than we have to worry about Prince Alarik doing so." "Once we're inside I also believe that it is unlikely that we are going to have to worry about anyone calling the police. These are vampires who kidnapped multiple civilians and who are developing biological weapons. Blackwood isn't going to want the authorities here any more than we do. He and his henchmen are more likely to want to kill us than get us arrested." "That being said." And Jane gritted her teeth and said this next part with a deep sigh: "I may be wrong, and there is extra security to be gained in...distracting the police. Rather than setting fires, I would suggest we cut phone lines to the building before entering. That's less noticeable than a power outage. Given your experience, do you think you could handle that Mister Craig? In addition, and because cell phones, we can ask Senschal Henderson to have his people ready to flood this jurisdiction with 911 calls the moment one of us is spotted. Powerful police response. Lots of confusion. No actual damage. Would that satisfy your concerns on that front, Mister Craig?" Edit: Removed Jane's objection to tunneling in from below. Because tunnels are cool. Edit: Removed mobile phone jammer because we probably couldn't get one of those in time, and it would screw over Obfuscate phones. Edited by Jane Marlow, Thursday, 10. April 2014, 19:00.
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| Toran | Thursday, 10. April 2014, 16:13 Post #18 |
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The large man cocked his head, listening to Jane. Then he nodded. He seated himself next to Lucy and frowned in thought. He sat down and started scratching his black beard, his frost blue eyes narrowing. "We have helmets, they're in the truck. Interiors lined with kevlar actually. Along with a number of tools that should prove useful. I've got a portable heating unit and a portable cooler on the off chance the chemicals need to be moved at a specific temperature. I've got a portable oxyacetylene torch, though it... makes me nervous... to use it now, it'll carve through several inches of hardened steel in case there's a vault that we need to get into." He took a few deep breaths and frowned. "Sorry, temper is a bit, iffy, of late." He wrapped an arm around Lucy to help calm himself, rubbing her shoulder slowly, the sensation of the biker leather under his fingers soothing him as he worked to cool his temper. "The fire is excessive. Cutting the phone lines is a simple task, I can manage that without a problem. I can also make a good jammer to block any cellphone or blue tooth; anything not using my encrypted frequencies. As long as the jammer is broadcasting they won't be able to call out or in. Ours'll be the only communication gear working." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 10. April 2014, 21:34 Post #19 |
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Art in Ink
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Lucy knew well enough that in a situation like this Toran could easily speak for both of them as far as concerns and plans went in this case. She was his Sire, in matters concerning Kindred and responsibilities and what have you, sure, she'd take the lead. But they were talking about something Toran had far more experience with than her so she listened and instead made sure to let him know that she was right there with him and she would be throughout the whole thing. If he left, she'd go with him. But seeing as some of his concerns were being addressed her job instead would be to ensure that he kept his calm and his cool. Things were, after all, different now that he was an actual Brujah and not "just" a Ghoul. The temper that all of their bloodline suffered from hit that much stronger now. And while he was a strong willed man it took time to get a proper grip of it. |
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| Adael Avir | Friday, 11. April 2014, 03:34 Post #20 |
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Adael listened carefully to Sawyer's explaination and stared to the blueprints looking for details but there was still a doubt in his mind. "Excuse Sir but what kind of laboratory is this? Is it a factory or research facility? According to the previously said, the Lab itself is in the mid-floor, so what's the purpose for the rest of the building? or is it fully dedicated?" Adael made a pause to think then continued saying "What are they up to biotech? chemicals? More than mere infomative its a practical question to know what kind of hazards we might find there, in case anyone shoot to an explosive tank by mistake." |
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