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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 22. April 2014, 13:36 (2,739 Views) | |
| NPC | Tuesday, 22. April 2014, 13:36 Post #1 |
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The first team had been inserted successfully, working their way into a position to observe the target building and start their assigned tasks. Their target building was a big ugly block of concrete. Most of the windows had been taped over with newspapers and other pieces of paper, othershad been boarded up completely. The neighboring buildings had about 60 feet distance to this oneand looked exactly the same, save for smaller details like the chain link fence with the company logo that was still in place, clinking while it moved with the occasional gust of wind, the satellte dish on the roof or th big antenna next to it. They could see a man in dark clothes next to the main entrance. He was looking rather bored and tried to not call too much attention to his presence, but the glimming cigarette gave him away pretty easily. The facade was brick, it would be a challenge to climb, but not impossible with the correct equipment and a bit of experience. A few spots had caught Clarices attention already on the building layout, like the staircases, which had small windows that would be easy to avoid or a few morehidden corners in the angles of the buildings sides. The only obstacle was the 'guard'. And the cameras on the four corners of the buildings roof, slowly moving their focus over the perimeter. |
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| Clarice Harris | Saturday, 31. May 2014, 10:40 Post #61 |
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Sexually abused by a Jew
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Clarice grabbed Toran's arm to drag his attention, but it was too late. Something looking almost like a smoke grenade just blew at their feet, she had no idea what's spreading in the air, but she heard enough of chemical warfare. She didn't dare to take a single breath, not to mention speaking Guns wouldn't do much to an armored target, she placed her bet on her old good dagger. Bloody mess wasn't her style, she'd go for precise blows |
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| Toran | Saturday, 31. May 2014, 11:20 Post #62 |
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The Formerly Hated
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Toran, being a pragmatic sort, dove to the floor behind the heaviest bank of equipment he could find to avoid the grenade. If Clarice's grip on his arm was tight enough he'd probably end up taking her with him without noticing. It was his intention, if he were still capable when the grenade went off, to get back up with his supernatural speed and throw the heaviest object he could snag at the armored figure... well the heaviest object that wasn't one of his partners. |
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| NPC | Sunday, 1. June 2014, 22:43 Post #63 |
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The group dove for cover successfully and disappeared from their opponents sight. Toran found a gas bottle in a rack. It looked heavy and well-suited for the job he wanted it for. As he lifted it and rose to propel it towards their enemy, he saw several flashes and felt the impact of several projectiles hitting him like blows in a fist fight. The firing ceased as the armoured figure went down under the weight of the gas bottle, but the fog-like gas was still thick in the room. What now ? |
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| Clarice Harris | Sunday, 1. June 2014, 23:17 Post #64 |
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Sexually abused by a Jew
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Clarice was crazed by the sight of gas canister flying around, a step towards Rötschreck. She tried her best to keep it cool. They got what they needed, it was time to evacuate. She sneaked out of this room and made her way to the staircase, watching out for another ambush. She would try to descend to ground level and see if there's any survivor from other teams |
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| Toran | Monday, 2. June 2014, 12:30 Post #65 |
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Not needing to breath the huge man simply stopping doing so as he moved through the room. Approaching the man who went down under the canister he had ever intention of stomping the figure until he was sure he was dead. If the figure turned out to be a vampire, well, he had a large knife and decapitation should work. As far as he could tell only one of the bullets had penetrated his armor and it had punched it's way into his chest. One of his lungs might not be working properly. That could make speaking difficult at best. It seemed like it was time to walk down to the next floor and see what might be awaiting them there. |
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| NPC | Monday, 2. June 2014, 22:59 Post #66 |
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The figure under the gas bottle was dead as a dodo, no vampire there. They stepped over the obstacle and continued down the stairs. Clarice took point and arrived at the door to the middle floor first. Everything looked good on first view, she could either go through said door or continue downstairs. As she turned to scout downstairs, she noticed she couldn't hear the steps of the others coming down the stairs anymore. It was completely silent. |
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| Toran | Monday, 2. June 2014, 23:04 Post #67 |
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Toran motioned for Lucy to cover him and continued to explore this new floor. He was confident she'd be able to protect him after healing with the last of the blood supply he'd given her, and frankly she was more powerful than he was. For himself he had his shotgun out and ready and he swept it in turn with his frost-blue eyes. Eyes that were hard to see behind the helmet of his armored riding leathers. The bullet in his lung was painful, distracting him. He couldn't talk if he wanted too because air had been whistling in and out of his chest when he tried to breath. It was probably a good thing he wasn't a mortal or a ghoul anymore. Because he'd have been in a rough place all things considered. |
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| Clarice Harris | Tuesday, 3. June 2014, 00:07 Post #68 |
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Sexually abused by a Jew
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Dead silence was frightening, similar to what can be experienced in the Abyss. Except there was no abnormal shadow. Instead of exploring the bottom floor, Clarice climbed backed to the middle floor, trying to find the two Brujah. Walking even a few meters away from them seemed like the worst option for now. She had a bad feeling other groups might have been split up. She felt somewhat obliged to come for rescue, but working alone would get everyone in even worse trouble |
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| NPC | Wednesday, 4. June 2014, 01:54 Post #69 |
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As soon as Clarice noticed the figure with the dark hoodie, her perception of it was affected by a bright flash of light as both barrels of the shotgun were fired at her simultaneously without any sound at all. The others, coming down the stairs, only saw the flashing of the lights further downstairs. The empty shotgun was all evidence that remained as the assailant had vanished again. Only the silence had remained in place and nothing they did would make a sound. What now ? |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 4. June 2014, 02:04 Post #70 |
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Toran held out his arm and backed Lucy up behind him until he got back to his trusty ripped off door. Then he shifted it so it would take up almost the entire of the stairwell and proceeded to turn on his supernatural speed as he began to run down the stairs as fast as he could. He purposefully let the edges of the door scrape and drag against the wall, using his strength to push through. He hoped Clarice got out of the way, but he figured he'd either slam into the hidden assailant or send it scampering ahead of them to get out of the way. Either way his plan was to steam roll down until he made solid contact with something capable of stopping his potence fueled bulk. He felt Lucy pushing against him from behind, keeping up easily and realized, with the two of them moving together, whatever stopped them had best be solid indeed. |
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| Clarice Harris | Wednesday, 4. June 2014, 20:36 Post #71 |
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The impact caused by shots threw Clarice against the wall. She slided down, sitting there semi-conscious. The excruciating pain narrowed her awareness to her own body. She could barely move, having her chest and one of arms stuffed with lead. She wasn't quite sure about her face, after checking it turned out her chin is almost stripped of flesh. Then her hand went down, finding scraps of fabric that used to be her jacket. Though it was painful, she examined her chest, finding out most of her ribs were damaged. She wasn't quite sure what to begin with, it seemed like healing that broken arm is reasonable. She torn jacket's sleeve off, revealing mutilated flesh. Being wounded so badly she fixed only the bones and muscles, still missing proper skin Before she could continue recovery process, Toran and Lucy have run over her legs, crushing them and crippling her completely. She was trying to howl, but with lungs and trachea riddled with buckshot, she could only cough blood and flesh. She couldn't hear herself or anything else for that matter, it all seemed hopeless. All she could do was to heal the legs for now |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 6. June 2014, 12:48 Post #72 |
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Shit just went from bad to worse, though trusting Toran to keep it up, Lucy came to a rather abrupt halt as she wouldn't be leaving Clarice behind. Instead the Brujah would, unless the Malkavian fought her (or perhaps even then, despite protests), grab the woman, apologize under her breath and throw her over her shoulder. Because Potence meant she could actually do that, keep her secure while she moved and still have an arm free to fire her weapon if needed be. Either way, no one was getting left behind the cluster fuck. |
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| NPC | Tuesday, 10. June 2014, 16:29 Post #73 |
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The Game Master
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The three made their way down the stairs. It was a long way down and in the end, they were standing in front of a door. A reinforced metal door with what looked like a clear window in it. behind it was a dark room, barely lit and with not much that they could make out. But they could see something that looked like movement on the other side of the door. What now ? |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 10. June 2014, 16:35 Post #74 |
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Toran looked and Lucy and nodded to the door. The two would door their best to rid the thing out of the wall the same way they'd gotten rid of the high security door on the upper floors. Toran would prop the door he'd used as an improved ram above Clarice on the stairs to give her overhead protection from attacks that might follow them down the stairs. He didn't want the Malkavian hurt worse than she already was. The big Brujah was growing tired of this place. He wanted to finish up their business soon. It was possible he was already carrying both samples of the disease and the cure in his bag and he had no idea how long they'd last, even in their sealed containers. |
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| Clarice Harris | Tuesday, 10. June 2014, 20:06 Post #75 |
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Clarice started regaining consciousness as more injuries were healed. She didn't know where exactly she was brought, but at least Toran and Lucy were near, seemingly providing her with a provisional shelter. Her legs were now functional again, so she could kneel and lean on her palms. It was time to fix her chest, at least the vitals and ribcage. Dozens of pellets were hitting the ground with metallic sound, some hoarse breath could be heard once in a while, but with two hulks wrecking solid door it was hardly audible There wasn't much vitae left in her body, hunger could be felt as horrible void surrounding her guts. While she could still control herself, smell or sight of fresh blood would be irresistable. And so a horrible looking creature rose from behind the door. Ragged, with patches of missing skin ranging from bottom of her face to her waist. She was still using the door as a shield, carefully moving towards the passage that was being breached right now |
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| NPC | Friday, 13. June 2014, 18:30 Post #76 |
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The Game Master
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The door opened of its own accord. Gideon Lockwood was on the other side. He appeared to be badly burned, and staggering, barely on his feet. One of his eyes had been torn out and was oozing down his face. He pointed behind him, down the hall, where the noises of combat were discernable. "We were attacked. They got Marlow." |
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| Clarice Harris | Friday, 13. June 2014, 19:38 Post #77 |
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Clarice stepped forward to face Gideon. Her beast was doing everything to break free from her will's chains, but it had to wait at least for a moment. She's put her hands on his shoulders, giving him a brief look in the remaining eye. Supposed Blackwood. She was willing to strike right away. But instead she tightened her grip and pulled him inside the corridor, with sole intention of trapping him between her and the two Brujah. The battle ahead would wait, they had a big fish right there, he only needed to be staked and delivered to their supervisor |
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| Toran | Friday, 13. June 2014, 19:48 Post #78 |
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Toran shifted and his shotgun rose and was aimed straight at Lockwood's face, his voice a deep bass rumble that seemed to resonate from the very ground beneath the huge man. "I wouldn't move Mr. Blackwood, Lucy and I can both move faster than you, and just decide to split you in half and check inside you for the antidote." The words came out with a splatter of blood smearing the inside of his helmet. Talking with a bullet lodged in his lung was uncomfortable to say the least. He shifted, not to protect Lucy this time, but to give her room to move. He wasn't worried about his baby being able to handle things. He knew she could take care of herself. |
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| NPC | Friday, 13. June 2014, 22:56 Post #79 |
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In order to aim at Lockwood's face, Toran had to look at the man's eye, which widened as Blackwood realized he was found out, and then hardened with focus and effort as he stared back into Toran's eyes. "[Dominate/Mezmerize] Attack Clarice." As he spoke, and earsplitting sound came from his pocket. It seemed he had activated some sort of an alarm that blared loudly enough to be heard through the building. In response, the noises from down the hall would stop, and then reform into footsteps headed this way. |
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| Clarice Harris | Friday, 13. June 2014, 23:13 Post #80 |
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Blackwood's command requiered a rapid response. Without thinking much, Clarice took advantage of her position and leaped through recently opened door to hide in the corner, only focusing on fooling everyone around [Obfuscate: Vanish from Mind's Eye]. She was starving, the need to refuel her drained tissues became really urgent. She crouched in there, waiting for incoming forces to pass by. The plan was fairly simple - grab the last enemy and drain him empty |
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