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| [ARCHIVED] - [Zippo Run] Act I: Scaling the walls [Team Sky] | |
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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 22. April 2014, 13:36 (2,736 Views) | |
| NPC | Tuesday, 22. April 2014, 13:36 Post #1 |
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The Game Master
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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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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 25. June 2014, 12:18 Post #101 |
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Art in Ink
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Considering she couldn't see the attacker there was precious little she could do to avoid the blow. Now, at the very least she was wearing body armour, and most likely that was the only gracing feature about the entire situation as it offered a small level of protection against the blade with the kevlar and stap proof fabric. It didn't stop it, but with the direction she was moving in and the body armour combined it changed the angle ever so slightly so that with the sudden impact and her body reacting to the pain, she was at the very least not chopped in two. The cut was deep enough to hurt though, damaging bone as well as flesh as it dug into her back, cracked a shoulder blade, damaged a couple of ribs and spread the fire of the poison through her system. And considering an Assamite's poison abilities? The fact that she crumpled to the floor with a scream of pain and a splash of blood splattering across the wall was probably the best that could be expected. Did she ever mention how she hated shit like this? She probably hadn't but she did! She really really did. Though... between rolling over and playing dead and striking back with what she had, she went with striking back. Or lashing out at the very least as she lashed out with her combat knife from her position on the floor, drawing it in a swiping motion in hope of hitting something. Because while she didn't have blood poisons, she did have Potence. |
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| NPC | Saturday, 28. June 2014, 14:24 Post #102 |
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The Game Master
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Lucy lashed out and struck at the Assassin's leg with desperate strength and Potence. Her blade bit down to the bone and scratched it. The dark skinned man stumbled back and, wounded and seeing Sawyer fast approaching, decided to turn and run. Lucy could not pursue and Sawyer chose no to, instead crouching down to help Lucy, giving her a flask of blood that was part of the equipment their team had brought. (( OOC: Unless extreme action is taken, the Assassin is declaring fair escape and removing himself from the scene. )) Clarice successfully bloodied her attacker enough to drive George to target him over her. A barreling force of Brujah rage impacted the armored man, who struggled against it, but was ultimately overpowered and savaged. George was distantly aware that the blood he drew and tasted was Kindred as he beat this individual into torpor. Clarice freed herself. Toran's beast was keen on this plan, until it realized that its intended target was still carrying FIRE. The same thing that warded off George warded off Toran, and the man successfully escaped down the stairs. Toran, in the meantime, had a moment to recover himself and might, if he wanted to and worked hard, break out of frenzy. Ronnie was making absolutely sure his target was dead. Blackwood was still slumped at the far end of the hall. (( OOC: You have largely subdued or driven off your enemies at this point. Please post final actions. )) |
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| Toran | Saturday, 28. June 2014, 15:02 Post #103 |
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The Formerly Hated
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Toran did indeed flinch back from the flare when he caught sight of it. The frenzying Brujah had no craving to face fire when it wasn't blood hungry or protecting it's blood bond. The beast snarled and slammed it's huge fists into the wall over and over as the rational part of it's mind clawed its way back into the forefront of his brain. The massive Brujah focused on the new blood coursing through his body and focused on healing his lung and thigh, fueling the forced healing inside his body, pushing the bullet back out through the hole it had made, as he did with the crossbow bolt. His body trembled with the fury of his beast as it slowly bled out of his system. When he was calm he went to secure Blackwood, intending to use Potence and his roll of duct tape to fold the terrorist into a nice, easy to carry little lump. It wasn't like having his limbs popped out of joint, broken and folded would brother the vampire. In the long run. |
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| Clarice Harris | Saturday, 28. June 2014, 16:33 Post #104 |
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Sexually abused by a Jew
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It took her a while to recover from the shock, she couldn't believe George didn't just rip her in half, along with the armored man. After short meeting with co-workers, she would make her way back into the building, to retrieve all equipment and treasures lost in the ambush. That would be the bag of samples, later handed over to Henderson and that mysterious lockbox, her personal prize Clarice would ask for escort to some safe house, her skin damage was a maqsuerade breaker and it couldn't be healed on the site |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 30. June 2014, 22:27 Post #105 |
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Cut and battered and feeling less that peachy, Lucy took the blood that was offered in hopes of staving off a lurking frenzy. Though, if they now managed to get out of there, there might be some boxing bags that would have to pay with their lives once she got back home. For now, she focused on helping where she could, thankful for the fact that they'd thought so far ahead as to load the bullets into the magazines while wearing gloves back when they'd prepped for this. They hadn't anticipated all Hell breaking lose, but better safe than sorry right? As there was no way and no time to pick up all the bullet casings. A quick thanks for the blood and she'd help Toran secure Blackwood's torpored body before checkign what ammo she had left and getting ready to get out of there. |
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| Ronnie | Thursday, 3. July 2014, 15:27 Post #106 |
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Ancilla
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Ronnie finally let go of the man, certain that he was dead now. He looked around. It seemed as if nobody was fighting any more. So the shit was over? Good. The Brujah looked at himself. He looked a mess, he had bad burns and cuts. He couldn´t heal all of that tonight. Ronnie heard what Clarice said, she looked pretty rough, too. "I need such escort, too." |
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| NPC | Tuesday, 8. July 2014, 16:41 Post #107 |
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The Game Master
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Toran and Lucy succesfully lumped and carried the torpid Blackwood. He was delivered to Henderson downstairs. George, once he had calmed down, stopped tearing the young vampire apart. It was difficult to say whether the young-looking man was torpid or dead. Clarice tried to read his aura, and discovered that he was dead. That happens sometimes when a Brujah frenzies on you. Clarice retrieved the samples and also delivered them to Henderson. She eventually opened the lockbox to discover that it contained 20,000 pounds in cash. Apparently some petty cash for the operation. Clarice, Toran, Lucy, Ronnie, and everyone else who requested passage back to the safehouse got it in the form of the van Team Street had brought. Once there, the Nosferatu Primogen let them stay and provided them all the rat blood they could eat until they were healed enough to go outside. Nosferatu ghouls were on hand for a few days to fetch whatever the recovering vampires needed. Sawyer elected to stay behind and subtly monitor the building. He wanted to catch anyone returning to the scene of the crime, and if the area seemed safe, go in a clean up the bodies. Congratulations. You have completed Zippo Run. |
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| Graham Mason | Wednesday, 7. September 2016, 21:23 Post #108 |
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Steak Tartare (YODO)
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This mini quest has been officially [ARCHIVED] Please, contact the Mods if it should be opened again for any reason. |
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Oh no! My souffle! "Words", stress level, "MetaMason", "THEVOICEOFREASON" | |
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