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| [ARCHIVED] - Getting ground (group one [George, Leslie, Max, Ronnie])) | |
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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 24. September 2014, 20:17 (3,281 Views) | |
| George Henry Harris | Wednesday, 24. September 2014, 20:17 Post #1 |
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The first group had reached the roof from where they should start the advance into Redbridge according to the plan. At that point the two guards accompanying them withdrew and got on their way to their position. So there they were... Alone on a rooftop two blocks away from the hostile territory... |
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| Leslie | Thursday, 25. September 2014, 12:42 Post #2 |
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There was already a ginger cat sitting on the rooftop, waiting for the men to arrive. The young Gangrel had no intentions on being in a van or whatever the hell would bring them there. An Anarch Gangrel with three Camarilla Brujah in a van... now if that wasn't the start of a nice joke. With a sigh the cat realised the men were late or she had been early. It didn't matter she didn't like the waiting either way. It felt like she was a sitting duck. She had left the London Sabbat for a reason and now returning there was being even crazier than a Malkavian. Somehow she couldn't shake the feeling the Prince just wanted to see her get killed. Sabbat didn't take lightly on their own turning against them. Leslie had seen that more than once. When the Brujah men finally did arrive the Gangrel remained in her feline form. The only she liked, knew and trusted was George. The others were probably alright but after only a quick briefing it wasn't easy to estimate your partners in crime for the night. The cat walked over to George and wrapped herself around his legs to let him know she was happy to see him and that she was ready to help him. A loud purring sound escaped her and the tail swayed graciously from side to side. In this shape she couldn't get recognised and she could be sort of the surprise element for the group. Leslie knew the rooftops better than the streets of London and especially of the Sabbat grounds. So the cat waited for a sign or a word from George before she would make her way to the location of temporary hell. |
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| Max Keller | Sunday, 28. September 2014, 18:46 Post #3 |
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Max and Ronnie arrived together with George. They got onto the roof where there was already a cat. Werenīt they supposed to meet that Gangrel woman here? So maybe that was her. They waited what George would do. OOC
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| George Henry Harris | Monday, 29. September 2014, 18:13 Post #4 |
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A cold breeze came to them as well and a bit of fog arose, though not much by London standards. There wasn't much suspicion of people passing by but only because not many were looking on roof-tops. George arrived clad into his usual camouflage he wore on such missions combined with a green beret and a military backpack filled with necessary things.Once he noticed the cat he scritched her head because he had an idea who it might be and if not being friendly to animals couldn't be wrong, right ? The he waited until the radio started to make noises and Verity gave the signal. "Headquarters to group one: Everything is set, the game can begin ! I repeat: Everything is set, the game can begin !" Smiling he looked at his group andnodded. It began now and they were on their way... |
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| Leslie | Wednesday, 1. October 2014, 13:02 Post #5 |
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The ginger cat clearly loved the gentle scratching from George as she closed her eyes and nuzzled his leg. This however was no time to keep standing around and as soon as the radio made its noise and told them they had the green light she pounced away from George and elegantly leaped around making her way through the maze of the London rooftops. They all knew where they were going but in her cat form it was easier for her to get through smaller places and so she waited every now and then while looking back upon the other men to see if they could keep up with her. The animal sat on a chimney with her tail swaying from side to side while she waited for the others. She would follow them when they moved along. Maybe it was better to stay behind them so she could keep an eye upon them. This was going to be a long night but her main objective was get in and out alive. Other than that fuck it all! Safety was more important. |
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| Max Keller | Wednesday, 1. October 2014, 15:56 Post #6 |
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Max was wearing a black trenchcoat. He had to buy a new one after his other one had been ripped and ruined on his last mission. Luckily his leg had fully grown again after it had been torn off by the mad Nosferatu. Under his coat Max had his two daggers, a short and a long one, and a few stakes. He hated modern guns, so he didnīt have a gun with him. Ronnie was also dressed completely in black, a thick short leather jacket, he had had to buy a new one, too, after his old one got wrecked on that Blackwood mission. He had a gun with him and a long dagger, his "black lady", that didnīt look quite as nice as before after that acid got on it, but it was still fully functional. He had a few stakes with him, too, and a flashlight, just in case. O.K., so the mission could start now. It was no problem for Max and Ronnie to move along skillfully on the rooftops, but they werenīt quite as fast as the cat. They kept an eye on the cat and followed as swiftly as they could. |
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| George Henry Harris | Tuesday, 7. October 2014, 01:02 Post #7 |
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George watched them jump and followed them as rearguard, not that it was necessary yet, but caution never hurt, that's what he was taught after all... Upon landing on the roof he went on to the edge of the next, carefully looking over into the enemy territory about four roofs away... On the streets were a few people, not looking to the roof and passing by, nothing to worry about. Everything seemed quiet, too quiet... Yet time was running out and they had to get going, as always, so to say... They had quite a lot to do this night after all. So before he went on to the next rooftop, he urged his group with a hand gesture to move on... |
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| Renard | Saturday, 11. October 2014, 13:13 Post #8 |
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The people on the street moved on, clueless to what was going on above their heads as the group continued their trip over the roofs of the houses. If they avoided making too much noise, people wouldn't have a reason to look up and they would be able to get into Sabbat territory unscathed. Once they had reached one of the house roofs in the area occupied by the Sabbat not too far off their target destination, they could risk another look. There were even less people on the street than before. So far, they could only see a lonely figure walking along the pavement. The reflective vest and the peaked cap made it easy to identify the man as a police constable. Down the road, in the distance, they could see a small warehouse covered in graffiti and with its front window boarded up. A sign was hanging at the door to. It looked like they were closing in on the first target area. Further observation didn't show any more signs of (un)life on the streets. The only thing that they had gained was a sense of being watched. What now ? (As you may have figured by now, I will be your captain for the Sabbat part of this ride. Surprise ! Lets see how this pans out, shall we ?) |
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| Leslie | Monday, 13. October 2014, 10:16 Post #9 |
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The cat jumped around and soon stood close to the other vampires and especially next to George. She hoped the other two were good fighters. All they knew were the big bad Sabbat but Leslie had been in the middle of it all. She knew how they worked and thought. They were wrong if they thought the enemy would be an easy target. There were always surprises and dangers lurking around. Leslie was not looking forward to this. If it wasn't to prove herself so her relationship with her missing Emily wouldn't be in danger when the Malkavian returned she would just get the fuck out of there. However in the back of her mind she was still having hope for Emily to come back to her. The cat looked up at George and waited for what would come next. She knew Leo was in the other group. Hopefully he was fine. He was after all from her kind and she liked to see her fellow Gangrel safe even after the misunderstanding they had in the past. |
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| Max Keller | Sunday, 19. October 2014, 22:49 Post #10 |
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Ronnie asked himself why he had got involved in this. He had cursed so much about the last mission and even had left London because he had had enough. And yet, here he was. It wasnīt as if he was obliged to do this, he could simply have left London again after that damn celebration. But the thrill of it, the thrill of danger, thatīs what kept making him getting involved in dangerous quests. He just couldnīt stop. It was like an addiction. And surely one night it would be his final death. But hopefully not yet. Max was simply here because thatīs what he had promised to George and to the Prince, and Max kept his promises. He didnīt care for thrills. He hated the Sabbat, who had killed his best friend. But Max would have prefered not to fight against the Sabbat again. It brought back too many bad memories. He hated to remember his fight against the Sabbat in Dresden that had lasted for weeks. At least he wasnīt leading it here. He would have hated that even more. George gestured them to move on, so thatīs what they did. Max and Ronnie managed to move along without making much noise. Then they saw the warehouse. Ronnie asked himself if the others felt like being watched, too, but he didnīt ask. |
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| Renard | Friday, 24. October 2014, 13:45 Post #11 |
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A small buzz signalled an incoming message. George looked at the screen and saw a small text, sent by the number he could identify as Franca's. 'Almost there. Are you around?' They closed in until they were in cover behind a warehouse and could see the fence that kept trespassers from entering the property of the former asylum. They couldn't see the asylum from where they were, but the description of the metal fence and the spikes was accurate. What they could see through the metal bars was a strip of land that looked like it hadn't seen a gardener for some time now. Except for a very feint clicking noise and some cars driving by a few streets away, there was not much to be heard. If they had expected a fold odour of decay or rot, they were disappointed, the smell wasn't extraordinary around here. What now ? |
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| George Henry Harris | Friday, 24. October 2014, 16:17 Post #12 |
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As George closed in, he read the message and typed a short response. 'Yes.' Looking at the scenery he scratched his head wondering what this clicking noise might be, though he was sure he wouldn't like the source of it very much... Could be anything, from an electric fence to something nasty hidden in the grass... Before he approached the fence to create an opening he looked around to see, if he could get some idea where the clicking came from, including a look above him and on the ground. Then he gestured his group (and the others) to be careful and have a look around to watch his back and after that he'd go to the fence and try bending enough bars out of the way to get a way to fit them through... |
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| Leslie | Monday, 27. October 2014, 20:44 Post #13 |
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The surroundings were making her feel on edge. The cat suddenly became slow and deliberate. Something was giving off the wrong vibe. As if someone was watching them. Whatever or whoever it was they would not be surprising the ones inside the building they needed to investigate. Leslie was not looking forward to that. She gave Max and Ronnie a quick glance and wondered what they were feeling and thinking. She was also curious whether they would be useful. No one of this quest was familiar to her except for George and Leo. So it was hard to trust anyone else. Especially as she was the only Anarch of the party. That clicking sound was becoming more and more annoying but it sounded very familiar at the same time. Something that wasn't really much of a city thing. The cat stood and watched how George approached the fence. Too late she figured out what it was. Electricity! It had to be that! The fence was powered with electricity. With wide eyes the cat watched George. This was not going to end well for George. Anxiously she waited for what would happen. It was too late now to call him back he was already holding the bars. The Gangrel hoped she was wrong. After all te clicking could come from anything. |
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| Max Keller | Thursday, 30. October 2014, 23:24 Post #14 |
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Max had a bad feeling about this situation. Something here was off. It felt very much like that night in the cemetary where they had walked into what almost became a deathtrap... Was here also someone already waiting for them? It felt like it somehow, and Max didnīt like that at all. He couldnīt guess at all what that clicking sound might be. Max kept an eye on the surroundings. Could they get ambushed here? He kept looking what went on behind them. Ronnie didnīt feel comfortable either. He was expecting some bad surprise any moment. He thought, too, that it might be a trap. Like it had been in that Blackwood mission. The enemies had waited for them there to attack them. Maybe here was someone waiting, too? He had a look round and, ready to get a weapon out. And what the hell was that clicking sound, where did it come from? |
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| Renard | Friday, 7. November 2014, 01:41 Post #15 |
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Silence still (mostly) reigned surpreme as George made the foray to the barrier in their way and grabbed the puny iron bars so that he could bend them out of their way. As soon as his skin touched the metal, though, he realized the folly of the descision. A sharp jolt of pain shot into his body and his fingers cramped around the bars as his muscles flexed under the current that made him momentarily unable to move. The others saw how his grip tightened and he started to shiver as the electricity ran through him. Would they noticein time or were they distracted by looking for the enemy ? And was there a feint smell of burned flesh in the air ? |
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| George Henry Harris | Wednesday, 12. November 2014, 22:46 Post #16 |
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With a tremendous effort George let go of the fence and took a step backwards, thinking what to do now... Some time passed while he looked at the fence and thought... After finishing thinking and a short prayer he walked over to his Group to tell them what the plan was. Speaking in a low voice he looked at them to make them understand what he had in mind. "Alright, we'll jump over that damn thing... Objections ?" If there were any, there had to be a talk about that, if not he'd take some steps back to gain momentum and after a short prayer he tried jumping over the fence using the powers his blood gave him. |
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| Leslie | Friday, 14. November 2014, 21:10 Post #17 |
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Surprised she looked at George when he pulled himself away from the fence. Her suspicion had been correct. Luckily he had not felt much of it but she was sure his hands would be sore and perhaps even burned. The cat rubbed herself against his leg and made soft meowing noises. She stretched and looked at the fence. Getting over it would be difficult for her. She hoped she would be able to crawl under the lowest bar without touching it. Or else George or one of the other two would throw her over. After all a cat always landed on their feet. But soon George was getting ready to jump. Leslie inspected the bars and noticed that George's strength had created enough space between the bars for her to get through so no need to try and crawl under it. So the cat started to make her way through when they decided to follow George. |
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| Max Keller | Wednesday, 19. November 2014, 16:36 Post #18 |
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There were no enemies visible yet. Ronnie saw what happened to George. "Damn, thatīs an electric fence", Ronnie muttered. Jumping over it...hm, should be manageable? Nobody objected. Ronnie went back a bit, and then ran towards the fence and tried to jump over it. For Max it was even easier to make a big leap...hopefully big enough to get over the fence. |
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| Renard | Wednesday, 26. November 2014, 16:13 Post #19 |
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George and Max made the jump over the fence without many problems. It was a much closer call for Ronnie, whose feet contacted the tip of the fence as he made it across the sharp pieces of steel that topped the obstacle. The feint small of burned flesh was still in the air and George's hands were still hurting a lot. Leslie managed to get through the bended bars and soon all four found themselves on the perimeter, whch could be described as a garden that had been allowed to grow untamed for some time. The grass was a bit more than knee-length and the ground couldn't be seen through it. Several big trees and wild bushes separated them from the building they were going for. What now ? |
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| George Henry Harris | Thursday, 27. November 2014, 17:28 Post #20 |
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George looked at the thing trying to be a garden while healing his hands and thought on their next step. It was possible that the bushes and trees were containing nasty surprises and it might be good to investigate into that but at the same time they probably were expected and time was running out... A tough decision... Waiting for the others to assemble he glanced over the bushes and trees for more or less obvious signs of hidden surprises within. |
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