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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 1:56 pm
"Tzimisce, they change form your eyes are not useful. So what detecion methods are useful?"
Dagoth turned quickly towards her nodding respectfully.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 2:01 pm
I find fire helps.
Dry, as ever; Nines did share Dag's question. He shrugged, and held further thoughts from being spoken until Roan answered.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 2:08 pm
"Instinct."
The answer was simple, and as she stated it, she also twitched as her phone vibrated in her pocket.
"They feel wrong, they dont act like humans, unless they really try, and then they can be drawn into breaking their guises if you try hard enough. Unless they're old, though you wont have that problem tonight.
You're more likely to encounter the younger kind of Tzimi who prefer trying to scare the s**t out of you than hide.
And speaking of your work tonight... I've arranged support for you, including transport."
At this point, she flicked the phone she;d been pulling out open and answered it.
"I have better than security cams, Will, but stay where you are. The boys are on their way to you."
Closing the phone premptorially, she had one more thing to say before she headed eeper into the house, leaving the pair to organise moving out.
"...remember, fire got you into trouble before, and it hurts more than Tzimisce alone. Think carefully before you play with it... especially around that certain individual."
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 2:21 pm
If he asks for it...
Nines trailed off, and shook his head.
Lets get rolling. Some eyes on site before the job wouldn't go terribly awry if you're planning to kick open the door.
To wit, Nines turned, and he waved for Dag to follow as he pressed the door open to reach the vehicle.
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 2:31 pm
"I understand, who's this Will?"
Dagoth turned towards Nines when he spoke, nodding at him it was certainly a sensible choice. He threw on his jacket and grabbed the duffel on the floor, stretching his back out with an unnatural crack he grinned from ear to ear. The pirate would follow Nines.
"Well then chuckles you wana drive or should I?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 2:45 pm
Pulling the phone away from his ear and staring at it for a few moments, Will just shook his head before slipping the phone back into his pocket and dropping back onto the drivers seat. Not to long afterwards Will would easily spot the two walking down the drive towards the truck that Will currently sat in; an old chevy truck that the army had used and gotten rid of for cheap. The sound of the massive diesel engine firing up would greet the two, one William knew from previous meetings at the bar, the other a new face that Will hoped would be able to hold his own in whatever s**t storm they where being sent into this time. The doors lacked locks and thus easily opened when they hopped into the front and back seats; Will waited for them to slam said doors closed before shifting into reverse and getting them under way.
Looking at the man he did not recognize, William would address him first before turning to Nines to get information on what the hell was going on at the moment.
"Sorry if I don't play 'hi how are you' at the moment, but I want to know what the skinny is on this job we currently have. So, Nines, where the hell are we going exactly and what is the mission?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 2:50 pm
Will. Nines knew that name and face, so he was hardly surprised to see him waiting by the vehicle. A curt nod was offered as he approached.
Will. Heading to a warehouse to nick their notes and murder the people running the show. Start driving, I've got a GPS to give you directions. Dag, climb aboard, he's driving.
Quick, to the point, and spoken while he clambered into the side seat of the truck. Nines wasn't exactly playing the part of conversationalist too well, but at the least he was trying to get things rolling.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 3:02 pm
Dagoth just nodded as he slid in to the back seat slamming the door closed behind him, he would place his feet on the seat next to him and close his eyes. He wasn't interested in the ride there but he would be paying attention to the chat along the way. When they were closer to the destination he would open his bag and being to check the weapons he brought.
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 3:12 pm
Nodding and keying in the address for the dockyards, Will quickly made his way through the town; trying to cut as much time off of their trip as possible. Pulling up several rows down from their destination, William would park the truck and look towards Nines as he stepped out of the truck and began to walk towards the back.
"Whats the game plan for this little job of ours; kill everything in sight then look for the loot? Or, are we going to actually put some thought into this little job of ours?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 7:31 pm
"Aw ******** sliding open, Corbin sighed as he saw the cieling of what had become his room in this mansion for however many nights he had been here, knowing full well how he got there.
"Guess having my weapons didn't make level seven any easier than level five. Stupid."
Shuffling back to sit up against the backboard/wall he started the day simply by taking note he still had on the same clothes. At least that very helpful butler wasn't funny enough to change him into PJs.
Rolling his shoulders, the joints stiff still after sleeping he tried to get a feel for how his back was doing, pleased to find it wasn't hurting the way it did before.
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 6:58 am
"It probably would have helped if Jan had explained that each level doubles the difficulty of the one before it. Level 10 is the top of each foes known abilities. Therefore, a level 10 Garou is never going to be as tough as a level 10 sim of Také. He IS a demi-god, after all."
.: Full god, thank you. :.
.: Prehaps. Not an argument for now, especially with Magra inside that head somewhere. Let him underestimate us. :.
.: ... I dislike the kid providing you excuses to shut me up. :.
.: A minor dislike, for you. Hush now :.
Roan was in the doorway, having come up to check on him after seeing Nines and Dagoth off to meet up with Will. She didn't enter the room beyond the doorway, but did toss a packet of smokes to the kid from where she stood.
"You effectively quadrupled the difficulty throwing it up to seven, and the simulation was TAKÉ, as himself, as a Daemon. Not as my symbiote which limits his powers extensively. You don't want to see level 10. Not least of which because it tends to short out the entire VR room, in a series of explosions."
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 11:50 am
Groaning and glancing daftly down at the pack of smokes in his lap, he'd make it seem like such an effort to pull one out and light it, before responding to the ever present new Sire.
"Well I still prolly would 'ave gone for it even IF 'e told me. So can't blame 'im there."
Tilting his neck to either sudden for the sweet satisfaction that came with the succession of snaps and pops, Corbin then turned to throw his legs over the side of the bed and exhale a cloud of smoke.
"So what's on the agenda this evening then boss?"
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 11:59 am
"Sparking off a confrontation, no doubt."
Smiling, she didn't come in still, and the smile slowly faded t a serious expression.
"You're going to the pub. Namely, my pub. I want you to find and talk to a man named Fenrir, who should still be there seeing as I've been checking up on the place sporadically since I moved you three here and left him in the dark.
And after you've done that... I want you to give him a letter. Nice and simple."
Except that Corbin was related to Fenrir, and like as not had no clue of this, Fenrir had come to keep an eye on the boy who hadn't been at the pub for almost a month now, and the man was going to be MORE than able to work out what she'd done in two minutes flat, once he saw him, she was sure.
Which was the point. The letter would wonderfully make things worse... it was an invite to both Blazeheart brothers to come to the mansion.
.: Isn't this a little rash? :.
.: Nope. Cant be doing with wasting my time training him only to have his birth family kill either or both of us. Deal with the issue now, one less thing to focus on :.
.: If you took the time to train him FIRST... you might survive the incoming wrath. :.
.: Nothing ventured, nothing gained, and we have problems closer to home I want to put my full focus on. :.
.: You never do things by halves, admittedly. :.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 12:09 pm
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 12:15 pm
"No, I want you to TALK to this man, and then give him a letter."
Her grin was back as she handed over a thick cream envelope with a wax seal holding he flap closed. The wax bore the same pattern pressed into it as was now scarred into the kids back.
"I think there's a good chance he'll start the conversation off, but if he doesn't... give him the letter and ask him to read it BEFORE you leave.
And Corbin?... If anything kicks off...."
.: Call me. You're still healing after all. :.
The last sentence or so was spoken without words, a cigarette having found its way to her lips. She didn't know yet of course if it would work, considering there was every possibility the parasite Corbin carried would prevent such things from working, but she tried it anyway.
And quite clearly, she didn't expect merely delivering a letter to be as easy as it might sound. Quite why... would remain to be seen.
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