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 Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 1:44 pm
Joe threw his hands up. "Damn it, I'm not really trained for urban situations. I'm a deep-reconnaissance man." He pulled his backpack off. "And it looks like we made it anyways. Now, before I give it to you, what proof do you have that you are who you say you are?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 6:50 pm
Fyrin nodded to himself, then set himself up, unscrewed the maintenance panel, pushed it aside, and climbed up, holding out a hand to lift the others with him. After half a minute, they were all up there. Fyrin thought a moment, then pulled the pinky bone from his finger. He affixed it to a hanging bandage, shifted visual perception to the bone, then concealed them both as best he could without much experience with shadow magic. He proceeded to conceal magical signatures and waited, hoping he would be completely invisible.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 8:25 pm
"I have a way that'll prove our identities to both of us. Give me your forearm," Rose commanded.
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The doors of the elevator opened. A bored-looking vampire was spinning a pen in his hand next to a computer behind a glass panel.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 8:43 pm
((Venom! We made Level 3!!!))
Joe drew a gun from his back, aiming it at Rose. He cautiously held out his other arm, the sleeve pulled up to reveal his forearm.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 8:53 pm
The gun's barrel fused shut in Joe's hand, though he couldn't see it. Rose placed a hand to his forearm. He felt four short mana pricks. She moved the hand to his cheek and did two.
"How many mana pulses did you feel in each spot?" she asked.
((Congrats on Level 3! I've also been thinking of starting another RP, non-Cabal universe. Do you think I should? *Strokes lack of beard*))
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 8:59 pm
((Well, you'll need more of an idea than "Non-Cabal." xd
But hey, go for it. I'm pondering a few myself.))
Joe raised an eyebrow. "Four on my arm and two on my face. Why?" He kept the gun aimed at her, not aware that it was sealed.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:01 pm
She unsealed the gun and nodded. "If I was Tyrgani, I couldn't have made those pulses. If you were Tyrgani, you couldn't have sensed them without special equipment. I kept it small enough you'd have to have sensor grafted in under your skin in both of those spots - which I would have sensed with the mana sonar." She did the same to Jacob next, with three and five pulses.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:06 pm
Joe was still uncertain, but she would know better than he. He put his gun away as she tested Jacob, although he was unsure why.
"He's with me, I know for a fact that he's clean," Joe said softly.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:15 pm
"Then he won't have any problem answering," Rose replied.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:21 pm
((He will when he can't post til tomorrow afternoon...))
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:26 pm
((Figured there'd be something like that.))
Jacob answered correctly.
"Huh. All right," Rose replied. "Let's get inside." She led them to the elevator and they began to head up. "Just be inconspicuous," she advised them, leading them to a room and inserting a key.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:31 pm
"Two grown men going with a single woman into her apartment? What could be more inconspicuous?" Joe asked with a sardonic grin. He followed, going quietly despite his own interjection.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:37 pm
"Three grown men," Rose promptly replied.
Within the room was the man whose voice they had evidently heard. He had spiked hair, a spiked collar,a black tank top, and black jeans. He nodded at the new entries, raising a finely-trimmed eyebrow.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:41 pm
No one could out-eyebrow Joe, who responded in kind.
"Three, then. Very well. Either way, now that we're here, what's the plan?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:47 pm
Rose strode over to the fridge. "Chill here a couple of hours, walk out with your hair and clothing disheveled. Hungry?"
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