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 Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 12:44 pm
That...is just damn weird.
The freaky fingers deal had Nines' eyebrows hiked sky high. It was vaguely unnerving to see the rapid transition between fingers to hollow claws. He threw a glance at his own hands, then shook his head.
Alright, next question: how do we keep our scent off the scene?
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 2:42 pm
Cocking a brow at Roan and her demonstration he was a bit concerned. Claws, were more of an either desperate move by nature rather calculated design for him, unless they came from his control of Magra. If he were to use the magra version however there was going to be blood, evidence.
Putting his drink down he cleared his throat and raised his right hand to focus on the base of his nails where the claws would have to emerge from over his existing nails.
Same visible strain, but he was able to get a bit of growth, the length gradually building. The hardest part was making them hollow, however after a couple minutes of direct focus he was able to get three out of five hollow claws, leaving his pinky finger with something too flat to get a hollow space within, and his thumb mostly solid.
"I can work on it. Bu' why hollow?"
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 2:54 pm
"Heh... proof I'm older and much more inhuman than you two... I don't even have to think to do this."
She reached into a pouch, pulled out a syringe, and demonstrated why she had asked. Filling the needle from her glass, she slid the tip through the thinnest area of keratin, and injected the blood straight into her nail, turning it a blackish colour similar to a dogs claw.
"Irate lupines often break their claws against bone in combat. Part of the problem - their claws are like that of a dog, with living blood bearing tissue inside the nail length. Result? Garou blood in your wounds, making them a b***h to heal.
I'm sure you are both smart enough to work out the point of this. As for masking our own presence, we shouldn't have to, so long as you can avod bleeding all over the place. Hoping Magra will help out if we do. The place I wish to hijack the naos is outside. Scent will be based on whats left behind, not the air itself. On top of that, Garou scent over-rides Kindred to our kind, and vice versa for them. As long as we leave nothing behind, and do our best not to bleed on things..."
She shrugged, and finished her drink.
"Best I can come up with on short notice."
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 3:01 pm
Looks like you two are doing most of the fighting then. Not much I can do that won't leave very telltale signs of a more technical approach to the bad man. I'll see if I can work something up before we go, though.
Nines shook his head, not even sure how to work around the s**t being suggested. These methods were alien to him, leaving him working on ideas to circumvent things.
How long do we have before we sally out, and what kind of baddies are we looking at?
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 3:11 pm
"So, teh idea is to load up with wookie blood and break teh claws off fer more evidence. Fair 'nough."
Looking to Iden he thought for a moment then back to Roan. Sure he might not be able to grow claws like the Corbin or Roan but was it that uncommon for Garou to use weapons of a melee nature? Surely Nines wouldn't be designated bat boy behind himself and Roan knocking stragglers on the head in their wake.
"Would it 'elp to convince 'em they WERE bein' attacked by These striders? I gotta think they would react and attack differently than to teh three o' us strolling up. Could that make it easier or would me Chimerstry be a waste o' time on that front?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 3:18 pm
"If you can convince one of the ghouls we're Garou and send him running, that'd be a huge help. But the illusion MUST stick, otherwise we'd just reveal ourselves.
I mentioned young Striders. This is the kind of initiation they love to go rampaging out on. And young Garou are not instantly proficient in all their kind can do, just as with us. Nines? By all means, shoot the ********. We'll be facing mostly ghouls, with one or two younger Setites overseeing the site for whichever elder is most interested in the Naos.
We have three, maybe four days to do this. Sooner is better."
Ironic, she thought, to be having a war meeting in the kitchen, when she had an entire room precisely dedicated to these kinds of meetings. Still, three people on the same page, that was a nice change. Prehaps she;d have ot move ALL her discussions to the kitchen in future.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 3:23 pm
Gimme six hours and I'll be up and ready to rock.
Nines leaned back off his leg and stretched out, leaning back in his chair. He yawned, then came to rest hunched forward with his elbows on his knees.
You said you were coming with?
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 3:30 pm
"Ok, then I'll need t' know more 'bout them. 'ow they would move if different from teh other tribes 'n' what basic furry voodoo they do. Plan is t' 'ave one survivor to tell teh story, I can manage that. Beyond that, i'm ready when you guys are."
Finishing his drink he started thinking about how he'd fight. Claws mostly, then brute strength and daggers. He could manage that it fit in well with his usual style of combat very nicely. Then he'd be on clean up duty if they were wounded and blood needed to be cleaned away.
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 3:37 pm
"Six hours then, in the garage. Corbin, head into the training room and ask it to run through an automated Strider sim. The drones can show you how they move and fight. What they are like.
I'll get my gear together for faking their messages. Yes, Nines, I'm coming too."
She pushed back fro the table and stood up, pausing long enough for more questions. If none were presented... she would head for her rooms, and her text books.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 3:41 pm
Sounds good. See you in six.
Nines hoisted himself to his feet and passed a quick wave to both Corbin and Roan, before making his exit.
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 3:48 pm
"Done deal."
Hopping off the bench top Corbin was off pretty hastily to his room to arm up. He needed his Gunblade, sidearm and the two pocket knives that had become standard equipment for him. He didn't bother with spare ammo, just a magazine in the pistol and a fully loaded chamber in his primary weapon.
It then wasn't long till he was in the TR and calling out the orders.
"Desert scenario, young Silent Strider level six."
He was confident enough he could defeat a young strider the likes of which they'd be imitating on the mission, however all he really needed was to get a feel for the way they moved, and what tricks they had up their sleeves, without the risk of damage that could hurt his performance in six hours.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 10:54 pm
Corbin had gone through a few hours in the TR. Early on it had occurred to him that to simply attack a drone strider wouldn't get him the material he needed. Sure it gave him some insight into how they would act under pressure but that wasn't the goal.
He switched to manipulating the TR best he could to restrict the drone to movement and evasion, watching how the drone walked, posed and held itself up in front of him, then how it would defend without attack or countering. Then he'd allow it to attack defensively and finally, go on the assault.
What he'd learnt would prove to be invaluable. They weren't hard hitters, at least not these younger Striders. They were endurance tanks. Fast and manipulative with the stamina to go non-stop.
Exiting the TR Corbin was terribly ready for a smoke and first thing was getting some vitae from Jan before then tending to his few minor wounds while getting dressed.
"Sand... I ******** hate sand..."
The sentiment would be clear at first sight for Roan and Nines surely, as he covered up entirely. If he felt it wouldn't look ridiculous and slow him down he'd cover himself entirely in cling film. For now though, his usual vest over a fitted long sleeve shirt and gloves would have to do. On top of that a scarf and bandana.
With that, he'd sit for a while. Six hours, that's what Nines had said... So he'd keep himself topped up on vitae, before heading down to the garage with a bit of time to spare and wait. So there he sat, Whetstone and one knife at a time in hand sharpening.
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 12:35 am
Nines arrived perhaps thirty minutes ahead of previous schedule. He was clad plainly in jeans and a t-shirt, with a duffel slung over his shoulder as he entered the garage. It appeared to have quite some heft, doubtless holding his kit and travel necessities. Given travel times between Durem and Egypt, he held little doubt that he'd have ample time to outfit himself appropriately in transit. Thus, he preferred comfort to utility for the time being.
Approaching Corbin, Nines left the duffel ease from his shoulder, then thud to the ground.
You're here early.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 12:46 am
Glancing up from the task of sharpening his blades, after already doing each one twice now Corbin slid the Whetstone into his pocket and slowly rose up to his feet with a slight groan. Dropping a spent cigarette to the floor he stamped it out to join the small nicotine grave site there. Evidence he'd been there maybe an hour given his smoking tendencies.
"Yeah well, I think I got teh patterns of teh Striders down 'nough to imitate then it was jus' gettin' dressed. I'm a brawler so my kit is pretty simple."
Glancing over Nines' shoulder, he then focused on the fellow fledgling with a serious look of business. Something was definately on his mind and one definitely didn't have to go so far as to examine his body language to see it.
"I actually wanted to talk t' you 'bout something... Seems a pretty good chance right now. I 'eard on teh grape vine tha' you know a little somethin' 'bout these Daemons 'n' their games. You 'ave one pokin' at you as well, don't you."
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 10:10 am
Smokes and knives. Par for the course for Corbin, though his monument to the gods of cancer was growing rather impressive given the brief timeframe he'd spent building it. Nines casually glanced at the falling butt, watched as it was snuffed, then popped a shrug.
I imagine you know more than I do. All I know is I don't care for people talking that aren't there to say anything.
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