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 Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 10:40 pm
The room collapsed and Fyrin fell into a (now panicking) guard post.
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No, I can't contact Alan. Thus, the 's**t' response.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 10:43 pm
((Ha, so don't tell me. wink ))
Fyrin looked around with mild surprise. "Hello, gentlemen. I appear to be lost," he suggested pleasantly. This looked like a place there might be a map, and he immediately moved to try to find it. His men jumped down from the hallway above and moved with him to cover him.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 10:44 pm
Joe slumped back. Then...how do we get back? Are we stuck?
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 10:46 pm
"Radio the other teams," one vampire commanded the others, moving on Fyrin.
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Well, sticking around the entrance point until a Hunter exits is kind of awkward....
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 10:50 pm
Is there anyone you can contact? Anyone at all?
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 10:51 pm
"Oh, I just want a map and I'm leaving," Fyrin told him pleasantly. He kept looking, staying distant enough that he could move as fast as the vampire could if the vampire decided to make a move. His men moved to the door and prepared to actually leave. Steven didn't want to get tossed around again, George didn't much like vampires in general, Vlad was just kind of tired of trying to hurt something it seemed he couldn't, and James was tired of vampires. He wanted to find some bloodhounds, personally.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 11:05 pm
The vampire rushed Fyrin, naturally.
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Not that I can think of.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 11:10 pm
Joe put his head on the steering wheel. Damn it. Damn it damn it damn it. I need time to think.
((I'm off for the night. Happy Thanksgiving, I'll be on eventually.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 11:12 pm
Fyrin detonated the floor, naturally.
((I'm probably gone pretty soon here too.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 11:16 pm
Fyrin landed in a toilet.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 11:36 pm
Well, it could be worse. He did not, however, keep running. It was time to start going invisible again. He looked for an air vent of some sort. If it was there he was going to enter it and start hiding. Hopefully.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 11:54 pm
The vampire from above dropped down into the bathroom, leaping off the walls and into the middle of the room, seconds after Fyrin entered the vent. He paused, sniffed, twitched his ears.
Clang, clang.
The vampire began to pursue Fyrin through the cramped vent.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 10:05 am
Maybe we could track down Helmsborough and ask him to help, Joe thought doubtfully.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 1:32 pm
I hope you're joking, the gauntlets replied.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 3:56 pm
I most definitely was.
Joe looked around. What other contacts do we have out here? Anything?
He paused. Wait...I might have an idea.
He took a deep breath. Uhh...excuse me? Mr. Djinn? Can I talk to you?
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