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Post by Braddoc on Apr 19, 2006 21:35:38 GMT -5
Leaving the room through the emergency door, you came face to a running mini-bus with a human, about 30, standing near it "Hey, Jackson told me you were gonna need a vehicle. take good care of her and don't re-program the radio" He entered the restaurant from the emergency exit, shutting it behind him. You took your place in the mini-bus, Gunther seemingly happy about driving a vehicle adjusted to his size. At 12:50, you left the parking lot under a sunny sky..with dark clouds appearing at the horizon.
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3:17...After a few stops you reach Monroe, Snohomish. The trip there was pretty calm..downtown did have some medium traffic..and a 4 car accident involving go-gangers..Snohomish was calm, to the point of being dead. The roads seemed to be only for 18-wheelers from different soy food corps in this sector. The only cars you saw were pick-up trucks and a Docwagon ambulance on patrol. Monroe itself was pretty calm too..a few old people walking slowly on the sidewalk, different stores filled up the Main, a Stuffershack, a Variety Store, a Weapons World, you even drive pass the only bar in town. The other places of business appears to be local stores, nothing that rings a bell or seems to worth your time right now. Most of the buildings appears to be old, bricks and wood fill up the place, but they seems to be well-maintained and in good condition. An old stone church stand south of Kennedy Drive, a 3 story building (The tallest one you can see) with a tired "Hotel" sign filling up the corner. Driving a bit on Kennedy Drive, you pass a small diner, before arriving at destination: 14 Kennedy Drive, Pengu-Penguin ice-soycream store.
Even if it could seats about 25-35 person, the store seems bigger from the outside. The facade and front door are made of glass, where one glass seems to have been broken recently, having been replaced by a plank of plywood. The glass facade continues on the side, about halfway the length of the building, where it meets with yellow tinted bricks that seems to stretch all around the back of the store. A 3' by 3' sign with the inscription "Opening Soon" is taped out front from the inside, right in front of a red Americar with heavily tinted windows.
Looking inside the store, you see a counter, about halfway inside the place, with 3 registers on it. Round tables, each with 4 chairs are placed out front of it. Electrical wires seems to be coming out of the wall just up of the counter, and a brown door is visible behind the registers, probably going in the back store.
The time is now 3:20 a light, cold wind is felt, but the clear sunny sky make you forget about it.
[whisper=gunther,brute,Xenomarch,Porter,jblack,boombaby]ok guys, now I'll just need your equipment list, and a perception test, just PM me your list and make the rolls out in the open[/whisper]
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Post by jblack on Apr 19, 2006 22:59:21 GMT -5
Jorinda looks out the window and watches the scenery change from the lights of the city to absolute stillness. A city gal could go stark raving mad living here, and she wasn't sure if four days might not be three days too many.
Finally, the Soy cream parlor comes into sight. This was the place they were supposed to protect, and it looked like it had already fallen victim to vandalism. Jorinda scans the street, alert for any signs of possible trouble. (Please roll for me, Braddoc)
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Post by Xenomarch on Apr 20, 2006 0:05:14 GMT -5
Perception: [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6] Power of Six=[dice=6]total of 10,3,3,2,2,2 with all Sound TNs 5 less for Select Sound Filter R5
[whisper=Braddoc]Visually I have Thermo and Low-Light as well as my Macro-Vision[/whisper][rand=3329116333742733993672679622688538463230085508354586423449422332]
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Post by Braddoc on Apr 20, 2006 0:26:42 GMT -5
ok.
[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6] rule of 6 [dice=6] again [dice=6]
so 14, 2, 2, 2, 4, 4[rand=591611921138587817904921075831004070674425258459357131683121175751]
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Post by Porter on Apr 20, 2006 7:13:22 GMT -5
After the needed stops were made, Erick sat back and relaxed while Gunther did a fine job of getting them to their destination without so much of an incident. Once they enter Monroe, memories started to flood to the surface. The area reminded Erick of the rural areas located through out the state of Louisiana. Erick's dark gaze narrows, scanning the store and the surrounding area as they finally reach their destination.
Perception: [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][rand=225313919618671871461359479191147760119664386461885144960904120505]
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Post by gunther on Apr 20, 2006 23:33:01 GMT -5
The drive had been uneventful fortunately after making stops for everyone, as it actually meant that the group of mostly unknowns could get to know each other a bit better. Well, least that was Gunther's plan anyways. Xenomarch however was doing his usual cool best to be nonconversational, except with himself. He kept muttering under his breath, as though he was taking both sides of the conversation. It should have been disconcerting, but Gunther had seen a fair amount of it during that Ripper business.
Jorinda sat in the front seat staring out the window as if she'd never seen the country before, or maybe like she didn't want to see it again, Gunther wasn't quite sure. His couple of attempts at light banter seemed to fall flat, and she returned to staring out the window. She had become a lot more serious of late...Maybe she'd seen one to many things, or done something just past that line in the sand, from which she could never come back. Gunther worried for her...
Matt Rix had taken over the back seat and seemed to be combining several concoctions all at once, and based on the chemicals that Gunther had managed to catch a glimpse of while helping him down to the minibus with his box of goodies, the large troll was more than a little nervous.
The human who'd identified himself as The Seer, or Seer for short, kind of intrigued Gunther. The man had a perpencity for playing with a small pouch at his waist. The pouch seemed to contain some rune encrusted stones of some sort and he seemed to consult them periodically. Maybe the man told fortunes for a sideline gig. Hmm, I wonder...
"The drive is a couple hours gang, anyone care to share what exactly their area of specialty is? Myself, I am mostly a thug I guess. The muscle. But I try to not fight. Fighting gets you dead, and I am not really ready to check out just yet. I prefer to think my way thru..." Glancing in the mirror, Gunther chuckles at several startled stares. "Don't get me wrong. I will fight same as the next guy. Just ask Freddy, eh Jorinda? Har, har, har.
Anyways, Seer. If you really are a seer, why don't you tell us all our fortunes. It'll give us something in common, and help us to get to know each other a bit..."
The drive zooms by, and by the time they arrive in Monroe, the five of them are almost like chummers. Well, okay Chummers was going a stretch, but at least they had all relaxed somewhat. Maybe it's a good thing I didn't bring my axe. These guys would be even more nervous...hahaha Gunther thinks to himself. Pulling up in front of their destination, parking behind the red Americar, Gunther slides the transmission into park and leans back in his chair, glancing around.
"Hey Jorinda, why don't you go knock on the door and let Mr. Lance know that we are here. Everyone else chill out or stretch your legs." Gunther gets out and raises the hood on the minivan and checks a couple of the fluid levels...
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Post by brute on Apr 21, 2006 13:33:42 GMT -5
Matt looks past Gunther at the engine. "Have you ever thought of positively charged alivo-oil? You can get 15k miles between changes and if your battery dies, you can run a wire into your oilpan and charge it up. I haven't completely finished it yet, but I'll contact you when I do. That green stuff there looks important. Can I get a little sample of it?"
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Post by Braddoc on Apr 21, 2006 23:40:08 GMT -5
(OOC: ok guys..I'll write the post Saturday evening..it's now 00:36 and I've just came back from work..and I work Saturday morning too, you know the feeling..sorry about that, but job's the job, you know?)
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Post by jblack on Apr 22, 2006 0:21:57 GMT -5
When Gunther asks for specialties, Jorinda has to think hard. What was her specialty? She wasn't so sure anymore. "My specialties are negotiation, computer research and corps, especially Renraku." It wasn't a big secret that she used to work for them, once upon a time.
Jorinda looks at Gunther. He'd asked her to knock on the door. Why? Because she was a girl? Because she looked 'harmless'? Because she was pretty? Jorinda shakes her head, but goes to the door and knocks.
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Post by gunther on Apr 22, 2006 13:18:21 GMT -5
Gunther caught the slightly confused/annoyed look that Jorinda had shot him when he asked her to go knock on the door, but he basically ignored it. She had done really well last time he had seen her in this sort of situation. Go in make contact, gather a bit of info. He didn't really trust anyone else to do it, and didn't want to freak out Mr. Lance by having a troll pounding on his door. Mr. Rix was a little to "out in left field", the 'Seer' was a bit of an unknown still, and Xenomarch, well, Gunther still couldn't figure out why he had the tail. Though, Xeno had used it to good effect in England that time he had had to scale the side of that brick and mortar 5 story office building to gain them access to the file room. That file room had given them a whole new set of insights into the mages controlling the ripper spirit and confirmed what Gunther had been saying all along. That they shouldn't be messing with 12 ultra powerful mages controlling a superpowerful combined spirit. Ah well.... Matt looks past Gunther at the engine. "Have you ever thought of positively charged alivo-oil? You can get 15k miles between changes and if your battery dies, you can run a wire into your oilpan and charge it up. I haven't completely finished it yet, but I'll contact you when I do. That green stuff there looks important. Can I get a little sample of it?" "Sure grab a sample. It's just coolant though. And the Alivo-oil? Good idea, cept the viscosity rating is 0.32 less than your typical motor oil which means harder wear on your engine, and would YOU trust your average chummer with running a wire into an oil pan? I wouldn't. Prolly have a whole rash of car explosions and what not. Besides this ain't my ride." Gunther turns to Matt and speaks somewhat quieter, well, quieter for a troll. "Oi, Omae...What's your gig? You are obviously a brilliant and accomplished chemist. What do you need to run the shadows for? And the whole I'm busy with discovering all things related to chemistry is really starting to grate on peoples nerves. So, why don't you tell me the story, just between chemists." Matt looks slightly confused at the last comment, not that he didn't look confused about anything he wasn't immediately focused on. "That's right. I am talking about me. I have a Doctorate of Chemistry from M.I.T.&A. Not to mention being published in some very distinguished chemistry journals. Unfortunately, the company I was working for, does not consider my current looks, to be in line with the corporate mold...I was forced to leave under...well, lets say, I was forced to leave. My field is a little more in line with industrial chemistry, etching superconductors and the like, but I know enough about pharmaceuticals to recognize the level of accomplishment that you are talking about, is WAY above street level. So, spill it. Whats your deal? Why you running the shadows? More importantly, why are you here with us?"
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Post by jblack on Apr 22, 2006 18:14:17 GMT -5
While Jorinda waits for Lance to answer, she looks in the reflective glass and catches a glimpse of Gunther going to talk to Matt Rix. What were they talking about? She had to wonder. And would Gunther be able to coax a straight answer out of him? The odds were not in his favor...
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Post by Porter on Apr 22, 2006 19:23:18 GMT -5
Erick listens to Gunther's request for a moment and a grin starts to curl the corner of his lips. "Perhaps another time. Messin' with the mojo too much can cause people not to think straight."
On most occasions Erick would oblige if it was one or two folk. But with a few of those in his presence, Erick was unsure how it would turn out. He had consulted the stones at the stop made earlier and the mixed reading had already start to cause him some concern when they pulled to a stop in front of the shop.
Erick never did answer the Troll's question about what he could and couldn't do. If the need came, the group would have their answer with his actions. The Shaman remained in his seat, a watchful eye on Jorinda as she followed Gunther's suggestion. A quick glance saw Gunther and the mad doctor in a huddle, leaving Xenomarch to his own wares.
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Post by Braddoc on Apr 22, 2006 20:11:14 GMT -5
[whisper=jblack]After waiting for a few seconds, you see an Elf coming from the door leading to the back-store. He's about 5'10, seems to be around 20, maybe 21 years old, wearing a plain red T-shirt, pale cargo pants and some sneakers. He's a bit more larger than the average elven male, even his brown hair is cut short, all pulled back with hair gel, making his ears really stand out. He walks to the door, looking behind you at Gunther outside before looking at you for about half a second, then at the ground. He pushes on the panic bar on the glass door, when you noticed he seems to have something hidden under his T-shirts, at his waist on your left (his right)[/whisper]
[whisper=Xenomarch](OOC: yeah, sorry about the test there, I kinda got confused, it was only visual, but since you posted me your cyber-eyes gizmos, it's good) After waiting for a few seconds, you see an Elf coming from the door leading to the back-store. He's about 5'10, age about 20 years old, wearing a plain red T-shirt, pale cargo pants and some sneakers. He's a bit more larger than the average elven male, even his brown hair is cut short, all pulled back with hair gel, making his ears really stand out...but after looking in deep with your micro-view, you can see that those ears don't seem...natural..zooming in closer, the reflexion of the glass door opening stops you for investigating for now. He walks to the door, looking behind you at Gunther outside before looking at Jorinda for about half a second, then at the ground. But after looking in deep with your micro-view, you can see that his ears don't seem...natural..zooming in closer to get to the bottom of your questioning, you're blinded for a micro-second, the reflexion of the glass door opening stops you for investigating for now.He pushes on the panic bar on the glass door...[/whisper]
Those looking inside the store will see an Elf man coming from the back store to the door. He's about 5'10, maybe around 20-25 years old, wearing a plain red T-shirt, pale cargo pants and some sneakers. He's a bit more larger than the average elven male, even his brown hair is cut short, all pulled back with hair gel, making his ears really stand out. He pushed on the panic bar, opening the door about a quarter on a way, enough to have his face 'in the open'.
"Hello ma'am," He grins while addressing Jorinda, his voice sounding nervous "having engine trouble? There's a mechanic about half a mile down the main road..I..I can call a tow-truck." He smiles at Jorinda, looking over Gunther, Matt and the mini-bus, then his feet, [whisper=jblack]not loosing the elf's eyes, you could see that he was more looking at you than at the ground[/whisper]then back to face Jorinda "I know the guy, he'll be here quick and he'll fix it up in no time"
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Post by jblack on Apr 23, 2006 1:19:45 GMT -5
Jorinda assesses the elf that comes to the door. He was a bit larger than a lot of her kind, and he was definitely not shy about what he was. Jorinda smiles at him, and casually tucks a couple strands of hair behind one ear, making it clear (if it wasn't already) that she was also an elf.
"Actually, the van's fine." Jorinda replies, taking note of what part of her body his eyes were looking at. "We're here to see Mr. Lance. Would he be available?" Jorinda is glad for the moment that her jacket was zipped up tightly. The sight of the gun she was carrying might spook him too bad.
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Post by brute on Apr 23, 2006 17:13:44 GMT -5
Matt seems to say something, but those out of ear-range can't tell if he's just talking to himself, which would suprise no-one... then, as if suffering from minor Teret's he blurts out "I was asked to come along... I think this is really exciting... wanna hear about a new formula for adrenal pumps I've been working on?"
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