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Post by Arioch Blackmaw on May 15, 2006 13:24:54 GMT 1
This is the derelict West Berlin hotel, presently occupied by Arioch and his pack, as viewed from the other side of the Gauntlet...
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Post by Arioch Blackmaw on May 15, 2006 13:34:44 GMT 1
After a few minutes of swimming, Arioch pulls himself from the river, not too far from their base of operations. Soaked, he drags Danny along by the hair and dumps him on the bank.
He then gives himself a quick shake, not really drying-off all that much, but it was better than nothing. The combination of water and such a vigorous motion had opened up a fair few of his sores, and a sickly greenish fluid begins weeping from them.
Looking over his shoulder, he checks to see if Marion had indeed followed him... and that the Gaians hadn't.
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Post by Marion on May 19, 2006 22:59:03 GMT 1
Marion pulls herself out of the river, panting and coughing. The Gaians hadn't followed. Apparently they had lost their scent in the river. She looked back.
"Where's Eris?" she asked suddenly.
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Post by Arioch Blackmaw on May 20, 2006 8:58:11 GMT 1
Letting out a sigh, Arioch grabs Danny by the torso and once again tosses him over his shoulder like a ragdoll.
"Eris fucked up," He says as he heads towards the side entrance of the hotel, "I knew you guys couldn't pull this off without fucking it up somehow..."
Doing a quick check to make sure nothing was watching, he enters the dank building and heads for the basement... they still had some work to do.
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Post by Marion on May 20, 2006 12:12:44 GMT 1
"Oh shit." Marion followed quickly. If the Gaians had her, their base of operations wasn't bound to stay secret for long.
"What the fuck are we going to do about that?"
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Post by Arioch Blackmaw on May 20, 2006 19:20:56 GMT 1
Shaking his head, Arioch turns his back on his packmate. "Dunno," He mutters, descending the stairs, "Gimme a few to think about it. Maybe we can do a trade or something... or maybe we keep what we've got."With that, he slips out of the Umbra and into the real-world basement. ---CONTINUED HERE---
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Klaus
Fostern
The Absent Meanie
The Ananasi Formerly Known as 'Christian'...
Posts: 159
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Post by Klaus on May 25, 2006 10:26:39 GMT 1
Striding through the Umbra, the eight-foot arachnid soon finds himself outside the Griefswald Hotel. There didn't appear to be any banes or other telltale signs of Wyrm activity, and for an instant, doubt enters Christian's mind. Moving closer, he skitters around the perimeter, making certain that he is alone. Satisfied that there was no nasty surprises waiting for him, he shifts once again into his Crawlerling form, and weaves his way back through the Gauntlet and into the real-world. ---CONTINUED HERE---
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Kaleb
Fostern
What the hell? That's my trash can! I don't go through your home without an invite.
Posts: 308
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Post by Kaleb on May 25, 2006 23:29:24 GMT 1
Kaleb is running fast as he can, he wanted to get there before she did, though getting there first did give him an advantage, he could look around a bit, then maybe find a good way to get in. She could do a rooftop entrance, but maybe there was something for him to sneak on it by. Paws pounding pavement he continues, skidding to a stop suddenly as he gets to the hotel, almost hitting trash cans. Shit, would've given them away. He smiles not seeing Abby anywhere about, he had won the race...good. He pounces up and down doing a slight victory dance. Where was she?
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Post by Abigail Lindermann on May 25, 2006 23:35:57 GMT 1
Abby lets out a soft whistle... it comes from directly above Kaleb.
"I'm up here," She whispers, giving him a stupid-looking smile as she shows-off with some aerobatics, "I reckon we scout the place out before the others get here. You take the low-road, I'll take the high..."
And, beating her wings, she gains some altitude, soaring over to the upper levels and roof of the building.
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Kaleb
Fostern
What the hell? That's my trash can! I don't go through your home without an invite.
Posts: 308
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Post by Kaleb on May 25, 2006 23:57:13 GMT 1
Kaleb nods his head in agreement. It was a tie he decided, the race was too close to judge. He keeps low to the ground and sneaks around, all sides of the hotel-- looking for ways in and any other "interesting tidbits" he would need to share with Abby.
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Post by Abigail Lindermann on May 26, 2006 0:12:50 GMT 1
Touching down on the hotel's roof, Abby stealthily inches her way along the tiles, heading for a shattered skylight.
Peering inside, she can't seem to make out anything out of the ordinary, but slides her dufflebag off her shoulder, just in case. Zipping it open, she rummages around for a while before pulling out her trusty AK47, and what appears to be a small bandoleer containing a handful of... Coke cans?
Slinging the rifle over her left shoulder, and the bandoleer over her right, she searches her bag for a while longer, finally pulling free a fully-loaded double-magazine of 7.62mm ammunition. She then slots the magazine into the rifle, and cocks it.
Zipping the bag closed once again, she clips the bandoleer across her body, slings the bag back over her shoulder, grips the assault rifle tightly, and creeps over to the edge of the roof, peering down to where she thought Kaleb would be.
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Micah
Fostern
Silent Hunter
Posts: 58
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Post by Micah on May 26, 2006 2:37:17 GMT 1
Micah had remained silent for now, looking about and taking note of any types that might be around. Since they were still in the umbra, pretty much anyone coming past was under suspect, so he just waited for the homid and Vasara to catch up. He looked over at Kaleb with a smirk. "Ready?"
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Blake
Cliath
Child of Gaia
Posts: 66
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Post by Blake on May 26, 2006 2:49:28 GMT 1
Blake sticks close as they near their destination, and listens to the others to see what they have planned, so that he can best help with the success of this endeavor.
Blake keeps a watchful eye out for anything suspicious or out of place… Uncle said to be very cautious, where Spirals where concerned, and to not only watch your own back but also anyone with ya’s back.
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Tony Vasara
Fostern
Judgment from the Skies
Manche f?hren, manche folgen
Posts: 648
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Post by Tony Vasara on May 26, 2006 3:00:59 GMT 1
It wont take long until Vasara Steps Sideways near staging point with a concerned look in his face
"More trouble, Dancer bitch has escaped and I didn't see that cursed ananasi anywhere, I KNEW we shouldn't trust him!"
"We need a change in plan, since trade is out of question now. There are two options left, if we want to be stealthy, some of us creates a distraction while others get in to save Danny"
The bloodthirsty look comes back to Vasara's face "... OR we Storm the place, hit them so hard from so many directions that they can't retaliate..." Vasara clenches his fist and growls, whatever pack would decide, he was ready to ACT!
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Post by Abigail Lindermann on May 26, 2006 13:52:33 GMT 1
Abby's mind was already made up. She was good with the 'stealthy distraction' stuff.
"I'm steppin' back through and goin' in high," She calls out to Kaleb, making sure not to speak too loud, just in case there were eavesdroppers, "Meet you all on the otherside, I guess."
With that, she disappears from the Umbra and prepares to breach the building.
(Activating Blur of the Milky Eye and stepping sideways.)
---CONTINUED IN THE REAL-WORLD---
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