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Post by Shehrazad on Feb 25, 2007 18:22:30 GMT 1
The towering grey office building is crawling with pattern spiders this side of the gauntlet. Busy as they are, spinning their webs, they seem quite oblivious to the staggering Crinos Garou who suddenly appears in their midst.... at least for now.
Saxon finds himself struggling to stay awake as the Umbra unfolds around him.
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Post by Saxon on Mar 13, 2007 0:21:33 GMT 1
He woke and boy had he been on a bender by the pounding in his head only it was not the usual results of a good night out with the lads. Memories came flooding back as he came unsteadily to his feet and looked around.
Pattern spiders where doing their thing on the walls but off Vasara there was no sign, nor from what he could see where there any of those guards around. He rubbed his chin, needed a shave, some aspirin and no doubt a shower but first he had best look for Vasara.
This side or the other, this for now Saxon decided. So for now in the Umbra he started to walk this floor of the building.
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Post by Shehrazad on Mar 14, 2007 11:19:26 GMT 1
There is no sign of the battle on this side of the gauntlet. Everything is quiet and undisturbed, and apart from the pattern spiders doing their thing, there is no activity. As long as Saxon doesn't stray too near to their webs, they are quite content to leave him alone for now.[/color]
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Post by Saxon on Mar 17, 2007 0:00:13 GMT 1
Well either this place was just the place where the trap was to be sprung for any one investigating the professor’s death or it was something to do with who ever it was behind it all.
So take things simple, Saxon set off to explore the building, sticking to the umbra for now and avoiding the pattern spiders. They don’t bother him, he don’t bother them.
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Post by Tony Vasara on Mar 29, 2007 10:58:18 GMT 1
Finally after some serious concentration Vasara arrived into the Otherside, still holding the car's mirror in his hand. He made a quick nervous look around as he shifted into lupus, and ran next to nearby wall to get some cover. The Pattern Spiders looked they was only taking care of their own business but you can't be too sure about these things. He really should have paid more attention when his elders told tales about Umbra when he was still a Cub. Suddenly he felt extremely nervous.
He lifted his muzzle higher and tried to create a mental image of his surroundings using his sense of smell. Saxon had been hit several times with those darts too so it was very likely he might have passed out somewhere nearby too. Vasara crept on his belly toward the abandoned office building and slipped inside.
At first he ran to the floor they had their fight last night, as Saxon wasn't outside he must either still be inside or then he has some tricks to fend of the effects of the drugs from his system and he's long gone. Right after he ended his train of thoughts he smelled Saxon's presence, just a moment before he saw Saxon.
He let out a sharp bark to make sure Saxon too had noticed him arrive.
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Post by Saxon on Mar 30, 2007 23:34:51 GMT 1
He stopped when he heard the bark and looked over his shoulder. “Vasara, so you made it too.” Saxon smiled, “I have been walking the Umbra to see if I can find any trace of those that attacked us.”
His hand gestured to the spiders, “Up to now only the spiders. It looks more and more like this was just a place of ambush rather than a place they occupy. Which leads to an interesting question, was it an ambush for anyone who came nosing around or one for Garou in particular?”
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Post by Tony Vasara on Apr 1, 2007 13:56:24 GMT 1
Vasara shifted again, into the glabro this time to allow him communicate in more human terms. "Yeah, I made it, but it was a close call. And I think I might have accidentally thrown our good friend, the investigator, out of the window at some point. Hard to say, things got a bit blurry at one point." Vasara smiled widely for a moment before getting serious again "But he seemed to know at least something about us, it is hard to tell was that just a desperate attempt to lure someone who either was too interested in Dr Brunner's studies to gain more information on us or the studies, or to lure few snooping werewolves in their trap to get new guinea pigs." Vasara smacked his mouth to get more saliva, his throat was dry and getting the words out was starting to get difficult.
"We should go back to caern soon. I got one of the guns in Eric's car and someone smart enough can check it if there could be found any clues. And we know there's a laboratory made just to study us somewhere in Berlin, we need to find that too." Vasara stretched his arms and yawned and he felt his stomach grumble "We could get some rest and food and check what others have found out and that damn Martin too is still to be found..." Vasara felt there was suddenly lots of things to do.
"We can scan this area but I doubt there's anything to be found here, nothing really indicates this being their base of operations. Oh, and there are some cops on the other side, and it seems they are investigating a suicide jumper, so it can be assumed someone has already cleaned up the place."
Just to make sure, Vasara walked into room where the fight had occured and peeked out of the Umbra to see were the bodies still there or had they been moved.
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Post by Shehrazad on Apr 6, 2007 21:19:39 GMT 1
There seems to be a lot of activity on the other side. Cops are collecting forensic evidence, taking pictures and samples. The bodies themselves are gone, but whether they were collected by the cops or someone else, it is unknown.
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Post by Saxon on Apr 8, 2007 23:15:33 GMT 1
“Well that allowed him to discover one more thing before he died at least, that he cannot fly.” Saxon answered straight faced. “Yes that is the conclusion I have come to too that this was just a set up at best.”
He looked at the cops and then walked over to the window looking out, “Berlin is a big place we need to find some way of narrowing down the area we have to search.” A thought struck him and he walked back to where he had first come through into the umbra.
Yes they where still there, he picked up the darts he had pulled out and pocketed them. “Maybe we can find where such things are sold and track back to the buyer. I will have a close look later for a manufacture mark but for now lets go with your suggestion.”
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Post by Tony Vasara on Apr 9, 2007 9:41:41 GMT 1
"So, we have the darts and we have a gun. I think fastest and easiest way to get to know where they came from is a computer-expert. There are not many places in Germany that sells guns like those, so either they got permits to carry them and then they are traceable or they have bought them from black market, which would mean more legwork for us, but still we should be able to find the seller, and through him the buyer. And I believe there can't be that many places where you can buy darts to submachineguns. Rifles, sure. Submachineguns, Hell no!"
Vasara made a quick look around one more time to make sure he didn't miss anything vital and continued "There also can be unused full darts left inside the clip, or at least traces of the chemicals inside those darts you got. If we find someone who knows about those things, we can find out who has recently bought large amounts of those types of sedatives."
"Either way, we have nothing left here. Let's haul our arses back to the caern." Vasara shifted in homid and took his torn and bloodied Motörhead-shirt off, wiped most of the dried blood away with it and threw the shirt away. "We eat something, we tell others what we have found out, give them professors notes so they can try to work on them, get some clean clothes that don't scream that we have recently killed someone with chainsaw and then we start working on this again."
Vasara walked out of the building and took the car's mirror from the ground where he had left it. He kept walking across the street and to alley where he could Step Sideways.
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