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Post by Ande Gowar on Feb 9, 2008 21:13:57 GMT 1
There was nothing in the world like roof-running, nothing better in all of Gaia's green-and-silver realms.
Trick wore his glabro form for the run back home. It was a bit of cheating, but he was taking a risk and he knew it. They haven't been in the city long enough for him to know all the places he should avoid, Garou or not. If anything, Berlin had more places a Garou should avoid on his own than a standard human. He wanted to breath the air, test his footing on new ground, learn the spaces between buildings, but he wasn't really looking for trouble. Not tonight.
Even cut, split in half, hurting with a pain he could almost feel himself, it was still a beautiful city. More beautiful than Frankfurt, he hazarded a thought. Home was home, but Berlin was wide and alive. He didn't go straight through, but took a scenic route, balancing up the supports of a bridge over the Spree, then leaping between the houses of the Dahlem quarter, swinging between fire escapes and over dead ends and back alleys. Far to the east, the Fernsehturm gleamed eerily, speaking of a different city. Maybe someday...
He picked a roof to stop on to catch his breath, leaning against a sun panel and watching across the city. Max didn't know what he was missing.
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Post by Shehrazad on Feb 9, 2008 22:02:00 GMT 1
Maybe it was by chance that Trick chose that very roof to catch his breath. Maybe it was fate, or the spirits pushing him in the right direction. Whatever it was, he was here now, standing a few feet above of one of the most violent murder scenes in Berlin's history.
There were voices below. Trick had to hold his breath and strain to hear them, but they were there. They carried up to the roof where Trick was standing, and he knew he just had to lean down and look into the alley below to see who they were.
"Looks like a pack of rabid dogs if you ask me." "This was no dog. If I told you the truth, you wouldn't believe me. Just bag them up and leave nothing. I want no evidence left behind." "Sure thing boss." After a few moments of silence, Trick could hear a radio crackle. "We got him, send backup to Tiergarten park, asap."
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Post by Ande Gowar on Feb 11, 2008 21:52:25 GMT 1
With a faint, sinking feeling, Trick crouched low and approached the edge of the roof, to lean over it and glance towards the street below. It would be his sort of luck - and Max wasn't here, either. It was just him.
Rabid dogs. He knew what that meant. It had almost become code words among Frankfurt's own Kinfolk. And then the next voice - the truth? His interest turned into a sour suspicion. No evidence... he tried not to leap to conclusions, Ahroun that he was. This wasn't his city, not his turf yet, he didn't know what shady dealings went on, which were approved, which were the sept's own business, what operations might be running that he couldn't be aware of. His tribe didn't get where they were by bungling into situations like trigger-happy Fenrir.
But to just walk on like a dumb human was no option, either.
Tiergarten park. Where was that again? A large place, hard to miss on a map, and he was used to learning maps quickly. Yes, he could get there, and via the roofs, he stood every chance of going unnoticed. He was alone, never a good state for a Garou to be in, but if he was lucky - really, unbelievably lucky - he might just win some points with the local sept before ever introducing himself.
Trick believed in good luck. He grinned to himself, and got running.
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Post by Shehrazad on Feb 11, 2008 22:53:58 GMT 1
As Ande looked down, he could see a man putting on latex gloves and start collecting chunks of flesh and bone into evidence bags. The other man in the alleyway was standing watch. They didn't notice Trick as he looked down at them or when he went on his way towards the park.
((continued at Tiergarten park
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