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Post by Shehrazad on Feb 19, 2007 16:49:09 GMT 1
Both Vasara and Saxon tear through their opponents, Saxon killing his with ease and Vasara almost tearing his head off. But even as they do, they start to feel the effects of the drugs, whatever they are, in their systems. Saxon especially feels the room start to blur in front of his eyes and his feet start to feel unsteady. Vasara feels it less, having taken less hits, but it still manages to wear him down. The three remaining gunmen stand back slightly, levelling their weapons but not firing, just waiting.
Note: Two more turns before your characters lose consciousness.
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Post by Tony Vasara on Feb 19, 2007 17:47:52 GMT 1
Vasara focused his eye at the gunmen and thought that if he still had both eyes left, he would right now see in doubles. But the strange dimmings and sparks in his vision told their tale, he was losing his consciousness fast, maybe even little too fast... It was only about taking as many enemies as possible with you down now.
"Break through! Find safe place! Survive!" he howled to Saxon as he prepared to do his worst to surviving enemies. Escape was never option for Fenris, and one of them needed to get out. He found cold determination in his thoughts and hurled his body one more time against men, murder in his mind...
(OOC: spend my last Rage here for extra attack. Main action is desperate claw-storm, split attack into 2 claws and 1 bite attacks, trying to take down as many gunmen as possible, extra Rage-action is one more Claw. By the way, is it possible to spend Will to remain conscious for a bit longer?)
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Post by Saxon on Feb 23, 2007 23:32:56 GMT 1
Damm he felt like he had been on a right bender down the pub, the unsteady feet and the vision sliding away. Not long now before the drug did it’s work and down he went like a falling tree.
Escape? He heard Vasara’s words and considered it, but he doubted that he would make it out of the building. No they needed a place to sleep off at the worst or sit it out. But where would be safe from the gunmen.
Then like a light bulb lighting up it struck him, where could they go that the gunmen could not? “The other side Vasara, now.” Hopefully they could crash out there and let the drug work it’s way out of their system.
Saxon began to frantically look for a reflective surface and to stay awake long enough to step over.
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Post by Shehrazad on Feb 24, 2007 9:55:16 GMT 1
Saxon's search for a reflective surface led him to the window panes. The sky outside was already dark enough for them to work almost as mirrors. With little difficulty he slipped through to the other side, leaving his assailants looking around bewildered. They might know a bit about werewolves, but they clearly weren't expecting that.
With half the gunmen distracted by Saxon's sudden disappearance, Vasara brings down his attack. Slightly disoriented and fighting the effects of the drug, his flurry of attacks don't all make their marks. One of the men receives a scratch on his upper arm, making him screech in pain and drop his weapon. It's only the last claw attack that clearly rips his head off.
The other two look worried. Clearly they'd expected even an 8 foot werewolf to have dropped under the influence of the tranquilisers but now.
((Yeah, for as long as you can afford to.))
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Post by Tony Vasara on Feb 24, 2007 23:17:23 GMT 1
Otherside? Easier to say than do... Vasara thought Spiritual stuff just isn't my thing... "I don't believe I could step sideways fast enough even on a good day to escape this in time." he growled on garou-language to Saxon as Saxon stepped through. Maybe I still can live to see another day without being a new guinea pig for these arseholes... he thought as he prepared for his final stand.
And then, just before new leap, another thought entered his mind. He rose on his full height, rending the ceiling in his rage, trying not to show any sign of drug affecting him in any ways anymore, roaring on heavily broken German to two remaining men "Grr'Arrre you still herrre?! Yourrr drruggs won't worrk on me, monngggrells! Rrrun orrrr be DEAD!!" as Intimidating as he could, hoping they would take a hint as he threw the head of his previous kill toward them.
If those men were not waving their guns at him, pumping more drugs into his system when he tried to concentrate on breaking to the Otherside he could still have a marginal chance of getting away.
He took few menacing steps toward the gunmen, grinning widely and letting some almost foamed saliva fall from his jaws...
(OOC Use 1 Will on intimidation-attempt) (OOC sorry for late edit but I'm bit unclear on when I need to spend that Will to stay up and going, if it is needed to be used now, that spent point is used on it instead of Intimidation. Sorry again)
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Post by Shehrazad on Feb 25, 2007 18:44:24 GMT 1
The two remaining gunmen visibly tremble at the sight of Vasara, still standing and snarling at them, foaming from the mouth. The sight of their torn and mutilated comrades in the background only enhances their fear. The first of them drops his weapon and stumbles away. The second attempts to fire one last shot, but his shaky hands lodge the dart in the ceiling.
You're still conscious without willpower this round, so I spent the point on the intimidation roll. Both you and Saxon need to start spending a willpower point to stay awake or wait until the drugs wear off.
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Post by Saxon on Feb 25, 2007 20:09:54 GMT 1
As he steeped through as he felt really, really strange, the corridor in the umbra seemed to be expanding and contracting and the ground seemed to be swaying as if he was on a ship.
Saxon shook his head in an attempt to clear it and his hand went out to the wall. Where the hell was Vasara? Stupid buggar was not lost in rage that he was still fighting, Jesus he would have to go back.
Why was he on his knees and ouch his nose hurt he was staring at the floor only an inch or so from his face. He should get……darkness took him.
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Post by Tony Vasara on Feb 25, 2007 21:32:47 GMT 1
He ran on icy tundra, the harsh winds blowing against his fur...
"NO!" He forced his eyelids to remain open "Not yet!" Vasara howled and crashed against the last gunman standing, trying to rend him in pieces with his claws.
The moon shone on his face as he ran after the white reindeer...
"Stay awake... stay awake..." he chanted in his mind and forced his almost relaxed muscles to work again. "Never fall asleep in snow..." he thought randomly as he furiously clawed at the man.
The reindeer ran on top of fjeld and turned to see was the lone gray wolf still after it...
"There's work to be done here... Failure is not an option!" he heard a voice inside his head, he just wasn't sure was it his own words or memory from his father. He focused hard and was again back at the office, fighting for his life.
(OOC 2 claws with splitted pool, and I'll use Will to stay awake)
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Post by Shehrazad on Mar 5, 2007 13:13:43 GMT 1
Vasara swings at the last gunman as he tries to turn tail and run. But his claws dig deep into his back and he slips to the floor, screaming and writhing in pain. The second blow silences him and Vasara is left standing alone in the blood-filled hallway.
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Post by Tony Vasara on Mar 5, 2007 18:09:57 GMT 1
...don't stop, if you stop you fall...Fenrir are strong, we do NOT fall! Vasara thought and forced himself to stay awake ...things are not yet done here...
Not stopping to even take better look around Vasara grabs one of the guns and unconscious investigator to his shoulder. ...I must get out...NOW! Then he threw the body through the window to create a distraction and maybe even an impression of him jumping out of the window to escape.
This investigator was just too dangerous to be left alive, and Vasara doubted he could escape if he tried to take him as a prisoner. Then he dashed down the stairs still in crinos attempting to wake the spirit inside his fetish with his own spiritual strength.
...well, at least Saxon managed to escape... so why couldn't I even if Children of Rat are better suited on running than Children of Fenris?
(OOC another Willpower spent to stay awake)
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Post by Shehrazad on Mar 12, 2007 19:31:52 GMT 1
The body causes some disturbance downstairs, but as it's late, it doesn't cause as much of a stir as one would have hoped. Nobody gives notice to Vasara as he crashes through the front door and out into the street. The only thing looking down on him is the waning half moon, steady and reliable as always. ((Consider the Fetish activated. And you regain all your rage. Sorry for the delay, I was taken ill ))[/color]
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Post by Tony Vasara on Mar 14, 2007 9:45:29 GMT 1
Vasara looked around, not so sure anymore what was reality and what was drug-induced fantasy. He shifted into glabro and walked with faltering legs into Eric's car. He opened the door and crashed into backseat, trying to reach out and grab the mirror, failing miserably. How is it even possible to see in doubles with only one eye?
He tried to think what had happened, gunmen were dead no they are not, you let one of them escape, the investigator was dead you can't be sure about that, and didn't you plan on taking him alive?, Vasara slowly grew angry on voice inside his head. He was missing something... Saxon escaped ages ago in umbra, no way in Hell was Vasara going THERE in this shape... With his last strength Vasara closed the door and lost consciousness.
Wasn't there suppose to be a bodyguard in the downstairs? he heard himself thinking just before the lights went out...
...oh shit... and NOW you tell me that...
(OOC I suppose I use one more Will here as even if Vasara passes out, he did quite a few things before it)
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Post by Shehrazad on Mar 14, 2007 11:17:28 GMT 1
Vasara drifts off into a dreamless drug-induced sleep and the hours drift by. The night turns into morning and the sun is already high in the sky when he is woken by light tapping on the windshield.
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Post by Tony Vasara on Mar 14, 2007 19:13:02 GMT 1
Second morning on the row with a hangover, good going there, sport! Vasara thought as he forced his eyelid to open. Damn it was bright. He got worried as he obviously still was inside Eric's car. And if he was still in Eric's car, it was damn sure he was still way too near the building and Saxon wasn't here. Vasara got up on sitting position and grinned as his whole body felt like it had been mangled last night. He lunged toward front of the car and pressed the cigaret-lighter on as he took his equally mangled pack of cigars from his vests pocket. This is fucking great...
Vasara ignored tapping for a short moment longer as he tried to look around for Saxon. Nope, nowhere to be seen, wonder if he actually managed to escape? The tapping was starting to turn into something quite irritating and it felt more like hammering inside his head. He yawned and tried to concentrate enough to find out who or what was behind that infernal noise!
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Post by Shehrazad on Mar 16, 2007 16:21:45 GMT 1
"Excuse me, sir..." a man stood outside and motioned for him to lower the window. When he did, the man looked at him suspiciously and started with stating the obvious. "You were asleep. There's cops on the other side of the building so I thought I'd tell you to get out of here before they decided to come and fine you for being drunk and... is that blood?"
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