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 26 deathpigeon, Fri, 22nd Jul '11 12:55:42 PM from Bread, It Is Bread that the Revolution Needs! Get RP Mod Relationship Status: One True Dodecahedron
Kaspar the Friendly Spook
"Watkins is dead." I heard it from many sources. At first I dismissed it as mere rumor, but even the Fae were saying it. And they don't lie. I sigh. I liked Watkins. He always gave me information, the greedy bastard. So, here I was taking the next flight to Las Vegas. Damn Watkins. Probably talked his mouth of at the wrong person. The flight was late, of course, so when I reached the Imporium, a fairy I talk to a lot informed me that people were inside, including at least one practitioner. What a pain. I try to listen at the door, but I can't make out the conversation. So much for subtle. Damit. I like subtle. Well then. Not subtle. I ask the fairy, "Got any doves?" He nods enthusiastically. He knows the drill. We've done it before. I draw my sword. I push open the door as he releases the doves.

I yell, "Greetings everyone! I am Khan Noonien Singh! You may call me Khan!" Heh. I guess this was fun too.
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"The great are great only because we are on our knees. Let us rise." - Max Stirner
 27 3of 4, Fri, 22nd Jul '11 1:21:17 PM from Five Seconds in the Future. Get RP Mod Relationship Status: GAR for Archer
Feeble Turtle Duck
As the OTHER Lunatic stormed through the door Tim reacted on pure, drilled in reflex and yelled "Sandastan!" and the Force Shield came up in an instant. Another reflex brought his Freezing Rod out of the Cloak and the rune encarved wooden dagger pointed directly at the Newcomer while he prepared to bring up the other Shield Rings.

Then he realized what the other hat yelled. Khan? Was zur Hölle..? Watching the original Lunatic out of the corners of his Eyes he sayed, his Rod still pointing at the swordwielding Newcomer, "Long way from Ceti Alpha V, are you?"

edited 22nd Jul '11 1:22:37 PM by 3of4

LMage: NO ONE ASKED FOR YOUR WITCHCRAFT THREE
 28 deathpigeon, Fri, 22nd Jul '11 1:24:31 PM from Bread, It Is Bread that the Revolution Needs! Get RP Mod Relationship Status: One True Dodecahedron
Kaspar the Friendly Spook
I smile at the reaction, "Ah! You must be the wizard I was told was in here! And you have no idea how far I had to travel to get here! I assume you are all here about Watkins?" I scan the rest of the group.
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"The great are great only because we are on our knees. Let us rise." - Max Stirner
The Sad Clown
The Oblivion Bar

The Bar was in the lull before it became really busy. The premises were left fairly open. The tables and chairs were kept towards the wall, allowing a wide open space in the centre for the circular bar area. A couple of harried looking waitresses rushed about the place with platters and glasses, to and from the bar area. Oblivion was well lit, emulating a homely enough atmosphere through use of reds and browns. The bartender on duty was cleaning glasses in preparation for the surge in custom that was about to occur. The regulars had claimed their usual corner seats; one fussy looking man in a tweed suit, three bearded men in neutral cloaks, and a goth girl who was touching up her makeup.

edited 23rd Jul '11 2:12:57 PM by Squire

All those ... moments will be lost... in time, like... tears... in rain.
The Sad Clown
Outside Watkins' Emporium

They moved down the street stiffly, awkwardly, three heavy set men with square jaws and bulging muscles. Although the clothes they wear are casual, it is obvious to anyone with a slight experience with firearms that they are concealing weapons. As they move down the street and closer to the shop they spread out, eyeing the group of bickering men in front of the store. They continue walking until they are parallel with the group, before moving towards cover and revealing their stubby little uzis. Wordlessly, but uniformly, they open fire.
All those ... moments will be lost... in time, like... tears... in rain.
 31 3of 4, Sat, 23rd Jul '11 2:38:19 PM from Five Seconds in the Future. Get RP Mod Relationship Status: GAR for Archer
Feeble Turtle Duck
"Scheiße!" cursed Tim as the first Bullets startet to rip through Windows, the open Door and through every other way. Reinforcing his Shield he looked to the other two.

"I have a suggestion. We truce, we survive and then we see about threatening another again?" he said while he went beside one the windows in cover. Releasing the Shield, hoping the two others would's just turn this into a three or four way fight, he powered up the Rod, waited for a short pause while one of the attackers reloaded and then pointed the Rod through a hole in the window, aimed as good as possible and shoutet "Niras!" only to hit a Garbage Can and let it ricochet at the next Wall. Before he could try again the bullets startet to fly again.

"A little help here?"

edited 23rd Jul '11 2:49:32 PM by 3of4

LMage: NO ONE ASKED FOR YOUR WITCHCRAFT THREE
Platypus!
Felix strolled in, taking great pains to appear as casual as possible, all a part of his normal routine while at the Obsidian. "Hey there." He said once he reached the bar. "Lager please." While waiting for his beer, he retrieved his coin, a rather large one that might be silver, or alternatively very polished, more mundane elements. What made the coin unique was the etchings along the edge and on either of the face sides, eldritch runes that Felix, at the time, thought would strengthen his powers. He wasn't so sure about that bit any more. He flipped the coin a couple of times, testing the balance.
 33 Kino, Sat, 23rd Jul '11 7:24:30 PM from NC/NYC Get RP Mod Relationship Status: 700 wives and 300 concubines
Connoisseur of redheads
Leo instinctively reached under his suit jacket and withdrew a second handgun, aiming it squarely at the chest of the newcomer as he enter through the door; deciding whether or not to shoot him. Seconds before he could come to a decision, he felt a chill run through his back; seconds later he took cover next to a heavy bookcase.

Automatic gunfire began to fly through the shop, ripping through books and shelf alike. realizing that the two individuals near him were the least of his problems, he nodded his head in acknowledgement.

"Blind them, I'll do the rest."
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 34 3of 4, Sun, 24th Jul '11 3:22:40 AM from Five Seconds in the Future. Get RP Mod Relationship Status: GAR for Archer
Feeble Turtle Duck
Nodding in return Tim took a slow breath, calming himself and prepared the ring on his little finger. "Memorize where they stand, this works both ways. Got the idea from Star Trek." he told Leo, pointed his left hand to the wall and then muttered "Sandastan!".

A new shield formed, this one before the Shop and instead of blocking Force, which would have drained Tim rather fast by the volume of fire, it blocked Light across the whole Spectrum. A solid Wall of Black descended between their attackers and the Shop.

Not paying heed to what Leo was doing with his Gun, Tim now pulled a big iron-cased Book out of his Bag with his other hand, runes starting to glow icily and he pointed it through the window where he remembered one of the attackers hiding and loudly said "Hilcin!", sending a Freezing spell towards the area where he assumed his target, thinking Warden Schmidt will be just unbearable when he hears that his combat training wasn't a waste...

edited 24th Jul '11 3:25:56 AM by 3of4

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 35 Kino, Sun, 24th Jul '11 6:20:35 AM from NC/NYC Get RP Mod Relationship Status: 700 wives and 300 concubines
Connoisseur of redheads
Leo used the pause in gunfire to get out of cove and move to the door he had entered the shop from, pausing there for a moment before leaving, "suppressing fire!" he said, as he began to flank them.
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The Sad Clown
The three gunmen stay spread out on the far side of the street, firing into the gathering darkness in front of the shop. The leader holds up a hand, and the fire instantly stops as the men wait for their targets to reappear.
All those ... moments will be lost... in time, like... tears... in rain.
 37 Kino, Sun, 24th Jul '11 6:28:28 AM from NC/NYC Get RP Mod Relationship Status: 700 wives and 300 concubines
Connoisseur of redheads
Effortlessly slipping out of the shop and onto the street, Leo made his way closer, and took cover behind a car. Looking up he noticed that the gunmen had stopped firing, taking aim at the head of the nearest one, he fired two rounds.
ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
The Sad Clown
The bullets struck the gunman in the right in the throat and head. The back of his skull blew out and he dropped to the floor, emptying the clip of his gun in a deathgrip. The other two gunmen whirled around instantly tracing the source of the gunfire. The cood, steady action of reloading their weapons betrayed their proffesionalism. The gunman furthest on the left kept Leo pinned to the car with gunfire. The leader of the gunmen took a grenade from the folds of his jacket, pulled the pin and rolled it towards the car.
All those ... moments will be lost... in time, like... tears... in rain.
 39 3of 4, Sun, 24th Jul '11 7:01:37 AM from Five Seconds in the Future. Get RP Mod Relationship Status: GAR for Archer
Feeble Turtle Duck
Tim stepped out of the door, switching the Light shield again for the Force shield. Seeing the rolling grenade he pointed his Book at it and yelled "Niras!" to propell it back to its owner. Afterwards he pointed it at the Knee of the third man and cast "Niras!" again to bring him down.

edited 24th Jul '11 7:01:58 AM by 3of4

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 40 Kino, Sun, 24th Jul '11 7:54:48 AM from NC/NYC Get RP Mod Relationship Status: 700 wives and 300 concubines
Connoisseur of redheads
"Grenade!" Leo yelled over the gunfire, taking a split second to weigh his options, he sprinted from behind the car, towards the corner of the building.
ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
 41 Sabre's Edge, Sun, 24th Jul '11 2:24:06 PM from Project NAIL SPIKE Get RP Mod
The Obsidian/Oblivion
Between bites of his sandwich Miles Raster looked up and appraised the newcomer two seats over. He seemed familiar, and there was that tingle—oh. Right. He remembered seeing the face at the Paranet meetings.

"Hey, " he said, not too loudly. "I think we've met."
I might be that one witch who decides to flood the barrier with dimethylmercury.
Platypus!
Felix turned his head. As far as pickup lines goes, that was possibly one of the lamer ones. Since the voice sounded decidedly male, though, he got the feeling it wasn't one, or you never knew. He cast an appraising glance at the European-looking fellow, he got the distinct impression he was a man who didn't have to use pickup lines much. "Can't say I remember you." He said, it was a fairly noncommittal answer, and one he was perfectly content with. "But I meet an awful lot of people nowadays."
 43 Sabre's Edge, Sun, 24th Jul '11 3:07:28 PM from Project NAIL SPIKE Get RP Mod
Raster nodded. "Paranet, " he said. "There aren't that many practitioners around here. Well...actually there are, but they tend to congregate elsewhere, so I tend to remember faces." He stuck out his hand. "Miles Raster."
I might be that one witch who decides to flood the barrier with dimethylmercury.
Platypus!
"Can't say I remember you, sorry." Felix said. "Don't take it personal, I forget a lot of people. Felix Almon." He shook Miles' hand, normally he didn't give up his full name to anyone in the know if he could help it, but since it had been an equivalent exchange, he felt it couldn't be too bad a move. Besides, if anyone wanted to take care of little old him, a 9mm in a shady alley would do just nicely.
The Sad Clown
The blast of unseen power hit the more junior gunman full on in the chest, lifting him off of his feet. He rebounded off the lamp post and hit the ground with his neck at an awkward angle, fingers twitching. In contrast the senior gunman let out a wordless yell as the grenade was flung back towards him, exploding slighty before impact. He was thrown back by the force of the blast, shrapnel embedded in his face and body, pain apparent in his dying eyes. The sound of rattling breath was overshadowed by the distant sound of sirens.
All those ... moments will be lost... in time, like... tears... in rain.
 46 Sabre's Edge, Sun, 24th Jul '11 5:48:24 PM from Project NAIL SPIKE Get RP Mod
Miles gave a friendly smile as he released Felix's grip. It faded very quickly.

"So, there's only been one topic of any conversation lately, " he said quietly. "Old man Watkins."
I might be that one witch who decides to flood the barrier with dimethylmercury.
 47 Kino, Sun, 24th Jul '11 6:04:44 PM from NC/NYC Get RP Mod Relationship Status: 700 wives and 300 concubines
Connoisseur of redheads
Leo made his way out of cover and over to the bodies of the downed gunmen, giving them a quick once over he turned on his heel and left; apparently satisfied with the results. "Police are on the way." he said to the two inside the store, "Lets go." With that he hailed his cabbie from earlier, and hopped in. "The fuck are you waiting on?"
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Platypus!
"Pretty much, yeah." Felix agreed, leaning on the bar. "Last time I checked, the White Council decided to get involved. Possibly some third party too."
 49 3of 4, Mon, 25th Jul '11 12:28:28 AM from Five Seconds in the Future. Get RP Mod Relationship Status: GAR for Archer
Feeble Turtle Duck
Tim went to the one Gunmen and checked him quickly. While is Neck did look awkwardly he was still alive, if he didn't try to move his head untill the ambulance arrived he may even move his legs again one day. Siging in relief he sprintet to the cab.

Had the Guy never heard of how to move himself properly if flung through the air? He had seemed professionably enough for it. The last thing Tim wanted was to kill someone by accident, and not just because of the First Law.

He got in the Cab on the backseat and smiled awkwardly at the confused driver.
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The Sad Clown
As you both check the bodies, you notice that at some point in the past, all three of the gunmen have had their tongues cut out.

edited 25th Jul '11 1:36:17 AM by Squire

All those ... moments will be lost... in time, like... tears... in rain.
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