Six: Run down the hill screaming about freedom and then brain everyone within arm's reach?
-to Nova- Good point. Shall we go murder all of them, then?
edited 1st Aug '17 4:55:23 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-Charles looks somewhat wary of Pickman, but doesn't comment on the "nazis" thing since he doesn't seem to know much about it-
Charles: I am up for any such plan, but it seems like you already have your bloods spoiling for a fight regardless.
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)(@Igno) Pickman: Indeed.
He hits a few more keys, then makes a gesture in front of a motion-sensitive screen. Feet and weapons of those who delve seem to get heated a bit. His voice is now broadcasted via telepathy.
Pickman: <Initiating a Dho-Hna formula specific derivation... Cthugha and Quachil Uttaus channeled in. Your blades and bullets should cut steel like paper, and your steps are hushed. Proceed now, though not without caution.>
~with an audible PLOP, the nearest guard on the walls has a new hole in his head~
~another guard, wearing what seems to be a trenchcoat-like uniform with a skull motif, hears the shot and sees his comrade go down~
Guard #1: "ALARM! EINDRINGLINGE AN DEN MAUERN!"
~you can see the other guards on the walls prepare their weapons~
edited 1st Aug '17 5:26:26 PM by LeChuck4

An eldritch-green pixel cloud appears, from which Jeff steps out along with his laptop.
Pickman: Did you really plan to head out without any geek squad member while not being able to even see in the dark?
He hits a few keys, after which a bluish wisp of light appears mid-air to illuminate the area. Cloaked figures, to be honest, don't notice the light - it's visible only to the bunch.
Pickman: Hand of Glory. The best friend of thieves.
edited 1st Aug '17 4:54:45 PM by TheRiddleOfCards