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Archer ran a hand over his face, then shook his head. Not in response to Nice's statement, but seemingly from frustration. He didn't utter a word, instead pacing back and forth and analyzing each empty cell until he found one that for whatever indescribable reason seemed better than the rest, as...

Archer looked at the cells. Archer looked at his watch. Archer looked at Cole. Archer looked to the exit. "Think there's enough time to get a lift back to our slightly smashed accommodations in town?" he asked, not partial to letting his corpse collapse on uneven concrete. The evening had been...

Many thanks, doghead. :) If I remember correctly, dropping into the OOC thread for 'A Casual Game of D&D' to compliment the story was what got me invited into that game. ;) We're down a couple of players, and you seem to like where the game is going, so perhaps Graf may be inclined to extend...

Auspex, as Nice called it, was proving to be an incredibly valuable... discipline. Yes, discipline, that was it. As much as Archer liked and respected Nice, the way things were panning out inclined him to keep his cards close to his chest. He couldn't deny having any capability if Auspex was...

Archer tried for a minute to remember what he learned in his psychology classes as he watched Nice stare into space, but soon gave up. It would definitely take more observation than a few minutes here to determine if Nice had issues, but then who can say what the correct state of mind for a...

"I think unstaking him should probably wait until we're no longer here. If he wakes up in a poor enough mood from being impaled then he could do damage to the contents of this room. Sensitive research equipment is not cheap to replace," Archer strolls about the room, looking at various pieces of...

Nurthk scratches his head. "Funny you should ask," is all Nurthk gets out before the strangeness takes place. will 13, sense motive 9, spot 16

Archer would have laughed if he didn't see a little of himself in the driver. The driver's behaviour seemed totally unnatural. It hearkened back to his attraction to Celeste. He had found it odd, but wouldn't have called it unnatural. But even now, after all that was done to him, he felt the...

Archer was pleasantly surprised by the offer of a handshake, and while it didn't speak of any physical prowess, he had a reliably firm grip when he grasped Diego's hand. "It's a pleasure Diego, and much appreciated," he glanced towards Beth and Biggs discussing their past and the implications...

For a moment the statement didn't quite register, but when Archer finally got around to processing what Biggs said he seemed dumbfounded. He looked around at everyone else present, then back to Biggs. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure how to respond to that statement," Archer started getting ideas...

Archer pocketed the tissues once he was done cleaning himself up. There was the occasional pause in what he was saying, and he appeared a little distracted. "We're not entirely sure either," he paused for a slightly unusual amount of time between phrases, "We were just sent here to deal with an...

It's for the sake of convenience, so I have no qualms with it.

The scholarly neonate is startled by the look of aggression in the teenage girl's eyes when she turns on him, causing him to do a kind of quick hop backwards. Fortunately, the situation is resolved for him by Nice's quick thinking. Archer made a mental note to thank him later. So Nice was his...

You have at your disposal a number of willpower points which cap out at equal to your willpower score (equal to your resolve + composure). Presently I think everyone has their willpower -1 in willpower points. There are no drawbacks to using them beyond having one less willpower point, and you...

Frenzy. Right. That one Archer had learnt through experience. Neonates? Neonates... neonates. He didn't think he had that term explained to him, or at least he couldn't remember right now. Archer didn't miss Nice's sentiments on the matter of their arrival though. "I can understand your...

"Hey, Red Scarf. I remember you. LB sent us. What's going on and how can we make ourselves useful?" Archer may not have known Nice's name, but he could remember getting into a fight with the guy. Never had the opportunity to have a conversation with him though. "You probably already know but...

"By all means." Archer knocks on the door of the old house, then waits for a response.

"I'm not expecting a hostile situation either, but I find it preferable to know what I'm getting into," Archer got out and stood by the car, gradually turning on the spot to survey the house and the surrounding terrain, "Preparation is everything." Satisfied, he walked over to Cole in front of...

Archer raises an eyebrow, then looks to Cole and shrugs. "And you do a great job, champ," he says with a broad smile to the driver, treating him as though he were three years old. "I guess we're going in blind for the most part then," Archer laments to Cole.

"Heh," Archer looked amazed, "What do you reckon' were the odds of us crossing paths like this, eh? Seems uncannily lucky, but I'm not about to complain." Outside the car window the trees moved past as they followed a road through dense forest. It reminded Archer of when he was almost burnt to...