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As the four adventurers (plus wolf) charge down the path, a rope is lowered from a tree branch. "Pssst! Up here!" says a voice.

"How is it a lawful order?" asks Jacob quizzically. "As far as I can tell, in a situation where I want my licensed gun to protect myself from--well, let's call it an animal, you tell me to disarm, simply because you are federal agents, even though I've never threatened you with my gun, you have...

Origen walks up to the pair. "You better get ready. Helm wants us to move soon."

Jacob begins to rub his forehead. "Listen. I know I'm a bastard. But we are outside the box right now, and if you keep trying to pretend we're in it, that will kill you. I have reason to suspect you know what I'm talking about. If you know about any people who've been--changed--check on...

I did. Most amusing. That said, I hope Brown steps in as a voice of reason here, or one of us might have to roll up a new PC soon...

Rook stares at the FBI officer bluntly. "Listen, we cannot afford to be at each others' throats right now. One of us is threatening someone with a gun right now, and sorry to puncture your self-righteous worldview, Crockett, but it isn't me. Something has infested this motel. Something...

Jacob glares at these patronizing idiots. "Damn it, don't you morons get what I'm saying?!! This is why I hate police at any level--you bastards think a badge gives you a form of magical omnicompetence! It doesn't. You're people, just like me. You've been granted a few special priviledges...

Overhearing the FBI Vice boys conversation, Jacob decides to voice his suspicions. "Okay, you're talking about things going up gun barrels. I think we're dealing with related subjects here. You want to know what I think? I think that some bizarre, extramundane force has been concocting weird...

Why thank you. ;)

(OOC: Operating on the assumption that we're all going to collide outside. Also, this will probably be my last post of the day, I'm afraid.) Jacob glances at the feds he was recently badgering, noting that 'Tubbs' is now suffering from a bloody hand. Okay, Rook, my boy, come up with something...

Jacob groans to himself, and then runs out of the room. "*CED*, *CED*!!!" he screams. As he does so, dreams of front headlines that were not to be die in his mind...

Jacob wheels around, and checks on the carrier.

Jacob, hearing not-quite intelligible yelling, picks up his pistol, and goes to the door, making sure to stay out of Crockett and Tubbs's sight right now. He has a definite idea that the *CED* is about to hit the fan.

A note to the Nibelungen players--I've cut the speak to animals ability. (Seeing as nobody's tried to use it yet, I hope there's no hard feelings about this...)

Caradoc fails to pick up what they're saying.

Jacob blinks. You know you're in a bad way when you're worried about the actions of the quasi-living dog leg you've absconded having some greater significance...

Jacob opens his room door, and checks on 'Fido'.

Helm looks at the Nibelung a moment, then smirks. "Certainly." He pulls a roll of rope out of his bag, and throws it at him. "Here you go. Now, I want you to tie knots in this rope. About--oh, 130 of them. Yes, that sounds sufficient. 130 knots. When you're done, I'll find something else...

OOC: Forgot to mention--your wolf is still a little too weak to carry you right now. (Also, riding wolves use the stats for riding dogs, so the strength you put down is a bit low. Raise it to 15.)

Jacob, hearing something, wheels around like a pinwheel. "What was that? What's going on here?" He darts back to the door of his motel room, an uncomfortable feeling that he might want his pistol soon steeling over him. "Jesus *CED*ing Christ, I hate this town," he mutters. "It's like...