Apart from all worlds.


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Listen = 22, Init = 10

Hearing the gun shot, she instinctual crouched down besides an abandoned car and pulled out her bow and an arrow.

In Spanish, to Jacques, "Where is the musketeer? I can not see him"

[sblock=spells prepared]
Divine Heritage: Create Water (1/day), Cure Minor Wounds (1/day), Light (1/day);
0 - Cure Minor Wounds (x3), Light (x1), Resistance (x2)
1 - Cure Light Wounds (x2), Entangle (x1), Pass Without Trace (x1), Speak with Animals (x1), Spirit Club (x1)
2 - Bark Skin (x2), Enhance Ability (x1), Fog Cloud (x1), Gust of Wind (x1)
3 - Call Lightning (x2), Cure Moderate Wounds (x1), Sleet Storm (x1)
4 - Cure Serious Wounds (x1), Flaming Wrath (x1)
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"Really that odd? How would you decide to go out - spending the remaining time to brood over useless formulas to avert your inevitable death? I've seen the bodies of those who did that and they did not appear to have died any easier for it." Keane replies casually while jogging through the doomed city, not really expecting any answer.

When the shot rings out he lets his armor's systems determine whether it was fired in their general direction or even directly at them.*



* Trajectory Detector (Future Tech, 18): Spot 1d20+16=17

Initiative / Listen (1d20+9=28, 1d20+1=20)
 

"Perhaps your idiotic mind cannot wrap itself around my words. I can understand the pleasures of the flesh, but what good would a new tv do someone who has no time to view it? I guess I really should speak slower for you. Perhaps we should make a deal, I will think for both of us, you fight for both of us, but we will both pitch in alittle bit? Sound like a deal?" Mykael laughs at the soldier. The more the talked, the dumber Mykael new he was. "Better to stay silent and have others think you are a fool, then to speak and remove all doubt." he recites quietly.
 

" 'Hope springs eternal in the human breast' - but who knows if you got an Alexander Pope where you come from. The point is, some spend their dying time trying to find a way to stave off what they've rightfully reaped, others are trying to catch one last episode of CSI: Haven. To each his own, I say." Keane answered jovially without feeling even one pang of anger. His rare bouts of true emotion were far valuable to waste them on the egghead after all.

"But I guess you come from some sort of peacenik earth, right? All sunshine and rays of happiness and prancing around in fields of flowers. ... Well, I don't. This here is nothing but a fairytale version of what I've seen on my own world. I don't judge them.

And, as a final piece of advice: If you want to insult me, you really have to try much harder, Brainiac. My training in Stahlstadt wasn't good for much, but those Germans got some cute sayings. 'Der Hund bellt, aber die Karawane zieht weiter.' * Yeah, I always liked that one.

But no need to sweat it. If you ever ever manage to truly offend me, you won't live long enough to realize it."




* 'The dog barks but the caravan goes on.'
 


Jacob turns and looks on guard but is unable to locate the shot.

[sblock=Blackrat]You hear the shot ring out but the echoes confuse you and your unable to tell where it came from in all the noise or if it was directed at you.[/sblock]

[sblock=OnlytheStrong, Relique du Madde]The shot passed directly over your heads from behind you, someone was either trying to warn you, or is a bad shot. Looking you see 6 young men, dressed like thugs and acting menacingly approaching your group.[/sblock]

[sblock=Douane]The shot rings out passing over your heads. It came from behind your location at approximately 7o'clock. In this location you see approcating 6 young thugs, men in there teens dress like gang members. Your computer systems indicate that the shot was fired by the man to the left of center, the shot was purposely fired over your heads.[/sblock]

[sblock=Shayuri]The shot came from behind you, you smell 6 Pures approaching your location, They smell angry and lustful. They are young adult males and you can make out the smell of sweat and blood on them. One of the young men has the smell of fear on him though. Looking you see them, they approach threateningly. [/sblock]
 

Vela sniffs the air, then whirls and crouches down a bit in a single movement. She spreads her hands apart, her fingers wide and for all the world looks like she's about to pounce on the figures approaching from behind, or charge them. For a moment, angry stripes blossom over her face, arms, and...oddly...over the darker surface of her bodysuit. The stripes quickly fade and spread out, coloring Vela in muted dark greys that would actually be pretty hard to spot against concrete and asphalt if one didn't know where to look. Even her bristly mane of hair changes colors.

"I am a predator clade," she growls at the thugs. "You will not be able to gun me down before I leave you gutted for the scavenger clades on the ground. Leave now. I will not spill human blood if I do not have to."
 

Mykael ducks behind some nearby cover, pulling his plasma pistol. "God I hate this part. Oh well, one must stay alive after all. Yup, its them or us. Looks like it's them then.
 

Once she sees the men, she drops her bow and arrow and stood up to face the men, knowing that she had little chance to get into cover without risking being shot in the back. She glanced to her right, to where Mykael crouched, then back to the size men.

"Lord Kukulkan, protect me and my companions..." She placed her right hand on the handle of her macuahuitl then called out in Spanish, "Are you friends or are you enemies?"


[sblock="OOC Question"]
Darwin, What are the current weather conditions?[/sblock]
 

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