Argent Silvermage
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Anne sits listening to it all wondering how they will ever get this done. "Are we ready? Every minute we waste here is more time lost on a time sensitive case."
The Beast Within [Dark*Matter D20]
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flyingricepaddy
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A fellow in his early twenties walks in, dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans and grinning a little sheepishly. "Heya," he says. "Name's Mick. Sorry I'm late, but this place is real confusing."
He ambles over to an empty seat and plops himself down. Over time the sheepishness fades, but the grin doesn't.
(If it's cool with everyone, let's assume Mick came in at the same time as Caleb so's we don't have to run through the explanations and intros again.)
Mick purses his lips and bobs his head up and down during the run-down from the others. "Ly-can-thropes", he mutters under his breath, trying the word out in his mouth.
He ambles over to an empty seat and plops himself down. Over time the sheepishness fades, but the grin doesn't.
(If it's cool with everyone, let's assume Mick came in at the same time as Caleb so's we don't have to run through the explanations and intros again.)
Mick purses his lips and bobs his head up and down during the run-down from the others. "Ly-can-thropes", he mutters under his breath, trying the word out in his mouth.
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As the woman across the table spoke of there not being enough time to discuss this at the table, Caleb sighed and put his notebook back into his pocket.
"Okay, but can I get a copy of this file for the road? I hate walking into anything blind, sensative or not."
With that, Caleb stands and waits for them to be dismissed so they can get on the road.
"Okay, but can I get a copy of this file for the road? I hate walking into anything blind, sensative or not."
With that, Caleb stands and waits for them to be dismissed so they can get on the road.
Thomas Hobbes
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John slides him what files they have, then turns to Lisa as he stands up.
"They have a registration program, complete with suppressants. So if it's someone who doesn't know what they're doing, we'll bring them up to code." He frowns for a moment.
"Speaking of haste... how are we getting there? Hurrying here may be fairly irrelevant if our flight it tomorrow at noon."
"They have a registration program, complete with suppressants. So if it's someone who doesn't know what they're doing, we'll bring them up to code." He frowns for a moment.
"Speaking of haste... how are we getting there? Hurrying here may be fairly irrelevant if our flight it tomorrow at noon."
Jarval
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"First killing was committed on the..." Davies glances down at his notes. "7th of January. Second killing took place on the 6th of this month. Both dates where full moons. The next full moon is on..." He flips a few sheets forwards on his desk calendar. "the 6th of March, seven days from today."Verbatim said:
"Once you've figured out who or what's doing the killing, bag them and bring them into our Jacksonville office. We've got holding facilities that can easily stand up to anything you might bring in."
"You're driving. Not the most comfortable way to travel, I know, but we'll be sending you down there with some pretty serious kit. Not the kind of thing you'll be able to take on as hand luggage. Plus, the van you'll be using has got a nice, strong cage in the back. Just to be on the safe side." Davies smiles.Thomas Hobbes said:
"Right, if we're finished here, I suggest you head on to the Armory and gear yourselves up. The van will be waiting for you there."
(OoC: The date in game is 28th Feb, 2004.)
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Thomas Hobbes
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"Oh, huzzah. Road trip." John sighs. "Oh well. At least I can read." He heads towards the door. "I'll meet you in the armory; I need to pick up some stuff from my locker." The Institute provided small storage spaces for personal storage; and that was, for the obvious reasons, where John habitually kept his firearms.
Truth be told, despite the hours at the firing range over the preceding months, he really wasn't comforable with them. He was a decent shot, knew how to keep safe, and, in fact, took a certain boyish glee in discharging little bits of metal at high velocity downrange- a glee that harkened back to his younger years when he would play G.I Joe with friends and his less-younger days when he played first person shooters on his computer during highschool.
He's fully aware, however, that he lacks any sort of killer instinct. He had read once that in the second world war, a study had shown that 80% of fresh recruits would, given a chance to kill an enemy, hesistate. John is entirely certain he fit that paticular statistic, and wasn't terribly apologetic about it. But he also knows that, seeing what he's seen, it may be a liability, and perhaps a deadly one. It's a disturbing thought.
So it's with some hesitancy that he places a shotgun and ammunition into his black range pack and puts in his pistol and holster after it (no need to wear it during the trip, obviously). He puts the not insignificant weight on his shoulder and heads to the armory.
edit: John'll pick up taser, stun gun, pepper spray, and whatever silvered rounds they were going to give me.
Truth be told, despite the hours at the firing range over the preceding months, he really wasn't comforable with them. He was a decent shot, knew how to keep safe, and, in fact, took a certain boyish glee in discharging little bits of metal at high velocity downrange- a glee that harkened back to his younger years when he would play G.I Joe with friends and his less-younger days when he played first person shooters on his computer during highschool.
He's fully aware, however, that he lacks any sort of killer instinct. He had read once that in the second world war, a study had shown that 80% of fresh recruits would, given a chance to kill an enemy, hesistate. John is entirely certain he fit that paticular statistic, and wasn't terribly apologetic about it. But he also knows that, seeing what he's seen, it may be a liability, and perhaps a deadly one. It's a disturbing thought.
So it's with some hesitancy that he places a shotgun and ammunition into his black range pack and puts in his pistol and holster after it (no need to wear it during the trip, obviously). He puts the not insignificant weight on his shoulder and heads to the armory.
edit: John'll pick up taser, stun gun, pepper spray, and whatever silvered rounds they were going to give me.
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Paxus Asclepius
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Lisa collects her notes and heads straight to the van; she doesn't need or want anything held in the Armory.
Argent Silvermage
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With a sigh of relief Anne oes to the medical section and Grabs evrything she can think of to help her out. She then heads to the Van. "Shotgun!" she yells.
Paxus Asclepius
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Argent Silvermage said:
"What gauge?," calls Lisa, grinning, from the passenger seat.
Thomas Hobbes
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"Twelve," answers John absentmindedly, loading his bag into the back of the truck and sliding into a seat in the back with his backpack in his lap. He picks out Cavendish's The Black Arts again, takes a pair of anti-motion sickness pills with some water from a small plastic bottle, and settles in for the trip.
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