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Post by Krakenbox on May 31, 2022 22:31:50 GMT -8
Victor's contacts touch base on the address the Fairest provided, with the impression that they were canvassing for later projects and confirming the presence of a specific individual. Meanwhile, security confirmed erratic movement of a ginger with a distinct accent through the pocket of China Town next to the Strip, but the man clearly hadn't intended on sticking around. It seemed like a bit of a dud... before Victor's phone buzzed with a text that Gavin read off.
The tenant had arrived with a slight woman of Asian descent? The man looked like he had taken a hit to the face, or his mouth was bleeding.
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Post by Henley on Jun 4, 2022 14:49:25 GMT -8
As the group got closer to the area where they needed to go - but before the Forbidden Zone of Harvesting - Henley was keeping an eye out down alleyways and in darkened corners. As they passed one, he said, "Stop the van. I need a sec."
The Ogre disappeared into one of the alleyways, and he began to sing a lilting melody. A homeless person within the alleyway resisted his efforts mightily, but ultimately, the song that carried into his rugged ears lulled him to sleep.
And then Henley reached down to the unconscious mortal and touched him, closing his eyes and pulling with the Wyrd, ripping the poor soul's dreams away for Glamour. As the rushing wave of emotions hit him, Henley's sense of reality cracked a little, the Ogre staggering as he closed his eyes and fought to separate the cruelty of the action in reality from the cruelty of the Durance. Here, he was doing what he had to do in an emergency situation...
...wasn't he?
He opened his wallet and left five Benjamins in the guy's pocket. Wasn't that fair enough?
Staggering back into the vehicle, he slurred, "Go. Go. I'm good to go."
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Post by Gavin Graves on Jun 6, 2022 10:34:06 GMT -8
As the Beast read off the text, he felt as if an enormous maw of a sinkhole had yawned beneath him and he was now in freefall.
"The tenant!? It's at my flat!" The trajectory of what he feared for himself was entirely spot on.
Instincts were surging like a live wire sparking across the ground. At once commanding him to rush from the van to be running toward his place, which alternated frequently with white hot visions of extreme violence.
Henley's need to stop further fanned the flames of the Courser's impatience.
Deciding to stay busy doing due diligence legwork in place of immediately literally hoofing it, he texted the contact 'confirm address.' The rainbow lights of cracking glass and screen chemicals protested his reckless hurry before setting to the work of repairing itself for the second time in the evening. Filling the rest of the time he conveyed the anticipated destination to Victor indicating an approach to avoid sight lines from his unit's windows.
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Post by Victor on Jun 6, 2022 15:59:42 GMT -8
"Who's the lady? Ideas?!"
Victor put the pedal to the metal as soon as Gavin gave him a direction to go. Car chases through city streets wasn't a strange thing for him, though he still felt himself burning all his wit and reflexes trying to get the car on route as fast as humanly possible.
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Post by Krakenbox on Jun 12, 2022 16:06:08 GMT -8
Victor's vehicle eventually rolled up to Gavin's neighbourhood as the Beast started barking direction with the Fairest tamping down his own fraying instinct that he had somehow impeded his allies. Henley provided moral support and an even-keeled voice as the Spring among the Court of Fear. The timing wasn't as fast as Gavin had wanted between the Harvest and Victor having to take a longer route to shake mild police attention with his intense driving.
The apartment loomed, and as they exited the vehicle Victor's phone dinged another Gavin-sighting and questioning earlier observations, though the Fairest was able to logic out that this was his contact seeing double with their own arrival on the scene. How they wished to approach the complex was up to them, given the magic at their disposal. Now was also the time for Gavin to tip off any weird shit he had installed in his haven to ward against Faerie interference.
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Post by Gavin Graves on Jun 13, 2022 22:01:02 GMT -8
"Alright, we're coming up on my place here on the right. Don't turn in. The lights will splash off the fencing and announce someone's arrival." He knew this all too well from the times he'd been woken up late at night by neighbours returning when he'd forgotten to close the blinds.
"My place isn't much, but it's mine. It's a one bed and den. It's on the second floor on the far corner facing the back parking lot. I picked it so I had at least three ways to go, should I need to bolt: out through the various inside exits, out through the parking lot, out over the balcony into the neighbouring property and through its common spaces. It's got sight lines on the parking lot and the neighbouring side." He was quietly grateful at his own business over the recent timeframe. It had kept him too busy to build up active defenses into it: a small boon.
"Now, here's the rub. It has the means to create a couple of traps in there if it's had the time. It's got rope, tenting supplies, a hatchet, a large survival knife. With creative application of the springy tenting rods could make a good tension knife trap and a rope snare trap of some form. If he focused his time instead on the occult supplies, he has the means to whip up a charm that would work against any one of us." The Razorhand's keen instinct said if it had gone that route, he would be the target. "It would have to choose between making something to help ward off the first effect thrown at it, or to make up a runic hand wrap to become a decent and lethal weapon against the named target." He never thought his own preparations would be used against him. He had been tinkering with ideas to help Tony be able to punch above his weight. Now they could spell the Beast's undoing instead.
As much as he wanted to rush in and finish the chase. He lived here and needed to be cautious on the final approach. He also didn't relish the showdown happening with the lingering effects of Imbolc running through his system. Planning might give him the time to shake it off, but also time for it to prepare. It might be worth it.
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Post by Victor on Jun 23, 2022 3:04:01 GMT -8
Victor busied himself switching his phone to silent and turning off the car lights and engine as Gavin briefed them both.
"Have anything that you wouldn't mind lending me? I can make the wyrd treat us as the owners of your apartment. That should get us past any locked entrances or traps- the mundane ones, at least. Gives us less to worry 'bout in any case. Don't know about the rest of you, but I can vanish too. Can't pass that one on to the rest of you, but its something."
The chimera rubbed the nape of his neck, accidentally knocking his hat as he grimaced at the apartment. He wasn't usually on this side of a battleplan.
"I could scout ahead. Tell you where they are at if I can see them from a window. Seal off an entrance if that can be done discretely."
The bridge of his nose scrunched up as the grimace was bumped up a notch
"If we end up in an outright fight here, the police will likely be called- its too public to mask the sounds of violence, and too close for people to ignore it. If it comes to that I can do my best to deflect the officers off us, but that's not the side of the law that most of my friends are on so I can't make any guarantees. Plus any reports will make your apartment a hot spot for authorities, and we really don't need to be turning up the heat on your place anymore than your twin has already done."
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Post by Krakenbox on Aug 25, 2022 15:46:31 GMT -8
Enough time during their Harvest of the Strip and arrival allowed for the Lost to finally grasp sobriety. As Victor discussed their options, Henley stepped into the space-between, volunteering to get a proper gander at the complex. Gavin's flat had the usual clutter of a Beast whose mind was always racing, but what drew the Ogre's attention specifically was the woman that they had been informed of. She sat on the counter of the kitchen nook, eating a sandwich while looking a little sorry for herself and frowning at the various appliances that had been hauled away from the wall. What appeared to be what Henley could only describe was a sentient fireball clinging to her shoulder. The goblin watched the sandwich with intense interest, pawing at the bread that singed at the touch, though the mundie remained unharmed. All right, apparently Human Gavin had paid a visit to Aftermath. Speaking of which, the target didn't appear to be in the flat, so Henley moved through the walls to catch him crouching on the balcony of the apartment below and lying in wait. Frowning and not looking to take chances, the Spring emerged from the ephemeral with a shower of sand that shimmered with his Seasons' untapped wishes and dreams. He flinched in sympathy pains as the intimidating Hunter In The Making cracked his head against the pavement, before texting Gavin and Victor the details of the odd set-up with the mundie and hob. He could shoot the man here and now, or roll him over the edge and let gravity do further damage, but that was his motleymate's decision. |
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Post by Krakenbox on Aug 31, 2022 14:38:27 GMT -8
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Post by Gavin Graves on Aug 31, 2022 20:41:54 GMT -8
The Beast slipped out his set of keys and dropped it into Victor's lap.
"That should cover the doors and your ask, right?" He smiled grimly at the inbound texts, "The copy's down sleeping. You can pull into the lot now and hit the stairwell to get up." A quick reply reopened the cracks in his phone screen, 'I'm coming for him. Help Victor with the Hob? He's coming with wooj for the traps.'
"Can you to pop the back when you get settled? I need to make a gate and move the mess elsewhere."
Gavin continued, a growing malice colouring his rushed speech, "208, on the right from the door," as he closed the sedan's door behind him.
The Razorhand felt the tang of adrenaline and a primal call to action flowing through his veins as he moved to seize the threat to his nest. He needed to restrain the urge to break into a full run, with the subtle reminders of tangible things like his neighbours' cars, a crushed pop can, and the cool feeling of the metal railing tethering him somewhat back to reality. He needed to not draw attention to his home.
Still he rushed.
The threat needed to end.
Exerting himself, he launched up the side of the building and made few points of contact along the way before settling on the balcony where his purported copy was resting.
Gavin looked at the man, scanning his features for hints of this lie that wore his face. The welling urge to immediately become elbow deep in his chest and wildly grabbing for his heart crystalized into a moment of tranquil certainty. It would come soon enough. Victor was just pulling up.
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Post by Victor on Sept 7, 2022 16:17:49 GMT -8
Victor nodded, grunting an affirmative response as he picked the keys up and slipped their ring onto a finger of his off hand. Hopefully the contract would be an abundance of caution and nothing much more.
"Sure thing. And good luck."
The car door shut before he quite managed to get his good tidings out to Gavin. He started the car back up again for the short journey as instructed, hitting the button on the dash that opened the trunk on his own way out. The thing sprung all the way open on its own, so there was no need to waste any more time with it. He was already in the process of weaving the Wyrd as he clamored up the stairs to the apartment, expecting to see Henley when he got there.
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