Ravyn: Ahh, the South Sea Seaport. The northernmost point of the Waterfront docks, it's home to the century-old Fulton Fish Market. Today, we find ourselves walking along the market, which is also host to many other quaint little shops and cafes. It's a nice, bright, sunny Sunday.

: ((damm. whom to play))

Douglas Coburn: He strides along the waterfront, cane clicking in time with his heavy limp. The smell of the fish market is horrific, and, as such, he suspects these fishies are not as fresh as some sellers claim. He pauses, blinking owlishly at a particularly diseased-looking pile of Spat.

: ((bleh is it open?))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((Arlett doenst come this time of twon that much)) *the lady was making it out of a shop, little bag in hand*

Ravyn: ((Absolutely open))

Abbey Randelle: *she's certaintly not looking for fish.. that much is clear, sunlight muted by the violently red spectacles perched on a delicate nose, the vision in white strides purposefully away from the fish, nose crinkling slightly*

Tansy "Sunburst": She looks tired, what else is new, but she figured that a walk might be a good thing for the time being, Quaffle walks beside her ever alert.

Tansy "Sunburst": There aren't any words 80 characters long. I am a leadfingered bonehead!

: ((damn dont think i have a char to suit this scene))

Tansy "Sunburst": She seems to stand out, despite her 5'2" height, her slender, dancers body is nicely rounded in all of the right places. Her short curly black hair seems to frame her face, giving her a sultry look. Her violet eyes hold a twinkle of mystery to them, framed by long thick lashes and perfectly sculpted eyebrows. Her full pouty lips tend to always hold a smile. She has an Eastern Eurpoean lookto her features which seem to be empasized, by her beauty. She has seceral ear piercings that do not detract from her appearance, only adding a new twist to it. She is wearing a loosly fitting denium jumper with a bright saphire blue t-shirt under neath, a p[air of sandals on her feet.((App 4, Arcane 1))

Douglas Coburn: He starts off again. Fish. Ergh. Fish. Who eats fish?

Abbey Randelle: *dear god. the sooner she gets out of this area of town the better, but she required a new net, or at least so said the huge bruise down her spine from where the other had broken. and as such.. the smell and atmosphere must be tolerated. a bit of nothing is swept from her coat deftly*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *not the lady was just wlaking purposedly on, green eyes looking around intently*

Tansy "Sunburst": She puts a hand to her nose as the smell of fish hits her as she walks along, pausing for a second before continuing to walk.

Douglas Coburn: He nudges his glasses a little further up his nose, blinking and altering course, limping toward Dragana.

Abbey Randelle: *if she wasn't mistaken for an albino before, the sunglasses certaintly don't help dispell the image. tiny glaringly red rectangles made more noticable by the fact that.. aside from two tiny rubies in an engagement ring, they are the only actual color on the pale creature. she slips into a store*

Tansy "Sunburst": She looks to Quaffle. "Yopu are enjoying this way too much." breath in through mouth....seesh what in the world made her thi9ng to come here of all places.

Terry O'Brian: *wanders through the fish market, his random walk of the day having taken him out to this area.*

Ravyn: As everyone makes their way through the various parts of the market, a man walks down the street. He's of average height, Arabic in skin, dressed in a white T-Shirt, leather jacket, and jeans. Seems fairly casual-looking...if not for the fact that he appears to be walking with an unusual directness.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *she doens't seem to notice at first, until he is close, then her eyes move, fixing on Douglas, smirks* afternoon sir

Douglas Coburn: He nods slightly, falling into step beside her. "Good afternoon, ma'am."

Tansy "Sunburst": Tansy keeps a finger under her nose as not to breath in the fishy smell as she wanders someof the booths/shops walking and peering at things some randome some not. Quaffle eyes the fish greedily.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *and yes, there is that unnatural warmth around her when he gets close* I see you are well this day

Ravyn: ((Color change for sanity))

Abbey Randelle: *a moments soft discussion with the storekeep about her order. ..... irritation growing as she repeats her name and the nature of the order, only to find out they'd forgotten to fashion her net. a glacially polite smile as she reminds them of the specs again, and the price she's willing to pay to have it made precisely as requested*

Terry O'Brian: *looks at the fish being sold on the street, and starts looking to see what the best price he can find is, perhaps he'll be able to find something cheaper here than near home*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: There aren't any words 80 characters long. I am a leadfingered bonehead!

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((errr...))

Douglas Coburn: He nods slightly. "An' yoahself, ma'am. Ah'm pleased to see it."

Ravyn: The man continues his way down the street, brushing by Dragana and Douglas with little more then a fairly cultured British-accented "Pardon me." He continues on, on a course to intercept Tansy and the cat.

Abbey Randelle: *and she slips from the store in something of a ~mood~. made no better by the unsanitary FISH outside. ugh. a near inaudible sigh as the pristine girl glances for the safest non-fishy route back to her car*

Abbey Randelle: 7,9,6,9,

Douglas Coburn: He steps neatly aside, pausing to turn and regard the departing rude gentleman. Even so, he can't quite help himself, and murmurs in return "That's quite all right, sir."

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *and an eye brow lifts as the man brushes past* my.. New York can afect people

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *lookign agian to Doug* well thank you *a faint smile*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *A cute teen girl with a pale complexion, walks along the small shops just really exploring the city now that she final has some cash of her own. She stands just under average height with a trim petite frame with just enough curves in the right places. Wearing a purple plaid pleat mini skirt, fishnet stockings cover her legs, with a pair of black short tomb buckle boots. A purple cropped baby tee with "I’M A BAD GIRL" emblazoned on it just under this in smaller letters is “You should spank me”, exposing her midriff and bellybutton ring. Short raven black hair hangs just past her chin, dyed with red, blue, blond and purple streaks. Around her neck is a black velvet choker, with a silver pentacle hanging from it resting in the hollow of her throat. A cigarette can often be found dangling between her blood red adorned lips. Thick black eye liner and red eyeshadow, brings out her brilliantly bright green eyes. A litle black purse hangs from one shoulder.* (( App 4 for picture go to... well just go to the gallery page and look it up yourself since the chat won't let me post the link :op ))

Douglas Coburn: 6ft tall, with short, curly red hair and delicate pale skin, mid-blue eyes set in an angular but deeply average face, half-shrouded by unrimmed glasses that perpetually sit on his straight nose. He looks to be about twenty-six years of age. His accent is an odd mix of South Carolina drawl and New York quickspeak with a dash of Oxfordian thrown into the mix somewhere. He looks to be of average build, perhaps just a little on the slim side of normal, and favours neat, tidy suits that hang perfectly and complement his complexion. He walks with the aid of a plain cane.

Samantha Jacobs: 3,2,2,6,6,4,6,

: ((is the scene still open?))

Abbey Randelle: *grey eyes flick over Dragana and Douglas, then follow the hurrying man towards Tansy, her ire piquing once she sees the girl is out and about when she is being hunted by a marauder .*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: The woman looks to be in her late teens or early twenties, ad she could probably have passed by someone beautiful but wryness and God’ knows what has let a trail in her young features. Her green eyes are severe, though there is a trail of distraction in there, constantly changing from full awareness to what surrounds her to a vague dozing of into unknown thoughts. Her dark red hair could fall freely in long curls until reach her hips if not were for the pins and stuff on it that keeps it high over her head. Wearing cargo pants, a tight shirt that embraces her frame, dark colours, traveller’s boots and a long brownish/red trench coat. Her height hardly going to the 5’ but despite the shortness, she posses a tough built, of someone used to keep in form. A medallion hangs at her chest, representing a curling dragon and a plain, silver brand of ring adorns her left hand. She walks, carrying herself with the confidence of someone who knows the grown she steps on. http://www.geocities.com/furygodess/Elaine.html

Tansy "Sunburst": Some things catch her fancy but she really doesn't seem to actually want to buy anything. She glares at the cat as he eyes some of the fish. She rolls her eyes looking skyward for a moment.

Ravyn: ((Dragana and Douglas, roll Per+Alertness))

Terry O'Brian: DD>The first thing that can be noticed is the hair. Unevenly cut, and rather shaggy, it looks like it may be blonde, but it’s dirty enough that even that much is uncertain. He has a well-formed face, though. If he cleaned himself up, he could be fairly attractive. His clothing is rather ratty, there are enough holes in it that even on some spring and early summer nights, he must get no warmth from them. Rather short, and thin, he looks to be about 16 or 17, though shorter than most people that age. Though overall, he deflects the eye, there is one thing that draws it: his unfailingly friendly smile. (Arcane 2)

Samantha Jacobs: She moves down the street, eyes flicking over people. Maybe her gaze is drawn to the Arab out of habit, maybe its just because he walks with a stride most New Yorkers don't have. But her eyes narrow slightly.

Ravyn: ((Open still, yes. *S*))

Douglas Coburn: He quirks an eyebrow in curiosity. Glances to Dragana, then to the rude gentleman again. "He seemed in quite ah hurry," he murmurs.

Douglas Coburn: 7,2,4,2,7,7,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *the lady doens't know Tansy, nor was she informed of the she being the target of the crasy man, she keeps walking pleasanty with Doug*((ergs.. does she recognsise the mad man though?))

Ravyn: 7,4,4,10,5,6,

Douglas Coburn: ((Doug's stopped walking, Dragana))

Abbey Randelle: *the thin albino makes towards Tansy at a rapid pace, ice fairly chipping around her. was it polite to violently slap someone?*

Ravyn -> Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((No, she doesn't, 'cause it's not the Marauder. *S*))

Samantha Jacobs: She starts to move on an intercept course. Yes, the gun is on her. When isn't it?

Dragana Messánie Lindonar -> Ravyn: oki!

Abbey Randelle: ***Standing 5'6, Abby is beyond graceful, sliding like a ghost from place to place, each movement purposeful and smooth. At 18 years, She's thin and lithe, built like a gymnast, with long slender legs and a willowy frame, contrasted by a thick white woolen overcoat, that hangs just above the knees of white satin pants, tailored perfectly. Her hair is fashioned into a wispy pageboy, or bob, and from under the shockingly white mass of thin strands stare two unwavering grey eyes, icy, and set into a pale triangular face. The only real color of note is that of her lips, which curl up in the corners as though she's enjoying some private joke. She's a picture of purity and class, voice never above a murmer. (app4-pure)***

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *or halts, glancing once to Dougls, then at the man*dare you acuqanted?

Terry O'Brian: *bah. still too expensive. perhaps over there? he starts walking in the direction where Tansy is, glancing at the prices, waiting for them to go down a bit more*

Ravyn: ((Dragana. Roll Per+Alertness.))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: (not dare))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 5,10,4,8,9,

Ravyn: Dragana doesn't seem to notice, but Douglas just manages to catch the Arabic man slip something into the hot woman's (pun intended) pocket as he brushes by.

Warren Cole: The giant black man leaves the streets and enters the heady aroma of fishguts that the waterfront appears to thrive on, he looks over the crowds he sees, its always nice and busy, and the heat of the suns got those fishguts nice and odiferous.

Tansy "Sunburst": Tansy yawns and realizes that was a mistake, she is too tired to notice the stir she is causing.

Douglas Coburn: ((How does that work? I got three 7's, she got an 8, 9 and a 10.))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *is so totally obviously she doesn't even notice the low hanging sign from one of the shops and walks into it hitting her head. Followed by a string of some cuss words and rubbing of her head*

Ravyn: The man continues on his course toward Tansy, coming within about a quater block, his hand straying to his jacket pocket as he walks along.

Samantha Jacobs: "Tansy." Comes the rough voice from behind the younger woman as long legs take her quickly.

Abbey Randelle: MIss Tansy *she murmers as she approaches from in front of her, in a voice like cold steel slipped in satin..* A word... if you might?

Douglas Coburn: He blinks owlishly at Dragana. "Ah think he jus' slipped you a note."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((err obviously should be oblivious))

Ravyn: ((I thought I saw 4 successes, Douglas. My bad.)) ALTER: Neither of quite catch it.

Douglas Coburn: ((DLP then))

Abbey Randelle: *she looks up, hearing sam. a polite smile to the woman, white creature defrosting slightly as she inclines her head to the military woman*

Terry O'Brian: *he continues in that direction...hey, is that Sam? He gives a cheerful wave, and suppresses his arcane*

Douglas Coburn: And now everyone's converging on the young lady with the cat. He blinks at Dragana again, a kind of "shall we?" look in his gaze.

Tansy "Sunburst": She blinks at Abbey and Sam as they both approach her, damn was her 'do not see me' not up? "Ummmm hey." she says tiredly to them both.

Ravyn: As people approach Tansy, the man frowns deeply. He continues on his course, though, eyes scanning over those who've approached the pregant woman, as if appraising them tactically.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: * standing their rubbing her sore head and giving the sign a dirty look like it jumped out and hit her. Mummbles to herself* Should have just stayed in bed this afternoon.

Samantha Jacobs: She inclines her head to Abbey, understanding the french socialite would probably agree with her. She misses Terry's wave, looking down at Tansy. "You shouldn't be out alone." She mutters to Tansy, eyes flicking up to the man. Apprasing him much as he apprasises them.

Warren Cole: Hes heading straight through the crowd, he knows theres a guy up at the water who sometimes gets good mackerel now and then, mackerel and banana.. thats what he wants.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *she shrugs* are you bored? or jsut curious *grinning, she done'st know the girl, nothing happend, is the same for her*

Terry O'Brian: *must not have seen him, he heads on over towards Sam to say hi*

Douglas Coburn: "Curious," he replies, and starts limping slowly toward Tansy.

Warren Cole: ((anyone who needs dd pm me))

Abbey Randelle: Miss tansy. Might I as you as to what precisely you are doing, you are indisposed. *she murmers politely, head tilting slightly as though she's genuinely interested, eyes saying other wise as she drops colder than Alaska*

Ravyn: ((Warren and anyone else on the outskirts of the scene, give me a Per+Alertness))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: 2,1,7,4,3,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *chuckles, shruing for now allowing herself after Douglas, with just a glance to Abbey when she is close, then the girl they are all hobbering around*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((GAH...))

Tansy "Sunburst": Okay so that 'I am not walking alone' thing would not be a good thing to bring up cause well Quaffle wasn't really included in their thinking She nods her head. "I.." oh hell she sighs. "I know." dejectdly she says this.

Ravyn: ((Which would be those not near or specifically approaching Tansy.))

Warren Cole: 10,7,2,8,7,

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *still giving the sign a dirty look she starts walking along the shops and bumps into a guy, stumbling a step, gives a polite oppolgetice smile.* Excuss me. *then moves around him with a sigh rubbing her head... defently turning out to be a crappy day*

Warren Cole: Radar the giant is today, he straight away spots his fish man.. and ..

Samantha Jacobs: She nods as Tansy seems to realize her error. "Let's get out of here for now then." Another nod to Abbey. Of course Abbey's right.

Abbey Randelle: Ah. *a thin white eyebrow raising.* Yes. I beleive that would be wise. *she murmers softly, an inclination of her head to sam.*

Tansy "Sunburst": Oh hell Abbey knows as well. her shoulders slump. "I needed a walk." she says to Abbey.

Ravyn: Roxy noticing nothing...must have been the late night out last night and the rum and coke. Warren, on the other hand, notices two of those infamous, ominous black cars pull up, and four similarly-dressed men in suits get out.

Terry O'Brian: *and he arrives at the group* "Hey, how's it going?" *cheerful as always, mostly directed at Sam, but to the group she's with in general*

Ravyn -> Warren Cole: He even notices that they all seem to be packing guns under those suit jackets.

Douglas Coburn: Tum te tum. Slow wander. Not wanting to crowd the girl, since he doesn't know her, but still, frankly, nosey.

Tansy "Sunburst": She nods to Sam nibbling on her lip. She will walk with Sam. At least she wqas getting out of the fisahy smelling place.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((can't we roll to notice men inb black?))

Ravyn: The Arabic man stops, looking around as he notices a group converging. He frowns, eyes narrowing a little, as he realizes how outnumbered he is.

Warren Cole: The giants a head and shoulders above most of the people here, no point in trying to hide, he doesnt see anyone he recognises, maybe its not him, he stops by a cleaning table, he could be a fisherman.. sure.

Samantha Jacobs: She grits her teeth. They're attracting a crowd. "Everyone...just move. Disperese. Tansy, let's get out of here. I think it be a very. Good. Idea." Startig to lead the girl out.

Ravyn: ((No, Dragana, because they're quite a ways down the street and outside of your field of vision.))

Douglas Coburn: ((Ravyn did say, Dragana, if you're not near or approaching Tansy, roll per+alert. You're neither near nor approaching, so you had the opportunity to roll))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((alright =) making sure)) *she is just by Dougla's side, maybe she is bored, as she merely listens, eyes fixing on Sam for a minute, as she starts to lead the child off*

Abbey Randelle: You needed a walk , Miss Tansy? *the girl ...blinks, then murmers quietly, tone polite and proper, but for the words* I am approaching you and therefore risking myself. do stop toddling about in the streets with your feline, waiting to be scooped up by whomever so chooses to do so, risking yourself and others for a walk. *she's moving with sam and tansy, slender legs quickly eating up the distance*

Douglas Coburn: ((Ah but since you're approaching, no *G*))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((thought Doug we came near Tansy?))

Douglas Coburn: 8,2,10,1,9,5,

Douglas Coburn: His excellent hearing picks out the words of those around Tansy, and he slows to a halt, merely observing, leaning on his cane.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *another glance to Douglas a smirk* I would wagger you had made your mind

Warren Cole: He diverts a little moving to a table thats facing the men, keeping an eye on there movements.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *goes back to walking along the shops rubbing her head, fairly oblivious to... well apprently everything*

Tansy "Sunburst": She looks a bit dejected and thinks maybe Abbey didn't know about....ahh never mind. She is guided by Sam,one hand still to her nose cause damn that fish smell.

Douglas Coburn: He doesn't respond to Dragana, too busy eavesdropping.

Ravyn: The four men make their way down the street, turning onto the block, as they start to approach the group's general location. The Arabic man, on the other hand, steels himself, then makes up his mind, heading for the small group around Tansy. "Ms. Sansretti," he calls out. "May I speak with you a moment?"

Terry O'Brian: *and it seems like the moment he arrives, everyone's leaving...odd that. His curiosity gets the better of him, and he lets his arcane slip back on, and he starts to follow the group*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((damm.. Dragana is not that curious, should have brought ARlet *lol*))*she smirks amuzedlly and begins to make her way*

Samantha Jacobs: Narrowed eyes slide back to the Arabic man, untrusting. One hand rests on Tansy's shoulder, the other on her gun.

Warren Cole: The big tramp is nodding along with the fishmonger, thanking him for some useless fish knowledge and moving off, men in black suits at the fishmarket, not normal, he moves to follow from a distance, easily seeing over the crowd.

Ravyn: The Arab looks behind himself as Dragana starts to veer away, relaxing perhaps the tiniest of bits, and looks back to Tansy and company.

Abbey Randelle: *she lifts her chin imperiously, in fine form today, every inch a haughty fench noble. grey eyes scathe across the arabic man*

Terry O'Brian -> Ravyn: ((Shall I roll Dex+Stealth+Arcane for the whole invisible thing?))

Tansy "Sunburst": Her eyes widden and she holds her breath. Feeling Sam's hand tighten on her shoulder her violet eyes look to the man, one hand comming to clasp the other with the charm bractlet on it.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *yawns a bit, yeah defently should have slept in more, and looks for a shop selling coffee or anything with Caffine in it really*

Ravyn -> Dragana Messánie Lindonar: Which direction is Dragana heading? Off this particular street, back down the way she was heading, somewhere else entirely?

Ravyn -> Terry O'Brian: ((Sure.))

Terry O'Brian: 5,7,6,4,5,2,3,4,

Abbey Randelle: Good day sir. *she Murmers, watching him, her eyes slide to sam reaching for the gun, noting it before looking back to the man*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar -> Ravyn: ((Well the way she was heading... she though talking to Doug, but.. she is not as curious as he is))

Terry O'Brian: *blends in fairly well with the crowd, and isn't all that noticably following the Tansy-group. He's sticking close enough to watch what happens, though*

Ravyn: The Arab approaches a little closer, ignoring Abbey for the moment...Sam seems to be the bigger threat, and even she gets only a cursory glance. He walks straight up to Tansy, nodding curtly. "I need to speak with you about something. You should come with me now." He starts to pull something out of his jacket.

Ravyn: The suits watch Dragana heading off, now within potential observing distance, and seem to move to intercept. ((NOW everyone gets a Per+Alert.))

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey simply steps to the side. if he was to shoot tansy she'd rather not be hit by a bullet, she glances around*

Abbey Randelle: 3,6,8,5,

Samantha Jacobs: There is a clear tensing of her shoulder's as he begins to pull whatever out of his jacket, a small 'snap' as the gun is loosened in the holster.

Terry O'Brian: 4,3,4,3,8,1,

Samantha Jacobs: 8,1,9,4,6,5,6,

Douglas Coburn: 10,6,3,5,5,8,

Tansy "Sunburst": 5,9,4,4,5,

Warren Cole: ((will i keep mines?))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: 2,2,6,2,4,

Ravyn: ((Yeah, Warren. *S*))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 9,8,8,4,7,

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((ARG.... least it's not a botch or failure but come on))

Ravyn: ((1 success: A group is heading this way. 2 successes: 4 men in suits. 3 succ: they're heading toward Dragana. Dragana: PM'ing result))

Tansy "Sunburst": She get's ready to dodge and one hand is around a charm on her bractlet. "I do not think that would be a good idea." she says.

Samantha Jacobs: "Hell in a fucking handbasket." Comes the mutter as eyes sweep around. She looks to Abbey to see if the french woman saw.

Ravyn -> Dragana Messánie Lindonar: They're armed under those suitcoats. Their faces are blank of emotion. And they're looking STRAIGHT at you, as they approach.

Terry O'Brian: *oblivious to the MiBs, he starts to drift behind the arab guy...they all look paranoid, maybe it'd be a good idea to be behind this guy rather than in front of him*

Abbey Randelle: *eyebrow UP. cold mask ON. she looks to sam* I suggest we leave. poste haste.

Warren Cole -> Ravyn: ((am i getting pmed ravster?))

Douglas Coburn: Well he doesn't have to be looking at Tansy to eavesdrop. In fact, it's best he doesn't. And in his eyes wandering, he sees yet more people not Ventrue, not Ventrue! approaching Dragana. Fish markets are fascinating!

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *takes no note of a group heading over, I mean this is NYC. There is groups of tourist all over the place and keeps doing her window shoping*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((great)) *she blinks and frowns* bloody hell* eyes fixing on the four men as she simply starts chanting under her breath* ((spending one quint and one will.. friction curse on them)) *as the air around her weaves and heats*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 7,2,7,

Samantha Jacobs: She looks to the Arab man. "You can speak to her another time. Now's bad." She nods shortly, starting to lead Tansy off again.

Douglas Coburn: 3,5,4,3,

Tansy "Sunburst": She darts looks to Abbey and Sam before looking back to the Aribic man, wasn't that what they were trying to do before? She nods her head slightly.

Ravyn: The Arab pauses as Samantha usnaps the holster and swears, and turns around to follow her gaze to the suits. His eyes snap back to Tansy, and he pulls a SigSauer (Light Pistol) from his pocket.

Ravyn -> Warren Cole: They're armed under those suitcoats. Their faces are blank of emotion. And they're looking STRAIGHT at Dragana, as they approach.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *onces the spell is casted she does ushers* I sugest Genetlemen that you do not move *a little grin, and she gets ready to move out an attack*

Douglas Coburn: Alas only his ears are on Tansy's group right now. His eyes are on Dragana's Ventrue gentlemen.

Ravyn: ((Okay, since Dragana has started to take combative action, that starts initiative. Dragana, your action takes place within the initiative round. Roll, please.))

Douglas Coburn: 7,

Samantha Jacobs: 5,

Abbey Randelle: 8,

Douglas Coburn: ((14))

Warren Cole: 8,

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((guess all of us with Awarness can roll it?))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: 5,

Samantha Jacobs: ((init 11))

Abbey Randelle: (14)

Douglas Coburn: ((Yeah Ana :) ))

Warren Cole: ((14))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 9,

Tansy "Sunburst": 9,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((bho... 16))

Terry O'Brian: 6,

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((init 10 not that it currently matters yet*s*))

Terry O'Brian: ((12))

Douglas Coburn: ((What do you mean bho? That wass fucking great! *G*))

Ravyn: 10,

Tansy "Sunburst": ((15))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: 3,2,6,6,2,8,

Terry O'Brian: 7,3,5,9,

Ravyn: 2,

Warren Cole: ((lol nice 10 rav *points tongue at Dragana -p ))

Abbey Randelle: 5,9,6,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((*giggle*S I said bho cause my action is taking place in init order, I started it! no one spected it! *giggles and shtus up*G*))

Douglas Coburn: ((They get to respond if they succeed on awareness rolls and take you doing magic as an offensive action *G*))

Ravyn: ((The suits did, Dragana. Yes, Awareness rolls are good. NOW: StreamLined combat. It's in the FAQ. Summary: Declaration goes in slowest to fastest order, declare and roll same time. If you are disabled before your turn in init would happen, you lose that action. Initiative order to follow.))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((bho *G* is ok))

Ravyn: 8,6,8,6,5,9,6,

Douglas Coburn: ((lol))

Douglas Coburn: ((Holy crap))

Tansy "Sunburst": 6,2,9,7,

Ravyn: ((Yes, they noticed. THAT was their Awareness. Sorry, forgot to roll. :P))

Samantha Jacobs: ((... Dayum))

Terry O'Brian: ((...can I rup my electronic dice on your for luck?))

Terry O'Brian: ((dammit, rub I mean!))

Douglas Coburn: ((You dirty pervert, Jano :) ))

Ravyn: ((Initiative Order is as follows: Suits, Roxy, Samantha, Terry, Abbey AND Warren, Doug, Tansy, Dragana, Arab.))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((eh...*pokes DRagan to run, even if she knows she wont))

Terry O'Brian: ((ya've known me for two years now, Troo, you be the judge ;-P))

Douglas Coburn: ((*G*))

Ravyn: The suits note Dragana starting to perform a magical effect, and they all pull firearms. Lucky for Dragana, pulling a weapon from a concealed location is an action.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((Since she is oblivious other than feeling mojo go off her only action this round will be glancing in the direction of the Mojo))

Samantha Jacobs: She slides the safety off her gun, and starts to herd Tansy out of the market.

Terry O'Brian: *and his magic-sense is tingling, so he's looking in that direction, curiosity about the magic overwhelming curiosity about what Sam and Co are doing*

Abbey Randelle: *grey eyes take in the gun, anger flaring as she murmers and moves to draw tansy away, eyes flashing cold as she murmers an icy command to fate* ~FR~ break. (rolling arete to break/jam/generally fuckup the baddies guns. all guns minus sams.. are belong to bitch. 1 wp)

Abbey Randelle: 6,3,2,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((ghe))

Warren Cole: hes seen the guns, and this place is damned crowded, so he stays back, freezing like the innocent bystander he is,

Douglas Coburn: He utters a rude word, albeit in Latin, and sprints toward Dragana, knee be damned.

Douglas Coburn: 6,3,6,9,2,7,

Douglas Coburn: Apparently he can run helluva fast when he puts his mind to it.

Abbey Randelle: (fastest crip i eva saw!)

Douglas Coburn: ((*bows* I'm here all week, ladies and gentlemen!))

Tansy "Sunburst": And you thought the girl was pale before she looks about ready to faint now. Not knowing that the men in suits, are approaching them she is too tired to notice anything really. But the Arab's gun oh hell yes. She is running away as quick as her feet can take her.

Tansy "Sunburst": 4,3,2,8,9,6,5,

Ravyn: ((Dragana performs her effect, I assume?))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((ok))*casting and releiasing right now as I declared, the heat around her weaving and increasing as she does so*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((yuz))

Ravyn: The Arab looks ready to grab Tansy...however, when she starts to run, he spins around, pointing his SigSauer in the direction of the suits and Dragana.

Ravyn: 3,8,3,

Ravyn: ((RECAP coming now))

Ravyn: RECAP: The ARAB turns and points his gun at the group of DRAGANA and SUITS, and those aware (who got succ on Per+Aware) feel a subtle wave of magic roll off of him. DRAGANA shouts in the street, and the area around the SUITS starts to warm. TANSY starts to book it along with SAM, while DOUGLAS runs in DRAGANA'S direction. ABBEY speaks the language of love and a wave of magic goes from her to one of the guns, as WARREN, TERRY, and ROXY all pay attention, and the SUITS draw their guns and point them at Dragana, ignoring the building heat.

Ravyn: ((Sam, give me a Dex+Athletics, 'cause I didn't see one from you.))

Ravyn: ((Per Domino Effect, all coincidential Effects are at +1 difficulty at this point. The Sleepers are starting to pay MIGHTY close attention to this whole thing, even as they back away.))

Samantha Jacobs: 3,2,4,9,10,4,

Ravyn: ((New Initiative, same order: Suits, Roxy, Samantha, Terry, Abbey AND Warren, Doug, Tansy, Dragana, Arab.))

Ravyn: The suits have their guns pointed, though one of them turns to point at Douglas as the heat on him starts to become painful, and they fire.

Ravyn: 8,8,1,10,6,6,

Ravyn: 3,8,6,4,9,2,

Ravyn: 6,2,6,2,2,9,

Ravyn: 7,9,2,3,7,5,

Ravyn: ((Ack, delete one of those.))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((the one with more suxx? *G*)

Douglas Coburn: ((LOL))

Ravyn: ((The last one. *G* Roxy, you're up.))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *blood runs ice cold feeling all the mojo flying around and seeing the MiB's, quickly turns and starts discreetly trying to walk away acting like any other innocent bystander with out drawing undue attetion to herself.*

Douglas Coburn: ((No, the one firing at me! Damn you mages! *Shakes fist*))

Abbey Randelle -> Ravyn: hey you. mind if i ping a question? why'd only 1 gun break? she god 2 sux yes?.. a 6, and 1 wp... is she unable to effect more than one thing at a time? she's broken multiple guns before... *blinkums*

Samantha Jacobs: Running with Tansy, getting her out of the firefight and all. ((spendning two WP, one to run, one for Sta roll needed))

Samantha Jacobs: 3,2,2,7,5,6,

Samantha Jacobs: 5,

Ravyn -> Abbey Randelle: ((Correct. 1 succ for effect, one to effect another target. Scoring Duration on the magic reference charts, p. 209))

Terry O'Brian: *MiBs...Terry's changing his mind, all this magic and now men in suits...he's gonna be heading the opposite direction, and he'll run to try to catch up with Sam and Co*

Terry O'Brian: 6,8,7,

Warren Cole: The big man watches the guns go off, and feels the heat from so close, ooh this is bad, and in his head theres that growling of the anger, he watches a guy running in the way, ok time for warren to approach from the rear, taking it slowly, whilst they are distracted.

Abbey Randelle -> Ravyn: poifect!

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((*giggleS* come one.... Doug is immortal! *gigles* wait.. hemight not be))

Douglas Coburn: He does his damndest to get between those guns and Dragana. Either he's crazy, or he's got some whacked-out idea that he can survive multiple gunshot wounds.

Ravyn: ((Gimme Dex+Stealth, Warren))

Douglas Coburn: 4,2,1,7,9,3,

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey's going to have a word with fate, whispering "break" again in french and busting into a run out of the way, not wanting caught by an errant bullet*

Douglas Coburn: He not so nimble, but still, accurate.

Abbey Randelle: 6,6,2,

Warren Cole -> Ravyn: ((wp))

Warren Cole: 3,6,2,9,4,

Abbey Randelle: (dex + ath as she runs out the way)

Abbey Randelle: 8,7,2,2,6,1,9,3,

Ravyn: 7,6,7,7,2,9,

Douglas Coburn: "RUN!" he barks at Dragana.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((waiting turn *pouts*G*))

Ravyn: ((Abbey, casting takes to much focus of will to do that AND run with any skill. You can split your die pool to do so, or just do Magic and move a little (but not running full-on), or just run.))

Abbey Randelle: (enh. just movin a bit out the way then)

Tansy "Sunburst": Not the blind fear that prolly would get her running from Robert but fear non-the-less keeps her feet moving despite the smell of fish that is making her queesy.

Tansy "Sunburst": 4,3,9,5,3,4,4,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: (alrgiht)) *a light look to Dougla,s run?!, she scowls as he gets in between, ducking down as she mutters in enochian, that old dark tongue, releasing with a weave of heat* ((ok... in alas to protect too an ally, not knowing he cna't die =P Froces Shield, to halt the buttles coming their way, spenidng a willpower again, and one quiet to lower diff))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 10,6,1,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((wel.. two suxx!!! to block bullets.. hmm))

Ravyn: The man fires his gun at the group. Specifically, one of the suits.

Ravyn: 8,9,9,1,8,2,7,

Ravyn: 2,4,6,10,4,1,3,1,7,

Ravyn: ((Recap coming))

Ravyn: RECAP: The ARAB shoots at the suit, but merely clips his head, drawing a hint of blood. DRAGANA'S bullet shiled comes up, but weakly, with the Domino Effect of disbelief weakening her Art. TANSY runs, with SAM catching up with her, and TERRY right on her heels. ABBEY tries to break another gun, and while again, the Domino Effect of disbelief makes the magic harder to cast, she manages to disable another gun. ROXY sneaks away, as DOUGLAS manages to get in the way of yet another bullet, taking both of the now-working ones, while DRAGANA takes none. As the bullets hit, the deliver electric shocks. WARREN tries to sneak, but these suits are attentive, and one of them looks his way. ((Rolling damages; both for douglas. This is at -1 die for successes due to Dragana's shield))

Ravyn: ((Douglas, this is Bashing, you can soak))

Ravyn: 9,5,10,6,4,8,1,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((won't be two?))

Ravyn: 9,4,6,9,6,

Douglas Coburn: 6,1,

Douglas Coburn: 3,9,

Douglas Coburn: (('Ard as nails!))

Ravyn: ((No, Dragana. I stated at the end of the Turn, Domino Effect added +1 to the difficulty of any magic roll. You were rolling Forces 2, Vulgar with Witnesses, makes it 7, -1 with your Quinessence makes it 6, +1 for Domino makes it 7))

Ravyn: ((But you spent a WP. Dammit. I'm a 'tard.))

Ravyn: ((So -1 succ from each damage roll. Douglas, take a total of 5 bashing.))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((ah sorry!))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((giggles see =) ))

Douglas Coburn: He actually looks surprised at how much this hurts. That is before he collapses in a twitching heap and passes out.

Ravyn: Ravyn: ((New Initiative, order is: Suits, Roxy, Samantha, Terry, Abbey AND Warren, Tansy, Dragana, Arab. Douglas is now sleeping with the fishes.))

Douglas Coburn: 6,

Douglas Coburn: His lenses, at least, don't get scuffed or cracked in the fall, but he does let go of his cane, since there's no consciousness or muscular control there any more.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *once she is past the initial level of gawkers, she picks up her pace heading away still trying to not draw attetion to herself, trying to look like any other freaked out person in the area*

Ravyn: The two suits without guns are advancing on Dragana, their hair starting to smoke and singe. The other two are now shooting, one at Dragana, the other at Warren.

Samantha Jacobs: Still running with Tansy, hand on her gun, and getting her safely out and away of the area. ((spending two wp, one for running, one for sta))

Ravyn: 2,8,10,8,7,5,

Ravyn: 10,8,4,4,7,6,

Douglas Coburn: ((You can't spend more than 1WP in a turn, Sam))

Ravyn: ((Sam, can only spend 1 WP a turn))

Douglas Coburn: ((lol, I'm gonna stop talking now *G*))

Ravyn: ((S'okay, Troo. Thanks for the assist. *G*))

Warren Cole: The big tramp sees the gun coming up and attempts to dodge the shot, ((spending a rage for another action))

Abbey Randelle: *who knew the pristine creature liked breaking things so much? delicate brow furrowing slightly as she folds small white hands in front of her and murmers* ~fr~ Do Break. s.v.p. *please? oh yes.. she's getting polite about it now. she's in the middle of a gun fight, surrounded by spectators, dead fish, idiotic compatriots, and she still doesn't have her damned net... she's done mussing about. (wp)(quint)*

Samantha Jacobs: 7,9,7,1,3,7,

Terry O'Brian: *he'll just continue fleeing the scene...guns=bad, after all...he'll even spend a WP on the running*

Terry O'Brian: 8,1,3,

Samantha Jacobs: ((Ookay then *L* WP goes to Sta))

Samantha Jacobs: 5,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((LOL ok.. today.. I like Abbey *giggles*))

Abbey Randelle: 3

Samantha Jacobs: ((And Sam's gone with Tansy *hugs to all, and has to flee*))

Abbey Randelle: (*blinks*...ahem)

Warren Cole: ((WP))

Abbey Randelle: 8,1,5,

Warren Cole: 2,9,7,3,

-> Ravyn: Can Slinky join the scene next round?

Ravyn: ((Not mid-combat, lurker, sorry. Can join the aftermath, though.))

-> Ravyn: kk, thanks

Tansy "Sunburst": And she continues to run.

Tansy "Sunburst": 9,10,5,6,6,8,5,

Ravyn -> Abbey Randelle: Breaking Gun on Dragana or on Warren?

Tansy "Sunburst": ((Umm I think Tansy just out pased everyone*Blinks*))

Abbey Randelle -> Ravyn: dragana.. hermetics looked out for 1st.

Abbey Randelle: (pregnant women are natural sprinters)

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *Fatures harde as Douglas falls, she focues on the gun aimed at her, wishpering one single word in enochian* ((gun=caboom please, Froces 3)) ((before it shoots her =P))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 7,4,5,

Douglas Coburn: ((Threaten the child, and the mother can attain superhuman abilities in defence *nodnod*))

Ravyn: The Arab fires once more, switching to aim at Warren's attacker for some reason, not Dragana's.

Ravyn: 2,2,8,5,6,3,7,

Tansy "Sunburst": (*Nodnodnod* obviously *L*))

Ravyn: 2,5,7,3,7,1,

Ravyn: ((RECAP coming now))

Ravyn: RECAP: The ARAB fires again, and while he hits the target, again, it's a mere clip. DRAGANA tries to cast and make the SUIT'S gun go boom and the effect causes the gun to to blow, burning the SUIT'S hand. Unfortunately, it's the same gun ABBEY asked to not work. TANSY hauls ASS like only a pregant woman can, and SAM is running behind her, away from the combat scene. TERRY isn't so fast, and is still visible to combat. ROXY continues her walk away, DOUGLAS lies on the ground, and WARREN doesn't quite successfully dodge the taser bullet coming his way. ((Rolling damage for the taser bullet; Warren, roll soak))

Ravyn: 3,10,1,8,4,

Warren Cole: 5,2,9,1,

Ravyn: ZZOT. ((Warren takes 1 Bashing. Rage action now, Warren))

Warren Cole: The big man groans a long growl as hes hit, swinging to disarm the guy ahead of him.

Warren Cole: 10,4,8,4,4,

Warren Cole: 2,4,6,2,

Warren Cole: ((yay! 1 sux))

Ravyn: 8,2,8,

Ravyn: Warren tries to disarm, but unfortunately strong as he is, the suit is stronger, and he maintains his hold.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((Damm it I am goin gto be called for souper soon!))

Douglas Coburn: ((We can assume you get captured, if you like? *lol*))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((hei! *pokes Dougs* mean you come along! =P))

Douglas Coburn: ((*lays around looking insignificant...*))

Ravyn: (New Initiative, order is: Suits, Terry, Abbey AND Warren, Dragana, Arab. Roxy, Tansy & Sam are out of combat range; Douglas is still passed out for this round; can try to wake next round.))

Douglas Coburn: He lays spreadeagled on the sidewalk, drool slowly falling from his lips.

Terry O'Brian: *terry's just gonna keep going, and he'll attempt to catch up with Sam and Tansy, spending another WP on the running*

Terry O'Brian: 7,3,3,

Ravyn: The one suit who was approaching Dragana goes for a hold; the one with the gun tries to shoot Warren again. The other two are starting to move for the Arab. ((Dex+Brawl for Dragana, and yes I know he's taking some damage. Dex+FA for Warren))

Ravyn: ((Sorry, Str+Brawl))

Ravyn: 2,10,4,4,8,

Ravyn: 8,1,5,6,1,2,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((damm it!! I am called!! noooo!!!!)) ((posting action now... place it where it fits, I'll try to sneak and check.. but most likely won't)) *the lady frowns, immidialy going for hits his chest, while ushering a word* ((hitting and word is the focus, forces ... banging him off her, roling both.. so I can slip for now))

Warren Cole: 8,2,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 2,1,9,6,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 4,8,10,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: (8oj... try to pick!!))

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey sighs nearly inaudibly as Dragana explodes the very gun she just disabled, in a vulgar display of power. she's not seeing this going well* Might I suggest those able to run, do so? *and she takes her own advice, running like a bat out of hell (wp)*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: BB!

Abbey Randelle: 9,5,2,7,2,2,4,5,

Abbey Randelle: (-2 dif due to ath apt)

Warren Cole: 1,2,

Ravyn: The Arab grits his teeth, focuses, and aims at the suit on Warren. ((WP))

Ravyn: 4,2,10,2,8,1,6,

Ravyn: 5,3,6,3,9,7,7,

Ravyn: RECAP: Finally, the ARAB gets a damn good shot, blasting the SUIT in the back. DRAGANA hits the other SUIT with an extra pow. ABBEY hauls her ass OUTA there. TERRY gets out of the scene as well. The SUIT that was shooting luckily goes down, 'cause WARREN just didn't dodge. The other two SUITS run after the ARAB. ((Rolling damage for Dragana))

Ravyn: 6,6,

Ravyn: 4,5,4,

Ravyn: And with the Forces-added damage, the suit goes down.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((Damag from what sorry, missed it.. need to rush back =)))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((*Snugs* runing fast Rav.. she'll try to hail Douglas out of here.. now I fad again*snugz*))

Ravyn: ((Douglas, roll STA to wake up))

Douglas Coburn: 9,1,

Douglas Coburn: ((Zzzzzzzzzz))

Tansy "Sunburst": ((*winces* it just isn't doug's day))

Ravyn: ((NEW ROUND: Init is as follows for those remaining: Suits, Warren, Dragana, Arab))

Ravyn: As Dragana's effect finally fades away, the Suits pick up speed, booking after the Arab. ((Dex+Athl for Suits))

Ravyn: 9,9,7,9,2,8,

Ravyn: 1,7,10,4,1,4,

Warren Cole: The big man kicks the downed suits gun off and moves to the man with the sticks side, looking to him and shaking him gently. ((aware to any around))

Warren Cole: 4,6,6,8,5,1,

Ravyn: 7,2,9,6,3,9,

Ravyn: 6,7,2,5,6,3,

Warren Cole: "you ok?" he tries shaking the guy,

Ravyn: Dragana tries to help Douglas get up.

Ravyn: The Arab is running away, down a side street.

Douglas Coburn -> Ravyn: Is that an auto-wakeup, since it healed 2 HL's?

Ravyn: 7,7,9,5,5,2,

Ravyn -> Douglas Coburn: ((Yep))

Douglas Coburn: His eyes flutter open as Warren gives him a little shake while Dragana hauls on his arm. "Wha-" He breaks off, hand going to his mouth, wiping at the wetness there. He looks awful confused.

Ravyn: RECAP: The ARAB books it down a side street. One of the two SUITS is right on his ass...the other is much slower. DRAGANA moves to help DOUGLAS, but WARREN does a better job of rousing the man. ((Anyone else want to continue acting in init?))

Tansy "Sunburst": ((Nope))

Douglas Coburn: 5,5,3,

Abbey Randelle: (naw. abbey's continuing to olympian sprint out of there, hopefully in the direction of sam and Tansy. want me to roll to cathc up?)

Ravyn: ((Assuming not; combat over))

Warren Cole: "Coom on," he starts offer doug support, seeing the stick, he gets ready to head to the closest safe allet.

Ravyn: ((Sure, gimme one more, Abbey))

Douglas Coburn: He doesn't seem to gather his wits particularly speedily, remaining confused and stunned for several moments.

Abbey Randelle: 7,1,1,2,1,4,2,8,

Warren Cole: ((AHHAHA))

Ravyn: Down the side street, the sound of several gunshots sound, along with the screams of bystanders that so recently seranaded this street.

Abbey Randelle: (beleive it or not.. not a botch! *laughs* thanks the heavens for ability apt. so abbey has to avoid a homeless person)

Warren Cole: He starts to haul the guy up "Yo was shot wit somet'ing, come on"

Slinky -> Ravyn: ((May I? *s*))

Ravyn -> Slinky: ((You may. *G*))

Slinky: Apparently the closest safe alley is occupied.

Terry O'Brian: *Terry's continuing after Tansy and Sam, Sam having been the only person he knew in that whole chaotic mess that just happened, though now that the combat is behind him, he lets his Arcane fall off so that he might be recognized*

Douglas Coburn: "Shot?" he echoes numbly. "No, that cain't be right..."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *heading for the nearst subway station and away from all the violence. Looking foward to getting back uptown to the slums where it is safe.*

Warren Cole: 5,9,9,

Douglas Coburn: 10,6,1,

Warren Cole: Warren tugs doug up supporting him, starting to walk him towards the alley, "No time"

Tansy "Sunburst": Tansy continued to run as quick as she would until she ran out of steam or got sick to her stomach which ever came first.

Douglas Coburn: He gets hauled to his feet, and slowly starts coming around to what's going on, his muscles still twitching a little in protest. "Mah cane..." He looks around for it.

Slinky: The massive wolf is wearing a collar and tags now, but it looks no less vicious for this added domestic afterthought, hackles rising as Warren and Douglas step into the alley she was observing the ruckus from.

Abbey Randelle: *ack. ugh! the homeless! it nearly touched her.. she slinks past it as quickly as possible, moving to run again, oh.. they'd be miles away by now...*

Warren Cole: Warren ducks for the guys cane, offering it to him. "not much time," as he steps over the downed suit.

Abbey Randelle -> Ravyn: want another dex + ath? or are they faaaar awaaaay ? *laughs*

Douglas Coburn: "Time," he echoes, clutching the cane as it's pressed into his hand. He lets Warren drag him.

Ravyn: The Arab man emerges from the side street, reloading his gun as he approaches the last suit, still unconscious from Dragana's NASTY punch.

Ravyn -> Abbey Randelle: ((One more to catch up with Tansy, yeah))

Abbey Randelle: 2,4,4,2,6,6,7,6,

Douglas Coburn: 2,8,7,6,4,3,10,

Tansy "Sunburst": Actually she would stop when Sam protests to much and has a hard time breathing giving Terry and Abbey a chance to catch up.

Warren Cole: He moves past Silky, ignoring the wolf, its not shown him anything like trust so hell with the animal, "we is heading anywhere but here"

Ravyn: Abbey, after her mishap with the hobo who *GASP* TOUCHED her, hauls ass, probably to get away from grubbiness then make up speed, and catches up with Tansy.

Douglas Coburn: He blinks several times. "Oh... Oh mah god... He's goin' to kill him in cole blood!" He starts trying to get free of Warren's grasp.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((back where we?))

Slinky: Growls as the two men move past her, and moves to peer out of the alley and see if any of the gunmen are following.

Warren Cole: 5,4,5,10,9,

Abbey Randelle: *ew.. hobo.. flee, befor ethose hands get on you.. . damn she's good, going from 0 - "catch up" in 3-2-1, little sneakered feet patting on the pavement as she streaks into veiw behind tansy*

Douglas Coburn: ((Warren's haulin' Doug to an alley, so I assume Dragana is too?))

Slinky: 2,5,4,9,3,

Ravyn: The Arab looks up at Douglas, eyes cold, as he moves toward the unconscious Suit. "You had best leave, friend. They will be sending more soon, to clean up." He cocks the gun.

Ravyn: ((Yes, Dragana is, too.))

Warren Cole: he sees the arab going for the guy and lets doug go, hes seen people killed in cold blood before. he moves slowly Doug.

Douglas Coburn: He shakes his head at the Arab. "Please, don't..."

Slinky: (was per)

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *she takes Douglas hand, making him look at her* those are not people.. move

Slinky: Slinks after the 2 C-men, and Draganna.

Terry O'Brian: *as Tansy and Sam seem to have stopped, he should be able to catch up with them now*

Douglas Coburn: Just taking his hand isn't enough. He seems to have the ability to remain utterly focussed on whatever has his attention, and right now it's the man who seems about to murder a defenceless person.

Arabian Man: He looks at Douglas, smiling very faintly. "It's all right. They will make more." He points the gun at the Suit's head and fires three times.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: **rolls her eyes, and pulls of DouglaS* they are blody automatons, Move! *making him walk*

Slinky: Yellow eyes tilt up towards Dragana, then down to the unconscious man, she just said wasn't human. A look to the Arab, as she calculates if there's time to sniff the body before he dispatches it.

Slinky: Nope. No time. She'll have to sniff it post mortem.

Douglas Coburn -> Arabian Man: 3,3,10,7,5,3,9,

Abbey Randelle: *she moves towards Tansy, moving to help support the military woman likely Rasping. eyes cold on "sunburst"* Miss Tansy. Have you somewhere safe you might move to?

Tansy "Sunburst": And yes to Abbey's probably abject horror once Tansy and Sam have stopped for a second or two Tansy get's sick and throws up off to the side in an alley. Shaking like a leaf to boot.

Douglas Coburn -> Arabian Man: Blood and brains, or metal and gears? (Hey, automaton suggests clockwork to Doug *G*)

Abbey Randelle: *makes certain her shoes are out of the way as she supports Sam. quite tired of vomit*

Arabian Man -> Douglas Coburn: ((Blood and brains. *G*))

Douglas Coburn: He screams as the stranger pumps bullets into the downed man's brain, struggling to get free of Dragana and move that way. "NO!"

Slinky: Steps up to sniff the corpse.

Terry O'Brian: *stops, trying to catch his breath once he gets to where Tansy and Sam (and now Abbey) are* "Umm...hello?"

Abbey Randelle: *she even averts her eyes respectfully.*

Douglas Coburn: 6,5,

Slinky -> Arabian Man: ((rolling per, does it smell human?))

Slinky -> Arabian Man: 6,4,3,8,9,

Tansy "Sunburst": She yes very unlady like she spits a few times afterwards. "I dunno....my Hotel....Lings?" she trties to keep the worried shake out of her voice but hey she was tired and sick, not a good combo.

Warren Cole: Cole looks to the woman.. automa...shakes his head, "tis way, shortcut," ignoring the shooting, worse has happened, he rubs at the bump forming where hes been shot.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *growls and moves, the TINY lady, holding Douglas, whiling and trying to pin him momentarily agaist a wall to make his listen* the are not real! they are made of!! emotionless bastards.. now move! or stay to be taken by the back up *well he put in front of her... so... she will try*

Arabian Man -> Slinky: ((Smells human enough.))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 5,3,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((gha.. but he gets lose *sighs*))

Douglas Coburn: One wimp against another! He breaks free of Dragana's grip and goes running toward the corpse, even though it's clearly too late.

Abbey Randelle: Lings is suitable. you will stay there. *funny how that doesn't sound really. like a request. maybe she's been hanging around with Ingvar too much. a polite smile as she moves on with sam*

Tansy "Sunburst": She stands upright now with a hand to her upper stomach and taking shallow breaths. She looks to Terry and nods. "hey" she moves away from the smell cause otherwise she was going to be sick again.

Terry O'Brian: 2,1,

Arabian Man: He looks at Douglas and the gun goes up toward him as he advances, in case violence is going to be directed his way. In the distance, sirens can be heard. "I just saved your life. He would have reported you to his superiors, and you would have been targeted. Be smart. Leave."

Slinky: Her ears go back and she offers the Arab a snarl, moving off to track Sam's scent. She should make sure the woman is safe.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *hufs, simply moving again, taking the mans (doug) arm and draging him along, third is the last chanse*

Tansy "Sunburst": She frown watching Abbey move off with Sam. "You aren't going to go there as well?" she is confused.

Douglas Coburn: "They were usin' tasers!" He does grind to a halt, however, seeing as the Arab's gun has been proven all too lethal. His eyes flit to it, then back to the man's face. "They had no intention of killin' anyone!"

Slinky: The big ugly stray moves off at a trot in the direction the others ran.

Warren Cole: The giants getting frustrated, they shouldnt be here, he should just go. "Please sir," he heads to the mans side, ducking low to him, "hes gone, time to go sah.."

Arabian Man: "Yes, and once back in their detention facilities, you would have been as good as dead." He glances over to Dragana. "The war is not over. They've changed their own rules...the Pogrom is coming back in full effect. Let your superiors know."

Terry O'Brian: "I'm guessing that there's some secrets I'm not in on yet being discussed here..." *clearly baffled as to what's going on*

Warren Cole: ((man equals Doug :P))

Abbey Randelle: *the white wisp of a girl supports a panting sam, looking over her shoulder* I must drop miss Jacobs at a secure location so she might recover. you may accompany me should you require transport. *its murmered as she makes her way towards a small saturn parked a block down, happily away from the fish stench, afteralll that smell just doesn't come out*

Slinky: She gives her senses to the wind, as she moves. Hugging the walls to avoid pedestrian traffic. (wp)

Slinky: 9,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *he lady looks at the man fixedly, nods once* be it.... we leave now, you too, thank you *grip tightening on Douglas* you either come Mister... or I leave you behind... your last chanse for a safe move

Douglas Coburn: His eyes widen at the word 'pogrom'. Organized killing? Can't be due to race: Dragana's white as they come, and so's the downed, dead man. Must be religion then... Oh god, religious zealots...

Slinky: ((awareness for those within range))

Douglas Coburn: 9,5,5,7,

Slinky -> Arabian Man: ((cor 1 to help her track the others))

Arabian Man: He pockets his gun, and gives the trio in front of him a last look as he slips off toward an alley.

Douglas Coburn: ((Awareness first, int next))

Douglas Coburn: 8,7,6,3,

Tansy "Sunburst": She shakes her head. "I..I'll be there." she says in Abbey's direction. "Terry if you wanna come along you can." she says. Quaffle meows from his seated spot beside Tansy.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((were is Slinky?))

Arabian Man -> Slinky: ((You got 'em. About three blocks away.))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: 2,1,10,2,8,6,

Douglas Coburn: "Oh... oh no..." He starts backing away from the corpse and the crazy murdering Arab.

Warren Cole: the giant sighs looking down to Dragana and her ultimatum, "Take your time," he murmers to Doug, "but make it soon"

Terry O'Brian: *very confused* "Umm ok..." *no recognition of Tansy is evident* ((*grumbles about how the dice hate him*))

Slinky: She's just moving off from the group around the Arab and dead techie.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *pulig Doug he sitll resising?))

Douglas Coburn: ((Nope))

Slinky -> Arabian Man: You pming those that made the awareness rolls, or should I?

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *A look to Warren* you hear the sirens? no time.. we either more and warn others, or stay and fight

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *so taking douglas out of there, she'll start for the nears alley and keep moving*

Arabian Man -> Douglas Coburn: Well, THERE was a ping of something strange and unusual coming from the wolf making it's way down the street...

Slinky: There they are... she breaks into a run.

Arabian Man -> Slinky: ((I got it))

Warren Cole: "He isnt indeestructable missie, hes not all better yet, " offering doug support until at least they get into the alley

Arabian Man -> Dragana Messánie Lindonar: Well, THERE was a ping of something strange and unusual coming from the wolf making it's way down the street...

Abbey Randelle: I suggest you take every precaution in arriving there poste haste. *she murmers, a last glance towards the girl with icy grey eyes. she whispers sharply* No further walks and detours that put your fellows at risk. If you please. *she opens the door and allows Sam the dignity of getting herself in, moving ot the drivers side*

Slinky: Pours on the speed.

Douglas Coburn: Now his eyes flit to the wolf as Dragana hauls him toward an alley. Oh jesus, this gets better and better.

Slinky: (dex+ath)

Slinky: 1,1,8,7,9,

Tansy "Sunburst": She nods to Abbey several times and starts to head off "Common." she says to Terry and she heads down the alley to head for Chinatown.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *green eyes digging on the wolf, frowns* shifters... wonderfull *said low, and keeps her way*

Slinky: And damned near runs into a wino, hopping over him and dodging another pedestrian. Don't these people have some place better to be?!

Warren Cole: 4,5,5,3,4,

Abbey Randelle: (no. they lurk in alleys hoping to touch white things)

Douglas Coburn: "Ah don't want to get involved in yoah mage war thang..."

Terry O'Brian: *he follows Tansy towards Chinatown*

Slinky -> Arabian Man: ((I trust Sam is going voluntarily with Abbey?))

Warren Cole: The big man misses Draganas words, probably best, as he head around a corner, pointing across to another alley "That way," he nods ssure.

Arabian Man -> Slinky: ((Yes))

Warren Cole: he heres that, looking to the too, a bit of confusion right there,

Abbey Randelle: *abbey slips into her car, and startles the crap out of sam with a instant of roaring electronica. before casting her an apologetic smile, and driving to Michelles. calling ahead if sam has not had the forthought to do so. you know.. with the need to breath and all taking precedance*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *eyes him, he is not one, chuckles* you knwo of us.... involvent is the price of knowledge... *srhugs* you helped me, I'll get you out of here, what you do after that.. is your thing, though understand, you can not Know without the risk that comes with it

Arabian Man: ((And, that's it for me...killing this Nick. Hope you all enjoyed...I'm feeling generous, so XP posted in the forums soon.))

Douglas Coburn: ((Woot!))

Douglas Coburn: He blinks up at Warren helplessly, then to Dragana again.

Abbey Randelle: ((yay! much l ove for little blue man! I say coochie coochie too!))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *the woma is ust moving away of it* ((thanks Rav1!!))

Douglas Coburn: "I want answers," he says suddenly, limping after Dragana, pain evident in his face as his right leg drags even worse than normal after the sudden sprint earlier.

Warren Cole: so he leads them up the next alley and round onto the street, pausing there and looking, "where you wan to be Missie?"

Slinky: Unless Tansy and her group are moving very fast, the wolf is soon catching up to them, although her senses are still focused on Sam.

: (sams moving away in a car. towards michelles)

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: Not here *she keeps moving, looking around, keeps moving a glance to Warren if he is stil near them*

Warren Cole: ok he stops, the limper wants answers and the huge tramp wouldnt mind some,

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *thinking* a place near Battery will work

Douglas Coburn: "Where, exactly?"

Slinky: She'll track them until they're out of her range.

Tansy "Sunburst": Sam's scent would have stopped a blockor so from where Tansy's secnt viered off, and Slinky could easily catch up with Tansy although Quaffle soon has a problem with the situation and Tansy ends up carrying him))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: IF you keep talking on the street of this mister I'll leave you to your deviced *the lady keeps walking*

Douglas Coburn: "He knows about the Treaty," he murmurs softly.

Warren Cole: "if yo keep making descisions about people yo might find yoself without samaritans one day missie,.." he nods to doug, he saw the guy jump into bullets for her.

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *shakes her head* not here *to Douglas*

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: *an eye to Warren* you do not seem to even know what you are talking about, so until you can make an educate decition quiet or leave

Douglas Coburn: "Don't leave," he says quietly, pleadingly, to Warren, looking up at the huge, huge man.

J.C. Potter : *clings tightly with gloved hands to the main water pipe leading into the three story building he was scaling. Both of his emerald green eyes could be seen through a black ski mask, his lean body enveloped by the dark non descript clothing he had chosen to wear tonight.*

J.C. Potter : *clings tightly with gloved hands to the main water pipe leading into the three story building he was scaling. Both of his emerald green eyes could be seen through a black ski mask, his lean body enveloped by the dark non descript clothing he had chosen to wear tonight.*

Douglas Coburn: ((It's mid afternoon in blazing sunshine, JC))

Douglas Coburn: ((Nothing personal, but we started our scene in an outdoor fish market in blazing midday sun, so it'd be kinda jarring for nightfall to suddenly be on us ;) ))

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: ((*nods* point sto Doug* what he said.. might be more late.. but not night yet))

Douglas Coburn: ((Also please read the playtesting part of the FAQ? You're not apped yet, so you'll need to put Playtesting in your tag somewhere. Thanks))

Warren Cole: He looks down to the smaller man, a smile and a nod, "I is coming,"

Dragana Messánie Lindonar: Perfect *no pun intended she keeps walking, eventually taking them to a small... rather empty house in the middle of a half racked neightborhood* ((want to change to ress?))

Warren Cole: the big man knows these streets like the back of his hand, and the address is now pinpointed in his head ((sure))

Douglas Coburn: ((*flits*))