WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones
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				Title: <strong>WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 03:57:13</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Decoton, Louisiana</span></strong></span><br><hr><br>"Third one this week," said the short Sheriff staring down from thick reflective shades.<br><br>Had the Sheriff not been staring down at body that had literally been cooked onto the hot asphalt of the road, he might well have been mistaken for someone without might investment in their words. His flat affect was hiding the effects of the horrific scene that he'd seen twice already, just in that week.<br><br>"All black, none with a record, no clothes, no wounds," said the deputy standing nearby.<br><br>"They're all coming down from up north, but Sheriff Wilkes doesn't have any record," said the sheriff, "suppose we'll call the feds, and let them sort this mess out."<br><br>"You think that's wise, pa?" said a young man, leaning against the Sheriff's car.<br><br><hr><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Washington, D.C.</span></strong></span><br><hr><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>FBI Special Unit Headquarters, 9:43 P.M.</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>- - -</strong><br></span><br><br>The building was fairly unassuming by itself. Just one building as part of a small office park, a pale whitish concrete box with indents for windows, and a simple glass double door leading to the lobby. One would have to have gone inside, to check the floor listing to realize that everything below the first floor was taken up by a single listing. FBI.<br><br>A short elevator trip downward, aided by a key card, and a rather sophisticated security system using the camera in the elevator to screen the new recruits faces, and the bright artificial light of the rather spartan basement levels appeared. The team was already assembled recruited from anywhere it was necessary, and of course, from the FBI itself.<br><br>"Alright, everyone, I am Special Agent Wagner," said the suited young man standing in front of the meeting-room table, that was sitting in a room much too large for the few people contained in it.<br><br>"As you no doubt have guessed from the name of this unit, Supernatural Crimes, you were recruited for your rather unique ... expertise, in an area of crime that the Bureau would rather not think about," he said, the stress on 'expertise' indicating that the idea of the team grated somewhat on Wagner's nerves.<br><br>"We are already behind schedule, people," he said, "so for reference, I am the task-force head, and you report to me. You can all get to know each other in the next fifteen minutes, because in twenty, I want everyone to report to the armory to be issued their equipment, and in an hour, we are leaving on our first case. Short notice, I know, but it is what it is."<br><br>Special Agent Wagner stood over six foot, and wore a plain black suit, which was standard enough for the bureau. He didn't look exceptional, really. Brown hair, brown eyes, athletic build. He wouldn't stand out in a crowd as anything other than well-groomed. <br><br>"Any questions?" he asked, looking up from the file sitting on the conference table in front of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 05:00:36</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jessica Archer</strong></span></span><br>A.K.A Shadow</div><hr><br>Archer bent her head slightly, her curly brown hair straightened, and tied back into a boring bun, while a pair of wire rimmed spectacles rested neatly on her nose.&nbsp; For all intents and purposes, she looked like any other young office worker, maybe a little bored, but not overly so.&nbsp; In reality, she was quietly taking it all in, listening intently to <em>Agent Wagner</em>, and allowing her gaze to sometimes land on the others assembled.&nbsp; Usually she wouldn't have been so obvious with her perusal, but it was normal in this kind of situation to show a bit of curiosity.&nbsp; <br><br>A small quirk of her eyebrows was the only reaction she gave when hearing that they'd be quickly on their way to their first mission.&nbsp; And although she didn't show it, she was a bit taken aback by the fact that she would be required to carry a side arm.<br><br><em>Oh how times have changed.</em>&nbsp; Before she had been, rather surprisingly, strong armed into joining this new team, no one in their right mind would have trusted her with a weapon.&nbsp; She liked to think it was because she was technically a criminal, even if her file had been erased, but in reality, it was because she was a lousy shot most of the time.&nbsp; But if they wanted her to have a gun, she wouldn't argue; she probably wouldn't use it, but she'd carry it.&nbsp; Lightly clearing her throat, she fiddled with the pen in her hand, and than finally set it down, allowing the blue of her eyes to show, as she prepared to ask a question, the slight squeak of her chair sounding loud in her own ears, as she swiveled to face Agent Wagner.<br><br>"I do have a question sir.&nbsp; Where, exactly, are we going?"&nbsp; It was a simple question, and although she could have asked others, she decided to keep it short, and light for now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 06:49:34</strong>
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				<strong>Alexandrea Fairbairn</strong><br><br>A woman of average height sits in one of the scattered chairs about the room, having pushed the seat into the area farthest from the overhead light as she could get.&nbsp; Long, strawberry blonde hair hangs in soft waves to frame a pleasant, heart shaped face and fading from the reddish gold hue to an electric blue at the tips.&nbsp; Her appearance could easily grace any number of magazines; perhaps not on the cover, but covers are not the only place in a magazine.&nbsp; She wears rather odd apparel for an agent of the FBI: a tightly laced top with a low plunging neck and long sleeves that hang loose and lacy towards the wrists and tight black, leather pants with a number of brass zippers visible, tapering at the ankles as they disappear into black, lace boots.&nbsp; Her belt has a number of compartments on it carrying a few pill bottles and an MP3 player, the earbuds hanging over her shoulders where those sitting next to her may be able to barely hear the tempo of electronica/trance music from the tiny speakers.<br><br>Her foot taps against empty air in time with the music, nodding slightly to the agent in charge as he makes his introduction and outlines everything.&nbsp; She nods to everyone else in the room and smiles a bit, though she seems on the careful side while smiling.&nbsp; In her fine New York accent, she introduces herself, "well...I'm Alexandrea Fairborn, though most people just call me Alex."&nbsp; She looks at the agent in charge before continuing, "from what I've been told this is to be something of a...unusual group.&nbsp; I have some law enforcement experience, with the USMC Military Police and a...involuntary stint with the CIA before being transferred here.&nbsp; As for what is unusual and why I'm here..."&nbsp; She shrugs a bit, "I died about 6 years ago and am now a vampyre.&nbsp; I can't say I'm all that in tune with the spooky side of things.&nbsp; I suppose I'll be learning a lot of the particulars about that from the rest of you."<br><br>She coughs politely before continuing, blushing a touch.&nbsp; "I would also add that I don't drink blood, at least...not unless I absolutely have to.&nbsp; Just...you know...so you don't worry about it."<br><br>((For those curious about her outfit, shirt (http://www.the-black-angel.com/156-292-thickbox/sinister-clothing.jpg), pants (http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/Shopbop/p/pcs/products/alccc/alccc4007712867/alccc4007712867_p1_1-0.jpg), boots (http://www.rivithead.com/products/zoom/Spooky-160-blk.jpg)))
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 11:07:49</strong>
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				The Latino man in the room removes his mirrorshades for the first time and smiles to everyone in the room. He was...gorgeous was probably the word that described him best, although for some reason it didn't quite fit. Stunning was probably a better one. The hands that showed from his sleeves sure looked like they can stun a person.<br>"Name is Hernandez, Alvaro Hernandez...and I'm spending you a couple other names", he offers to everyone and noone while folding his mirrorshades. "You can call me Alvaro, Agent Hernandez, or Mr Hernandez. If you call me Alvaro, I assume you want us to be on first name basis. Me, I'm all for this... depends on you, though".<br>He puts the mirrorshades in the pocket of his white shirt and stretches. It's not buttoned to the end, allowing to see a finely toned body, no doubt from lots of work with weights. It also allows to see that there's a silver crucifix hanging on his chest. His pants are snow-white, and everybody can see a white suit hanging on the back of his chair.<br>"I'm also not really worried of losing a bit of blood, Alexandrea", he turns to her, taking care to pronounce her name right. "Beautiful name, by the way... but thanks for clarifying it, I'd hate to be surprised. Well, I'm not sure what I am, but I'm really, really hard to kill. I heal fast, and seem to come back even from major wounds... which is good, because weird, crazy shit happens all the time when I'm around! If nobody makes a better case for it, I'm the official rabbit foot of the team from now on", he pulls a rabbit foot from the suit pocket to confirm it. "What else? Ah yes, I grew up in the bad part of town, yo! The FBI found me after I got injured in a scrap, and taught me all sorts of things that are sometimes fun to know. Guess they taught you the same stuff, though, so I'm hardly unique in this... Ah well, that's from me. Who's next?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 05:22:02</strong>
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				Hareeth Ahmed (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=119007.msg5197943#msg5197943)<br><hr><br>Entering the FBI building isn't something uncommon to Hareeth for over a couple of years now he have had dealings with the bureau and the Society itself had count this particular section of the FBI one of its allies in its war against any supernaturals that threatens human lives. So when he was called in for a special briefing of an assignment, it wasn't that surprising at all. Hareeth stood at 5 foot and 7 inch, shorter than the man whose leading him which is none other than special agent Wagner. He had seen this agent before and was introduced to him by a colleague from the society but he never had any direct dealings with the agent and as such this is his first time. His short black hair and almond eyes as well as brown colored skin betrays his middle-eastern origin and for awhile it became apparent when Hareeth began to notice stares from the more junior agents of the bureau.<br><br>Hareeth kept silent throughout Wagner's speech and when the rest of the team began introduces themselves, what he did was kept a straight face, neither cold nor overly friendly that is until one of them, a woman introduces herself as a vampyre. Suddenly flashes of the event that had wrecked his life almost a decade ago began rushing back to his mind and he finds himself unable to stop glaring at the female vampyre. The man reserves a special hatred against anything that is undead, be them soulless reanimated entity or not and could not find himself to trust anything that deals with death over what had happened to his family.<br><br>However, he realizes that this is not the time to pursue his personal quest of eradicating any and all undead from God's earth, at least for now. He turns his attention to the rest of the occupants of the room as they introduces themselves and when it came to his turn, he took a moment before finally speaking up.<br><br><strong>"Hareeth"</strong>, he said, pronouncing his name and despite his middle-eastern descent, he speaks English as if it was his native tongue which would've made anyone believed that he was born and raised here in the United States but of course he knows that was half the truth. <strong>"Hareeth Ahmed is my name, a sentinel and a hunter of all things unnatural and 'undead' that threatens mortal lives"</strong>. Hareeth purposely stresses the word undead as he turns his glare at the woman by the name of Alexandrea for the briefest of moment before turning his attention back to agent Wagner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 05:27:50</strong>
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				On the other side of the table, and down the ways a bit, a chair creaks uneasily as the man sitting in it shifts irritably and cracks his knuckles from boredom. If a single word could be used to describe him, it would be 'huge' - even sitting down, his head comes closer to the ceiling than anyone else in the room, and his body could have doubled for most professional football players. Colorful tattoos of swirling designs and arcane symbology decorate his cheeks and shoulders, trailing down onto his chest beneath the oversized suit jacket that stretches tightly over his muscled frame. When he speaks, though, his voice is surprisingly soft, not the deep rumbling growl that would be expected from that sort of man-mountain. and his Creole accent is just faint enough to be noticable.<br><br>"Mah name be Mordechai Morris, and I be a <em>houngan</em> priest of the voodoo arts. I can bring de blessings of de loa on dose who wish it, build wards against de spirits, and see de ghosts of de dead before I banish dem back to de underworld. Mah patron be de Bawon Samedi, and he done bless me with de strength of de gods if I call upon him for it, and see through mah eyes to know what death awaits dose I look at."
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 05:45:44</strong>
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				Alvaro looks at the man. "Sentinel? Hunter of undead? Can I ask you to clarify what you mean here? Sorry, I know what is a houngan, but last I heard of such as you, it was in a book".<br>He really hopes the man will tell them he makes an exception for those working for FBI... Somehow, he doubts it, but he still hopes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 05:50:26</strong>
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				When the introductions, such as they were, were through, S.A. Wagner looked as though he was nursing a headache. He was, somehow, probably the one in the room most well acquainted with the nature of the team, but didn't seem enthused by the prospect of being involved with it.<br><br>He turned to regard Jessica, nodding somewhat absently.<br><br>"Yes, we're heading to Decoton, Louisiana," he said, rather abruptly. He looked around the room once more, before checking his watch.<br><br>"Armory in fifteen," he said. He didn't say any more before walking out the door, and taking his file with him. The air of tension created by the vampire, and the sentinel was thick but Wagner seemed not to notice, or perhaps, not to care.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 06:30:22</strong>
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				Her mind worked on what she knew of the area, and finally decided that her thoughts on New Orleans, wouldn't be of any use to her now.&nbsp; What really caught her attention, and kept it, was the interesting undercurrents flying through the room.&nbsp; It was obvious that this Wagner wasn't all that interested in them, unless it was a habit of his to check his wrist watch.&nbsp; Of course, they were on a tight schedule, so she kept that in mind, deciding to not make any concrete judgments in that direction.<br><br>Concerning the obvious tension between the self admitted Vampyre, and the Sentinel, whatever that was, well it was interesting to say the least, and definitely something worthwhile to keep filed away.<br><br>As for the self proclaimed 'lucky rabbits foot,' well he was a looker, and if she made the firm decision to be on her guard around him.&nbsp; In her experience, it was always the good looking ones who were the most dangerous.&nbsp; Not that she would be unpleasant to him, she wasn't idiotic enough to think him unpleasant on first sight.<br><br>And finally, there was the tall, dark, and mysterious voodoo....man.&nbsp; Whatever he was, he had a very intriguing air about him.&nbsp; But again, she knew that intriguing often led to peril, and so she filed that away to.&nbsp; <br><br>Standing, she made a point of smoothing down her clothes in a very ordinary gesture, and went to stand by a nearby wall.&nbsp; They only had a little while before they'd be required to move, but she still preferred to be on her feet, even if she were wearing a pair of rather uncomfortable heels. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 06:40:22</strong>
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				Alvaro swiped his suit from the chair, without turning away from the Sentinel, or making a motion for the door.<br>Despite his claims, he had an idea what that means, of course. Having one in the team was either a very good thing, a very bad one, or both. He was still waiting for his answer, though, hoping against hope that the man would do the right thing and add what he had to. Or this team might implode without any need for other trouble.<br>"Armoury isn't close", he added. "Anyone wants to add something?"<br><em>Please, God, make him add it.</em><br>He touched his crucifix unconsciously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 06:50:32</strong>
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				Alex blinks a bit at Hareeth, somewhat startled by the...vehemence and vitriol in his words, then looks around the rest of the room and just smiles a bit.&nbsp; "You know, right until a few years ago, I would have thought you were all certifiably nuts.&nbsp; I mean...really?&nbsp; A vampire hunter?&nbsp; I mean...you don't <em>look</em> like a Van Helsing..."&nbsp; She just shrugs a bit, "just don't poke my buttons and I won't poke yours.&nbsp; Which is to say, lay off the evil, undead, abomination and/or monster type comments and I won't make any derogatory or racist comments in return and we can get along just fine.&nbsp; I didn't choose to become what I am and I will thank you to keep that in mind."<br><br>She slips out of her chair with inhuman grace and begins bouncing on her heels in time to the very softy beat of the music on her earbuds, looking decidedly anxious.&nbsp; She looks at her watch and bites her lip, looking like she's doing some math in her head for a moment before muttering something under her breath, "close enough...need to calm down..."&nbsp; Her hand flicks out, almost faster than they eye can track, grabbing the pitcher of water from a counter and pouring herself a glass.&nbsp; One of the cases at her belt, pouring a number of pills into her hand and then downing them with the water.&nbsp; She closes her eyes again, setting the glass down and moving back to where she was, bouncing once more but a little more calm than she had been.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 14:04:14</strong>
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				Hareeth turns his attention back to the vampyre when she decided to respond to him, apparently his subtle provocation wasn't so subtle at all, which is how he likes them anyway. He is a firmed believer that no matter if the undead had killed a person before or not or even if they had the intention or remain innocent, they are all to him unholy creatures that deserves skepticism at least if not outright hostility. He chuckled at her response however, clearly downplaying her threat entirely. <strong>"Make all the derogatory and racist remarks to your heart contents..."</strong>, he said with a smug across his face, <strong>"...none of those matters to me either way for I now serves a higher power in a much more important war that transcends, race, nation or religion"</strong>. He then turns away from her and simply dismissed her statements about her not choosing to become what she is.<br><br>However, the vampyre isn't the only thing that caught his attention however. Hareeth has been in this business of hunting supernatural things for more than a decade and he had supposedly specializes in hunting undeads and most importantly, necromancers and his guts tells him there's one in this room as the sense of death had somehow permeates throughout the room. It wasn't until later that he founds the target of his search, a voodoo priest. Years of experience has enabled him to identify the man as a necromancer but Hareeth finds that he could tolerate a necromancer more so than an undead this is based upon his own experience of working alongside the twilight order a couple of years ago, but the necromancer still deserves his distrusts as with anything that deals in death.<br><br>When Agent Wagner finally spoke and tells them that they are going to be brought to an armory in Louisiana, it took everything in him not to jump for joy. <strong>"Finally, how I missed having weapons in my hands once more..."</strong>, being a hunter, he should've had weapons with him but before setting out to Washington, his superior in the Society had told him to discard all his previous weapons as the FBI will provide their own weapons to him and he can understand why though. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 23:07:50</strong>
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				The vampyr rolls her eyesand sighs.&nbsp; "Great...interagency cooperation, new era of CIA/FBI communication, finally a chance to get back into the world at large...first team I'm assigned to and I find a zealotous vampire hunter.&nbsp; I see human resource incidents in the future."&nbsp; She looks about the room, considering for a moment before stopping at the other woman as Hareeth leaves the room.&nbsp; "Would you mind...you know, making sure he doesn't try anything, you know...wierd?&nbsp; Last thing I need is waking up with a foot of oak through my chest.&nbsp; Just...keep an eye on my back? Just getting used to ths whole supernnatural is real thing, let alone being a vampyre, and now I find out there are honest to god vampyre hunters, too."&nbsp; She shakes her head and starts for the door as well.<br><br>Retrieving a weapon from the armory, the first thing she does is turn it over and memorize the serial number.&nbsp; The second is to disassemble the whole thing with her hands to inspect the weapon maintenance and making sure that it was clean.&nbsp; She casually reassembles it and nods to special agent Wagner, "well taken care of...almost looks factory new."&nbsp; She smiles a bit, "would you have my vest back there as well?&nbsp; I hope we don't need it, but would rather have it to be on the safe side."<br><br>Without looking at the Sentinel, she finds her way back to her room and sighs.&nbsp; "Not even here long enough to unpack."&nbsp; She picks up a long, black leather trench coat and fold&nbsp; it over her arm before picking up a bag and heading back to meet the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 00:07:23</strong>
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				Archer quirked a manicured eye brow at the other woman, humming slightly under her breath.&nbsp; <em>First they're going to give me a weapon, and now they want me to watch their back?</em>&nbsp; She had to give them credit though, well, she had to give the...Alexandrea credit,&nbsp; the Vampyre and others, bar Wagner, didn't exactly know what she was.&nbsp; Perhaps it would benefit her to keep her criminal status to herself for a while longer, who knew what other interesting things may come of it.&nbsp; So after a few seconds, in which she just looked at the woman, she nodded fractionally, and followed the female out, and to the armory.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 04:38:10</strong>
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				Mordechai made no comment as he rose from his chair - a process somewhat akin to a bear unfolding itself from a cave far too small to fit it - and headed out the door after Wagner. He would feel better once he had a weapon in his hands again, whatever the other oddities that he had been assigned to work alongside felt about each other; without a weapon, he could not continue his duty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 09:39:40</strong>
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				Alvaro was chuckling while walking towards the armoury. From the way the vampyre moved... and the size of the houngan, as well... he could deduct there were at least three persons on this team that didn't really need a weapon. Well, weapons made things more expedient, and he just loved the sight of them, but if he set his mind to a task, they weren't really necessary.<br>Besides, they taught him lots of fun things in the FBI academy. Using his hands instead of a knife was one of them. TThis tended to make things just a bit slower, nothing else...<br>The hunter and the other girl - was it Archer? - were unknown, though. They might have some impressive ability, or they might be needing protection when the goings got rough. He took a note to keep them off the line of fire if possible. Agent Wagner kinda looked like the person who wouldn't be there at all. Waiting for a report seemed more like him.<br>After arriving, he checked his personal Vaquero first - he had left it there in order not to walk with a knife in the building - then the standard-issue Glock .40. Both were in working order, so he just took a couple spare magazines and decided he's covered on the weapons front.<br>Now he only needed to take a couple of spare suits from his room and would be ready to go. His netbook and Android smartphone were already with him. Checking the clock, he could probably even make it to his room and back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 03:57:52</strong>
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				The armory itself was a small room, with a mesh cage closing off the vast majority of it. It had clearly been built to accommodate a variety of weapons, and yet, the only metal case sporting anything other than a bit of dust was the one nearest the cage door, a rack of standard issue Glock 22 .40 (10mm) caliber handguns. Wagner unlocked the cage door, and set out the weapons for the team. Each one had paperwork attached, which all included a ballistics note, to confirm that each was on file with the FBI proper, which Wagner didn't seem to think they were.<br><br>"Glock .22, 15 round magazine," he said, explaining, despite knowing that it would be information most of them already had, ".40 caliber, semi-automatic. If you don't know how to use it, read the owner's manual. Your weapon never leaves your sight, it remains loaded as long as you have rounds. Fire your weapon only if you intend to kill what you're shooting at."<br><br>He set out the weapons with the paperwork, requiring each team member to sign for their weapon. They already had the fingerprints, DNA, and other relevant data on file.<br><br>"You'll also be getting mace. OC spray is considered non-lethal, but isn't as effective as other methods, consider it a deterrent. You'll be issued a taser as well. Very short range, but very effective against unarmored targets, again, read the manual. Finally, handcuffs, these should be pretty obvious."<br><br>He clearly already had his own gear, gun at his right hip, and the rest of his equipment stowed neatly along his belt behind it. He set out the rest of the equipment, also registered. <br><br>"Alright, when you're ready, the cars are waiting one level up," he said, "any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 08:31:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexandrea considers what the special agent says for a bit, finishing up the paperwork and turning it back to him.&nbsp; "Two questions, sir.&nbsp; First, are you going to be traveling with us or remaining her at base?&nbsp; Secondly, how long are we expected to be out?&nbsp; There are some things that I need to take care of for an extended trip.&nbsp; Also..."&nbsp; She smirks at the others, "I'll take the first shift driving, as I can't drive during the day.&nbsp; I may as well get my share out of the way and let the rest of you dicker about your shifts during the daylight.&nbsp; If we drive straight through, we should get there about evening tomorrow."<br><br>With that she started stowing the various devices on her belt, pulling out various bits of sand colored canvas and velcro pouches to hold everything from the bag she came down with.&nbsp; "I didn't think I'd be needing this stuff again..."&nbsp; She looks up at Wagner, "um...another question, sir.&nbsp; Do we get badges?&nbsp; I think my parents have my MP badge and the CIA never gave me one..."&nbsp; She quirks a brow at him slightly.&nbsp; Curiosity and anxiety itched at her mind, <em>please...please let me be something other than intriguing animated furniture here.&nbsp; To the CIA I was just property, not an agent...please let me count here.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 12:20:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Badges would be useful", Alvaro agrees. "Without them, we're just some private citizens asking questions about some... crime. And speaking about this, when do we get a briefing on this case, and who's going to explain it all?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 22:50:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Archer looked over the paperwork, her eyes scanning for any sentences that might hold her to something unpleasant, she wouldn't put it past the FBI.&nbsp; She mused to herself a bit, appreciating the irony of looking a bit down on the agency, while working for them at the same time.&nbsp; <em>If only Ethan could see me now.</em>&nbsp; She stopped thinking along those lines, knowing exactly what Ethan would say, she'd heard his thoughts on her current employment plenty of time over the past few months.&nbsp; She signed the documents non-the-less, and took possesion of her assigned....goods.&nbsp; Sending the required fire arm's a bit of a questioning look, before dismissing them altogether.&nbsp; <br><br>When the topic of badges came up, she raised a slight brow, a question on the tip of her tongue, but kept firmly away from actually being spoken.&nbsp; Was she even allowed a badge?&nbsp; Sure she'd been given important identification before, since it was the only way to get past security in most if not all of her jobs with the FBI, but an actual badge.&nbsp; She wanted to make a smug smile, but kept it firmly from her face.<br><br>And than there was the question of transportation. <em>Please don't make us drive.</em>&nbsp; It wasn't that she couldn't drive, it was just...well who wanted to drive that long with only a bunch of strangers for company.&nbsp; It seemed awefully distateful to her, although she wouldn't dare to complain about it.&nbsp; After all, she'd traveled in a lot more questionable methods before, and a drive could probably count as one of the more comfortable of the possibilities.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hellion000</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 04:37:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The door to the armory quietly opened and a middle aged agent in the required dark suit and tie ushered a younger looking man in. Hands apparently clasped behind his back, the younger of the two was also much the shorter and slimmer. He was also the better dressed. While the FBI agent's clothing was well tailored and put together, the dark skinned youth he followed into the room was dressed in clothing that seemed hand tailored and custom fitted.<br><br>Hugo Boss shades covered his eyes, leaving the color unknown- though those who had read his file would know they were a shade of baby blue best described as breathtaking- and drawing attention to the trio of furrows running down the left side of his face. The natural puckering drew his full lips into a sardonic seeming smirk that he had no control over, not that he had much interest in not smirking at the world.<br><br>The line of beard that traced his jaw was just thick enough, just bushy enough to soften the planes of his features but nothing would bring the hints of attractiveness that lurked under the mass of keltoid tissue back to the forefront, not even the white gleam of straight teeth that flashed when he looked around the room.<br><br>"Sorry I'm late folks. Special Agent Franz..." Here he tossed his head back towards the agent that was moving past him to approach the SAC, "... and I had a bit of a debate about what constituted 'immediately'."<br><br>He rolled his shoulders a bit, seeming intent on settling his suit jacket across his slender shoulders as he took in the people gathered before him. He spent a moment looking each person up and down, his hidden gaze assessing them and attempting to discern specializations.<br><br>As the agent who had escorted him into the room leaned in to whisper something to SAC Wagner the young man nodded around the room. "Evenin' all. I'm Charles Mayhew. Looks like we're going to be doing some greywork, hmm?"<br><br>Of course Wagner and Franz knew he wasn't named Charles Mayhew at all, but it was up to them to tell the others if they saw fit. For his own peace of mind, Jonas wasn't planning on revealing anything more than he needed to at this point in time.<br><br>He shifted his attention to the Special Agent who had escorted him into the room and seemed to shrug his shoulders again, almost as though he were contorting himself. Anyone with experience with restraints might get the idea that he was attempting to shuck handcuffs- a daunting, difficult task in the best of situations, but even moreso when attempting to be covert about it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 06:19:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Our stay shouldn't be extended," he said, "if we confirm that our presence is required, and our stay needs to be prolonged, you'll be able to return, or have whatever you need sent out. I'll see to that."<br><br>He answered Alexandrea, knowing full well that she had special requirements beyond her status as a vampyre, the CIA hadn't been to clear about it, but he knew what he needed to, in order to keep her on the team, and functional.<br><br>"We'll be driven to the airport, but there is a fairly short timeline on this case," he said, "we'll be taking FBI jet to the closest airfield to Decoton, and then driving in from there. You will all be getting badges, and identification. Your badges and ID, are waiting on the plane, as is the case file and briefing notes. I'll brief you en-route. And yes, I will be accompanying you."<br><br>Wagner's professional tone was maintained well enough, even when the extra team member was escorted in. He knew the man, but didn't bother to correct him, and reveal his alias. As long as he signed for his equipment with his real name, Wagner honestly didn't care.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 08:28:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The vampyre seems to relax slightly at that the special agents words.&nbsp; Her first priority was on making certain that she could get her pills if needed.&nbsp; They were just about the only thing that kept her stable any more.&nbsp; The comment that they would be getting IDs and badge was another huge burden off of her shoulders.&nbsp; After 5 years of being "Test subject, classified, experimental, Sanguisuga Europa, Specimen 3" having an identity again was slightly jarring.&nbsp; The idea that she would be recognized by a name rather than a designation or a number, however so fleetingly.&nbsp; A spark of hope lit within her, at least briefly.&nbsp; Perhaps...perhaps, if she did well enough at the tasks, she would be permitted to stay here rather than returning to the lab.<br><br>Nodding to Wagner she makes sure that everything is in place and looks to the new 'member' of their team, quirking a brow at what almost look like claw marks over his face.&nbsp; He was certainly well dressed for the occasion, if not perhaps a bit overdressed.&nbsp; Part of her was curious what this fellows story was, but he seemed to be at least somewhat open.&nbsp; Or, at least, hadn't started his introduction with something like <em>and I kill everyone like you</em>, which had to count for something.&nbsp; A shiver ran up her spine as she glanced to keep an eye on the Sentinel.&nbsp; The though of traveling with him did not make her feel better.&nbsp; Unless she was willing to burn through her reserves and feed a lot more than she liked, she would have to sleep, and the thought of being helpless around someone who had said he would kill her with or without provocation did not seem very conducive to sleep.&nbsp; This could become even more awkward than she had first worried.&nbsp; On the other hand...with as large as the group was getting, they would probably need two vehicles, which mean maybe she had a chance to try to make certain to be in the car he was not.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 08:38:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Evening, Charles... or agent Mayfew, if you prefer", Alvaro flashed him with a blinding smile after handing over the signed documents. "Name is Alvaro, or agent Hernandez. Glad to see you'll be around".<br>He then turned to agent Wagner and nodded, noting Alexandrea had relaxed somewhat.<br>"That answers my questions. Fine, I'll be on the level with the cars in fifteen minutes top".<br>And he was going to keep it, even if it meant adding some extra speed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 14:45:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once in the armory, Hareeth was quiet, perhaps too quiet. His attention was drawn to other matters which is inspecting the weapons that the FBI would be supplying them throughout their mission. Now that he had thought about it, the agent still hasn't given them any clue as to what this mission is all about and he spare a brief glance over to the cold and certainly unsociable fellow, tha later being perhaps specially reserves for those who are not 'normal'. He couldn't helped but chuckle at the thought though, he was in fact the most 'normal' of these people perhaps but even Hareeth has to admit, that there's nothing normal about him, not anymore after what had happened that night ten years ago.<br><br>He sighed once he had complete the inspection of the given items, much to his disappointment. <strong>"None of these weapons are what I'm proficient with..."</strong>, he said to himself more so than to others. The handguns are, which is the glock and .40 caliber pistol is all good and dandy but it lacks the satisfaction of pulling the trigger of a magnum in his hands, something he had gotten used to throughout his career as a sentinel. Regardless, he was well trained in all handguns weapon but the mace spray was the biggest disappointment as it is a non-lethal weapon, but then again he understands the need for a non-lethal solution when confronted with mortal troubles. <br><br>Then came the sixth and possibly the last member to the team, although Hareeth guts tells him that they might pick up a couple more...'allies' along the way, allies being a loose term itself seeing as how everyone in the room has dabbled in the arts, one way or another except him. Sparing another brief glance to the newcomer, he then turns his attention to the guns in hands, unloading the magazines and then stomping it back into the handle. He lets off another near-silent sigh and commented, <strong>"I guess I'll just have to make do with these then"</strong>. As for the badge, it's certainly a nice addition for sure, not that he needs them seeing as how the sentinels have their own influence within the government and this is certainly not the first time the society had been called by the FBI for their 'expertise'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 23:54:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With the necessary things out of the way, and the appearance of another flashy member joining them, Archer took the oppertunity to head to her room, in order to perhaps change, and grab&nbsp; her much smaller bag of necessities.&nbsp; Before actually leaving, she looked back at Wagner.<br><br>"<strong>I'll just go up and grab my bag, I'll be down at the car before it leaves.</strong>"&nbsp; And with that, she walked out of the room, neither hurrying, nor setting a particularly slow pace.&nbsp; <br><br>It didn't take her long to make it down to her room, and than back up stairs to level one, where the garage was located.&nbsp; But she was wearing a much more comfortable pair of loose fitting black slacks, a long sleeved black blouse that buttoned up to her neck, and a pair of comfortable leather boots, that zipped up to mid calf, not that it was noticable under her pants.&nbsp; The rather small carry on bag she held dangled from her hand, and a leather jacket was folded neatly over said bag, unused for now.&nbsp; She didn't do much with her hair, just freeing it from it's bun and putting it in a loose pony tail, still straightened, so completely wave free, and non descript.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>18-09-2011, 04:45:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Wagner nodded to Archer, and to their new arrival. He made his way out to the door, leaving the armory on his way to the cars. He knew their agents would sort themselves out, and if they didn't arrive on time, the cars would leave anyway, there was a schedule to keep, and Wagner liked to keep his schedules. Perhaps the team had been given the impression that he was a joyless man bound to professionalism, which wasn't the case, but he didn't have the inclination to change their minds if that was the case. Wagner hadn't been chosen because he was the best man for the job, and his assignment hadn't made keeping a jaunty mood very easy.<br><br>He made his way to the stairway and up into the garage, and storage level. The complex was made up entirely of three floors, all below ground. The top level had a small parking garage, where the cars were waiting, the middle level, level 2, had the armory, the meeting room, and other facilities, while the lower level had the gym, and the barracks for the team. All in all it was a tidy location, everything provided for, and out of the way enough that their team would never have to interact directly with the FBI at large. In fact, it seemed as though it was better that they have as little to do with one another as humanly possible. Perhaps the inter-agency co-operation, or sabotage that Alexandrea represented was part of it, but mostly it was the nature of the work. The FBI had been invented to cross state lines to catch human criminals, the Supernatural Crimes division was something wholly new, and one could easily doubt if it wasn't the start of something that could outgrow its parent bureau.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>18-09-2011, 07:07:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It wouldn't take very long before Alex found her way to the garage, her trench coat pulled on over her clothing and leaving her with somehow still more of a gothic appearance in the black leather.&nbsp; Her bag hangs over one shoulder, held by one strap in her hand as she looks about, making mental notes of things.&nbsp; Not that there was a lot from her to make note of, but it was always worth looking.&nbsp; She nods to Wagner, quirking a brow, "which vehicles are we taking?"&nbsp; At his direction, she'll head towards the vehicles and load her bag in the back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>18-09-2011, 18:22:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mordechai took his issued equipment silently and without comment, the pistol looking like a toy in his massive hand. The shoulder holster fit, at least, which was surprising based on what he knew about government agencies - though it was unlikely he'd be using it. He knew how to handle a gun, you didn't survive long in the inner city unless you did, but he preferred to kill with his hands, bare or otherwise. Fists didn't leave fingerprints if you had gloves on, and couldn't be traced with things like ballistics tests. Peeling away from the group, he returned to his room long enough to retrieve his steel knuckledusters and his pair of weighted sap gloves, both items he'd employed in the past and that were custom-fitted to his hands.<br><br>The addition of 'Agent Mayhew' to the team barely phased him as he returned to the group outside the cars, and in fact was somewhat welcome. Mordechai knew he was anything but inconspicuous, so the more flashy and attention-getting people he was assigned to work alongside, the fewer details anyone would remember about him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 00:49:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alvaro was there in a flash. He only wore a few clothes and personal belonging in his bags.<br>Actually, he was flashing around... or more like it, he had boosted his speed to levels that were fit for a guy that exercised way more than he did. It really anded a springiness to his steps.<br>It was also going to leave him near wasted, now, that was for sure... but he also had way more than an hour to actually come over the effects of it. An hour, sometimes a couple minutes more or less, was the usual time for recuperation, experiments showed.<br>And he wanted to be there, just in case the Sentinel and the Vampire decided it was time for target practice. He had decided to jump between the bullets.<br>Of course, he didn't say that, although the prospect of having to endure sudden pain made him a bit tense. Still, he exhaled deeply and nodded at the agent.<br>"Point me to whichever car I should get into. Let's go!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 10:04:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It seems everyone is ready as they took their intended gears and some had went upstairs to get to the garage where the car is waiting but as the agent had said the car would be ready for them once they're ready. Hareeth on the other hand took the opportunity to go down one floor and explore the gym as well as the barracks where their rooms would be for the duration of this mission. He wasn't going to take too long though seeing as how the the lowest level isn't that large and only contains those two areas so he deided to check the barracks indeed.<br><br>It was a decision he would not regret though, for as he was checking his room and then the locker where his name had been stamped on it, he realizes it was unlocked and inside was something that puts a smile to the face of the sentinel. Tucked inside a leather sheath is a bolo machete with black leathered handle. It wasn't really his personal machete that he had left back at the sentinel headquarters but when he picked it up, it felt good in his hand nonetheless. Inside the locker was also a brown duster coat and Hareeth didn't wait too long before taking off the hanger inside the coat and wearing it himself. Now he looks like a real hunter of the sentinels indeed and he make his way to the garage level where the cars are waiting for them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 19:02:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Agent Wagner didn't respond to the various responses of the team, whether enthusiastic or not, but he did point out the vehicles shortly, as they pulled out of their parking spots in turn. The all had drivers, agents apparently. There were three black sedans, and Wagner moved to the first one himself.<br><br>"Alexandrea, you're with me," he said, "the rest of you pick a car, and take a seat, its a fifteen minute drive, and we're wheels off the ground in half an hour."<br><br>He opened the door to the first sedan and got inside in the back seat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 20:15:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alvaro just shrugged and got himself in the second car. Whoever wanted could travel with him.<br>He nodded to the necromancer. Looked like a <em>brujo,</em> but then, Alvaro's grandmother was one, too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 22:36:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Without a word, Archer headed over to the final car, and climbed in, managing to make the picture of such a small woman climbing into a Sedan look semi-graceful instead of comical.&nbsp; Her bag stayed close to her body, laying neatly by her feet, and her coat laying negligably on top of it.&nbsp; The harness holding her federallly issued weapon was a bit tight, and she had to adjust it before settling back into her seat, and waiting to see who else would be joining her in the car.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 03:38:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After giving it a moment of consideration, Mordechai made his way to the last car after Archer, putting his bag in first and following it, cramming himself into the backseat like a clown car in reverse. Even pushed up against the doorframe, he still took up his seat and a portion of the middle seat, and he had to hunch his shoulders to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling. From the neutrally resigned look on his face, this was such a common occurrence that he had long since ceased to worry about it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 08:09:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex quietly nods and sets her bag in the trunk before slipping into the car with Agent Wagner, holding her coat in hand rather than leaving it in the back.&nbsp; She would have to wait to see how things would turn out with this group.&nbsp; She at least had hopes of getting along with most of them, or, at least, not wanting to kill them.&nbsp; Astounding how her definition of 'good' and 'hopeful' had changed over 5 years.&nbsp; With that pleasant thought, she leaned back and closed her eyes, trying to relax a moment without the Sentinel around.&nbsp; &nbsp; Before too long, though, she asks Wagner, "did you wish to speak with me, sir?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 22:49:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Archer watched the giant of a man enter after her, and had to raise a questionable eye brow at how utterly uncomfortable he must be, having to cram himself into the car in order to travel with them.&nbsp; She considered his size again, and had to come to the realization that the man had probably encountered this particular problem before, so mentioning it would probably be old hat.&nbsp; Never the less, it was the obvious thing to bring up, and therefore was the correct thing to say, in her mind.<br><br>"<strong>My names Jessica, Jessica Archer; and I do have to say that you don't look very comfortable.</strong>"&nbsp; She was turned slightly towards the giant, and slightly towards to the window, watching everyone else, and their surroundings.&nbsp; "<strong>If you'd like, I can see about maybe adjusting the seats, so you'll have more leg room.&nbsp; I'm sure they're adjustible..somehow</strong>."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 13:07:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Everyone had finally arrived at the parking garage and ready to embark on this mission of theirs, whatever it maybe. Hareeth watched as the vampyre hitched a ride on the first car alongside agent Wagner, the man, Alvaro took the second car and the woman, Archer as well as the giant hitched a ride in the third car.<br><br>He knows well enough it'll be rather awkward and uncomfortable taking a ride in the first car and he'll be surprised if there's anymore room in the third car as it is. Shrugging off the situation, he quickly took the second car alongside Alvaro whom he had relatively little communication at all thus far. He wasn't looking to make friends in this mission but it won't hurt for him to nod at the man inside the car as an acknowledgement that they'll be working as a team from now on. Hareeth was hoping that he could be done with this mission as soon as possible so he could move on with his usual hunting, so for the duration of the ride he remained silent.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 00:20:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mordechai's mouth quirked in a half-smile as he glanced back at Archer. "And I be Mordechai Morris, late of Haiti and now of New Yawk. D' offer be most appreciated, Miz Archer, but ah think you'd find dat de only way dese seats are goin' be adjusted to fit me iz by adjustin' dem right out of de car. Ya pay no worry to it, I be used to goin' places I don't quite fit."<br><br>The smaller woman was a puzzle, one he mulled over in his mind as he watched the remainder of their 'team' pile into their respective vehicles. There would be tension between the self-proclaimed vampire hunter and the vampire - Mordechai himself had no problems with the latter, as <em>voudoun</em> only bore prohibitions against the animate soulbound dead, not those who walked of their own volition. The 'lucky' man with healing gifts would likely demonstrate his usefulness - whoever the so-called 'Agent Mayhew' was, he had 'con man' written all over him. Miss Archer, though, gave nothing away from her dress or mannerisms, and had made no announcement of her skill set during the impromptu meeting. A puzzle indeed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 02:39:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded politely at Mr. Morris, when he re-introduced himself, even giving a greeting smile, and a small laugh at his small joke.&nbsp; When he confirmed her suspicians that this wasn't the mans first uncomfortable trip in a car, she felt a slight satisfaction, in that her instincts were still sharp, even after her retirement.&nbsp; <br><br>"At least we can be relieved that the drive wont be too long."&nbsp; She was, of course, prepared for a longer drive, but she didn't anticipate one.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 05:11:46</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=119044.msg5247035#msg5247035">Quote from: Sydonai on 23-09-2011, 13:07:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Everyone had finally arrived at the parking garage and ready to embark on this mission of theirs, whatever it maybe. Hareeth watched as the vampyre hitched a ride on the first car alongside agent Wagner, the man, Alvaro took the second car and the woman, Archer as well as the giant hitched a ride in the third car.<br><br>He knows well enough it'll be rather awkward and uncomfortable taking a ride in the first car and he'll be surprised if there's anymore room in the third car as it is. Shrugging off the situation, he quickly took the second car alongside Alvaro whom he had relatively little communication at all thus far. He wasn't looking to make friends in this mission but it won't hurt for him to nod at the man inside the car as an acknowledgement that they'll be working as a team from now on. Hareeth was hoping that he could be done with this mission as soon as possible so he could move on with his usual hunting, so for the duration of the ride he remained silent.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Alvaro nodded back, but after seeing the man wasn't prone to start a conversation, pulled out his phone.<br>He was going to play Tetris until they got to the plane.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 17:40:09</strong>
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				Wagner nodded to Alexandrea, waiting for a moment for the car to begin to move. When they'd cleared the short incline out of the garage, the other two cars following behind closely, he finally spoke.<br><br>"Yes, I did," he said, "unlike the rest of the members recruited to the team, your situation is less, voluntary. I have been given a directive to ensure that you don't gain too much independence. However, I'm going to endeavor to make your life as easy as I possibly can, so you, and I, can do our jobs without too much difficulty. Does that make sense?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 17:59:22</strong>
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				Alex smiles slightly, still leaning back with her eyes closed.&nbsp; "It does make sense.&nbsp; I can't wander off too far anyway as I'm reliant on you to get my pills.&nbsp; Besides," she sat up a bit and opened her eyes, "I may not look it, but I <em>am</em>, or at least was, a marine.&nbsp; Even if I did have a brief tour of the underworld, I still intend to keep my oaths."&nbsp; She shrugs a bit, fiddling with her MP3 player in her hands, "I...understand why they did it.&nbsp; I may not <em>like</em> what they've done, but I understand why they're doing it.&nbsp; Things have been getting strange lately.&nbsp; They're trying to understand the strangeness.&nbsp; And besides, you can't exactly have an uncontrolled admitted predator just wandering around the populace.&nbsp; I mean...what would the senate homeland security and governmental affairs committee say?&nbsp; I'm sure the good senators would approve...undead menace to society, feeding on the life energy of the population at large, wearing an FBI badge."&nbsp; She gives a somewhat derisive snort and slumps in her seat.<br><br>"Gah...negative mood swing..."&nbsp; She rummages about her belt a moment and pulls out another container of pills and picks out a blue one, tossing it back without water.&nbsp; "Honestly, I'm less worried about what they think and more worried about coming to terms with it myself.&nbsp; Maybe.&nbsp; Eventually."
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 03:09:40</strong>
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				"Mmm," hummed Wagner with a nod, not seeming to want to respond to what Alexandrea had to say, but at least understanding. He reached inside his jacket to produce a silver flask, and took a deep drink from it, before putting it back.<br><br><hr><br>The trip took slightly less than the predicted fifteen minutes, and the cars drove straight out onto the tarmac after passing the security gate. The airport was very small, obviously mostly private. Their jet was waiting, a gulfstream 450. It had much more space than they required, twice as many seats, and a small sort of office table near the cockpit door.<br><br>Wagner stepped out of his car, straightening his tie when he'd stepped away from the door. He waited only for a moment, for the other cars to pull up, before he walked to the waiting steps of the front hatch.<br><br>Inside, the climate was very much that of executive travel. The seats were leather, and quite comfortable, and their badges, just as Wagner had said, were waiting, set out on the desk at the front of the plane. Wagner made his way there, moving to his seat at the very end. He already had his badge, but the case-files were waiting for him, and he picked up the six-inch thick folder, and sat down with it, flipping it open in his lap, waiting for his team to arrive, so the plane could leave, and the briefing could begin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 07:33:02</strong>
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				Alex follows Wagner onto the jet, stowing her limited luggage in the overhead compartment before finding her badge.&nbsp; With a smile (that she tries desperately, but failingly to suppress) she takes the badge and other information over to one of the comfortable chairs and waits for the others to enter and get settled.&nbsp; There really wasn't much for her to read in the mean time, but having something that smacked of identity again seems to act as a balm for her.&nbsp; Something that identified her as a being rather than a project.&nbsp; She simply curled up with the badge and looked it over in fine detail, turning her MP3 player up a bit and swaying her head to the beat only she can hear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 08:02:31</strong>
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				When the cars came to a complete stop, and they had reached their destination, or at least the first leg of their journey, Archer was relieved.&nbsp; Not because she didn't like traveling, or that she didn't like the company in the car, but it meant they were one step closer to their first mission, and therefore about to learn what said mission would entail.<br><br>She stepped out, grabbing her bag, and made it onto the jet; whistling in mock appreciation.&nbsp; She made short work of finding a seat, stowing her things away, and heading over to the conference table, scooping up her badge before finding a seat across from their new boss.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 15:18:59</strong>
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				Alvaro took more time to get in the jet. He was just moving more slowly now that the withdrawal symptoms had started. The mirrorshades were back over his eyes, too.<br>He found a chair for his own bag, than dragged himself to the conference table.<br>"And now we're going to learn why are the guys in Quantico sending this team, of all teams they've got", he mutters to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 18:26:15</strong>
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				The journey to the airport feels like forever to Hareeth but this is mostly his own making, while the one who is accompanying in the same car as him was busy playing games with his cellphone, Hareeth was apparently watching the scenery outside throughout the whole ride. Once they arrived to the airport, the car stopped just moments away from the plane itself. He saw the agent was already waiting for them outside his car and then enters the plane followed by the rest of the team.<br><br>Hareeth wasted no time stepping out of the car, took his small backpack containing his cloth and basic hunter equipments and then stepped onto the plane where it seems everyone have already taken their places. The sentinel took one of the back seat, put his bag at the empty seat beside him and as in the car, stare upon the scenery outside longingly. <strong>"Let's get this over then..."</strong>, he murmured to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hellion000</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 07:36:19</strong>
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				He nodded to the hispanic man in greeting and the divoted curve of his lips curled a bit more in a genuine enough smile. He didn't reply, but his body language was relaxed and casual and his attention was on the other man when he spoke. As Alvaro turned away, Jonas twisted his wrists just so.<br><br>The last out of the room, he handed the cuffs back to his erstwhile deliverer and collected what gear was allotted to him. He didn't do much more than look at the gun and accouterments before stuffing them out of sight and moving along.<br><br>He silently got in after Alvaro and Hareeth. "Hope you don't mind." Though the fact that he was getting in regardless made it clear he actually wasn't that concerned with their thoughts on the matter.<br><br>As the others settled in and relaxed in silence, he too sat back in the seat. After a moment of contemplating first one, then the other, he chuckled quietly then leaned back and closed his eyes. He wasn't asleep- merely letting the sounds of the others wash over him.<br><br>When they arrived he trooped dutifully onto the plane, examining it as they boarded. "Jetstream V? I do like traveling in style."<br><br>His voice was moderately impressed, though it might seem less him being impressed by the plane and more that they actually warrented such an expense. While he didn't radiate the casual wealth of the truly wealthy, both his mannerisms and dress spoke of intimate experience with a more rarefied and expensive world. He shook his head as he examined his badge, a faint chuckle escaping his lips as he shot a glance at the SAC. "I might be interested to know when you managed to get this picture."<br><br>A casual statement that was meant to fill the air, not engender a reply. He took his seat, carefully positioned to be close enough to Wagner to borrow some of the man's authority but not close enough so as to seem like he was hiding under the man's influence. Two seats down, then, and his head slowly turned to examine the placement of the others, taking in what information he could based on not only where, but when and how, they sat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 18:09:24</strong>
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				"Alright,"&nbsp; said Wagner, picking up a remote-control like device from the cabin wall next to him. He clicked it once a large flat screen rolled down over the small hall to the cockpit. Further back a corresponding projector clicked to life. The first picture up was, perhaps a hint of what was to come, though it didn't see all that supernatural.<br><br>On the screen it was a simple high-way, a crime scene by the looks of it, with a young black woman, lying naked in the middle of the road, no apparent wounds, but definitely dead, eyes still open.<br><br>"This," he said, "is our latest Jane Doe, every two days, a body has been found on this road. This one was found yesterday morning, which means we are expecting another by tomorrow morning. The victims are always adults, fit, and none apparently over the age of forty. Cause of death is unknown, no distinguishing marks on the bodies, and no apparent identity, even in the federal database."<br><br>He clicked the remote again, and the picture changed to photographs of each victim's face, obviously taken before an autopsy.<br><br>"So far, we have eight victims," he said. "The local sheriff called it in as a possible serial murder case. It got kicked down to us, because of this."<br><br>He clicked the remote again, and the picture changed into a bone, cut, with a variety of measurements along the side of the picture, height, weight, width, density, and others with less obvious meanings.<br><br>"This bone is from the first victim," he said, "its regional markers indicate the person lived in Louisiana, likely on a plantation, from about 1770, to 1800. This bone is two-hundred years old. It was found inside a victim who died two weeks ago. Two more victims have been tested, with the same results, give or take about ten years. DNA testing and analysis of bone wear, indicates that our victims all had the skeletons of plantation slaves from two-hundred years ago."<br><br>He pressed the remote to switch off the screen, and sat down.<br><br>"Any questions?" he said, this time seemingly, exhausted. He had questions, this time, and he wasn't sure he wanted them answered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 18:42:57</strong>
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				Archer had expected something of the bump in the night variaty, but what she hadn't exactly been prepared to see was dead bodies.&nbsp; They agitated her far more than she thought they would, but the only sign that she was really rattled was the slight twitch in her left hand, and a noticable thinning of her lips, as she pressed them closed tightly, in thought.<br><br>She did listen intently as Wagner spoke, soaking up the details, only half disbelieving of the autopsy findings.&nbsp; She, better than anyone, knew how precarious carbon dating and the like could turn out to be, especially if it wasn't done correctly, or if even a small mistake had been made.<br><br>"<strong>So what are we talking about here, Zombies?</strong>"&nbsp; She wanted to laugh at her poor excuse of a joke, and her voice did indeed hold a tiny hint of nervouse humor, but than she realized, that it was completely possible that they were talking about the walking undead, and wasn't that just barmy as hell.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 20:12:08</strong>
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				Alexandrea quirks a brow in curiosity as Wagner shows the various pictures.&nbsp; She'd seen bodies before, frequently in much worse shape than the ones being displayed.&nbsp; Hell, she'd been one, however so briefly.&nbsp; She kept mental notes on what was explained, keeping her eyes focused on the pictures to get any details worth while.&nbsp; She may not have been a forensic pathologist, but there could be clues nestled in the images.&nbsp; The odds of her picking something out that the labs had missed was...astronomically small, though.<br><br>She raises her hand slightly after Wagner's explanation, "when you say 'died two weeks ago' are you meaning that's when the body was found?&nbsp; Or is that what the lab is saying the data of death was?"&nbsp; She shrugs a bit, "I mean...if they were 'alive' until two weeks ago, that's something completely different from 'died two hundred years ago and was only found two weeks ago'.&nbsp; Still a bit creepy, but not necessarily X files."<br><br>She blinks a bit at Archer's comment, looking to her with an amused smile, "you're on a plane with a vampyre...is that so far off from zombies?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 20:30:09</strong>
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				Wagner stroked his forehead at the mention of zombies. He looked back up as Alexandrea spoke.<br><br>"By all indications, the bones indicate they lived, and died, two hundred years ago," he said, ",and their bones were from people long dead no different from what we'd find in a coffin from two-hundred years ago. Their flesh is another story entirely. They were all dead when they were discovered, by by liver-temperature, and every other measure, they'd been dead for less than a few hours. Every test comes up with the same result."<br><br>"It may not be x-files, but when a string of bodies show up, people who'd been walking around, by all evidence, until they walked down that road, with two-hundred year old bones. People with absolutely no paper trail. No finger-prints, no name, no ID, no possessions, and no missing persons matching their description, anywhere. We're here to explain the conventionally inexplicable, and conventionally speaking, this is completely inexplicable," he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 20:44:42</strong>
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				"And it not be zombies, whatever it is. Bringing forth de soulbound dead requires dat de body be intact, where two hundred years would rot de flesh off dose bones."<br><br>Mordechai looked to Wagner, frowning. "Be it possible that they simply be two hundred yeahs old? Dose greatly blessed wid de Gift can shun de touch of Death for many long years, if it be dere wish and will. I be knowin' a <em>houngan</em> a hundred and fifty years and younger-lookin' dan anyone in dis room; if dey be so old in truth, dey not be in your databases because dey were walkin' dis earth before you had databases."
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 21:10:04</strong>
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				"Possible," said Wagner, "but not likely. Every expert consulted was absolutely certain that the bones were approximately two-hundred years old, and in a living person, even a two-hundred year old one, the bones wouldn't show that kind of age. The dating can only tell us the death-date of the person who the bones originally belonged to. Furthermore, the nutrition and chemical markers in the bones show that the people who the bones did originally belong to, lived two-hundred years ago, likely as slaves. A long-lived person would have more recent environmental markers, modern chemical traces."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 21:20:35</strong>
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				"So de dead of centuries past are bein' found in de present, killed den and left now. If dis were de X-files, de obvious answer would be time travel, but I never be hearin' of time travelling corpses before. If it be magic in nature, dat be bad - messin' wid de past is a dangerous ting to do, for everybody."
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 21:40:55</strong>
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				Alex nods, "ah...so the markers are such that it appears that they were alive in the 1700's, early 1800's, then somehow skipped the intervening 200 odd years and died within the last two weeks?"&nbsp; She leans back to consider that for a bit, then shrugs, "had they eaten anything recently?&nbsp; I mean...did they find any evidence during the autopsy?"<br><br>She begins turning her seat side to side, thinking for a bit.&nbsp; "I don't know much about vampyre's, beyond what I've managed to work out for myself.&nbsp; For instance, I don't <em>have</em> to eat.&nbsp; Even if I do eat, I don't know how much, if any, of that material is used and integrated into my body...something I'm sure the lab boys figured out ages ago, but I don't get to read the reports about myself.&nbsp; Anyway...what I'm thinking is, if they were vampyre's, and if they either didn't eat or if they did and those materials don't incorporate, but still expended energy to appear alive, they would give every impression of coming from the time around their first death with no indication of intervening years.&nbsp; And if they had their essential energy drained, couldn't find anywhere to um...sustain themselves, or watched the sunrise, that could well explain it."&nbsp; She shivers slightly, sort of hugging herself, "not a pleasant experience."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 21:51:00</strong>
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				She sent the woman a small smile, the corners of her lips tilting up almost charmingly, before nodding, a thoughtful look falling over her face.<br><br>But than the idea of zombies went out the door when the impressive tall man she had shared a car with spoke up, and wouldn't he just be an expert on that sort of thing.&nbsp; She was sort of relieved when that option was cut out though, dead bodies gave her the willies, especially the walking dead, I want to eat your brains sort came in the equation.&nbsp; Not that she knew for a fact that they ate brains, she, admittadly, knew very little about actual zombies.&nbsp; Oh no, her specialty lay in other, less dead avenues...although that wasn't entirely true either, not that she was going to really dwell on that.<br><br>And than they were ruling out something else she didn't know about, which left her dry of ideas.&nbsp; Although to be fair, she wasn't exactly wracking her brain on the matter just yet, just filing away information until she had enough that made some kind of sense to her. <br><br>"<strong>Isn't there a way to tell if they're Vampires?</strong>"&nbsp; She didn't know much about Vampires herself, although she knew enough about them to know that they existed, since she's seen a few here and there along her travels.&nbsp; "<strong>I doubt the mundane coroners would know what to look for, but would we, when we get the chance to actually view the bodies in person?</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 22:01:37</strong>
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				"Actually, the rest of the bodies don't match their bones," said Wagner, "there is no evidence that these people ever worked a day in their lives, or even had lives at all. They were alive, to be sure, but they hadn't eaten anything, at all, and their hair showed no trace evidence of any variety of drugs that we could test for. Its more like...somebody managed to get old skeletons into new bodies, though apparently without harming the tissue at all. If you think their being vampires could explain the evidence that will certainly give us something to go on, but we still need to know why there is a series of two-hundred year old vampires, who used to be slaves, walking down a highway and dying looking perfectly human, instead of, well, feeding."<br><br>He turned then to Archer, his own face betraying his lack of knowledge about the answer to her question.<br><br>"You, and everyone else on the team will have to figure that part," he said, "it would be nice to have an answer, but I have no idea, vampires, zombies, fucking Elvis, its for you to figure out."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 22:39:58</strong>
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				Alex nods slightly to Wagner.&nbsp; "That's...a slightly different issue then."&nbsp; She ponders a moment, "have they done any DNA analysis?&nbsp; I'm curious if the DNA matches between the bones and the flesh."&nbsp; She shrugs, "but if we have a severe case of fucking Elvis...Elvi...Elvises...whatever, there may be other problems.&nbsp; Sasquatches in disguise maybe?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 01:18:43</strong>
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				"So de dead who are not dead, until dey are when dey should not be, and showing no traits of people as dey would if dey'd ever been alive. Can ya show de slide photos again for me?<br><br>Looking at each of the photos in turn, Mordechai committed them one by one to memory, while thinking to himself - well, not quite himself, <em>You be there and listening, Baron? Whatever's going on here, it might be that somebody be dippin' their fingers in your pie when they shouldn't be.</em><br><br>(Attempting a Difficult Perception test to detect if my Patron is making use of my senses. Perception: 1d10a2 Result: 12 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31984)<br>Rule of 10: 1d10a-5 Result: 2 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31985) = Total 14, so an excellent pass. A nice omen to start the game with.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 06:25:31</strong>
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				Mordechai immediately comprehends that the Baron is indeed making use of his senses.<br><br><hr><br>Wagner nodded to Alexandrea. "DNA shows that the flesh does indeed match the bones. More interestingly, three of them are from the same family. Two males, brothers, and their mother. Despite this, their apparent age is identical."
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 06:52:30</strong>
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				Alexandrea nods and considers for a bit, letting her chair sway side to side.&nbsp; "Definitely something x-files-y then..."&nbsp; she shrugs slightly, "I'm not certain how much help I can be on the strangeness front.&nbsp; If you need something shot or arrested, though, I'm your woman.&nbsp; De-boning the long dead and clothing them in new flesh is sort of outside my 'cuff or shoot' area of expertise."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 07:21:01</strong>
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				Archer found herself speaking up at the mention of De-boning and putting on new flesh suits.<br><br>"<strong>Is that even possible?</strong>"&nbsp; Her voice held a slight inquisitiveness to it, but it did not hold the full weight of her curiosity.&nbsp; "<strong>Creating new flesh over ancient bones that is.</strong>"&nbsp; She didn't look for an answer from Wagner, he didn't seem to be a huge authority on the matter, something she couldn't really fault him on, since she herself knew very little.&nbsp; Plus, she got the distinct impression that he preffered it that way.&nbsp; Instead her eyes traveled over the rest of the group, wondering if one of them, perhaps, would know the answer to her quary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 09:03:57</strong>
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				Alvaro shrugged.<br>"Why not? Who knows what is possible when someone makes deals with the Devil, and the saints aren't watching?"<br>He turned towards the agent Wagner, removing his mirrorshades for the first time. He looks tired, but his mouth is working.<br>"Let's say it was putting flesh on old bones. It's possible he just left them there when he didn't need them any longer. First, if anyone bothered to do that, it gotta have a purpose. Who has seen them, when alive? What were they doing? Second, why would anyone do that? Are there mystic places near the locations they were found? Or have there been any crimes in the vicinity, roughly the same time? Bonus point in an afroamerican female has been spotted!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 09:47:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Wagner looked to Alvaro.<br><br>"Two victims were seen when alive by passing drivers," he said, "they both reported believing they were drunk, or on drugs. Walking down the road. One of the drivers said that they honked, and slowed, attempting to get the victim's attention, but received no response. Mystic places, and the motive for doing it? I have no idea. No recent anomalies in crime, just the usual, one missing girl from a neighboring town, but small towns get runaways every year. Other than that there haven't even been any major crimes."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 14:39:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Could you get the guys in the research and information units to check for places about which there are superstitions?", Alvaro smiled.<br>"We'll check them on terrain, but its better to have clues. And I don't think any of us is a better historian than the experts... and while we're at it, these bones have to come from somewhere. Would you also ask them to check what cemeteries or other places have major quantities of bones from women that lived on plantations 2 centuries ago? And are there signals for disturbances on any of those sights, especially on the days or nights the bodies have been found? Vandalism would be the likely way to classify it, I guess".<br>He leans back and puts his mirrorshades.<br>"Unless I'm wrong, someone goes to a cemetery or similar place every couple of nights, and does something. There might be traces, too, which would count as vandalism... and we want to talk to that person".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 18:18:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good question," said Wagner, "no, we have to do our own R&amp;I. I may not be helpful, but we're resource limited at the moment, and although we can take cases, once we've got them, we can't co-ordinate with other units, or their resources. Hopefully the Sheriff can give us some information on that on-site. If we have to, we'll check the town-hall records and look for it ourselves."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 18:36:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex smirks a bit, "so...zombies not ruled out, yet.&nbsp; Stumbling around like they were on drugs or something...sounds like how I felt when I woke the first time.&nbsp; Maybe the magic that animates them ran out at dawn or something.&nbsp; If we get there close enough to one of the deaths I can check and see if there are any spirits lingering in the Threshold realms, but I'm sort of doubting it.&nbsp; Not a lot that I can do on the research side unless you can convince the Sheriff to open the library for us 24/7, or at least stay open a couple of hours after dark."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 23:40:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alvaro leaned back<br>"You can check the grveyards for signs of activity and night, Alex. Especially the ones with old bones. If we can find out which ones they are, I mean. We'll have to count on the local police for info, right? That's great", he started cleaning his mirroshades with his shirt.<br>"They're usually cooperative towards FBI. It's not like the feel we're invading on their turf and stealing the famespot. And of course, it's not like we are".<br>He put his mirrorshades and crossed his arms.<br>"No more questions from me. Shall we go?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 00:04:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexandrea shrugs a bit, "generally, only the recently dead stay in the Threshold realms, at least the bits I've seen of them.&nbsp; Besides that, I don't think that slaves were usually buried in the same cemeteries as everyone else."&nbsp; She smirks a bit, "and considering the nature of our little group here, I don't think that we're going to want the spotlight.&nbsp; Let them take the credit, for all I care.&nbsp; I'm legally dead, which could cause all manner of awkwardness if I start showing up in newspapers, to say nothing of the headline, 'vampire saves small town from zombie menace'.&nbsp; Not something USA Today, the Washington Post or Wall Street Journal are going to drop on the front page.&nbsp; If we do get any publicity, it's going to be in the Enquirer or Weekly World News or similar tabloids."<br><br>With that she leans back, pulling out her earbuds once more and slipping one into her right ear at obscene volumes.&nbsp; "I doubt we're going to get much more before we land.&nbsp; And given the time, I'm sure the rest of you want a nap before we land.&nbsp; It's the middle of my day, though.&nbsp; The nights are way too short this time of year..."&nbsp; She looks to Wagner, gesturing at the documentation, "do you mind if I do some reading through this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 00:41:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alvaro yawned, covering his mouth.<br>"Yes, but you can't tell them you're a vampire and so don't want the spotlight... sleep sounds good, though. I'll take the nap offer, I think".<br>He looked around for a more comfortable chair to get some sleep in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 09:13:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When the briefing ends, Hareeth had to admit it was rather brief and there's too many that needs clarifications. He saw the body of the dead woman on the screen and only briefly glances away due to his religious belief. He muttered some prayer in Arabic before turning his attention to the screen once more. The questions and answer session that follows between the FBI agent and his soon-to-be comrades is what interests him the most, without opening his mouth, he payed close attention to them conversing whereby many of the questions that he was going to asked was conveniently asked by the rest of his teammates.<br><br>When the subjects of vampyre and zombie was brought up, it completely caught his attention and he listens intently on the information exchange. To his surprise though, he had expected it to be a vampyre indeed for the whole hundreds of years old bones housed within a perfectly preserved body of the present reeks of one. Zombie had also crossed his mind but it just doesn't looked the part, after all he had fought plenty of them during his long career as a hunter to know that it just can't be one.<br><br>When everyone was finally satisfied with the information given to them, Hareeth held up his hand to catch Wagner's attention. <strong>"Excuse me for a moment"</strong>, he said, <strong>"but is there any way to know if the victim is a...<em>'gifted'</em> like many of those in this airplane?"</strong> <br><br><strong>"For all we know, the victims might as well be <em>'gifted'</em> with incredible power to prolong their life which would supposedly explain their youthful looks but with bones that dates back to a several hundred years ago"</strong>.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 09:52:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"While we're at it, they could be immortals, too, I guess!", Alvaro yawns. "But I'm yet to meet another one, much less eight. And then, their bones would be influenced by their most recent eating habits, so we wouldn't get called in the first place. I remain on the skeletons getting flesh theory... which has big enough holes to drive a bus through, too. But I ain't got a better one, yet".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 16:52:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Wagner looked to Hareeth, somewhat quizzically.<br><br>"If there is a way to find out, it will be up to us to find it," he said, "and as Alvaro said, if they were, something happened beyond that, and its happening over and over again, in which case, its our job to stop it."<br><br>He turned back to Alexandrea, and handed her the file, "be my guest," he said.<br><br>He buckled his seat's seat-belt, as the fasten seat-belt sign appeared at the front of the aircraft. Just after it did, the plane began to move, clearly moving down to the runway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 17:02:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex almost eagerly takes up the folder and begins perusing it's contents, only fastening her belt after hearing several others click into place.&nbsp; With that, she pops the other earbud into place at ear shattering volumes and settles in to read, head bouncing slightly to the music.&nbsp; Periodically throughout the flight she'd have to pause for pills, but for now the documents and music have most of her attention.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 18:32:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alvaro finds that the seats can be lowered to a degree. The head has a very comfortable place, too. And the movement makes you asleep...<br>He doesn't bother fastening his belt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 18:51:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hareeth nodded in acknowledgment to Alvaro's comment, <strong>"Hmm, I suppose you're right on that, If indeed they are immortal or a gifted who had prolonged their life, their bodies and indeed, bones, would have traces of the modern environment they're living in"</strong>, rubbing his chin, he began to contemplate his theory once more, and trying to find out any clue based on his experience as a hunter that could've unravel even a bit of information about this case. He made a note however to start researching on these peculiar incident once they've touched down soon.<br><br><strong>"Hmm, I guess you're right on that, though I have no skill to detect whether a person is a gifted or not once they are dead though"</strong>, he said in respond to Wagner's comment about it being their job to find out for certain which led Hareeth to believed that no other 'experts' had perhaps been sent to the morgue to perform a more specific and thorough examination of the dead bodies. <strong>"Though I do hope we get to examine these bodies? It'll certainly help our investigation for certain"</strong>.<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 18:59:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just to be clear," said Wagner, looking over to Hareeth, "we are not coordinating with local law enforcement. We might have to in some future situation, but this time, the investigation is ours, wholly within our jurisdiction. I don't mean to say that you ought not try to get cooperation, but we've got a job to do, and getting in our way during an on-going investigation is obstruction. We'll do what we need to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 23:23:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Archer had been listening to the conversation, but she had shown enough curiosity for her comfort, and was about ready to take a light nap to kill time before the local law enforcement was mentioned.&nbsp; She had no intention of coordinating with them; although she found it amusing that she was working with the FBI now, that didn't mean that she had somehow devested herself of her healthy aversion to the law.&nbsp; They made her skin itch, although the dangerous part of her took an almighty satisfaction in knowing she was above them....now.&nbsp; She found a seat, and buckled in just in time for the seat belt light to pop on.<br><br>"<strong>I'm fine with not coordinating with the law this time.</strong>"&nbsp; She gave them a small lip twitch, as if she had considered smiling, but decided against it in the face of the subject matter, and settled in for an admittable light sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>05-10-2011, 00:15:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mordechai nodded, looking around at the team. "This is de Southern States, after all, stayin' apart from de lawkeepers may be de best plan. Dey come in two types down 'ere; de ones who are racists, and de ones who are resentful 'cause everybody assumes dey are racists. Havin' to work wid&nbsp; an Arab, a black man, a Mexican, and two women might not go ovah so well."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 16:42:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the others start wandering off to take a nap, the vampire presses one of the buttons on the armrest of her seat, spotlighting her and the folder in the cone of the cabin reading light.&nbsp; The plane knifing through the air, winging its way south-west, she curls her feet up onto the seat and slowly peruses the pages, murmuring under her breath the various locations to the beat of the music thrumming through her earbuds.&nbsp; Part of her wishes she'd had a notepad and pen for note keeping, but setting the places to music helped at least a bit.&nbsp; Periodically she paused, rearranging the words a bit to fit the meme better, but there was only so much that could be done with place names.<br><br>((At 2011-10-07 09:35:21, ShamshielDF (uid: 2662) rolls: 1d10a2 Result: 11 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32088)))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 05:55:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexandrea is unable to find any new information or form any new connections with the evidence.<br><hr>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 07:21:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The flight itself was relatively short. Two and a half hours after take-off the small jet descended into the heart of rural Louisiana. As the plane's engines cycle down, Agent Wagner unbuckled his seat belt. Outside, the small airstrip is poorly lit, aside from a few stadium style lights illuminating the runway where the jet has stopped. The lights are attached to a small control tower, just tall enough to see over the trees.<br><br>"Alright," said Wagner, heading for the cabin door, "let's move out..."<br><br>Even before Wagner got the door a few muffled bangs could be heard outside, in rapid succession, almost like someone knocking on sheet metal. The plane lurched forward, and down, the entire cabin tilting down to the front, by about three feet. Wagner managed to stay on his feet, though only just barely. The plane, apparently at rest once more. Wagner immediately drew his weapon, and to a brief look out the cabin door window, before taking cover by coughing down below the level of the windows.<br><br>"Everbody down!" he called, loudly, though not screaming. The moonless night outside was pitch black, save for a very few illuminated spots from the runway lights, or those spotlighting the plane.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 08:40:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alvaro was just starting to wake up. He looked at Wagner to see the half-Chinese man drop down...<br><em>Was he taking cover? And the cabin was tilted, why?</em><br>"Qué los santos...", he stopped. "What's going on, Wagner, sir? Is that some kind of fucking Southern hospitality?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 14:34:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexandrea reacts even before Wagner calls for everyone to get down, rolling under the table she was sitting at in a quick, smooth action.&nbsp; A second later the pistol she was issue seems to appear in her hands as she quickly moved to the cabin door by Wagner, keeping below the level of the windows.&nbsp; In a low voice she murmurs to the agent in charge, "do you want me to go out and see what is going on?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 22:20:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alvaro grinned, pulling out his own piece.<br>"You're from the army, so it's better that I go first. Then you can see who shot me down and put him down. If you go, I'm not sure I could locate him, though".<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 23:23:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Archer made quick work of crouching down behind a stwardess cart that had conveniently rolled in her direction.&nbsp; She wasn't a stranger to gun fire, although she liked to avoid it at all costs, but she hadn't exactly been expecting such a greeting at an air port of all places.&nbsp; In her experience, unless the air strip was privately owned by less scrupilous people, something not at all uncommon in her line of work, air ports were too risky a place to so blatently start an old western shoot out.&nbsp; But bloody hell, she did not like being stuck in something that felt like a sardine can, while there was shooting going on outside.<br><br>She listened with half an ear as the others made suggestions about who should go out first, and for what felt like the hundreth thousandth time, Archer wondered if everyone who worked on the side of "law and justice" were as willing to jump into danger as this team seemed to be.&nbsp; <br><br>It was that thought, more than any, that had a grin spreading across her face.&nbsp; She was far too into this facade if she were thinking this cautiously, and she let out a shamelessly loud sigh of resignation.&nbsp; <em>So much for staying in character</em>.<br><br>"Why don't we just bypass the whole 'someone getting their arse shot' stage of this trip.&nbsp; I'll go, if it's okay with you boss?"&nbsp; She was sure that Wagner would have already read her file, so he would know what she meant by 'go' without needing her to spell it out. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 02:53:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wagner took a second to consider his options and then pointed to Archer.<br><br>"You go," he said, "for the control tower. We need to cut the lights on the plane, staring against those, we'll be blind no matter what. Once the lights are down, or in three minutes, whichever is first, Alvaro can breach the door, followed by Alex."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 17:47:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alvaro looks at his watch and presses a couple buttons on his wristwatch.<br>"Three minutes it is. Go, Archer! We all hope you don't get shot!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 18:39:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Their welcome certainly were less pleasant than Hareeth would have hoped. He wasn't asking for much though except that they could land safely and without any incident and now they got a gun battle in their hands. Hareeth was quick to dodge and then stay down and out of the range of the plane's window, though he sometimes tried to peer out hoping to pinpoint the exact location of the shooters. Unfortunately, just as he was about to take a peek out the window, a bullet flew right near him enough to compelled him to stay down throughout the entire shooting.<br><br>Then came the group's argument about who should sneak out of the plane and find a way to shut off the power to the airstrip, possibly so that they could all sneak out of the plane under the cover of darkness. <em>Good plan</em>, he thought and he would've done so himself except for the fact he's not very good at the whole sneaking around. <br><br>When the FBI agent finally chose Archer for the job, Hareeth was a bit surprised as the vampyre would've done a better job, atleast in terms of sneaking about and this is based on his experience of hunting down her kind but he reassured himself that Wagner would know what to do. Either way he reached out for his gun in the bag that had conveniently dropped to the floor from the compartment as the plane lurched downward, checking the bullets in the gun, he then turns to the rest of the group.<br><br><strong>"Perhaps it'll be best we are to give her a covering fire"</strong>, he suggested, <strong>"...distract them as she makes her way to the tower"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 01:01:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Archer wasn't all that surprised when she was chosen, she had spent most of her life making a career out of getting in and out of situations far tighter than this one looked to be after all; even if everyone except she and the boss knew that little tid bit.&nbsp; <br><br>The grin didn't leave her face, even as she started undressing.&nbsp; The fabric of her blouse wrinkling slightly as her fingers moved swiftly over the many little buttons that kept the blouse closed.&nbsp; As the material parted, what should have been the milky white texture of her skin being revealed, was instead shown to be an inky black cloth, stretched taunt against her body.&nbsp; When the blouse was finally dropped carelessly down to the floor, she moved onto her trousers, shimmying out of them, to reveal more of the black cloth beneath.&nbsp; Only when she was done, and she stood back up to stretch, was the full body, skin tight, lycra-spandex suit revealed, and she spent a few moments to tug the sleeves down tighter, and stretch a little more, knowing that going out into any situation unprepared spelled nothing but doom.<br><br>She spent a few more moments to move over to her jacket, her hands slipping into the hidden pockets that had been sewn into it's lining.&nbsp; She didn't pull out everything she kept hidden in it, but only the bare minimum.&nbsp; Which in this case comprised of a thin, dark length of rope, that she wound tightly around her body, it's end, that held a wickidly sharp hook, conveniently attached to itself so it would stay in place without moving.&nbsp; Two tiny, flat, cloth packages came next, and were tucked into her suit, creating small bulges that could easily be overlooked unless someone knew to look for them.&nbsp; Finally an ordinary pair of black gloves were pulled on, made from what appeared to be the same material as her suit, except for a slightly powdery texture, that could only be noticed if someone were close enough to inspect them properly.<br><br>Her hands reached up, gripping onto the hood of her suit, but paused before she could pull it over her head to complete the outfit, so she could turn and stare at Wagner, a look of concentration, and a hint of a question in her gaze.<br><br><strong>"I was planning on going out the baggage door, which I think, should be located on the bottom right hand side of the plane.&nbsp; It'll give me more cover, and it wont be as expected as the other exits.&nbsp; But this is your show boss, and I admittedly don't know this plane as well as I would, say a carrier.&nbsp; So if you think there's a better way off this flying sardine can let me know."</strong>&nbsp; She wasn't as comfortable with going over her plans, but knew that those who worked on the "right" side of the the law liked to be in the know, and to "work together."<br><br>She glanced at the others as they spoke, and inputted the timer on her wrist watch to buzz her when her allotted three minutes had passed.&nbsp; She was also grateful for the suggestion of a distraction, since it would make her job a little easier. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 03:24:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alvaro had started whistling a song when Archer started undressing. He made a face when it turned out she's dressed below her clothes.<br>"Wow, baby, you're a real ninja!"<br>Then he seemed to concentrate.<br><br>This only concerns Archer and barring the GM allowing it, you can't even know it's happening.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Archer</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Archer?", a voice said in her head. It sounded vaguely familiar.<br>"?Qué, chica? You didn't expect us to leave you risk your life all by yourself, did you? Listen, I'm going to try and locate whoever is shooting. If I manage it, I'll tell you the location immediately. And of course, you can think... back towards me. Just think "Alvaro, something", and I should hear it in my head. Best way to call for help there is!"</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 03:27:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexandrea quirks an odd smile as Archer changes, "nice outfit.&nbsp; Bonus points for sneakiness in the dark and tight fitting spandex...minus several points for lack-of-bullet-proofing, but I think with your figure you're still several points ahead in the end."&nbsp; To Hareeth's comment she nods slightly and adds, "bullets hurt like nobody's business, but unless they get amazingly lucky, or those are a lot higher caliber guns than it sounds like, I wouldn't be in any danger.&nbsp; I can at least distract any shooters while she finds cover.&nbsp; On the other hand..." she checks her issue side arm again, pointed at the floor and safed, "if I see one of them, and they aren't like some of us, they're going to need luck and a lot of kevlar."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 03:42:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Unless they're packing RPGs, I wouldn't be in any danger, period", Alvaro answered absent-mindedly now, looking in a point far away beyond the walls of the avion. "And they aren't, or they might have blown the fuel tanks by now. Now, that would spoil everyone's day... but I'm not that sneaky. Guess agent Wagner wants to capture them, since he's sending the sneakiest gal first, and I'm going second".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 00:12:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wagner looked to Archer and nodded. "There should be a utility hatch in the baggage room to the rear, it should let you out further back on the tail. Its a bit of a drop, but it should be closest to the darkness, hopefully they'll be focused on the door and windows."<br><br>He turned his attention back to Alvaro, Alexandrea, and Hareeth.<br><br>"Alright," he said, "we'll lay down some suppressing fire as she goes out. Without the light out, though, we won't be able to see what we're shooting at, but they will, so keep in cover, even you, Alvaro. I don't want you shot before the lights are out and we can put them down."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 04:10:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alvaro grinned.<br>"I don't like the feeling of being struck by bullets either, agent Wagner... going to funerals sucks even worse, though. Will keep in cover, of course! Well, as much as possible".<br><br>He pulls out his piece and moves towards the main door of the plane. And he waves to Archer.<br>"I'll start at your signal. Just think of it before opening the hatch, and we'll start shooting!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 14:03:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hareeth nodded at Wagner's order to lay a suppressing fire as Archer made her way out of the plane and onto the tower. The sentinels frown upon the act of killing humans but if a member is threatened then one must do anything necessary to keep one's life and after all, he reasoned, these people might be here to stop them from investigating these bizarre cases, they might even be related which is why he understood the need to keep at least one of them alive.<br><br>The sentinel checks his gun one last time and commented, <strong>"I never like using rifles but right about now..."</strong>, he sigh as he gazes up a window and see flares of gunshots outside, <strong>"...a rifle's range and firepower would be a boon to us in this situation"</strong>. He said referring to the fact that none of the passengers is carrying one.<br><br>Hareeth then walks to the nearby window and nodded to the FBI agent, signalling him that he was ready.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 15:38:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexandrea gives an amused smirk at Wagner's commands.&nbsp; "Suppressing fire...with a pistol...how many clips do we have available?"&nbsp; She shakes her head a bit then smiles slightly at Hareeth's comment.&nbsp; "An M16 would be nice about now...or an M14...something with more range, power and um...suppressing functionality."&nbsp; She shrugs and rummages around to find any spare clips that may be available.&nbsp; If she was going to suppress the locals, she'd like to do it properly at least, which meant she was about to chew through a lot more ammo.&nbsp; At Alvaro's comment she quirks a brow, "just think of it?"&nbsp; She shakes her head dismissively, "ask later..." and goes looking for a firing position of her own.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 19:51:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alvaro smiles back at the cute vampyre.<br>"Yes. Just thinking of it would be enough. Beats radio every day, doesn't it? And we're not going to manage suppressive fire...but if they're following us, it should draw attention away from Archer. Besides, the eye usually has trouble adjusting after seeing bright flashes... like, from the muzzle of a gun".<br>Then he gets into position and checks his piece. It's not a rifle, sure.<br>But he likes it better than rifles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 23:48:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Archer ignored the whistling coming from the Alvero character, but sent him a wink at his ninja comment.&nbsp; She wasn't one, but hell, if he came to that conclusion, instead of hitting on what she really was, than all the better for her.&nbsp; She did frown as his voice sounded in her mind, and she suppressed the shivers that wanted to run up and down her spine.&nbsp; She wasn't as comfortable with all this magic hoo ah, as she was with everything else, and it was a natural inclination to not like anyone being inside her mind.&nbsp; But fuck it, she'd ask him to stay out later, now it could prove to be useful, even if it were a bit distracting.<br><br>And than she was grinning at Alexandrea, because well, she had complimented her figure.<br><br>"Believe me, my experience has more of the 'get in and get out without anyone knowing I was there' quality, than actually dodging bullets.&nbsp; Believe me when I say I distaste the things with a passion that could only be compared to...well I can't think of anything else I distaste as much as bullets.&nbsp; But I'll think it over and tell you what I came up with when I get back."<br><br>And with that smart alleck reply, the rest of her attention was given to Wagner, nodding at his suggestion.&nbsp; A hatch in the rear of the plane would be better, hopefully whomever was out there wouldn't be expecting it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She moved quickly, pulling her hood over her head so only her eyes and mouth were revealed, and headed towards the back of the plane, finding her way quickly, since she had much more experience in these parts of planes than she did in any other parts.&nbsp; She found the hatch with the minimum of fuss, although it was partially hidden and out of view.&nbsp; Getting a firm hold on the handle that would release the lock and allow her to swing the hatch open, she tugged, gritting her teeth for a moment before feeling it give.&nbsp; Once it was open, she nodded to herself, since Wagner was right, it was a long drop down.&nbsp; Before she could hesitate, she gave the sign that she was leaving, and attempted a complicated acrobatic move that involved her swinging from the hatch to catch onto the nearest hold that would lead down to the landing gear, she could use to get down.<br><br>(Attempting a difficult acrobatic and stealth skill test to see if my character is successful at sneaking out of the plane.)&nbsp; <br><br>Acrobatics: 1D10a4 Result: 10<br>Stealth: 1D10a4 Result: 7<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>18-10-2011, 02:25:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mordechai makes no contribution to the pre-fight banter among his 'colleagues', instead turning to an empty patch on the floor and taking a small flask of rum from his pocket, with which he dribbles a circle, beginning to chant under his breath in Creole.<br><em>"Koute m 'non, Baron Dimanche, mèt la vivan nan lanmò. Koute m 'non, sibvansyon m' je yo atravè kote ou wè moun ki pral yo pou ou. Koute m 'non, kado m' devan je nan lanmò nan Pierce fènwa a."</em><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Translation", if you're curious</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hear me, Baron Samedi, lord of the dead. Hear me, grant me the eyes through which you see those who will be yours. Hear me, gift me the sight of death to pierce the darkness.<br></div></div>(Beginning to activate Death Sight 2, but I'm not sure exactly how this works.)<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>18-10-2011, 02:57:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alvaro keeps smiling, even while making the sign of the cross.<br>"iJesus, Maria y todos los angelos, guarda...nos!", he whispers, changing at the last moment.<br>And then he hears the sign of Archer. He screams "Now!" just before moving with a grace and speed most people haven't seen in him yet. His big frame pops the door open, crouches to present a smaller target, and in one smooth motion, starts putting bullets in the night, where it seems wise to do so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>18-10-2011, 03:57:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Koute m 'non, gwo Baron Dimanche, ranpli san mwen ak zo ki gen fòs ak favè nan lòt bondye yo pou m' ta kapab fè travay ou pi fasil ..."</em><br><br>Mordechai's chanting reaches a crescendo as Archer starts to open the rear door, softly pulsing black deathlights swirling up out of his impromptu ritual circle and into his eyes. The rush of Essence is, as always, intoxicating like the best of fine aged rums, augmented by the sudden burst of energy from tapping into his pact with Baron Samedi.<br><br>He closes his eyes, then opens them again, looking down at his hands with a smile. To anyone else, he would only be admiring his open hands - but to his vision, they were bare of skin or muscle, gleaming white bones clicking against one another without sound. The hands of Death, his hands were, and he wore them gladly. Skeletal fingers clenched around the grip of his heavy pistol, he huddled beneath the closest window, looking out into the darkness for the auras of his foes...<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Translation"</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hear me, great Baron Samedi, fill my blood and bones with the strength and grace of the gods so that I might do your work more easily...</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM Eyes only</div><div class="spoiler_body">Invoking my Boon of Vigor for +2 Str/+2 Dex/+2Con as well, successful with a 12. Death Sight was successful with a 13. Feel free to tell me what my teammates look like under Death Sight, if anything unusual - I decided to be proactively creative on what Mordechai, or at least his hands, look like to himself.<br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>18-10-2011, 05:57:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexandrea feels somewhat odd, expending rounds without a solid target in mind.&nbsp; She'll attempt to pick out targets in the dark, but for all the stories about vampires being able to see in the dark her eyes didn't see one wit better in the dark than they did before.<br><br>She settles into a shooters stance, holding the service pistol one handed and starts putting rounds down range at a steady, rapid clip.&nbsp; In the period a normal person would fire a single round she puts no less than four aimed shots down range with the precision of a metronome, her off hand holding a spare clip to pop in when the first empties.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attempting to notice anything...failing miserably: At 2011-10-17 22:51:32, ShamshielDF (uid: 2662) rolls: 1d10a5 Result: 7 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32327)<br><br>Then splitting actions for three additional shots per round (at that rate she has slightly better than 50/50 odds with the last shot on normal targets).&nbsp; I'm not going to bother rolling, unless there's some chance of getting astronomically lucky.&nbsp; Her first shot is at +11, which gives her really good odds of hitting what she sees, but if she can't see anything...<br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 03:52:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Archer was able to deftly fall to the tarmac and land gracefully. As she dashed toward the darkness beyond the lighted runway, her profile appeared larger than was ideal, presenting a target for a brief moment before she vanished into the inky darkness.<br><br><hr><br>As Archer was running from the plane, the group began shooting, none of them able to discern anything about who, or what, they were shooting at, though apparently, their efforts were successful, as when the return fire came a moment later, Archer was not its target.<br><br><hr><br>Mordechai's success in using his necromantic power presented terrible visions. The plane, the world, seemed to be a rapidly decaying ruin. Alvaro appeared just as he always had, no different, though at times parts of him would disappear, wounds and bullet-holes appearing and disappearing, seemingly at random. Alexandrea appeared like a corpse marionette, a spirit of her younger, human, self murdered, pulling the fine strings. Hareeth appeared to be a corpse, half decomposed, bones showing through in places. Wagner stood out, however, appearing to be half mist, his body becoming solid, at times, and at others, so incorporeal as to be a bit of mist inhabiting his clothing.<br><br>Faintly, some distance away, Mordechai could make out, beyond the light, a single dark aura.<br><br><hr><br>Return fire shredded the side of the plane, some bullets zipping through the windows, and other pinging around in the fuselage of the aircraft. One or two, obviously high-caliber rounds, made it into the cabin, though they mercifully missed everyone.<br><br>"Cease-fire!" said Wagner, ejecting his own empty clip and reloading. <br><br>Each of them had three clips, two remaining, save for Archer.<br><br><hr><br>As Archer made her way into the darkness, her eyes adjusted to the lower light, and suddenly the world seemed much clearer. Just beyond the runway were the trees, cut back only a few feet. Just inside the trees, beside the runway, was the tower, its lights still shining on the plane. It was clear that the control tower door had been opened, its industrial lock broken open. Inside, the lights were on, shining a streak out into the night. From where Archer was, it was clear from the look of the plane, that whoever was shooting at them were on the opposite side of the tower. In fact, it was obvious then, that if they hadn't shot the tires on the front landing gear, that they might well have succeeded in gunning down the team as they exited the plane.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 08:31:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alvaro crouched back, his back pressed to the wall. He kept grinning happily. No pain so far, which was good!<br>The man followed Wagner's example, ejecting his own clip and reloading.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Archer</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Can you see them?", he sent a thought to Archer. "If yes, just send me a thought about their location!"</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 13:49:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Before the cease-fire order comes, Mordechai takes aim and discharges several shots downrange in the direction of the dark aura. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2011-10-19 06:12:33, TheGlyphstone (uid: 4194) rolls: 1d10a8 Result: 18 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32350)<br>At 2011-10-19 06:13:11, TheGlyphstone (uid: 4194) rolls: 1d10a-5 Result: 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32351)<br>At 2011-10-19 06:15:17, TheGlyphstone (uid: 4194) rolls: 1d10a-5 Result: 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32352)<br>At 2011-10-19 06:25:29, TheGlyphstone (uid: 4194) rolls: 1d6a+3 Result: 4 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32354) - 20 damage.<br>At 2011-10-19 06:41:42, TheGlyphstone (uid: 4194) rolls: 1d10a7 Result: 8 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32355)<br>At 2011-10-19 06:42:03, TheGlyphstone (uid: 4194) rolls: 1d10a5 Result: 8 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32356)<br>At 2011-10-19 06:44:29, TheGlyphstone (uid: 4194) rolls: 1d10a6 Result: 13 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32357)<br>At 2011-10-19 06:46:04, TheGlyphstone (uid: 4194) rolls: 1d6 Result: 4 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32358)x5= 20 damage.</div></div><br>His last few shots emptied out at random to match the others, he smoothly discharges and reloads his empty clip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 13:58:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The storms of bullet began as soon as Archer broke away from the group to make her way to the tower and Hareeth wasted no time emptying his clips against the unseen assailants. The sentinel was careful however by not peering out the window for long and only occasionally took a peek. When the FBI agent shouted for them to cease-fire, he quickly dodged down, took out the empty clip and bolted in a new one and as he does that he noticed that some figures in the plane were praying in foreign languages, one of them he identifies easily as Spanish while the other eluded him at the moment.<br><br><strong>"You think she made it through?"</strong>, he asks, not caring who would answer him. He noticed that he has two more clips to go and so is the others and emptying their clips on unseen targets is just a waste of bullets so he was hoping that the thief had made it through so they could get out of the plane soon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 15:14:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexandrea empties her clip in a matter of seconds, quickly flipping to a spot between two windows for cover.&nbsp; More holes appear in the fuselage where she had been standing a moment before, showering the area in the remnants of the window.&nbsp; At the command to reload the clip in her off hand slides home as the empty falls from the weapon.&nbsp; Once the clip locks in place, she catches the falling clip and slips it into a separate pocket from her other loaded clip and allows the slide to lock home once more.&nbsp; "This is fun...when we get back can we requisition either larger clips, more clips or something with a box?&nbsp; I'm not complaining, but...suppressing baddies with 15 rounds each it more of a challenge than I was anticipating, even with the FBI..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 17:15:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Mordechai finished firing the dark aura he could see flattened out into a small sort of streak on his vision, some distance away. As it did, it began to fade, slowly getting weaker and weaker.<br><br><hr>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 23:15:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a short moment there when she thought she would be spotted by whomever had the team cornered, but when no one shot at her, she felt the short even breaths she was taking loosen up a bit.&nbsp; But that only lasted a moment as she felt the muscles in her body tighten again, and she kept on running towards her desired destination, knowing that she didn't have all that much time to complete her side of things.&nbsp; <br><br>Adrenaline pumped through her body, and she felt herself slip back into all her old tricks.&nbsp; Retirement had been boring, to say the least.&nbsp; If she were really honest with herself she had missed all this, running through the darkness; stealing into the night, in more ways than one, saturated her blood, and this was as close as she had come to it in a very long time.<br><br>She paused as she came close to the control tower, taking it all in, and not for the first time that night, feeling bewildered.&nbsp; If whomever was out there really wanted them dead, than they could have just waited for them to get off, and than shot them.&nbsp; But they hadn't waited, and instead had them pinned down, like some weird game of cat and mouse.&nbsp; She shook it off, and continued forward, glad that she could see clearly, now that there was some distance between her and the plane.<br><br>She moved closer to the broken in door, professional eyes taking in it's lock, and she snorted to herself mentally.&nbsp; It was obvious, by all the gun fire, that whomever was responsible for this didn't care about drawing attention to themselves, so the way the lock had been broken wasn't really all that surprising.&nbsp; But she wasn't stupid, and there was still a chance that whomever had broken into the tower could still be there.&nbsp; So she moved through the opening, listening intently for the sounds of voices or anything else that might give away the presence of something living inside, even as she searched out the controls that would allow her to shut down the tower lights.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alvaro</div><div class="spoiler_body">Her concentration was broken when the sound of that disembodied voice, Alvaros voice penetrated her mind once again.&nbsp; She would have cursed out loud, but she wasn't as ill trained as all that.&nbsp; She'd hated having someone in her head, but she hated that she didn't know anything about the ability that allowed Alvaro to do it.&nbsp; The paranoid idea that he could read her mind had her nervous to an uncomfortable level, and she shut down any stray thoughts unrelated to what she should be doing at the moment.<br><br>"I can't see them in any detail, but I can see that the ones shooting at you aren't over here.&nbsp; If you're going to aim at something, aim at the side opposite the tower, away from the light.&nbsp; I'll have it down before you can spell Trans-Atlantic flight from hell."</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 01:02:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alvaro smiles, nothing new here.<br>But his eyes are getting more alive now, as he turns to Alexandrea.<br>"You wanted a target? Our spotter said, the bastard that's shooting at us is at the side opposite the tower, away from the light. She'll have the light down... guess she doesn't want us to become deers in the lights. Smart girl, she is!"<br>He makes sure his gun is ready to shoot.<br>"Shall we go meet them in person?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 03:57:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexandrea returns Alvaro's smile, save with a pair of petite but functional fangs.&nbsp; "I would be <em>delighted</em> to make their acquaintance."&nbsp; Her hand flexes around the grip of the pistol as she looks in the direction he pointed out.&nbsp; "Have to wait for the light...don't want to make ourselves pretty target silhouettes for our vic...er...friends..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 12:21:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alvaro nods.<br>"Yes, we wait. If we need to go, let me take the brunt of the fire. If I get shot, I count on the lot of you to bring them down before I'm over recuperating!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 06:49:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Archer proceeds deeper into the Tower, she strains her senses for any hint that there might be anyone near by.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Perception Test</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolls a difficult Perception test, adding Notice. 1d10a7 Result: 9 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32425)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>26-10-2011, 19:49:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There's a clear discomfort expression on Hareeth's face and he was extremely alarmed that they had limited clips and the enemy just keeps pounding them and having a more advantageous position than they are in. He doesn't like this at all, being trapped in the plane and he just wish the thief could get on with whatever she is going to do with the tower. His brash side just wished that he could just get out of the plane and charge at whoever is shooting at them, rather than sitting duck here and become target practice.<br><br><strong>"Or we could all go and all of us might just get out of this situation in one piece..."</strong>, He responded to the banter going on between Alexandrea and Alvaro, <strong>"...after all, I always find that having less bullet in your body increases your chance of survival"</strong>, Hareeth is clearly referring to the fact that if all of them move away from the plane at the same time, whoever is shooting at them would have a hard time discerning between targets. He had been in this position before and while that may not seem like the wisest move, it did, like he said, makes it a lot likely that all of them are going to emerge from this alive and hopefully in one piece.<br><br>Slowly he peered out the window just above his head, hopeful that he'll be able to discern something about whoever is shooting at them and prays that there's no sniper amongst them or he'll found a bullet up on his temple in just a second.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolls a difficult Intelligence Test, adding Guns. &nbsp;rolls: 1d10a8 Result: 18 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32468)<br>rolls: 1d10a-5 Result: 1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32478)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 14:53:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alvaro nodded, grinning widely.<br>"Near as I can tell, you're right. Having less bullets in your body would seriously increase your survival chances!"<br>Then he turned to Alexandrea.<br>"When the lights go out, or on the count of 100? If she can't take them down until then, Archer's probably having trouble. She can always call me back for help, but only if she's conscious".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 16:27:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexandrea nods slightly, "that works for me...if the lights go down, we both go for shooters, if they don't, I go for Archer, you distract shooters?"&nbsp; She shrugs slightly to Hareeth, "some of us worry less about bullets than others.&nbsp; On the other hand, some of us worry about sunburns more than others, and contrary to the situation that holds at the moment, one is usually much more prevalent than the other."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 03:53:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Archer was unable to hear or see anything to indicate that anyone was inside of the control tower.<br><hr><br>Hareeth, still inside the plane, noticed a single bullet-hole that had penetrated the opposite side of the plane from the direction of the incoming fire. Although most if the bullets that had made it through the fuselage were coming in a slight upward angle, this one was pointing well downward, and indicate, beyond a doubt that someone was shooting from behind the lights, inside the control tower.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 08:15:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=119044.msg5395523#msg5395523">Quote from: ShamshielDF on 27-10-2011, 16:27:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Alexandrea nods slightly, "that works for me...if the lights go down, we both go for shooters, if they don't, I go for Archer, you distract shooters?"&nbsp; She shrugs slightly to Hareeth, "some of us worry less about bullets than others.&nbsp; On the other hand, some of us worry about sunburns more than others, and contrary to the situation that holds at the moment, one is usually much more prevalent than the other."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Alvaro looked back at her.<br>"One thousand and eight... agreed, of course it works... one thousand and ten".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 08:47:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took a few more minutes to listen carefully for any signs of inhabitants, and only moved further into the tower when she couldn't sense anything.&nbsp; Moving forward, her body still a bit weary, although her pace had picked up considerably, she made her way to and up the stairs to reach the very top of the tower.&nbsp; For a moment she wondered how the others were doing in the plane, but than dismissed such thoughts as an unnecessary distraction, and refocused on the job at hand.&nbsp; Her watch hadn't gone off just yet, so she she had time; but she didn't want to push it, so quickened her pace.&nbsp; The door, she assumed, that lead to the control room loomed up ahead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 14:27:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Hareeth peered outside the window, the first and perhaps the most difficult thing for most people to notice was a single bullet-hole at the opposite side of the plane and while this seems normal at first since it came from the direction of the shooters, the bullet-hole position strikes him as odd considering that most other bullet-holes seems to point out that their mysterious assailants were shooting from the ground or from somewhere lower than they are now but this one particular bullet-hole seems to suggests that it's shooter must have been from somewhere higher, and that's when he noticed one other direction that maybe the possible origin of the bullet.<br><br><strong>"Damn it..."</strong>, he murmured on his own, suddenly realizing something but then turns to the rest of his trapped comrades in the plane, <strong>"I think there's another shooter in the tower"</strong>.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 15:21:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"One thousand thirty-eight...What?"<br>Alvaro blinked. "Santa Muerte nos guarda!"<br>He lifted his hand, palm towards them, and closed his eyes. Internally, he was almost screaming. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dis (and the GM)</div><div class="spoiler_body">"ARCHER! Archer, Hareeth thinks there's a shooter at the tower! Beware!"<br></div></div>After a brief moment, he opens his eyes and looks at the rest of them. And he nods at Alexandrea.<br>"Think it's time to go for us, isn't it? You go help her, I'll draw the fire from the other one... at least that much I can do. Hareeth can try and hit him from here, or whatever he can think of!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>31-10-2011, 00:55:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex looks to special agent Wagner, "permission to localize and neutralize rifle shooter, and render assistance to Archer, sir?"&nbsp; She checks her weapon again and looks outside quickly.&nbsp; If she were breathing, she would probably be giggling from the adrenaline rush.&nbsp; Instead she's just smiling sort of oddly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>01-11-2011, 23:25:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Archer had already opened the door and had one booted foot inside the control room, when Alvaro's inner voice intruded in her mind again. Her mind was firmly concentrated on the task at hand and her whole body was already tense, but she stiffened even further as the full meaning of his words hit her, and she swore quietly to herself as her eyes searched out a potential opponent.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolls a difficult Perception test, adding Notice.&nbsp; 1d10a7 Result: 9 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32586)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 16:56:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Archer looked into the room, unable to discern any shapes in the dark inside it, a small click could be heard, associated with the sound of a wire, like that from a piano wire being plucked, or perhaps, being pulled tight. The small sharp sound of a pin being pulled from a grenade, the flash and impossibly loud bang briefly lit up the control tower like a torch, and sounded like someone was firing artillery.<br><br><hr><br>Wagner looked to Alex, and then to Alvaro. He nodded, and then said, "granted. You and Alvaro first, and make it into the dark quickly, we'll need to take them out as quickly as possible. Hareeth and I will secure the tower."<br><br>Just as he finished speak, a noise like a cannon firing could be heard outside. However, just as it did, the world seemed to change. Kind of pulse exploded in the plane, an expanding disc of a white kind of aura exploding from his body as he disappeared. A moment later the world was completely quiet. Where Wagner had been crouching, nothing remained, and indeed, even the shooting outside had utterly stopped.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 20:24:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alvaro gasped, then turned and darted for the door. The windows were too small for his frame to fit trough.<br>"Time to avenge him", he growled. Sometimes, it was good to see red!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShamshielDF</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 04:26:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex flinches away from the windows at the flash and noise from the explosion washes over the plane, inhuman reflexes pulling her into cover between the light and the noise.&nbsp; She blinks a bit as Wagner disappears, shaking her head, "what the..."&nbsp; Something was definitely odd about that.&nbsp; The sound wasn't quite right and the suddenly exploding/disappearing boss was unusual in the extreme.<br><br>With a nod to Alvaro she gives a decidedly feral grin and her body begins to twist, fangs elongating as claws tear their way from the semblance of mortal flesh.&nbsp; Skin distends and flesh warps as she takes on a horrifying visage of nightmare made reality, of fear become being.&nbsp; Even before the flesh finishes shifting she pivots and moves to the nearest exit at her full speed, half opening, half tearing the door open in her rush to exit the craft.<br><br>((She wants to make certain she is ready to deal with anyone/anything around the craft as she leaves, hence using Manipulations of Flesh to assume a horrific, combat visage.&nbsp; Then exiting the craft as quickly as inhumanly possible.&nbsp; I leave it up to PtPb/the players if they want to deal with fear tests.&nbsp; Spending 1 essence for the changes...she figures she's going to be getting some essence back shortly anyway ^_^ ))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 23:17:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the chilly darkness of the control tower enveloped Archer, she strained to see or detect any hint of the enemy.&nbsp; Alvaro's warning still very much fresh in her mind, she was conscientious of the possible danger, as well as the knowledge that she still had a job to do in an increasingly short amount of time.&nbsp; And than the familiar sound of a wire being pulled met her ears, and the last thought she had, before hearing the tell tale sound of a pin being pulled from a grenade, was <em>Bloody Hell</em>.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolls a constitution test: 1d10a3 Result: 12 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32832)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 12:55:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wagner began devising a plan of action to finally get them all out of the plane and it couldn't have come sooner, Hareeth thought, as the sentinel hunter was getting nervous the longer they are in the plane, as if his intuition warned him of the increasing danger of staying in the plane for too long. Hareeth nodded at Wagner when he said that the both of them will secure the tower and straight away tried to make it to Wagner's position but that entire plan turned to scrap when the next thing he heard or saw is a blinding flares going off where Wagner is crouching and a loud bang.<br><br>It felt like an eternity to him but when he finally gain consciousness once more he felt a terrible throbbing at the back of his head. His vision was blurry at first but after a while it all came back to him and only then did the full realization of the situation finally hits him. They were attacked and Wagner was the casualty.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Time to avenge him"</div></div><br>He heard Alvaro said. Although a bit disoriented, he wasn't about to miss the chance to bring hell to whoever had been shooting at them and although he barely knew the FBI agent, he was still one of them and revenge can be a sweet thing as he knows for sure. Hareeth nodded at Alvaro, <strong>"Finally, I've had enough of them and of this plane, let's make them pay..."</strong>.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WitchCraft[IC] - Mysteries Among Old Bones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>18-12-2011, 09:33:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alvaro was first out the door, quickly overtaken by the now inhuman shape of Alex, Hareeth taking a moment longer.<br><br>Outside the plane, there is no more sound. No gunshots come from any direction, and the trees are suddenly quiet, extremely quiet, with not even the faintest chirping of a cricket. As their eyes adjust, all three can tell that whoever was in the trees, is now gone.<br><br><hr><br>Archer's reaction comes a fraction of a second too late, as the deafening sound and blinding flash assault her senses. However, her vision clears in three seconds, and her ears, still ringing, begin to return to normal, as though coming up from being underwater momentarily. As her vision clears, it is obvious that she trigged a simple trap, but the control tower beyond the door is empty. Inside, is an array of control panels and radio equipment, along with a dark blanket which is lying on the floor in heap below the window which faces the plane, and a scoped rifle lying on the floor in front of it, as though dropped suddenly.<br><br>on the floor, just beyond the door, is the spent stun-grenade.
			</dd>
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