Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem
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				Title: <strong>Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>19-08-2022, 21:52:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5b/7d/ca/5b7dca6f2af151cfdac3e08e2f48f073.jpg)</div>OOC Scene 1, Post 1.<br>Characters: Danielle and Taryn<br>Location: Wanda's Fish Farm<br><br>The first scene will introduce an essential NPC- Frank McDonagh. Frank works vaguely for The Department of Homeland Security and is part of a South-West Counter-Terrorism group. Officially, the group handles anyone or anything that could potentially be terrorist-related. Unofficially and in Supernatural circles, the group picks up any crimes that might be Supernatural and ensures that there is no hint of the supernatural.<br><br>Taryn is Frank's go-to Imp to clean up crime scenes Frank doesn't want to be investigated. Let's say Frank owes Taryn a debt. <br>Frank helped Even with getting some legal paperwork for Danielle. We'll say that Evan owes Frank a Debt. In this case, it's related to Danielle's two debts to Evan for providing a place to stay.<br><br><hr>As Taryn is getting set up for the evening in his bar. He received a Text Message:<br>Frank: Clean-up Needed. I need your personal attention. &lt;GPS Coordinates&gt;<br><br>As Evan and Danielle were sitting down for dinner, Evan's phone buzzed with a text message.<br>Frank: Gotta Problem. Come and bring that Woo-Woo Lady of yours. &lt;GPS Coordinates&gt;<br>&nbsp;<br>The GPS coordinates took both groups outside of Las Vegas Suburbs and into the high hills. Darkness has fallen, and the two-lane road appears to be going nowhere. However, the GPS coordinates led to a police cruiser with its light on, parked next to a large sign proclaiming, "Wanda's Fish Farm - Every Bite is Magical." The police officer checks their Driver's Licenses against a list before. Waving them on, <strong>"Follow the road up past the House and to the Industrial Buildings. Someone will meet you there."</strong> The group followed the directions to be met by a person in plain clothes, although they had a DHS badge on a lanyard, who directed where to park. There were several vehicles already parked there.<br><br>The scene was a curious mix of pastoral and industrial. Small ponds are crafted to fit into the environment with trees and shrubs planted around them, mixed with concrete ponds. Similarly, a beautiful wooden building appeared to be a combination of a restaurant and shop that hid several concrete structures. Four harsh industrial lights highlighted the crime scene. Someone had staked out a woman in the desert. However, it was not a mortal woman. In death, her glamour had disappeared to reveal gills and a blue-tinged skin. As well as slight webbing between fingers and toes.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Frank McDonagh approached the group. His clothes were wrinkled, and his face had stubble. It appeared to have been a long day for Frank, and a lot was still to be done. Frank looked at Taryn and then pointed at the body on the ground, <strong>"The body is the simple part of this mess. Most of the staff here are either Supernaturals or illegal aliens. No one is gonna raise a fuss."</strong> Frank point to some etching on a rock face above the body. <strong>"Evan, can you tell me what that means? I think it is Fae."</strong> and then he looked at Tayrn, <strong>"Once he's translated it. I need you to turn it into some random satanic graffiti. We're gonna write this one off as some satanic ritual."</strong> Frank sighed <strong>"That way, if the idiot does this again, we can deflect.</strong><br><br>Evan looked at the etching. He went pale and gulped, muttering <strong>"The rumors are true."</strong> Then Evan turned to the others. <strong>"Like many Fae communications, it's cryptic and relies on other knowledge. The literal translation is - Bow to Shadows, or see your fate."</strong> <br><br>Evan walked up to the etching and sniffed, <strong>"Blood, likely the Naiad's blood, is soaked into the rock. Implying that death is your fate if you avoid the first portion of the statement. In terms of Bow to Shadows, this statement relies on what was until now a rumor. The rumor that a Fae, self-titled Lord of Shadows and Blood, has come, or been exiled, to the mortal realm."</strong><br><br>Evan sighed and shook his head, <strong>"Those of us in Las Vegas have bitter memories of the Fae Courts, where the more powerful brutally subjugated the weaker. I fear whoever did this intends to establish a court here in Las Vegas."</strong><br><br>Evan gave Danielle a sad look, <strong>"My father is a mercenary, always seeing people as assets rather than humans. It was why he took you in."</strong> Evan started to reach out to Danielle, but his arm stopped in mid-reach, <strong>"I wish I could say that I'm better than my father. However, the grim truth is that there will be a lot of misery, suffering, and death, even more, if this Lord of Shadows and Blood succeeds. We could use your help."</strong><br><br>Frank smiled at Danielle, <strong>"He's right. Mortal or not, gangsters follow a pattern when taking over new territory - Kill the old, terrorize the innocent. Your boyfriend probably already has a target pasted on his back."</strong> Frank got serious. <strong>"The CSI folks have been over the scene with a fine tooth comb. We got bupkis for clues - not even a footprint. So either you can give us something to go on, or we're waiting until this guy strikes again."</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>20-08-2022, 03:31:35</strong>
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				(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><br>"You will owe me for this," Taryn said as she looked over the situation. She hated most of this. She hated being awake this early in the morning, she hated being outside the city, so far away from her beloved club and with the relentless sun beating on her. And, well, she wasn't exactly a fan of working with Frank. Certainly, his department were good enough costumers. Calm, discrete, paid well and promptly, but, well, most of the jobs she did were about keeping things from them. And Frank had to know that.<br><br>Still, there was a job to be done and she needed to stay professional. "How much time I have and how of a close inspection do you need this to pass. And does she need to look like her glamoured self?" She crouched down next to the corpse, careful not to get any of it on her, Swift outfit, expensive just as it was skimpy. This blood? Won't pass inspection as a human's. Will you need samples? Simplest thing, I get Annie here, do some simple makeup, gt a few photos, then take care of the body." Of course, Annie wasn't her real name. She wasn't about to give away trackable information about the people who worked for this part of her operation to anyone, a government agent even more so. "Second option, Luis bringing in a body, it will be female, about her age and you won't ask where it came from. And he'll take this one and it won't bother you again." She got up. "Everything after that gets more complicated. That means more time and more cost. The graffiti's easy enough, at least. We can scratch out the rock and overwrite. Do some bold spray can stuff. Or we can be subtle, like you said, but no one's going to bother looking closely. No one ever does, if things look like they think they should. But we can do subtle, too, but, again, more complicated. She took out her phone and tapped out a bit. "Either way, Annie's sent your phone some samples. You can go ahead and pick something you like."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>20-08-2022, 12:48:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Monsterpoh02.jpg)</div>Danielle had been up early that day as she personally catered to a group of Fae staying at the Wonderland Resort who employed her services of clairvoyance. Like every time she did this for anyone, she claimed she was not a psychic or medium. She did not have power to contact those who have passed on nor were her visions ever literal. Much of her visions were open to interpretation and therefore, she had advisors who would try to decipher them to the best of their abilities and more often than not, failing at it. Such a job took a lot out of her and by the early afternoon, her powers had fatigued her, enough that she retired to her cottage for a nap.<br><br>She only intended to rest for a couple of hours, but a vision overtook Danielle in her quick slumber. Danielle was with Evan on a moonlit night, his familiar Fae gentleman demeanor and his affectionate gestures that time and time again, she refused. They were out on a walk together, where exactly was not seen. They were hand-in-hand to begin with, but once it felt like Evan had stopped, she turned to see her benefactor's hand on his cheek. Exposing it revealed a fine cut, blood dripping from the wound. They ran from this unseen force, but Evan could not escape the invisible blows to his body. Danielle was unharmed in the ordeal, though Evan quickly became weaker and weaker.<br><br>Then there was a light in the distance, to which she pulled Evan with all of her strength. She cradled her benefactor in her arms, a gesture he'd personally wanted one of these days, though preferably not in this state of wounding and debilitation. Just as she thought the unseen threat would deliver its killing blow, a radiant suit of armor and equally bright sword appeared, thwarting the threat in a dance around the duo. There were screams of pain in the darkness, but they did not come from Evan. Before she could see the finale, her eyes opened. She was back in bed in her cottage, her brow saturated with sweat. <br><br>After cleaning up, she prepared herself for dinner. A meal with Evan was always something she looked forward to, for the chefs at the Wonderland Resort were the best in their field, but after witnessing that vision, she was a bit distracted and not her usual self. It didn't seem like Evan noticed. Danielle tried to find a suitable time when they were not eating so she could reveal her recent vision to her benefactor. Yet, in the middle of their partaking of food, Evan got a text on his phone. She hoped such a text did not lead him out to a moonlit night where she would walk with him holding hands. Evan sighed and looked across the table, first at Danielle and then to the small feast set between them. <em>”I'm sorry, Danielle. We will have to cut dinner short. I just got a message from our contact Frank. You remember Frank, right?”</em><br><br>Danielle nodded solemnly. She could recall the last time Frank asked Evan to bring in someone who could read between the supernatural lines of scenes that mortal crime scene investigators had no clue in deciphering. Conveniently, Danielle required paperwork that Frank would provide in exchange for one favor. She remembered it was a mortal who was viciously murdered in any alleyway by a solitary supernatural. If she could recall, there was an Imp providing cleanup at the scene. Danielle easily touched upon a personal effect of the victim, uncovering clues that led Frank to the culprit.<br><br><em>”We owe Frank this time, so he's asked me to bring you along. I think you'll need to get a coat,”</em> Evan said, his face apologetic. Danielle removed herself from the table outside of her cottage, where they usually had dinner under a starry sky only made possible by Fae magic, which filtered out the light pollution from the city and revealed the Milky Way unhindered by Earth's atmosphere. She went inside and quickly donned a white hoodie with square printing of Las Vegas at night (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2f/cd/ed/2fcdedd5bd95ff79eb79f9701c42ab20.jpg) and returned to a waiting Evan.<br><br>They used the private garage and got into one of the smaller SUV's, complete with a driver. The GPS coordinates took them out of the neon-bright sea and even out of the suburban patches on the outskirts of the city. It was dark the only source of illumination was the two headlights of the small truck they were riding in. It seemed the route took them well away from the city, until they passed a hill, after which they was a police cruiser parked next to a sign in the middle of nowhere. <strong>”Wanda's Fish Farm,”</strong> Danielle read aloud. The officer directed the driver to follow the path towards the industrial buildings. Once at the industrial buildings, there is a plain-clothes officer with a DHS lanyard directing them where to park, alongside a number of other vehicles, probably those belonging to CSI.<br><br>She stepped out of the truck, but before she joined Evan to be led to the apparent crime scene, she knocked on the window of the driver. He rolled the window down, but only enough so that he could hear her. <strong>”I don't suppose you could join us over there. To keep an eye out for any trouble? I just have a bad feeling tonight,”</strong> Danielle tried to convince him with her request, even looking towards Evan to emphasize her request was for her benefactor rather than for her. She hurried to Evan's side, wondering if the driver would deliver on her request or not. When she returned to Evan, she wrapped an arm with his, though hoped her recent vision with him as the focal subject wasn't coming true any time soon.<br><br>At the crime scene, they met with Frank. Judging from his unkempt outfit, it looked like he had been out here for a while. Taryn had arrived around the same time as them and was directed by Agent McDonagh for a clean-up of what appeared to be a supernatural with aquatic apparatuses, notably gills and webbed fingers and toes. There were no wounds obvious to Danielle, but it was clear the female supernatural was killed, evidence by the pool of blood underneath the body. On a rock face above the corpse, there was an etching of some language that she had no knowledge of, though this was why Evan was called out here as well. Apparently, the text was Fae, something she had trouble even studying.<br><br>She stayed back, surveying the scene, mostly looking for something or someone that could be a danger to her benefactor. Danielle listened to Evan's translation of the text and her heart too sank at the message. It was most notably <em>Shadows</em> that caught her attention. Was this <em>Shadow</em> the very same unseen assailant in her vision? She wondered of her bigger prophecy and her destiny which led her to Evan in the first place. Was this <em>Shadow</em> the dark force Evan was foretold to fight against? Did it control or embody that dust storm on the horizon?<br><br>What Evan was explaining seemed serious. Never had he divulged any rumors or any of the Fae politics in this detail before; then again, she had yet to tell him of her most recent vision. It didn't seem the time or the place to tell him just yet. He turned to her Danielle, giving her a sad look and explained the intentions of both himself and his father. While he wouldn't use her as only an asset like his father would, it would be terrible if her power did not help the case in the very least.<br><br>Frank addressed Danielle and she would turn her head to the agent. He agreed with Evan, explaining the modus operandi of gangsters being similar to what this rumored <em>Shadow</em> would do once it established itself in the city. He mentioned that there was probably a target painted on Evan's back, reminding her of her earlier vision. Frank pleaded with her, explaining that there was little to no evidence to go on, therefore they were in need of her talents.<br><br><strong>”I understand, Frank,”</strong> she assured him, though she hoped he saw that she meant it. She took Evan by the arm and took him aside. She faced him and looked up at his solemn face. <strong>”Evan. I had a vision earlier. I think it has to do with this <em>Lord of Shadows and Blood</em> character you mentioned. I'm not sure it will help the case, but at the very least, it might help you,”</strong> Danielle explain and delivered her vision of the unseen assailant and their savior in a radiant suit of armor and glowing sword (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344618.msg16264150#msg16264150). <strong>”If I was distracted or not myself earlier, that is why.”</strong><br><br>Danielle would turn and approach Frank and asked him, <strong>”You said CSI didn't find anything. Not even a murder weapon perhaps? Anything left at the scene? Anything at all? Objects used in such a brutal and probably intimate killing could carry with them the emotions of those involved. Like, are you familiar with the Stone Tape Theory?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>22-08-2022, 21:52:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/55/d0/f9/55d0f955d336bef5cbf32c55aa45e728.jpg)</div>Location(s): Frank's House and Shop.<br><br><br><hr><br>Frank's first indication that there was trouble in Vegas was his phone going off at 3:30 in the morning. A few people had his cell phone number and knew that calling was only for emergencies. <br><br><strong>"Oh my god, Frank. They burnt down the clubhouse. They torched the place and ambushed the guys when they came out. We got five dead and three wounded. Worse, most of the heavy stuff was in the clubhouse. There are cops and fire all over the place. They are probably going to find and seize most of our weapons."</strong> <br><br><strong>"It's the werewolves - the Hell Hounds. We tagged a couple of them with the silver bullets you made for us. We're gonna need your help. Can you get us guns, explosives, maybe a flamethrower?"</strong><br><br>Just how deep the crap was likely to get became apparent when a half-dozen people in Hell Hound leathers showed up at his shop that morning. They were led by a young man barely in his twenties. The young man looked Frank up and down disdainfully, <strong>"Frank Parker. They say you killed my dad. You don't look like much old man. If it was up to me, I'd gun you down and save everyone a load of trouble. The boss said to deliver a message, not kill you. The message is that stay out of this war old man. The Marauders are going down"</strong> <br><br>The man smiled as he got off his bike, <strong>"Message delivered. The boss said I shouldn't kill you, but he didn't say anything about roughing you up."</strong> He flexed his hands. It was plain he intended to administer a beating to Frank.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>"What Does Frank do?"</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>22-08-2022, 22:16:32</strong>
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				OOC<br>Location: Blaine's House in Sunset Moors<br>People: Blaine, Carl Leblanc (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit#heading=h.vpfozwpvsgqy)<br><hr>Just a few miles away from Frank, Blaine was getting an invitation of a different sort. It was a single person on a motorcycle bike. Although Blaine quickly determined that he was a were, and a reasonably powerful Alpha at that. He wore his Hell Hound leathers proudly. The man dismounted and walked to Blaine's door. He rang the doorbell and waited for Blaine to answer the door. <br><br>He looked Blaine up and down with an intense gaze <strong>"I've seen the picture and read your bio, but there's nothing like a personal meet and greet. You wear your animal well."</strong><br><br>The guy introduced himself, <strong>"Carl Leblanc of the Devil Dogs."</strong> Carl's Cajun accent is faint but noticeable. Carl smiled at Blaine, <strong>"I come to bring some news. The days of Vegas being a place of Lone Wolves and small packs is over. There's a new King in Vegas. The King sent me to deliver the news to you."</strong> Carl leered at Blaine, <strong>"But I like what I see. So, I'm going to give you a choice. You can leave with your tailed tucked between your legs - you and your pack get twenty-four hours to get out of the State. Alternatively, we can go at it right here right now."</strong><br><br>Carl smiled, <strong>"Or you can go on a date with me - see the upside of being part of the new Werewolf Kingdom of Las Vegas."</strong><br><br><div align="center"><strong>What Does Blaine Do?</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>22-08-2022, 23:03:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>Frank had already set to work at creating some new weaponry to combat the emerging werewolf threat when they showed up at his shop. He wore a simple mechanics jumpsuit which bore a healthy amount of oil and various other stains. <br><br>It was still early in the morning when the unruly wolves arrived at his shop, and thankfully his two assistants hadn't arrived for work just yet. He met the group in the yard of his shop, resenting the fact that he hadn't had an opportunity to grab his shotgun. <br><br>He stared at the wolves in front of him, his face emotionless and unamused. He was outnumbered six to one. Perhaps in his heyday he would have taken his chances, but he was older and slower now, and even if he managed to live, wounds don't heal as easily as they once did. Still, he stood tall, an aura of confidence around him that one only got from a lifetime of hard knocks. <br><br><strong>"Well, I'm sorry to hear about that kid, but your dad was a prick."</strong> He took a moment to glance at the young pups surrounding him, and when he spoke again, he spoke to the whole group. <strong>"Didn't your elders ever tell you what happened the last time a wolf pack tried to war with me? I've killed monsters that would have you pissing your pants and running off with your tails tucked between your legs. You think you got a better shot at taking me down than your pop? Go ahead. But you better make it count, because when I'm finished with you, It'll make what I did to your father look like a fuckin' tea party."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ihinka</strong> on <strong>22-08-2022, 23:23:59</strong>
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				<hr><strong>OOC:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Blaine will use her Alphadog move (roll with Blood instead of Heart) to ignoringly intimidate Carl into sodding the bleep off XD I got a nine though.</span><br><em>Location:</em> Blaine's House in Sunset Moors<br><em>People:</em> Blaine, Carl Leblanc<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/9add7160aec1c735e5a42aec048143df/tumblr_od2hn0OsGW1qen5kxo1_1280.gif)</div>Blaine had been deep in the zone, working on a carving in her workshop, when the doorbell had annoyingly pulled her out of it. She sighed and made the trek from her shop to the front door, her mind still largely on her project. She sensed the present of the dominant male well before reaching her door however and her left hand flexed automatically around the chisel she hadn't realized she'd brought with her. Opening the door didn't reveal much more, aside for the man's physical appearance. Which Blaine couldn't care less about. It was when he opened his mouth to speak that Blaine was finally pulled away from thoughts on her work. She just stood there, quietly, soaking it all in. Down to the very last syllable.<br><br>When Carl finally fell silent... Blaine laughed!<br><br>And not just a small chuckle either. No! Full-bellied... Hearty... Tears in my eyes laughter. By the time she's managed to get a hold of herself, her cheeks were ruddy with her mirth and her eyelashes shimmering against the mystifying blue of her eyes.<br><br>And then the realization hit. This dude was serious!<br><br><strong>"Oh, you're serious!? I thought for sure I was being pranked or puncked or something!"</strong> Blaine made a show of checking out for any hidden cameras. <strong>"But you were being serious, I see."</strong> Blaine looked at the man with a kind of pity only reserved for the most naive and simpleminded creatures out there. Power swirled around her effortlessly. Endlessly. She had learned to control it. Mostly. But like at this very moment with this... this.. this Carl stood before her, she just couldn't be bothered to contain it.<br><br><strong>"I'm afraid there's been some mistake."</strong> Blaine retorted in her most blank deadpan. <strong>"The peacock paddock is thereabouts."</strong> The former Coastie pointed in the direction of the Strip. <strong>"If you want to flash your feathers, I'm sure you'll find someone over there to fawn over them."</strong> Then she simply walked back inside her house and locked the door. <em>Ho, boy, when the crazies are out, they go all the way out!</em><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Wolf</span></strong></em><hr><strong>Stats:</strong> Blood 2 // Heart -1 // Mind 0 // Spirit 1<br><strong>Circles:</strong> Mortalis 0 [ ][ ][ ] // Night 2 [ ][ ][ ] // Power -1 [ ][ ][ ] // Wild 1 [ ][ ][ ]<br><br><strong>Playbook Moves:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Comes With the Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you are actively patrolling your territory when time passes—or at the start of the game—roll with <strong>Blood</strong>. On a 10+, your territory is secure and trouble is at a minimum; take +1 ongoing when you <strong><em>Hit The Streets</em></strong> in your territory. On a 7-9, one of your troubles surfaces (your choice), along with an opportunity to address it. On a miss, or if you aren’t attending to your territory, things go south and your troubles are fast and furious.</div></div>, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alpha Dog</div><div class="spoiler_body">When <strong><em>you persuade an NPC in your territory with threats or promises</em></strong>, roll with <strong>Blood</strong> instead of <strong>Heart</strong>.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancement:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Available at the beginning of play</strong></td><td><strong>After five advances, you may select</strong></td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] Night Status 2</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] advance four basic moves</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] join or lead a Wolf Pack</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a move from another archetype</td><td>[ ] retire your character to safety</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] change your Circle</td><td>[ ] change to a new archetype</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>[ ] Mortalis // [ ] Night // [ ] Power // [ ] Wild<br><br><strong>Harm:</strong><br>[ ] Faint // [ ][ ] Serious // [ ][ ] Critical<br><br><strong>Scars:</strong><br>[ ] Shattered // [ ] Crushed // [ ] Fractured // [ ] Broken<br><br><strong>Corruption:</strong> [ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]<br><em>Trigger:</em> When you destroy a threat to your territory instead of driving it out, mark corruption.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancements</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move from another archetype or your own<br>[ ] retire your character; they may return as a Threat<br></div></div>, <em>Moves</em><br><br><strong>Let It Out:</strong> heal 2-harm instantaneously, starting with critical harm; transform from one form into the other without seeing the moon; perform a ferocious feat of lupine strength and speed; enhance your lupine senses to supernatural levels<br><br><strong>End Move:</strong><br>When you die or retire your character, anyone in the scene you wish to protect escapes and reaches safety, no matter the odds.<br><br><strong>Intimacy:</strong><br>When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you create a primal bond with them until the end of the next session; you always know where to find them and when they’re in trouble.<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Blaine's Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">You’ve claimed an area of the city as your own. By default, your territory covers a city block or two and has the trouble: +crime.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">People in your territory work hard to keep the streets safe (remove +crime)</li><li type="disc">You are widely accepted as this place’s protector (add blessing: +supported)</li><li type="disc">A status-3 NPC wants your territory and is working to get it (add trouble: +encroachment)</li><li type="disc">You have offered protection within your territory to someone, and now their problems are yours (add trouble: +fealty)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Transformation</div><div class="spoiler_body">By default, you can change into your wolf form - at will - in the sight of the moon: you gain natural weaponry (2-harm), 1-armor, and all of the qualities and weaknesses you choose below.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">You are versatile: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>letting it out</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are cunning: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>keeping your cool</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are steadfast: you fight like a small group against groups</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you lose control while transformed</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you transform when you are stressed or angry</li><li type="disc">The transformation draws the attention of supernatural creatures</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">A duffel bag with your personal belongings, a shitty cell phone.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">9mm Beretta (2-harm close loud)</li><li type="disc">Butterfly knife (2-harm hand concealable)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intro Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">When did you first experience the change?<br><em>I think this one is answered pretty well in the background.</em><br><br>How long have you been in the city?<br><em>One year, tops. Blaine is a recent transplant. But she's been here long enough to establish her territory.</em><br><br>What is the best part of your other form?<br><em>Her eyes are her best feature in both her forms.</em><br><br>Who is the most important person in your territory?<br><em>Blaine is a bit of a recluse. Especially after losing her mate and her only surviving relative, her aunt. So you could say she is a bit gun-shy when it comes to forming new, deeper attachments.</em><br><br>What do you desperately need?<br><em>Blaine is intent on finding out the circumstances of her turning and the slaughter of her family. She is not fanatical about it. But she will go to great lengths to discover the truth behind it.</em></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPC_Object_Location Submissions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPC Submission - Kazumi - Blaine's right hand man and second in command</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/72/a3/d672a3adfcc05419764a9f6886fa27c4.jpg)</div><strong>"I know it ain't pretty. And believe me, it breaks my heart too to see 'im like that. But the lad's completely feral. It was this or puttin' 'im down!"</strong> The scruffy looking man explained as he led Blaine into the room with a single large cage. The moment Blaine entered the room a furry body flung itself against the bars of the cage. Ferocious, savage growls accompanied the wild, mindless thrashing.<br><br><strong>"Coyote?"</strong> Blaine asked, her eyes never leaving the thrashing form. Her voice, soft and gentle.<br><br><strong>"Among other things."</strong> The scruffy guy answered. <strong>"He's been experimented on something fierce. I ain't ashamed to say it makes my stomach turn, just thinkin' 'bout what the poor lad's been through. Brutalized ain't a strong enough word."</strong><br><br>Blaine could feel Mr. Scruffy's anger flair. The response from within the cage was immediate. The thrashing intensified. As did the growling and gnashing of teeth.<br><br>Blaine stepped in front of Mr. Scruffy. <strong>"Control yourself or step out, Liam!"</strong> The were Alpha commended quietly. She didn't want to extinguish Liam's anger with her powers. Though she could, effectively, if she put him to heal. But why would she?! His anger was justified. It was only that the boy was tortured beyond reason and only knew to answer to anger with aggression. That would change. With time. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.<br><br><strong>"I need to know what's been done to him."</strong><br><br>Liam wordlessly handed Blaine a flash drive. <strong>"You think you can 'elp 'im?"</strong> He finally asked.<br><br><strong>"That would depend."</strong> Blaine answered ambiguously.<br><br><strong>"On?"</strong> Liam rejoined with another question.<br><br><strong>"Time."</strong> Blaine's eyes had never strayed from the thrashing coyote. <strong>"And him."</strong><br><br><br>***<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/76/cd/3776cd6692840e4bd733370dedc556c4.jpg)</div>Blaine's eyes fell on Kazumi. He possessed that androgynous beauty only Asians somehow could effortlessly pull off. To look at him now, one would hardly believe the state he'd been in when he first came to Blaine. Savage and feral. Deadly. Made so by the most brutal of experiments. Forcefully turned and continually experimented on with the intent of creating some sort of ultimate were gene. It had taken Kazumi months just to shift out of his coyote form in the presence of Blaine. They'd worked on building trust for the longest of time, before moving on to learning, or rather, relearning simple human behavior. Maybe it had been Blaine's unique were alpha powers. Or her patience. Or how much she cared. Or Kazumi's will to overcome what he'd been made to endure. Or a combination of all of the above. But with time the brutalized young man had flourished into a gentle and artistic soul. And his loyalty to Blaine knew no bounds. Their bond, unshakeable.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Object Submission</span></div><br>A chair sits in Blaine's workshop. The once painted over wood stripped fully, but otherwise untouched. It's make, rustic. Almost crude. But functional. It somehow stands on its own in Blaine's otherwise busy workshop. For a piece of furniture it looks benign enough. And yet if one were to stand next to it the last thing they'd get the urge to do is sit in it. And even if, by some sort of miracle, they don't recognize the weird vibes and were to sit in it, they were in for one hell of a ride. Hell being the operative word here. As, unbeknownst to anyone but Blaine and select other few, the chair is cobbled together from different pieces of wood. A number of which, having the unfortunate fate of once belonging to Gruesome Gertie. Louisianna's electric chair.<br><br>Blaine had acquired the dangerous piece of furniture at a flee market. Not knowing what she'd found or how dangerous it was. It had revealed it's nature only after the led paint had been stripped off it. A few months of research later Blaine had learned the chair had been dismantled after being put out of commission and the pieces to be incinerated. But, apparently they'd somehow escaped that fate. And found new life incorporated in other furniture. Blaine was in cooperation with a group of people to track down the pieces of the chair. For unless the furniture that had pieces of Gruesome Gertie within it was led coated, it inflicted psychological trauma of immense proportions to its user.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Location Submission - The Sunset Moors - Blaine's Territory</span></div><br>Despite the tragic events in her early childhood, Blaine had always known the safety of home. Firstly, provided by her aunt, who'd raised her after the death of her parents and her younger sister. And secondly, among Loup Garoup's pack. So Blaine had grown up to appreciate the safety of one's place of rest. If she had to live someplace for prolonged periods of time, she would always try to find a place to call home that was safe. But not only that. It also needed to be a place of culture. She could accept nothing less after having grown up in New Orleans and traveled the world over.<br><br>Once she'd decided to settle in Vegas to continue her investigation on the tragedy that befell her family, she found a realtor to find her a place to live. Someone who would not throw glitter in her eyes, but give it to her straight. After she'd found one such person, it was a matter of waiting them out, until they found her the perfect place. But it had turned out, finding what she wanted was not easy. Finding a calm, homely, wholesome, artsy neighborhood in a city that prided itself on it's nightlife and casinos, had turned out to be quite the difficult task for her realtor.<br><br>But Blaine had asked her to give it to her straight and so one day her real estate agent had called her into the office for a talk.<br><br><strong>"Look, Blaine, what you want is something you won't be able to just find lying around in Vegas. I can find you a place that best fits your criteria, but if you want it just the way you say, you're gonna have to work for it! This city doesn't just give you things for free! Now, I have a place that is up to your specifications. Or rather... It was! What I have in mind is close to Sunset Park. It used to be a good neighborhood. Just like you asked. Calm, homely, wholesome, with a good community and some fine local art circles. Until... Some gang took over the parks as their turf. The police tried to regain control back, but... Well, let's just say there were no ghost-busters to call.<br><br>People are spooked. No one dares set foot in the park. They are all too stubborn to leave their homes. But the neighborhood is suffering. The park gang is driving business away. The local art scene isn't fearing any better. It's like a a town in siege... from the inside.<br><br>You seem to be... well... interested in... ahem... peculiar things. I figured if you wanted a place that is safe, with a nice community. Homely. Artsy... And all that stuff you could just... Well, do something about that park gang and have your perfect place to lay your head."</strong><br><br>And Blaine had decided, if nothing else, it was worth taking a look. And so she'd visited the neighborhood. The atmosphere was truly oppressive. People were obviously stressed. But also determined to not give in or give up. They had been naturally suspicious of her asking around the way she had. But not outright hostile or unwelcoming. Some of the more elderly had even gone to such lengths as invite her into their homes and tell her tales of how the neighborhood had once been. Vibrant and lively. Not bustling like the rest of Vegas, but enjoying life at its own pace. With lots of local businesses and culture spots. An art gallery that catered to all sorts of local artists. A local waterhole with the best microbrews and craft beer. A neighborhood that truly had been an oasis of calm among the churning sea that was Las Vegas.<br><br>Naturally, hearing all this, Blaine's next step had been decided. Her stroll to the park had been accompanied by whispers and murmurs from the younger crowd. And one elder or two had even tried to stop her from going into the park lest she be hurt. But Blaine had decided that this was the place she wanted to lay her head. These were the people she wanted to call neighbors. And this gang needed to find a new place to call their turf, because Blaine was claiming this as her territory.<br><br>The gang had turned out to be a pack of werecoyote. Almost all barely out of teendome. Brash and drunk on their independence from any alpha influence. Blaine had taken no pleasure in putting them to heal and chasing them off with their collective tails between their legs.<br><br>With the gang gone and order reestablished within the neighborhood, the residents quickly came together to get the place back up from the dumps. Campaigns were raised to demonstrate the neighborhood was no longer unsafe for business ventures. Cultural and art tourism quickly began to trickle back in. And beer aficionados eagerly returned to the Cauldron for their craft beer and microbrew fix. Life was returning back to the neighborhood. And even though Blaine tried to become lost among its denizens, people couldn't forget the Sunset Park hero. As they came to dub her. But even more embarrassingly, the neighborhood came to be known to the locals as the Sunset Moors.</div></div><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>24-08-2022, 20:42:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5b/7d/ca/5b7dca6f2af151cfdac3e08e2f48f073.jpg)</div>OOC Scene 1, Post 2.<br>Characters: Danielle and Taryn<br>Location: Wanda's Fish Farm<br><br>@Eliza, Danielle has the spotlight on this scene. You can roll to see what she finds out. <br>@c0i9z, you can RP the clean-up, but I'm assuming it is an auto-succeed.<br>@Andyz, Fiona can show up <br>@All, let me know whether/how you want to get some information on the Lord of Shadows and Blood and the Radiant Armor.<br><br><hr><strong> "You will owe me for this," </strong> Taryn said.<br><br>Frank laughed,<strong> "Charge it to DHS. The bad about the scene is that the employees here found it and called the locals - the local police. The good is that most of the employees are illegals - either Fae or Vietnamese. So, they aren't going to say anything. The locals called us, and it's going down as a Federal Crime. No need for a body or human blood, but we need a full clean-up that includes defacing the rock with some occult symbols so that no one can tell what it says when it shows up in the paper." </strong> <br><br><strong>" I don't suppose you could join us there. To keep an eye out for any trouble? I just have a bad feeling tonight," </strong> Danielle asked the driver.<br><br>The driver got out. Dannielle had not been introduced and didn't remember his name. However, she had seen him around the wonderland resort. Like many at the resort, the driver seemed to play different roles - chauffeur, concierge, and gardener. He quickly hopped out and followed Danielle and Evan.<br><br>Frank provided what information his team had gleaned <strong> "Forensics. A set of commercial chains and locks secured the body to the ground. We're running that, but I doubt we'll find much. No weapon, and the injuries are fine cuts like a scalpel all over her back. The weird thing - a weird thing - is that she is face up, but the cuts were done to her back. It looks almost like someone tortured her until she bled out and, after death, flipped over to display her uncut side, but there is no blood on her front. The stone carvings are," Frank sighed, "consistent with magic. There are no tool marks; it is as if something molded the stone face." </strong> <br><br>Frank swore a bit as Dannielle revealed her vision. <strong> "As if Mexican Cartels and Russian Gangsters weren't bad enough, we've got Vampire covens, Werewolf packs, and now some crazy Fae wanting to set up a court." </strong> Frank eyed Evan, <strong> "You and your dad go back way back. The Feds have turned a blind eye to your operations. However, this has the potential to attract a lot of eyes."</strong><br><br>Frank paused for a bit, thinking. <strong>Evan, it sounds like you're a target for this guy - Lord of Shadows and Blood. And your,</strong> Frank looked at Danielle as if trying to guess their relationship, <strong> "Anyway, your occultist has some ideas about this threat. This is more of a job for a Hunter - find the idiot - than an Eater (Enhanced Threat Response) team. I'll give the Ice Queen a call and assign her to work with you."</strong><br><br>Frank explained to Dannielle and Evan, <strong>"Standard SOP. The Ice Queen is on salary and can use DHS resources, but if this goes South, it's a rogue agent and plausible deniability."</strong> Sent a text message to Fiona Parker with the GPS of the Fish Farm.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>25-08-2022, 01:19:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/52/Monsterpoh04.jpg)</div>Danielle did not sense it right away, but she did glance behind her to spot the driver catching up to the couple. He did look like he did took the caution seriously as his head was on a swivel, scanning the shadows around the site. She assumed he was Fae, like Evan was, but what kind remained to be seen. Did he have a better sight in darkness? she would ask herself.<br><br>Frank divulged the information CSI could uncover on the site at hand. When he mentioned the chains and locks that had secured the body to the ground, Danielle soon spotted it hidden in the blood and near where the body was laid. There was no weapon to speak of, though from what forensics could determine, the cause for the bleeding out were cuts made across the backside of the corpse. Since the corpse was laid face-up, Frank deduced the corpse was tortured at first before being laid on the ground. The cuts in question had reminded Danielle of her vision, how the unseen assailant method of wounding Evan was fine cuts, like that of a sharp scalpel. The naiad's death was due to bleeding out.<br><br>Danielle did not realize she had unveiled her vision to Frank, though she trusted Frank wasn't someone who would panic at the prophecy and cause hysteria in the community. His goal was for the scene to be covered-up and to prevent such news from spreading.<br><br>At Frank's mention of the target on Evan's back, Danielle turned to her benefactor and placed a hand on his back, as if some caressing comfort would help dispel the thought of a literal bullseye across his spine. The agent explained he would send a message to someone he addressed as “Ice Queen,” a Hunter. Danielle wondered what good would a mortal have to be assigned to this case, but she held her tongue. Her interest returned to the body.<br><br>She spotted Taryn nearby contemplating how she was going to transform this to something resembling a satanic ritual. Danielle left Evan's side and stepped in the light of the harsh lights and held a hand towards Taryn's direction. <strong>”Taryn, before you touch the body, mind if I try something?”</strong> she asked the Imp. Her style of dress was similar to what someone would commonly see at Wonderland. Her lilac dress would certainly blow around if there was a breeze, but at the moment there was little to no wind in the desert. With the sun already below the horizon and the lingering traces of its presence absent from the atmosphere, the desert would easily nip at any exposed flesh. The hoodie that she donned before coming here helped in battling the chill.<br><br>Danielle approached the body, her open-toed heels uneasy on the blood-soaked concrete. She could easily stay outside of the outer edge of the blood pool, though there would be concern for the bottom hem of her dress once she lowered herself to the body. Danielle found one of the chains that sat apart from the lifeless corpse. She reached her hand on the chain and felt a bit of static when within a half an inch from the metal. Immediately, if anyone was observing her, Danielle's eyes turned white, the absence of color reflecting the harsh industrial lights around the crime scene. To those that knew this change in her eyes, knew that at that moment, she was receiving some insight that mere forensic evidence was unable to uncover.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>25-08-2022, 03:29:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐☐☐☐☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Intimacy:<br></div></div></div> <br>It didn't take all that long for a black muscle car to show up, and for Fiona to step out, surveying the situation as best she could.&nbsp; Her expression remained passive as she walked up, giving a polite wave and hoping to be filled in.&nbsp; "Did someone order pizza?" she asked in a bad attempt at a joke.&nbsp; She would need to be filled in, but trusted everyone to explain what was going on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>25-08-2022, 08:27:01</strong>
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				Annie Luis<br>It wasn't long before a pair of vehicles arrived on the scene. One was a common utility van, that one might see belonging to any sort of company, the other a battered old truck, filled with construction materials. They were both emblazoned with the Tar Removal logo. A bit of a private joke from Taryn. She always used that logo when working on government contracts and nowhere else. Same with the plate, which could be traced to her specifically. Of course, anyone who knew anything would know what was going on, but they would also know not to mess with her while on a government job. Out of the back of the delivery van, a woman stepped out, Annie, possibly, dressed in full protective gear, including a gas mask. Ostensibly to protect against paint fumes, but mostly so that she wouldn't leave any traces on the scene. A man was sitting at the driver's seat. Another man, presumably Luis, left the truck. From the various items in the back, he pulled out a bag. He, too, was fully covered.<br><br>Annie immediately set upon her work carving up and then painting the stone. The symbols she used were designed to be generally evil-looking, but completely wrong. Not something an actual cultist would actually use. "Please tell Luis when you're done. And be sure that you're done when you do so," Taryn told Danielle. She never, of course, spoke to them directly when they were on the job, though she might do so through her phone. Luis waited patiently for Danielle to be ready, then carefully moved the body into the back, zipped it up and moved it to the truck, under a tarp. He then returned with a shovel and container filled with some sort of fluid. This, he poured liberally onto the surface and it made a nasty hissing sound wherever it touched blood, of which there was, of course, plenty. That done, he shovelled a heaping of sand onto the space, smearing it and scrapping it out to hide the discoloration in the concrete. Another container was fetched and poured, more sand was added, and soon, instead of a bloody body, there was what looked like an old oil stain. The shovelled sand was carefully smoothed out and the pair left, leaving no other trace of their passage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>25-08-2022, 22:21:12</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/55/d0/f9/55d0f955d336bef5cbf32c55aa45e728.jpg)</div>Location: Frank's Garage<br>People: Frank, Luc Lemarquis (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit#heading=h.1rpjnk170yo9) and six MC gang members.<br><br><hr><strong>"Go ahead. But you better make it count, because when I'm finished with you, It'll make what I did to your father look like a fuckin' tea party."</strong> Frank threatened.<br><br>Luc laughed at Frank's threat. <strong>"You're just a tired pathetic old man."</strong> Frank dodged and weaved, making no real effort to fight back. Putting up a fight now might bring the other gang members into the game. Luc got in a couple of good shots, and Frank will have a couple of bruises. <br><br>Suddenly one of the gang members called out, <strong>"Cop."</strong> The group broke for their motorcycles and took off. Seconds later, an LVMPD squad car pulled up in the area outside Frank's shop. The officer got out and looked around suspiciously before approaching Frank, <strong>"Dispatch got a call about a bunch of gang members beating up an old man. You know anything about it.</strong> <br><br><div align="center"><strong>What Does Frank Do?</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>26-08-2022, 00:21:08</strong>
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				OOC<br>Location: Blaine's House in Sunset Moors<br>People: Blaine, Carl Leblanc (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit#heading=h.vpfozwpvsgqy)<br><br>Blaine can either leave the door closed and have Carl speak/yell through it or open it.<br>The formal counter-offer is combat at the Fight Club (which is non-lethal), with the winner owing the looser a Debt.<br><hr><br>Carl fumed on Blaine's front porch. This encounter was not going as planned. The Were in Blaine should have responded to or submitted to the threat. Instead, the woman had laughed at him. As if a strange Alpha on her territory was not worth her time.<br><br>Carl had never met a female Alpha, and the few Alphas that Carl had met required a more senior Alpha to keep the other Alpha from picking a fight with Carl. Carl remembered one other Alpha that did not challenge Carl. Carl had made the mistake of challenging the Alpha by making a pass at one of the Alpha's mates. The Alpha had proceeded to transform and put Carl in the hospital. Carl was both intrigued by and a bit fearful of this female Alpha.<br><br>Carl was a bit more respectful the second time he approached Blaine. <strong>"Alpha Blaine, I apologize for my discourteous approach. It appears that I have been misinformed about you. Still, I have to challenge you."</strong> Carl sighed, <strong>"Perhaps, it would be better if we did not allow the fight to spill out in public. There is a business in this city, The Fight Club, that hosts fights between Supernaturals. I challenge you to meet me there tonight. We shall let our beasts out. The winner will owe the loser a favor."</strong> <br><br><div align="center"><strong>What Does Blaine Do?</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ihinka</strong> on <strong>26-08-2022, 08:40:39</strong>
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				<hr><strong>OOC:</strong> <br><em>Location:</em> Blaine's House in Sunset Moors<br><em>People:</em> Blaine, Carl Leblanc<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/9add7160aec1c735e5a42aec048143df/tumblr_od2hn0OsGW1qen5kxo1_1280.gif)</div>After a moment that seemed longer than it had any right to be, the door slid silently open. Blaine stood at the threshold, not crossing over to the outside. She was silent as she observed Carl discerningly. Finally she spoke: <strong>"It seems to me, Carl..."</strong> Blaine stated calmly, almost forlornly. <strong>"... like you're desperately trying to regain something very precious that you hastily and almost definitely foolishly gave away to this King of yours."</strong> Blaine's blue eyes pierced into Carl as she made a heavy, pregnant pause. <strong>"You're were Alpha dignity!"</strong> The female Alpha declared with weighty finality. <strong>"I will accept your apology. And I will acknowledge your wish to still challenge."</strong> Blaine remembered how the betas at Loup Garou's pack had also felt compelled to challenge her on behalf of their own Alpha. <strong>"I will meet you at this fight club."</strong> The ex-Coastie nodded solemnly in agreement. <strong>"What conditions do you want to set for winning the fight? First blood or... submission?"</strong> The word <em><strong>submission</strong></em> seemed to carry more weight than in the normal circumstances of losing a brawl through submission.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Wolf</span></strong></em><hr><strong>Stats:</strong> Blood 2 // Heart -1 // Mind 0 // Spirit 1<br><strong>Circles:</strong> Mortalis 0 [ ][ ][ ] // Night 2 [ ][ ][ ] // Power -1 [ ][ ][ ] // Wild 1 [ ][ ][ ]<br><br><strong>Playbook Moves:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Comes With the Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you are actively patrolling your territory when time passes—or at the start of the game—roll with <strong>Blood</strong>. On a 10+, your territory is secure and trouble is at a minimum; take +1 ongoing when you <strong><em>Hit The Streets</em></strong> in your territory. On a 7-9, one of your troubles surfaces (your choice), along with an opportunity to address it. On a miss, or if you aren’t attending to your territory, things go south and your troubles are fast and furious.</div></div>, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alpha Dog</div><div class="spoiler_body">When <strong><em>you persuade an NPC in your territory with threats or promises</em></strong>, roll with <strong>Blood</strong> instead of <strong>Heart</strong>.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancement:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Available at the beginning of play</strong></td><td><strong>After five advances, you may select</strong></td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] Night Status 2</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] advance four basic moves</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] join or lead a Wolf Pack</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a move from another archetype</td><td>[ ] retire your character to safety</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] change your Circle</td><td>[ ] change to a new archetype</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>[ ] Mortalis // [ ] Night // [ ] Power // [ ] Wild<br><br><strong>Harm:</strong><br>[ ] Faint // [ ][ ] Serious // [ ][ ] Critical<br><br><strong>Scars:</strong><br>[ ] Shattered // [ ] Crushed // [ ] Fractured // [ ] Broken<br><br><strong>Corruption:</strong> [ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]<br><em>Trigger:</em> When you destroy a threat to your territory instead of driving it out, mark corruption.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancements</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move from another archetype or your own<br>[ ] retire your character; they may return as a Threat<br></div></div>, <em>Moves</em><br><br><strong>Let It Out:</strong> heal 2-harm instantaneously, starting with critical harm; transform from one form into the other without seeing the moon; perform a ferocious feat of lupine strength and speed; enhance your lupine senses to supernatural levels<br><br><strong>End Move:</strong><br>When you die or retire your character, anyone in the scene you wish to protect escapes and reaches safety, no matter the odds.<br><br><strong>Intimacy:</strong><br>When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you create a primal bond with them until the end of the next session; you always know where to find them and when they’re in trouble.<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Blaine's Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">You’ve claimed an area of the city as your own. By default, your territory covers a city block or two and has the trouble: +crime.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">People in your territory work hard to keep the streets safe (remove +crime)</li><li type="disc">You are widely accepted as this place’s protector (add blessing: +supported)</li><li type="disc">A status-3 NPC wants your territory and is working to get it (add trouble: +encroachment)</li><li type="disc">You have offered protection within your territory to someone, and now their problems are yours (add trouble: +fealty)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Transformation</div><div class="spoiler_body">By default, you can change into your wolf form - at will - in the sight of the moon: you gain natural weaponry (2-harm), 1-armor, and all of the qualities and weaknesses you choose below.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">You are versatile: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>letting it out</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are cunning: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>keeping your cool</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are steadfast: you fight like a small group against groups</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you lose control while transformed</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you transform when you are stressed or angry</li><li type="disc">The transformation draws the attention of supernatural creatures</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">A duffel bag with your personal belongings, a shitty cell phone.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">9mm Beretta (2-harm close loud)</li><li type="disc">Butterfly knife (2-harm hand concealable)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intro Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">When did you first experience the change?<br><em>I think this one is answered pretty well in the background.</em><br><br>How long have you been in the city?<br><em>One year, tops. Blaine is a recent transplant. But she's been here long enough to establish her territory.</em><br><br>What is the best part of your other form?<br><em>Her eyes are her best feature in both her forms.</em><br><br>Who is the most important person in your territory?<br><em>Blaine is a bit of a recluse. Especially after losing her mate and her only surviving relative, her aunt. So you could say she is a bit gun-shy when it comes to forming new, deeper attachments.</em><br><br>What do you desperately need?<br><em>Blaine is intent on finding out the circumstances of her turning and the slaughter of her family. She is not fanatical about it. But she will go to great lengths to discover the truth behind it.</em></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPC_Object_Location Submissions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPC Submission - Kazumi - Blaine's right hand man and second in command</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/72/a3/d672a3adfcc05419764a9f6886fa27c4.jpg)</div><strong>"I know it ain't pretty. And believe me, it breaks my heart too to see 'im like that. But the lad's completely feral. It was this or puttin' 'im down!"</strong> The scruffy looking man explained as he led Blaine into the room with a single large cage. The moment Blaine entered the room a furry body flung itself against the bars of the cage. Ferocious, savage growls accompanied the wild, mindless thrashing.<br><br><strong>"Coyote?"</strong> Blaine asked, her eyes never leaving the thrashing form. Her voice, soft and gentle.<br><br><strong>"Among other things."</strong> The scruffy guy answered. <strong>"He's been experimented on something fierce. I ain't ashamed to say it makes my stomach turn, just thinkin' 'bout what the poor lad's been through. Brutalized ain't a strong enough word."</strong><br><br>Blaine could feel Mr. Scruffy's anger flair. The response from within the cage was immediate. The thrashing intensified. As did the growling and gnashing of teeth.<br><br>Blaine stepped in front of Mr. Scruffy. <strong>"Control yourself or step out, Liam!"</strong> The were Alpha commended quietly. She didn't want to extinguish Liam's anger with her powers. Though she could, effectively, if she put him to heal. But why would she?! His anger was justified. It was only that the boy was tortured beyond reason and only knew to answer to anger with aggression. That would change. With time. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.<br><br><strong>"I need to know what's been done to him."</strong><br><br>Liam wordlessly handed Blaine a flash drive. <strong>"You think you can 'elp 'im?"</strong> He finally asked.<br><br><strong>"That would depend."</strong> Blaine answered ambiguously.<br><br><strong>"On?"</strong> Liam rejoined with another question.<br><br><strong>"Time."</strong> Blaine's eyes had never strayed from the thrashing coyote. <strong>"And him."</strong><br><br><br>***<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/76/cd/3776cd6692840e4bd733370dedc556c4.jpg)</div>Blaine's eyes fell on Kazumi. He possessed that androgynous beauty only Asians somehow could effortlessly pull off. To look at him now, one would hardly believe the state he'd been in when he first came to Blaine. Savage and feral. Deadly. Made so by the most brutal of experiments. Forcefully turned and continually experimented on with the intent of creating some sort of ultimate were gene. It had taken Kazumi months just to shift out of his coyote form in the presence of Blaine. They'd worked on building trust for the longest of time, before moving on to learning, or rather, relearning simple human behavior. Maybe it had been Blaine's unique were alpha powers. Or her patience. Or how much she cared. Or Kazumi's will to overcome what he'd been made to endure. Or a combination of all of the above. But with time the brutalized young man had flourished into a gentle and artistic soul. And his loyalty to Blaine knew no bounds. Their bond, unshakeable.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Object Submission</span></div><br>A chair sits in Blaine's workshop. The once painted over wood stripped fully, but otherwise untouched. It's make, rustic. Almost crude. But functional. It somehow stands on its own in Blaine's otherwise busy workshop. For a piece of furniture it looks benign enough. And yet if one were to stand next to it the last thing they'd get the urge to do is sit in it. And even if, by some sort of miracle, they don't recognize the weird vibes and were to sit in it, they were in for one hell of a ride. Hell being the operative word here. As, unbeknownst to anyone but Blaine and select other few, the chair is cobbled together from different pieces of wood. A number of which, having the unfortunate fate of once belonging to Gruesome Gertie. Louisianna's electric chair.<br><br>Blaine had acquired the dangerous piece of furniture at a flee market. Not knowing what she'd found or how dangerous it was. It had revealed it's nature only after the led paint had been stripped off it. A few months of research later Blaine had learned the chair had been dismantled after being put out of commission and the pieces to be incinerated. But, apparently they'd somehow escaped that fate. And found new life incorporated in other furniture. Blaine was in cooperation with a group of people to track down the pieces of the chair. For unless the furniture that had pieces of Gruesome Gertie within it was led coated, it inflicted psychological trauma of immense proportions to its user.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Location Submission - The Sunset Moors - Blaine's Territory</span></div><br>Despite the tragic events in her early childhood, Blaine had always known the safety of home. Firstly, provided by her aunt, who'd raised her after the death of her parents and her younger sister. And secondly, among Loup Garoup's pack. So Blaine had grown up to appreciate the safety of one's place of rest. If she had to live someplace for prolonged periods of time, she would always try to find a place to call home that was safe. But not only that. It also needed to be a place of culture. She could accept nothing less after having grown up in New Orleans and traveled the world over.<br><br>Once she'd decided to settle in Vegas to continue her investigation on the tragedy that befell her family, she found a realtor to find her a place to live. Someone who would not throw glitter in her eyes, but give it to her straight. After she'd found one such person, it was a matter of waiting them out, until they found her the perfect place. But it had turned out, finding what she wanted was not easy. Finding a calm, homely, wholesome, artsy neighborhood in a city that prided itself on it's nightlife and casinos, had turned out to be quite the difficult task for her realtor.<br><br>But Blaine had asked her to give it to her straight and so one day her real estate agent had called her into the office for a talk.<br><br><strong>"Look, Blaine, what you want is something you won't be able to just find lying around in Vegas. I can find you a place that best fits your criteria, but if you want it just the way you say, you're gonna have to work for it! This city doesn't just give you things for free! Now, I have a place that is up to your specifications. Or rather... It was! What I have in mind is close to Sunset Park. It used to be a good neighborhood. Just like you asked. Calm, homely, wholesome, with a good community and some fine local art circles. Until... Some gang took over the parks as their turf. The police tried to regain control back, but... Well, let's just say there were no ghost-busters to call.<br><br>People are spooked. No one dares set foot in the park. They are all too stubborn to leave their homes. But the neighborhood is suffering. The park gang is driving business away. The local art scene isn't fearing any better. It's like a a town in siege... from the inside.<br><br>You seem to be... well... interested in... ahem... peculiar things. I figured if you wanted a place that is safe, with a nice community. Homely. Artsy... And all that stuff you could just... Well, do something about that park gang and have your perfect place to lay your head."</strong><br><br>And Blaine had decided, if nothing else, it was worth taking a look. And so she'd visited the neighborhood. The atmosphere was truly oppressive. People were obviously stressed. But also determined to not give in or give up. They had been naturally suspicious of her asking around the way she had. But not outright hostile or unwelcoming. Some of the more elderly had even gone to such lengths as invite her into their homes and tell her tales of how the neighborhood had once been. Vibrant and lively. Not bustling like the rest of Vegas, but enjoying life at its own pace. With lots of local businesses and culture spots. An art gallery that catered to all sorts of local artists. A local waterhole with the best microbrews and craft beer. A neighborhood that truly had been an oasis of calm among the churning sea that was Las Vegas.<br><br>Naturally, hearing all this, Blaine's next step had been decided. Her stroll to the park had been accompanied by whispers and murmurs from the younger crowd. And one elder or two had even tried to stop her from going into the park lest she be hurt. But Blaine had decided that this was the place she wanted to lay her head. These were the people she wanted to call neighbors. And this gang needed to find a new place to call their turf, because Blaine was claiming this as her territory.<br><br>The gang had turned out to be a pack of werecoyote. Almost all barely out of teendome. Brash and drunk on their independence from any alpha influence. Blaine had taken no pleasure in putting them to heal and chasing them off with their collective tails between their legs.<br><br>With the gang gone and order reestablished within the neighborhood, the residents quickly came together to get the place back up from the dumps. Campaigns were raised to demonstrate the neighborhood was no longer unsafe for business ventures. Cultural and art tourism quickly began to trickle back in. And beer aficionados eagerly returned to the Cauldron for their craft beer and microbrew fix. Life was returning back to the neighborhood. And even though Blaine tried to become lost among its denizens, people couldn't forget the Sunset Park hero. As they came to dub her. But even more embarrassingly, the neighborhood came to be known to the locals as the Sunset Moors.</div></div><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>27-08-2022, 23:34:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5b/7d/ca/5b7dca6f2af151cfdac3e08e2f48f073.jpg)</div>OOC Scene 1, Post 3.<br>Characters: Danielle, Fiona, and Taryn; Detective Frank McDonagh and Team, Anna (Taryn's cleaner) <br>Location: Wanda's Fish Farm<br><br>@All, I've left this scene a bit open. Also, I added a potential thread to pull Taryn into the situation with the Hell Hounds that has already sucked in Blaine and Frank. <br><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Danielle's Psychometry"</div><div class="spoiler_body">The mix of emotions that Danielle received was heady. First, she felt a mixture of desire and arousal. Whoever in these chains wanted to be in them or perhaps wanted what they could get from being chained. Then, the emotions began shifting - confusion, uncertainty. Then there was pain, a slashing fiery pain. There was a spark of arousal as the pain became a pleasure. Confusion. Fear. The pain washed away the other emotions. There was pain, a sea of pain. Despair. Finally, blessed relief. There was another set of emotions. Pleasure. Someone had enjoyed this. Then Gluttony? Was someone feeding off the scene? </div></div><br><br>Once Danielle had sensed what she could from the cuffs. It was up to Anne and Luis to clean the scene. The pair were professionals, and this scene was relatively straightforward. A crime had been committed, and they were working with rather than against the Police. <br><br>As Anna and Luis were working, a black muscle car arrived. A tall, muscular, bottle-blonde got out of the car. A larger leather jacket attempted to cover the Hand Cannon (Desert Eagle) and spare magazines she wore in a shoulder holster. Fiona Fontaine (aka the Ice Queen) was famous (possibly infamous) in certain circles in Vegas and DHS. She was the Marshal who had gotten into the most gunfights in the Agency. Those on the Supernatural side of DHS knew that the actual body count was two to three times the official one. Taryn met Fiona at an unofficial scene where his crew was called for clean-up.<br><br>Frank sighed as he looked at Fiona, <strong>"Right now, this is a hunt. Take out this Lord of Shadows and Blood guy before I blow my budget, having Taryn clean up his messes."</strong> Frank looked from Fiona to include Danielle and Evan, <strong>"Ordinarily, DHS doesn't get involved in Supernatural Affairs. Kind of like one wise guy wacking another. In this case, Shadows-and-Blood has left a calling card, inviting us to the dance. Right now, we need to find him. I do what I can through law enforcement, but I hope you all find a better lead."</strong><br><br>As the group broke up, Taryn got a phone call, <strong>"Boss, you are not fracking going to believe this. A couple of dudes on motorcycles just tried to tag the club. When Tommy went outside to chase them off, they put the beat down on Tommy. We chased them off, but I think we got a bigger problem. It looks like there is a new player in town."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>28-08-2022, 18:03:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>Frank wasn't up to date on the current members of the police department, and he didn't recognize the young officer as anyone in the know. He needed to keep things on the down low. Drawing any sort of innocent mortals into the supernatural world was always a disaster.<br><br>Franks face was red and stinging, and he was certain he'd have some bruises to show for the beating tomorrow. He rubbed at a particularly sore area as the cop approached. <strong>"Just a few unruly customers, officer. No big deal. I'm sure you guys have enough on your plate already."</strong> He says dismissively. <br><br><em>Old man...</em> He thinks to himself. The world seemed to be driving itself up his ass today. Well, perhaps it was time he got back out there and reminded the world why it best leave him alone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>28-08-2022, 19:00:53</strong>
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				(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><br>Taryn bit back a demonic oath at the news. Common graffiti was no big deal, of course. Of, certainly, it was annoying enough, but you cleaned it up and moved on. Part of the cost of doing business. She even let it go sometimes, along the side of her club that faces the alley, the part that none of her customers were expected to see. It let the kids feel like they were getting away from something and kept them away from the more public areas. Getting gang tagged, however, that was something else entirely. It declared ownership. You let that happen and it led to fees, then protection rackets, then uninvited guests disturbing her actual guests, then people mysteriously disappearing and having to cover it all up. And worse, worse than everything, was them laying hands on her people! "Get Tommy top care," she replied to her assistant, though it was hardly needed. "Whatever leave he needs, too. Fully paid, with a fat bonus on top. And the crew on alert. Bring in the temps, too. Next time they come by, I want us ready, so it doesn't happen a third time."<br><br>Taryn sighed. This was not something she wanted to be dealing with. She had so much better things to do. Like that fat-cat demon who wanted to borrow a mortal for a run on the town. Of course, that was standard business, find some poor schlob and run a standard dark ritual to force the demon into them. And end up with a useless, empty husk. So she'd come upon the idea of finding herself a permanent host, some pervert who'd get off on the idea of having something nasty and evil control them for a night. And the demon bit hard on the idea. But now, she'd have to find someone like that and someone powerful to come up with a new ritual for her. Except that now, she had to deal with that gang stuff instead.<br><br>Well, nothing to it. She ran her contacts to look for a pair of familiar numbers. Frank and Blaine. The first was her go to for most of her schemes and she'd been planning to call him about this one, too, but the second, well, she had a gang of her own, didn't she? And there was a reason Taryn had been letting her bum around in her place all day. Maybe now was the time to call upon a favour or too. So her number was the one Taryn rang, not knowing yet that she was already involved. Of course, she made sure to step well clear of Frank, the Frank that was near her, and Fiona. This was no longer police business and she had no intention of making it easy for them to listen in. Besides, she owed Fiona a favour, too, and the less she reminded her, the better it was, she felt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>28-08-2022, 21:11:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>Fiona gave Frank a simple nod of understanding, soaking it all in.&nbsp; In a movie, she'd be played by a charismatic actress who'd be good at cracking jokes, but Fiona had been too busy actually learning how to field strip a rifle rather than making friends and socialization.&nbsp; "Ice Queen" was a good first impression, but those who got to know her or were better at reading people showed how she was just more used to getting to business than in chatting about the weather or talking about sitcoms.<br><br>She waited to let Taryn make her phone call, but gave her own thoughts after that.&nbsp; "Here's what I'm thinking," she said loudly enough to be easily heard by anyone who would listen to what she had to say.&nbsp; "Right now we need data.&nbsp; Out there somewhere, hopefully, is one of the fae who knows things and has been around since back when Fae Courts claimed Vegas.&nbsp; They're probably doing okay for themselves right now, content with the status quo, but if the Lord of Shadows and Blood shows up and plops his ass down, this particular fae will end up being demoted to bitch status, knows it, and can't do anything.&nbsp; So, assuming they exist, we have to find them and get more information, then let them have plausible deniability that they'd never act against their own kind."&nbsp; It was a simple enough tactic when it worked; there just wasn't any guarantee that such a person existed with helpful information.&nbsp; Still, it was Fiona's suggestion on where to start.<br><br>Looking to Danielle, Fiona added, "Don't think we met yet.&nbsp; You can call me Fiona."&nbsp; She fished out a business card that listed her name, cell phone number, and other other information beyond "Department of Homeland Security," offering it over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>29-08-2022, 12:26:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/52/Monsterpoh04.jpg)</div>Danielle's head tilted upwards as she vividly felt the emotions that came with one of her powers. Psychometry to mortals was pseudoscience and the most you could find out about such a gift was through fiction or from people who claimed to have the power. Most humans were fooled by someone who claimed to touch something and gain insight from it. Danielle did not know she had such an ability, as she could touch most things and never get a reading. It was only when she cleared her mind and focused on the object, did she receive visions or in this case, strong emotions, when her fingers touched an object that was privy to events with those emotions. In this moment, the stone tape theory was utterly real, as whatever happened to this person, who was bound by the cuffs and chains, was recorded upon the set of inanimate objects.<br><br>She had never done such an act in view of people watching before and to those that were present, Danielle's body acted by instinct, whether she wanted to or not. The first set of emotions was a mixture of desire and arousal and therefore, not only did she feel sensual, her body felt it too. Her free hand had heavily caressed her neck and wandered down to her breast and squeezed it. Fortunately she was wearing a hoodie, so there was not much to see. Did this person bound in these chains desire to be restrained by them? Fetish perhaps? It silently spoke of consent. Willfulness.<br><br>Danielle's head then turned to her left then to the right, but with her eyes still white, anyone who was observing her knew she was still experiencing the insight her psychometry gave her. She felt the confusion, the uncertainty. Then the next moment, pain. Her head tilted back once more as this fiery pain became arousal once more. The pleasure was short-lived as pain came in like a tsunami, flooding and overtaking all other emotions. It was all that was there. From the pain came an absence of hope. Then, finally... relief. And yet, Danielle sense another set of emotions. Pleasure, enjoyment. There was a feeling of a desire to feast on the emotion created by whatever happened, though in doing so, their hunger was never sated. To Danielle, it sounded like gluttony.<br><br>She stood from the body and returned to Evan, who had a handkerchief ready so she could wipe her hands of the blood from the object. Her eyes were closed, as if she was still riding the emotion that she felt, but finally when she opened her eyes, her irises had returned. Frank looked as if he was curious of what she had seen. She nodded in his direction and spoke up. <strong>”It was a scene of passion, I think. The victim had consented to be bound in the cuffs and chains and found pleasure in being restrained. She was tortured and initially, found arousal in the act, but whoever had done this, whoever delivered the blows, did not relent. Whoever had done this was probably even feeding off of this, though I'm not sure if you could take that literally or figuratively,”</strong> Danielle explained.<br><br>A muscle car arrived at the scene and from it a woman with blonde hair walked out and approached, first going to Frank then turning to Danielle with her hand reaching out to her for a handshake. Did this woman assume because Danielle was conversing with Agent McDonagh that even with her peculiar outfit of a hoodie worn over a lilac dress and open-toes sandal, she was not just a civilian like your average person off the street would assume? In any case, she reached her hand forward to shake Fiona's hand, though intended to read the woman's surface thoughts in doing so. Such an ability was the only time Danielle's eyes did not turn white, so it hid the fact that she was using a power on the other person when meeting someone. <strong>”I'm Danielle. And this is Evan Bower.”</strong> Danielle took Fiona's card and placed it in her hoodie's pocket.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>29-08-2022, 22:21:46</strong>
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				OOC<br>Location: Blaine's House in Sunset Moors<br>People: Blaine, Carl Leblanc (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit#heading=h.vpfozwpvsgqy)<br><br>I'll give Blain credit for her previous play in Vegas - she has Jane and John as a contact. I'll even say they owe her a debt. More tellingly, Blaine knows how the Fight Club works - i.e., no permanent injury or death.<br><br>I think this post will wrap up this scene (you can post Blaine accepting). Blaine does have an opportunity to do something before meeting Carl at the fight club.<br><br><hr>Blaine asked, <strong>"What conditions do you want to set for winning the fight? First blood or... submission?"</strong> The word submission seemed to carry more weight than in the normal circumstances of losing a brawl through submission.<br><br>Carl grimaced at Blain's question. <strong>"I guess you've been sheltered here in Vegas. It's a cruel and dangerous world out there. Mortals have the sporadic protection of their law and, more meaningfully, their numbers. For people like us, Weres, and more generally the supernatural community, the strong rule and the weak submit. Both individually and in the pack. There is no pack leader for Vegas; more to the point, no overall Faction controls the city. We're moving in; the weak will either join or perish."</strong> <br><br>Carl gave Blaine an intense look, <strong>"We're gonna let it all out. Last Alpha standing. I've never used it, but I've heard about this fight club. I want to see if you are as good as you think. Also, I figure ripping you up in public will save me a few fights."</strong> then Carl relaxed a bit, <strong>"Submission. You and I are Alphas. Submission is not something that either of us would accept easily. I hope that when you see the shit storm coming down on you, you'll put yourself and your pack under my protection. I'm not gonna be top dog in Vegas, but I'll have some sway."</strong><br><br>Shortly after Carl left, Blaine's phone rang.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>29-08-2022, 22:42:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/55/d0/f9/55d0f955d336bef5cbf32c55aa45e728.jpg)</div>Location: Frank's Garage<br>People: Frank, LVMPD Officer<br><br>Frank could go a couple of ways: Calling allies and finding out more about the Hell Hounds. Additionally, there is a threat against Melissa.<br><br><hr><br>The Police Officer gave Frank a look, <strong>"Look, this is a nice neighborhood. We managed to get one gang run out of here. I don't want to see a new one move it. I'll let it slide, but any more crap like this, and I'll need to kick it upstairs to the Gang Task Force."</strong> <br><br><div align="center"><strong>What Does Frank Do?</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>29-08-2022, 22:53:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>"Nice to meet you," Fiona said by rote.&nbsp; Her own thoughts were wild, with so many speculations and possibilities floating through her mind that she wasn't particularly easy to read at the moment.&nbsp; One thought regarding Danielle's lilac dress, however, snapped to focus as one of Fiona's old memories.&nbsp; The mind was a web of interconnected thoughts and ideas, after all.<br><br><em>So very young, Fiona walked around in a lilac dress of her own, modeling in the mirror.&nbsp; Her arms hurt, her legs hurt, but she didn't get opportunities like this often.&nbsp; Wasn't she pretty?&nbsp; She wanted to go out and play.<br><br>As Mom walked in, fury showed on her face.&nbsp; "Fiona, what are you doing?"&nbsp; Angry Mom meant business.&nbsp; "Why aren't you with your father?&nbsp; He's supposed to be showing you how to make a water purifier in the event of an emergency."<br><br>"Betty said I could have this dress."&nbsp; Fiona looked annoyed.&nbsp; "Why can't I just play?&nbsp; It's always water purifiers, and swords, and how to take apart a gun and put it back together, and I don't even want to hunt monsters!&nbsp; Why can't I wear dresses and play?"<br><br>Mom got down to a knee and took Fiona's face in her hands.&nbsp; "Because this is a scary world, honey, and we need to keep you safe.&nbsp; The wrong move at the wrong moment is death, just like happened to that poor waitress who had no idea what was going on."<br><br>Fiona remembered the diner.&nbsp; She didn't want to end up like that.<br><br>"You're strong, honey.&nbsp; You're going to help a lot of people, just like your dad and I do.&nbsp; Pretty dresses just aren't a part of that."</em><br><br>In the present, Fiona asked the group, "So, I'm guessing that Frank told you all the same things he told me.&nbsp; Any other information?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>29-08-2022, 23:02:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5b/7d/ca/5b7dca6f2af151cfdac3e08e2f48f073.jpg)</div>OOC Scene 1, Post 4.<br>Characters: Danielle, Fiona, and Taryn; Detective Frank McDonagh and Team, Anna (Taryn's cleaner) <br>Location: Wanda's Fish Farm<br><br>If you so choose, you can go to visit the Archivist and roll with Hit the Streets (Power not Wild) to see what they can tell you about the Lord of Shadows and Blood (LSB) <br><hr><br>Fiona, the Hunter, knew the next step down the path, <strong>"Right now we need data.&nbsp; Out there somewhere, hopefully, is one of the fae who knows things and has been around since back when Fae Courts claimed Vegas." </strong><br><br>Evan chuckled, <strong>"You give the Fae more credit than they are due. One of the Fae will never forget a debt, or slight. However, history is not our strong suit. I know someone who has as good a chance as any of knowing about this Lord of Shadows and Blood."</strong> Evan looked at Danielle and showed a wan smile <strong>"Unfortunately, the Archivist has no interest in money. However, he would be very interested in your abilities, Danielle."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ihinka</strong> on <strong>29-08-2022, 23:41:26</strong>
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				<hr><strong>OOC:</strong> If Blaine doesn't get called out by Taryn (depending on how the phone call goes), she would like to go for a run before the fight, maybe even combine it with a patrol around her territory.<br><em>Location:</em> Blaine's House in Sunset Moors<br><em>People:</em> Blaine, Carl Leblanc, Taryn (over phone)<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/9add7160aec1c735e5a42aec048143df/tumblr_od2hn0OsGW1qen5kxo1_1280.gif)</div>At Carl's words Blaine just shook her head and stepped over the threshold to wordlessly invade the man's personal space.<br><br><strong>"Carl, I have no idea what pack you grew up with, but it's plain as day it left you with a desperately warped worldview of weres, supernaturals, or even humans. While our animal sides are ruled by instincts that are as pure and simple as hunt, feed, mate, breed... All of it is bent through the prism of our human sides. There is and never was 'the strong ruling and the week submitting'. It's all about survival and each of us using the tools we were given to that end. Predator and prey. Be it strength or cunning. Speed or smarts. It's the right set of skills for the right job.<br><br>Maybe you've lived in Vegas too long. Your brain frying under it's neon lights. Or maybe you never had any spine to begin with. Either way... I hope that before this shitstorm you speak of hits, you'd have found your backbone. Or I can guarantee you, you are gonna find yourself on the wrong side of history otherwise. Because you're not only not going to be 'top dog', you're also not gonna have any sway, but a set of rather restraining strings on you. If that's how you want it, who am I to stay in your way."</strong><br><br>Blaine's blue eyes pierced Carl down to the very depths of his soul.<br><br><strong>"But I will be damned if I agree to be anything other than what I truly am for the twisted ambitions of someone else! And that goes for me and my pack of one. I'm not gonna waist any more of my breath on you, Carl. I'll see you at Fight Club."</strong><br><br>Blaine dismissed the male alpha and once again simply entered her home and closed the door on him. Not a minute later and her phone rang.<br><br><em>Taryn?! Aren't I popular today.</em> The ex-Coastie sighed as she accepted the call.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Wolf</span></strong></em><hr><strong>Stats:</strong> Blood 2 // Heart -1 // Mind 0 // Spirit 1<br><strong>Circles:</strong> Mortalis 0 [ ][ ][ ] // Night 2 [ ][ ][ ] // Power -1 [ ][ ][ ] // Wild 1 [ ][ ][ ]<br><br><strong>Playbook Moves:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Comes With the Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you are actively patrolling your territory when time passes—or at the start of the game—roll with <strong>Blood</strong>. On a 10+, your territory is secure and trouble is at a minimum; take +1 ongoing when you <strong><em>Hit The Streets</em></strong> in your territory. On a 7-9, one of your troubles surfaces (your choice), along with an opportunity to address it. On a miss, or if you aren’t attending to your territory, things go south and your troubles are fast and furious.</div></div>, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alpha Dog</div><div class="spoiler_body">When <strong><em>you persuade an NPC in your territory with threats or promises</em></strong>, roll with <strong>Blood</strong> instead of <strong>Heart</strong>.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancement:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Available at the beginning of play</strong></td><td><strong>After five advances, you may select</strong></td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] Night Status 2</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] advance four basic moves</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] join or lead a Wolf Pack</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a move from another archetype</td><td>[ ] retire your character to safety</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] change your Circle</td><td>[ ] change to a new archetype</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>[ ] Mortalis // [ ] Night // [ ] Power // [ ] Wild<br><br><strong>Harm:</strong><br>[ ] Faint // [ ][ ] Serious // [ ][ ] Critical<br><br><strong>Scars:</strong><br>[ ] Shattered // [ ] Crushed // [ ] Fractured // [ ] Broken<br><br><strong>Corruption:</strong> [ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]<br><em>Trigger:</em> When you destroy a threat to your territory instead of driving it out, mark corruption.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancements</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move from another archetype or your own<br>[ ] retire your character; they may return as a Threat<br></div></div>, <em>Moves</em><br><br><strong>Let It Out:</strong> heal 2-harm instantaneously, starting with critical harm; transform from one form into the other without seeing the moon; perform a ferocious feat of lupine strength and speed; enhance your lupine senses to supernatural levels<br><br><strong>End Move:</strong><br>When you die or retire your character, anyone in the scene you wish to protect escapes and reaches safety, no matter the odds.<br><br><strong>Intimacy:</strong><br>When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you create a primal bond with them until the end of the next session; you always know where to find them and when they’re in trouble.<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Blaine's Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">You’ve claimed an area of the city as your own. By default, your territory covers a city block or two and has the trouble: +crime.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">People in your territory work hard to keep the streets safe (remove +crime)</li><li type="disc">You are widely accepted as this place’s protector (add blessing: +supported)</li><li type="disc">A status-3 NPC wants your territory and is working to get it (add trouble: +encroachment)</li><li type="disc">You have offered protection within your territory to someone, and now their problems are yours (add trouble: +fealty)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Transformation</div><div class="spoiler_body">By default, you can change into your wolf form - at will - in the sight of the moon: you gain natural weaponry (2-harm), 1-armor, and all of the qualities and weaknesses you choose below.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">You are versatile: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>letting it out</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are cunning: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>keeping your cool</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are steadfast: you fight like a small group against groups</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you lose control while transformed</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you transform when you are stressed or angry</li><li type="disc">The transformation draws the attention of supernatural creatures</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">A duffel bag with your personal belongings, a shitty cell phone.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">9mm Beretta (2-harm close loud)</li><li type="disc">Butterfly knife (2-harm hand concealable)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intro Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">When did you first experience the change?<br><em>I think this one is answered pretty well in the background.</em><br><br>How long have you been in the city?<br><em>One year, tops. Blaine is a recent transplant. But she's been here long enough to establish her territory.</em><br><br>What is the best part of your other form?<br><em>Her eyes are her best feature in both her forms.</em><br><br>Who is the most important person in your territory?<br><em>Blaine is a bit of a recluse. Especially after losing her mate and her only surviving relative, her aunt. So you could say she is a bit gun-shy when it comes to forming new, deeper attachments.</em><br><br>What do you desperately need?<br><em>Blaine is intent on finding out the circumstances of her turning and the slaughter of her family. She is not fanatical about it. But she will go to great lengths to discover the truth behind it.</em></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPC_Object_Location Submissions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPC Submission - Kazumi - Blaine's right hand man and second in command</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/72/a3/d672a3adfcc05419764a9f6886fa27c4.jpg)</div><strong>"I know it ain't pretty. And believe me, it breaks my heart too to see 'im like that. But the lad's completely feral. It was this or puttin' 'im down!"</strong> The scruffy looking man explained as he led Blaine into the room with a single large cage. The moment Blaine entered the room a furry body flung itself against the bars of the cage. Ferocious, savage growls accompanied the wild, mindless thrashing.<br><br><strong>"Coyote?"</strong> Blaine asked, her eyes never leaving the thrashing form. Her voice, soft and gentle.<br><br><strong>"Among other things."</strong> The scruffy guy answered. <strong>"He's been experimented on something fierce. I ain't ashamed to say it makes my stomach turn, just thinkin' 'bout what the poor lad's been through. Brutalized ain't a strong enough word."</strong><br><br>Blaine could feel Mr. Scruffy's anger flair. The response from within the cage was immediate. The thrashing intensified. As did the growling and gnashing of teeth.<br><br>Blaine stepped in front of Mr. Scruffy. <strong>"Control yourself or step out, Liam!"</strong> The were Alpha commended quietly. She didn't want to extinguish Liam's anger with her powers. Though she could, effectively, if she put him to heal. But why would she?! His anger was justified. It was only that the boy was tortured beyond reason and only knew to answer to anger with aggression. That would change. With time. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.<br><br><strong>"I need to know what's been done to him."</strong><br><br>Liam wordlessly handed Blaine a flash drive. <strong>"You think you can 'elp 'im?"</strong> He finally asked.<br><br><strong>"That would depend."</strong> Blaine answered ambiguously.<br><br><strong>"On?"</strong> Liam rejoined with another question.<br><br><strong>"Time."</strong> Blaine's eyes had never strayed from the thrashing coyote. <strong>"And him."</strong><br><br><br>***<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/76/cd/3776cd6692840e4bd733370dedc556c4.jpg)</div>Blaine's eyes fell on Kazumi. He possessed that androgynous beauty only Asians somehow could effortlessly pull off. To look at him now, one would hardly believe the state he'd been in when he first came to Blaine. Savage and feral. Deadly. Made so by the most brutal of experiments. Forcefully turned and continually experimented on with the intent of creating some sort of ultimate were gene. It had taken Kazumi months just to shift out of his coyote form in the presence of Blaine. They'd worked on building trust for the longest of time, before moving on to learning, or rather, relearning simple human behavior. Maybe it had been Blaine's unique were alpha powers. Or her patience. Or how much she cared. Or Kazumi's will to overcome what he'd been made to endure. Or a combination of all of the above. But with time the brutalized young man had flourished into a gentle and artistic soul. And his loyalty to Blaine knew no bounds. Their bond, unshakeable.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Object Submission</span></div><br>A chair sits in Blaine's workshop. The once painted over wood stripped fully, but otherwise untouched. It's make, rustic. Almost crude. But functional. It somehow stands on its own in Blaine's otherwise busy workshop. For a piece of furniture it looks benign enough. And yet if one were to stand next to it the last thing they'd get the urge to do is sit in it. And even if, by some sort of miracle, they don't recognize the weird vibes and were to sit in it, they were in for one hell of a ride. Hell being the operative word here. As, unbeknownst to anyone but Blaine and select other few, the chair is cobbled together from different pieces of wood. A number of which, having the unfortunate fate of once belonging to Gruesome Gertie. Louisianna's electric chair.<br><br>Blaine had acquired the dangerous piece of furniture at a flee market. Not knowing what she'd found or how dangerous it was. It had revealed it's nature only after the led paint had been stripped off it. A few months of research later Blaine had learned the chair had been dismantled after being put out of commission and the pieces to be incinerated. But, apparently they'd somehow escaped that fate. And found new life incorporated in other furniture. Blaine was in cooperation with a group of people to track down the pieces of the chair. For unless the furniture that had pieces of Gruesome Gertie within it was led coated, it inflicted psychological trauma of immense proportions to its user.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Location Submission - The Sunset Moors - Blaine's Territory</span></div><br>Despite the tragic events in her early childhood, Blaine had always known the safety of home. Firstly, provided by her aunt, who'd raised her after the death of her parents and her younger sister. And secondly, among Loup Garoup's pack. So Blaine had grown up to appreciate the safety of one's place of rest. If she had to live someplace for prolonged periods of time, she would always try to find a place to call home that was safe. But not only that. It also needed to be a place of culture. She could accept nothing less after having grown up in New Orleans and traveled the world over.<br><br>Once she'd decided to settle in Vegas to continue her investigation on the tragedy that befell her family, she found a realtor to find her a place to live. Someone who would not throw glitter in her eyes, but give it to her straight. After she'd found one such person, it was a matter of waiting them out, until they found her the perfect place. But it had turned out, finding what she wanted was not easy. Finding a calm, homely, wholesome, artsy neighborhood in a city that prided itself on it's nightlife and casinos, had turned out to be quite the difficult task for her realtor.<br><br>But Blaine had asked her to give it to her straight and so one day her real estate agent had called her into the office for a talk.<br><br><strong>"Look, Blaine, what you want is something you won't be able to just find lying around in Vegas. I can find you a place that best fits your criteria, but if you want it just the way you say, you're gonna have to work for it! This city doesn't just give you things for free! Now, I have a place that is up to your specifications. Or rather... It was! What I have in mind is close to Sunset Park. It used to be a good neighborhood. Just like you asked. Calm, homely, wholesome, with a good community and some fine local art circles. Until... Some gang took over the parks as their turf. The police tried to regain control back, but... Well, let's just say there were no ghost-busters to call.<br><br>People are spooked. No one dares set foot in the park. They are all too stubborn to leave their homes. But the neighborhood is suffering. The park gang is driving business away. The local art scene isn't fearing any better. It's like a a town in siege... from the inside.<br><br>You seem to be... well... interested in... ahem... peculiar things. I figured if you wanted a place that is safe, with a nice community. Homely. Artsy... And all that stuff you could just... Well, do something about that park gang and have your perfect place to lay your head."</strong><br><br>And Blaine had decided, if nothing else, it was worth taking a look. And so she'd visited the neighborhood. The atmosphere was truly oppressive. People were obviously stressed. But also determined to not give in or give up. They had been naturally suspicious of her asking around the way she had. But not outright hostile or unwelcoming. Some of the more elderly had even gone to such lengths as invite her into their homes and tell her tales of how the neighborhood had once been. Vibrant and lively. Not bustling like the rest of Vegas, but enjoying life at its own pace. With lots of local businesses and culture spots. An art gallery that catered to all sorts of local artists. A local waterhole with the best microbrews and craft beer. A neighborhood that truly had been an oasis of calm among the churning sea that was Las Vegas.<br><br>Naturally, hearing all this, Blaine's next step had been decided. Her stroll to the park had been accompanied by whispers and murmurs from the younger crowd. And one elder or two had even tried to stop her from going into the park lest she be hurt. But Blaine had decided that this was the place she wanted to lay her head. These were the people she wanted to call neighbors. And this gang needed to find a new place to call their turf, because Blaine was claiming this as her territory.<br><br>The gang had turned out to be a pack of werecoyote. Almost all barely out of teendome. Brash and drunk on their independence from any alpha influence. Blaine had taken no pleasure in putting them to heal and chasing them off with their collective tails between their legs.<br><br>With the gang gone and order reestablished within the neighborhood, the residents quickly came together to get the place back up from the dumps. Campaigns were raised to demonstrate the neighborhood was no longer unsafe for business ventures. Cultural and art tourism quickly began to trickle back in. And beer aficionados eagerly returned to the Cauldron for their craft beer and microbrew fix. Life was returning back to the neighborhood. And even though Blaine tried to become lost among its denizens, people couldn't forget the Sunset Park hero. As they came to dub her. But even more embarrassingly, the neighborhood came to be known to the locals as the Sunset Moors.</div></div><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>30-08-2022, 00:05:38</strong>
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				(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><br>"Blaine! How's my favourite puppy?" Taryn enthused enthusiastically as soon as the call was connected. "How's the territory doing? Keeping things well ordered? Wonderful! Listen, there's a new gang in town, it seems. They tried to tag my club. My club!" Anger rose in the imp's voice at that last, but rather than going shrill, it become low and demonic, the kind that might easily frighten most mortal. She had to pause and take deep breaths, before returning to feigning insouciance. Few things rattled Taryn and nearly all of them had to do with the thing that she'd spent so much of her life on. Quite literally sometimes.<br><br>"I do apologize," Taryn continued, once she had calmed. "In any case, one of my staff, Tommy, you know him? Tall, handsome, like to wear that really tight shirt that does a wonderful job of showing his muscles? Sweet on you, too, if I recall. Well, he got hurt quite badly and that sort of thing simply cannot happen again. And so, I was thinking, who do I know who's big and strong and spends all their time around my club without ordering anything and who might be able to help me teach a young upstart what sorts of places are and are not off limits to them? I think, perhaps you understand where I'm going with this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>30-08-2022, 00:44:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>Frank gave the cop a nod of recognition and turned to walk back into his shop. He pulled out his phone as he walked away to fire a text off to Blaine. <em>Ran into some of your people today. Need your opinion. Meet for coffee?</em> <br><br>If the wolves were making moves in the city, Frank wanted to make sure he knew about it. He was out of the game, but if trouble came sniffing around his shop, he was going to make sure he knew how to protect himself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>30-08-2022, 04:35:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/52/Monsterpoh04.jpg)</div>Even though she seemed rough around the edges, what seemed like a childhood memory of Fiona's made Danielle see the woman in a differently light. She might have wanted to be a normal kid, to go out with the other normal kids to play. Danielle wondered what happened at the diner and so would make a point to ask Fiona whenever it was appropriate. So, there was a definite reason for her rough first impression. <br><br>Danielle didn't know much of Fae politics. What she knew was what Evan eventually told her, and that wasn't much. She had no interest, and so didn't ask. If people needed her powers, then maybe she'd have to use her gifts to get what she needed. And she needed to know who this Lord of Shadows and Blood character. He seemed to be the one who was targeting Evan, putting a target on his back. The name was uncanny and given her recent vivid insight with the unseen assailant who attacked from the shadows, once she knew the identity of this Lord, she'd have a better chance to prevent Evan's foreseen attack. She turned to Evan, her look towards him one of concern. There was no time to wish for anything more comfortable. As much as she wanted to finish her dinner under the stars, though while still platonic to Evan's romantic advances, this was a more pressing concern. <strong>"Hopefully this Archivist has an answer we seek,"</strong> Danielle responded to Evan. She wondered what use he had with her powers. She turned to the driver, who was still scanning the area. There was no incident, so that was good, but it was better to be wary. <strong>"Shall we go?"</strong> she said to him, allowing him to lead the way back to the truck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ihinka</strong> on <strong>30-08-2022, 10:53:16</strong>
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				<hr><strong>OOC:</strong> Correct me if I'm wrong, but Taryn never mentioned the tagging being werewolf related. So Blaine will be wondering how she can help and why Taryn doesn't just let the police handle the matter.<br><em>Location:</em> Blaine's House in Sunset Moors<br><em>People:</em> Blaine, Taryn (over phone), Frank (over text)<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/9add7160aec1c735e5a42aec048143df/tumblr_od2hn0OsGW1qen5kxo1_1280.gif)</div>Blaine's lip twitched in a snarl at Taryn's <em>pet</em> name for her. But she kept her tongue. She couldn't afford to lose access to Taryn's club. It was an excellent source for errant and random tidbits of information that might pertain to her family's massacre. So Blaine listened to what Taryn had to say. Her eyebrows rose at the news about some new gang trying to tag her club.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry to hear about your club... and your man..."</strong> Blaine had no recollection of this Tommy person. Regardless of what wonderful job he did to show off his muscles. And the fact that he was <em>sweet</em> on her was even more lost on Blaine. Men almost never caught her eye. But more importantly, after Clea's death no one really had. <strong>"I know I owe you one and I honor my debts, but I don't see how I can be of any help to you with gang activity. As I'm sure you are aware, I'm not a street enforcer. Shouldn't you leave this matter for the police to handle?"</strong> Blaine felt a buzz against her ear just as she asked her question. She pulled the phone away from her ear to see a message from Frank.<br><br><em>Wow, I'm <strong>really</strong> popular today!</em> Blaine thought as she put her call on speaker and swiped to read the message.<br><br>'<em>Ran into some of your people today. Need your opinion. Meet for coffee?</em>'<br><br>The were Alpha's forehead knotted with concern at the text. <em>First this Carl idiot, Taryn's club, and now this thing with Frank. Something's definitely up!</em><br><br>'<em>Just had an interesting visit myself. One that will actually lend me in Fight Club later today. So, yeah, I definitely think we can do with a chat. I can get ready in twenty and we can meet up wherever. Or you can come to mine if you like?</em>'<br><br>Blaine typed out her answer to Frank as she listened to Taryn's response.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Wolf</span></strong></em><hr><strong>Stats:</strong> Blood 2 // Heart -1 // Mind 0 // Spirit 1<br><strong>Circles:</strong> Mortalis 0 [ ][ ][ ] // Night 2 [ ][ ][ ] // Power -1 [ ][ ][ ] // Wild 1 [ ][ ][ ]<br><br><strong>Playbook Moves:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Comes With the Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you are actively patrolling your territory when time passes—or at the start of the game—roll with <strong>Blood</strong>. On a 10+, your territory is secure and trouble is at a minimum; take +1 ongoing when you <strong><em>Hit The Streets</em></strong> in your territory. On a 7-9, one of your troubles surfaces (your choice), along with an opportunity to address it. On a miss, or if you aren’t attending to your territory, things go south and your troubles are fast and furious.</div></div>, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alpha Dog</div><div class="spoiler_body">When <strong><em>you persuade an NPC in your territory with threats or promises</em></strong>, roll with <strong>Blood</strong> instead of <strong>Heart</strong>.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancement:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Available at the beginning of play</strong></td><td><strong>After five advances, you may select</strong></td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] Night Status 2</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] advance four basic moves</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] join or lead a Wolf Pack</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a move from another archetype</td><td>[ ] retire your character to safety</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] change your Circle</td><td>[ ] change to a new archetype</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>[ ] Mortalis // [ ] Night // [ ] Power // [ ] Wild<br><br><strong>Harm:</strong><br>[ ] Faint // [ ][ ] Serious // [ ][ ] Critical<br><br><strong>Scars:</strong><br>[ ] Shattered // [ ] Crushed // [ ] Fractured // [ ] Broken<br><br><strong>Corruption:</strong> [ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]<br><em>Trigger:</em> When you destroy a threat to your territory instead of driving it out, mark corruption.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancements</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move from another archetype or your own<br>[ ] retire your character; they may return as a Threat<br></div></div>, <em>Moves</em><br><br><strong>Let It Out:</strong> heal 2-harm instantaneously, starting with critical harm; transform from one form into the other without seeing the moon; perform a ferocious feat of lupine strength and speed; enhance your lupine senses to supernatural levels<br><br><strong>End Move:</strong><br>When you die or retire your character, anyone in the scene you wish to protect escapes and reaches safety, no matter the odds.<br><br><strong>Intimacy:</strong><br>When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you create a primal bond with them until the end of the next session; you always know where to find them and when they’re in trouble.<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Blaine's Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">You’ve claimed an area of the city as your own. By default, your territory covers a city block or two and has the trouble: +crime.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">People in your territory work hard to keep the streets safe (remove +crime)</li><li type="disc">You are widely accepted as this place’s protector (add blessing: +supported)</li><li type="disc">A status-3 NPC wants your territory and is working to get it (add trouble: +encroachment)</li><li type="disc">You have offered protection within your territory to someone, and now their problems are yours (add trouble: +fealty)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Transformation</div><div class="spoiler_body">By default, you can change into your wolf form - at will - in the sight of the moon: you gain natural weaponry (2-harm), 1-armor, and all of the qualities and weaknesses you choose below.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">You are versatile: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>letting it out</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are cunning: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>keeping your cool</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are steadfast: you fight like a small group against groups</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you lose control while transformed</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you transform when you are stressed or angry</li><li type="disc">The transformation draws the attention of supernatural creatures</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">A duffel bag with your personal belongings, a shitty cell phone.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">9mm Beretta (2-harm close loud)</li><li type="disc">Butterfly knife (2-harm hand concealable)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intro Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">When did you first experience the change?<br><em>I think this one is answered pretty well in the background.</em><br><br>How long have you been in the city?<br><em>One year, tops. Blaine is a recent transplant. But she's been here long enough to establish her territory.</em><br><br>What is the best part of your other form?<br><em>Her eyes are her best feature in both her forms.</em><br><br>Who is the most important person in your territory?<br><em>Blaine is a bit of a recluse. Especially after losing her mate and her only surviving relative, her aunt. So you could say she is a bit gun-shy when it comes to forming new, deeper attachments.</em><br><br>What do you desperately need?<br><em>Blaine is intent on finding out the circumstances of her turning and the slaughter of her family. She is not fanatical about it. But she will go to great lengths to discover the truth behind it.</em></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPC_Object_Location Submissions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPC Submission - Kazumi - Blaine's right hand man and second in command</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/72/a3/d672a3adfcc05419764a9f6886fa27c4.jpg)</div><strong>"I know it ain't pretty. And believe me, it breaks my heart too to see 'im like that. But the lad's completely feral. It was this or puttin' 'im down!"</strong> The scruffy looking man explained as he led Blaine into the room with a single large cage. The moment Blaine entered the room a furry body flung itself against the bars of the cage. Ferocious, savage growls accompanied the wild, mindless thrashing.<br><br><strong>"Coyote?"</strong> Blaine asked, her eyes never leaving the thrashing form. Her voice, soft and gentle.<br><br><strong>"Among other things."</strong> The scruffy guy answered. <strong>"He's been experimented on something fierce. I ain't ashamed to say it makes my stomach turn, just thinkin' 'bout what the poor lad's been through. Brutalized ain't a strong enough word."</strong><br><br>Blaine could feel Mr. Scruffy's anger flair. The response from within the cage was immediate. The thrashing intensified. As did the growling and gnashing of teeth.<br><br>Blaine stepped in front of Mr. Scruffy. <strong>"Control yourself or step out, Liam!"</strong> The were Alpha commended quietly. She didn't want to extinguish Liam's anger with her powers. Though she could, effectively, if she put him to heal. But why would she?! His anger was justified. It was only that the boy was tortured beyond reason and only knew to answer to anger with aggression. That would change. With time. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.<br><br><strong>"I need to know what's been done to him."</strong><br><br>Liam wordlessly handed Blaine a flash drive. <strong>"You think you can 'elp 'im?"</strong> He finally asked.<br><br><strong>"That would depend."</strong> Blaine answered ambiguously.<br><br><strong>"On?"</strong> Liam rejoined with another question.<br><br><strong>"Time."</strong> Blaine's eyes had never strayed from the thrashing coyote. <strong>"And him."</strong><br><br><br>***<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/76/cd/3776cd6692840e4bd733370dedc556c4.jpg)</div>Blaine's eyes fell on Kazumi. He possessed that androgynous beauty only Asians somehow could effortlessly pull off. To look at him now, one would hardly believe the state he'd been in when he first came to Blaine. Savage and feral. Deadly. Made so by the most brutal of experiments. Forcefully turned and continually experimented on with the intent of creating some sort of ultimate were gene. It had taken Kazumi months just to shift out of his coyote form in the presence of Blaine. They'd worked on building trust for the longest of time, before moving on to learning, or rather, relearning simple human behavior. Maybe it had been Blaine's unique were alpha powers. Or her patience. Or how much she cared. Or Kazumi's will to overcome what he'd been made to endure. Or a combination of all of the above. But with time the brutalized young man had flourished into a gentle and artistic soul. And his loyalty to Blaine knew no bounds. Their bond, unshakeable.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Object Submission</span></div><br>A chair sits in Blaine's workshop. The once painted over wood stripped fully, but otherwise untouched. It's make, rustic. Almost crude. But functional. It somehow stands on its own in Blaine's otherwise busy workshop. For a piece of furniture it looks benign enough. And yet if one were to stand next to it the last thing they'd get the urge to do is sit in it. And even if, by some sort of miracle, they don't recognize the weird vibes and were to sit in it, they were in for one hell of a ride. Hell being the operative word here. As, unbeknownst to anyone but Blaine and select other few, the chair is cobbled together from different pieces of wood. A number of which, having the unfortunate fate of once belonging to Gruesome Gertie. Louisianna's electric chair.<br><br>Blaine had acquired the dangerous piece of furniture at a flee market. Not knowing what she'd found or how dangerous it was. It had revealed it's nature only after the led paint had been stripped off it. A few months of research later Blaine had learned the chair had been dismantled after being put out of commission and the pieces to be incinerated. But, apparently they'd somehow escaped that fate. And found new life incorporated in other furniture. Blaine was in cooperation with a group of people to track down the pieces of the chair. For unless the furniture that had pieces of Gruesome Gertie within it was led coated, it inflicted psychological trauma of immense proportions to its user.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Location Submission - The Sunset Moors - Blaine's Territory</span></div><br>Despite the tragic events in her early childhood, Blaine had always known the safety of home. Firstly, provided by her aunt, who'd raised her after the death of her parents and her younger sister. And secondly, among Loup Garoup's pack. So Blaine had grown up to appreciate the safety of one's place of rest. If she had to live someplace for prolonged periods of time, she would always try to find a place to call home that was safe. But not only that. It also needed to be a place of culture. She could accept nothing less after having grown up in New Orleans and traveled the world over.<br><br>Once she'd decided to settle in Vegas to continue her investigation on the tragedy that befell her family, she found a realtor to find her a place to live. Someone who would not throw glitter in her eyes, but give it to her straight. After she'd found one such person, it was a matter of waiting them out, until they found her the perfect place. But it had turned out, finding what she wanted was not easy. Finding a calm, homely, wholesome, artsy neighborhood in a city that prided itself on it's nightlife and casinos, had turned out to be quite the difficult task for her realtor.<br><br>But Blaine had asked her to give it to her straight and so one day her real estate agent had called her into the office for a talk.<br><br><strong>"Look, Blaine, what you want is something you won't be able to just find lying around in Vegas. I can find you a place that best fits your criteria, but if you want it just the way you say, you're gonna have to work for it! This city doesn't just give you things for free! Now, I have a place that is up to your specifications. Or rather... It was! What I have in mind is close to Sunset Park. It used to be a good neighborhood. Just like you asked. Calm, homely, wholesome, with a good community and some fine local art circles. Until... Some gang took over the parks as their turf. The police tried to regain control back, but... Well, let's just say there were no ghost-busters to call.<br><br>People are spooked. No one dares set foot in the park. They are all too stubborn to leave their homes. But the neighborhood is suffering. The park gang is driving business away. The local art scene isn't fearing any better. It's like a a town in siege... from the inside.<br><br>You seem to be... well... interested in... ahem... peculiar things. I figured if you wanted a place that is safe, with a nice community. Homely. Artsy... And all that stuff you could just... Well, do something about that park gang and have your perfect place to lay your head."</strong><br><br>And Blaine had decided, if nothing else, it was worth taking a look. And so she'd visited the neighborhood. The atmosphere was truly oppressive. People were obviously stressed. But also determined to not give in or give up. They had been naturally suspicious of her asking around the way she had. But not outright hostile or unwelcoming. Some of the more elderly had even gone to such lengths as invite her into their homes and tell her tales of how the neighborhood had once been. Vibrant and lively. Not bustling like the rest of Vegas, but enjoying life at its own pace. With lots of local businesses and culture spots. An art gallery that catered to all sorts of local artists. A local waterhole with the best microbrews and craft beer. A neighborhood that truly had been an oasis of calm among the churning sea that was Las Vegas.<br><br>Naturally, hearing all this, Blaine's next step had been decided. Her stroll to the park had been accompanied by whispers and murmurs from the younger crowd. And one elder or two had even tried to stop her from going into the park lest she be hurt. But Blaine had decided that this was the place she wanted to lay her head. These were the people she wanted to call neighbors. And this gang needed to find a new place to call their turf, because Blaine was claiming this as her territory.<br><br>The gang had turned out to be a pack of werecoyote. Almost all barely out of teendome. Brash and drunk on their independence from any alpha influence. Blaine had taken no pleasure in putting them to heal and chasing them off with their collective tails between their legs.<br><br>With the gang gone and order reestablished within the neighborhood, the residents quickly came together to get the place back up from the dumps. Campaigns were raised to demonstrate the neighborhood was no longer unsafe for business ventures. Cultural and art tourism quickly began to trickle back in. And beer aficionados eagerly returned to the Cauldron for their craft beer and microbrew fix. Life was returning back to the neighborhood. And even though Blaine tried to become lost among its denizens, people couldn't forget the Sunset Park hero. As they came to dub her. But even more embarrassingly, the neighborhood came to be known to the locals as the Sunset Moors.</div></div><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>31-08-2022, 01:11:17</strong>
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				(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><br>"Oh, darling, now, don't give me that. I know you have your territory you maintain. I live it it. And it's delightful, of course, but I don't imagine for a moment that you haven't had to deal with a stray gang or two. This will just be the same thing, I'm sure. And I certainly wouldn't want to get the police involved with anything to do with my club. There would feel entitled to poke around and they'd be bound to stumble onto something or someone or something that offends them. And then it would be all bribes and disappearing people and things. No, no, no, I won't be having any of that. And besides, if they really were all that competent, you wouldn't have much work yourself, would you? So, one way or another, I will have to deal with this properly, with or without you. And I certainly would prefer having your support for this. Any way you choose, as long as it ends with them never doing anything like this again," Taryn replied to Blaine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ihinka</strong> on <strong>31-08-2022, 10:13:26</strong>
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				<hr><strong>OOC:</strong> <br><em>Location:</em> Blaine's House in Sunset Moors<br><em>People:</em> Blaine, Taryn (over phone)<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/9add7160aec1c735e5a42aec048143df/tumblr_od2hn0OsGW1qen5kxo1_1280.gif)</div>A quiet sigh escaped Blaine's lips as she returned her phone to her ear, once she'd finished her text to Frank. Taryn had a point. Mostly. Since the gang she'd had to deal with in order to clean out the Moors were a bunch of hormonal, runaway, were-coyote teens high on the freedom from their pack and alpha. Hardly a challenge for someone like Blaine. And while tagging tended to be a juvenile escapade as well, there was a chance it was something more. Especially considering what they'd tried to tag. You'd have to be either very stupid to tag Taryn's club, or someone with quite the balls of steel. And ulterior motives.<br><br>Blaine rubbed the bridge of her nose. She could feel the roots of a headache taking hold. Her third eye pulsed with displeasure.<br><br><strong>"Taryn, I'm not sure if you are trying to make me sound more competent in these matters than I really am, because you really want me to make this go away for you. I'm just a carpenter. And before that I was a rescue swimmer. But how about this...? Let me call some people. See what I can unearth. In the mean time, is it too much to ask that you maybe have surveillance cameras on the outside of your club? If by any miracle you do, shoot me the data. If not... well, we'll see what I can find out I guess. So, sit tight and I'll keep you posted, yeah."</strong> Blaine's subtle New Orleans accent and cadence made the subject matter they were discussing sound less seedy... or more so, depending on one's point of view.<br><br>Once she'd ended her call with Taryn, Blaine released another, heavier sigh. Paying out debts was rarely fun. They wouldn't be called 'debts' if it were. She could feel her wolf growing restless underneath her skin and a silky line of snow-white fur emerged from underneath the belt of her jeans, bisecting her abdomen.<br><br><strong>"I know, I know..."</strong> She spoke soothingly to her inner beast, the New Orleans accent replaced by a melodic Irish brogue. Despite her Alpha status, neither Blaine, nor her inner animal like being in the spotlight. And now they had a fight with Carl the Peacock Clown, Taryn was calling in her favor and Frank was coming in for a chat about his recent problems with werewolves. <strong>"I have the feeling things are gonna get hectic."</strong> Blaine grumbled to herself as she punched in Kazumi's number. Blaine might not have turned the eccentric were-coyote herself, but their bond was as strong if he was Blain's own beta. So it stood to reason he would be her first call. Adelaide was her second choice. She'd see what those two knew. If anything. And go from there.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Wolf</span></strong></em><hr><strong>Stats:</strong> Blood 2 // Heart -1 // Mind 0 // Spirit 1<br><strong>Circles:</strong> Mortalis 0 [ ][ ][ ] // Night 2 [ ][ ][ ] // Power -1 [ ][ ][ ] // Wild 1 [ ][ ][ ]<br><br><strong>Playbook Moves:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Comes With the Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you are actively patrolling your territory when time passes—or at the start of the game—roll with <strong>Blood</strong>. On a 10+, your territory is secure and trouble is at a minimum; take +1 ongoing when you <strong><em>Hit The Streets</em></strong> in your territory. On a 7-9, one of your troubles surfaces (your choice), along with an opportunity to address it. On a miss, or if you aren’t attending to your territory, things go south and your troubles are fast and furious.</div></div>, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alpha Dog</div><div class="spoiler_body">When <strong><em>you persuade an NPC in your territory with threats or promises</em></strong>, roll with <strong>Blood</strong> instead of <strong>Heart</strong>.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancement:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Available at the beginning of play</strong></td><td><strong>After five advances, you may select</strong></td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] Night Status 2</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] advance four basic moves</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] join or lead a Wolf Pack</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a move from another archetype</td><td>[ ] retire your character to safety</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] change your Circle</td><td>[ ] change to a new archetype</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>[ ] Mortalis // [ ] Night // [ ] Power // [ ] Wild<br><br><strong>Harm:</strong><br>[ ] Faint // [ ][ ] Serious // [ ][ ] Critical<br><br><strong>Scars:</strong><br>[ ] Shattered // [ ] Crushed // [ ] Fractured // [ ] Broken<br><br><strong>Corruption:</strong> [ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]<br><em>Trigger:</em> When you destroy a threat to your territory instead of driving it out, mark corruption.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancements</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move from another archetype or your own<br>[ ] retire your character; they may return as a Threat<br></div></div>, <em>Moves</em><br><br><strong>Let It Out:</strong> heal 2-harm instantaneously, starting with critical harm; transform from one form into the other without seeing the moon; perform a ferocious feat of lupine strength and speed; enhance your lupine senses to supernatural levels<br><br><strong>End Move:</strong><br>When you die or retire your character, anyone in the scene you wish to protect escapes and reaches safety, no matter the odds.<br><br><strong>Intimacy:</strong><br>When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you create a primal bond with them until the end of the next session; you always know where to find them and when they’re in trouble.<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Blaine's Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">You’ve claimed an area of the city as your own. By default, your territory covers a city block or two and has the trouble: +crime.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">People in your territory work hard to keep the streets safe (remove +crime)</li><li type="disc">You are widely accepted as this place’s protector (add blessing: +supported)</li><li type="disc">A status-3 NPC wants your territory and is working to get it (add trouble: +encroachment)</li><li type="disc">You have offered protection within your territory to someone, and now their problems are yours (add trouble: +fealty)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Transformation</div><div class="spoiler_body">By default, you can change into your wolf form - at will - in the sight of the moon: you gain natural weaponry (2-harm), 1-armor, and all of the qualities and weaknesses you choose below.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">You are versatile: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>letting it out</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are cunning: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>keeping your cool</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are steadfast: you fight like a small group against groups</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you lose control while transformed</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you transform when you are stressed or angry</li><li type="disc">The transformation draws the attention of supernatural creatures</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">A duffel bag with your personal belongings, a shitty cell phone.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">9mm Beretta (2-harm close loud)</li><li type="disc">Butterfly knife (2-harm hand concealable)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intro Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">When did you first experience the change?<br><em>I think this one is answered pretty well in the background.</em><br><br>How long have you been in the city?<br><em>One year, tops. Blaine is a recent transplant. But she's been here long enough to establish her territory.</em><br><br>What is the best part of your other form?<br><em>Her eyes are her best feature in both her forms.</em><br><br>Who is the most important person in your territory?<br><em>Blaine is a bit of a recluse. Especially after losing her mate and her only surviving relative, her aunt. So you could say she is a bit gun-shy when it comes to forming new, deeper attachments.</em><br><br>What do you desperately need?<br><em>Blaine is intent on finding out the circumstances of her turning and the slaughter of her family. She is not fanatical about it. But she will go to great lengths to discover the truth behind it.</em></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPC_Object_Location Submissions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPC Submission - Kazumi - Blaine's right hand man and second in command</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/72/a3/d672a3adfcc05419764a9f6886fa27c4.jpg)</div><strong>"I know it ain't pretty. And believe me, it breaks my heart too to see 'im like that. But the lad's completely feral. It was this or puttin' 'im down!"</strong> The scruffy looking man explained as he led Blaine into the room with a single large cage. The moment Blaine entered the room a furry body flung itself against the bars of the cage. Ferocious, savage growls accompanied the wild, mindless thrashing.<br><br><strong>"Coyote?"</strong> Blaine asked, her eyes never leaving the thrashing form. Her voice, soft and gentle.<br><br><strong>"Among other things."</strong> The scruffy guy answered. <strong>"He's been experimented on something fierce. I ain't ashamed to say it makes my stomach turn, just thinkin' 'bout what the poor lad's been through. Brutalized ain't a strong enough word."</strong><br><br>Blaine could feel Mr. Scruffy's anger flair. The response from within the cage was immediate. The thrashing intensified. As did the growling and gnashing of teeth.<br><br>Blaine stepped in front of Mr. Scruffy. <strong>"Control yourself or step out, Liam!"</strong> The were Alpha commended quietly. She didn't want to extinguish Liam's anger with her powers. Though she could, effectively, if she put him to heal. But why would she?! His anger was justified. It was only that the boy was tortured beyond reason and only knew to answer to anger with aggression. That would change. With time. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.<br><br><strong>"I need to know what's been done to him."</strong><br><br>Liam wordlessly handed Blaine a flash drive. <strong>"You think you can 'elp 'im?"</strong> He finally asked.<br><br><strong>"That would depend."</strong> Blaine answered ambiguously.<br><br><strong>"On?"</strong> Liam rejoined with another question.<br><br><strong>"Time."</strong> Blaine's eyes had never strayed from the thrashing coyote. <strong>"And him."</strong><br><br><br>***<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/76/cd/3776cd6692840e4bd733370dedc556c4.jpg)</div>Blaine's eyes fell on Kazumi. He possessed that androgynous beauty only Asians somehow could effortlessly pull off. To look at him now, one would hardly believe the state he'd been in when he first came to Blaine. Savage and feral. Deadly. Made so by the most brutal of experiments. Forcefully turned and continually experimented on with the intent of creating some sort of ultimate were gene. It had taken Kazumi months just to shift out of his coyote form in the presence of Blaine. They'd worked on building trust for the longest of time, before moving on to learning, or rather, relearning simple human behavior. Maybe it had been Blaine's unique were alpha powers. Or her patience. Or how much she cared. Or Kazumi's will to overcome what he'd been made to endure. Or a combination of all of the above. But with time the brutalized young man had flourished into a gentle and artistic soul. And his loyalty to Blaine knew no bounds. Their bond, unshakeable.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Object Submission</span></div><br>A chair sits in Blaine's workshop. The once painted over wood stripped fully, but otherwise untouched. It's make, rustic. Almost crude. But functional. It somehow stands on its own in Blaine's otherwise busy workshop. For a piece of furniture it looks benign enough. And yet if one were to stand next to it the last thing they'd get the urge to do is sit in it. And even if, by some sort of miracle, they don't recognize the weird vibes and were to sit in it, they were in for one hell of a ride. Hell being the operative word here. As, unbeknownst to anyone but Blaine and select other few, the chair is cobbled together from different pieces of wood. A number of which, having the unfortunate fate of once belonging to Gruesome Gertie. Louisianna's electric chair.<br><br>Blaine had acquired the dangerous piece of furniture at a flee market. Not knowing what she'd found or how dangerous it was. It had revealed it's nature only after the led paint had been stripped off it. A few months of research later Blaine had learned the chair had been dismantled after being put out of commission and the pieces to be incinerated. But, apparently they'd somehow escaped that fate. And found new life incorporated in other furniture. Blaine was in cooperation with a group of people to track down the pieces of the chair. For unless the furniture that had pieces of Gruesome Gertie within it was led coated, it inflicted psychological trauma of immense proportions to its user.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Location Submission - The Sunset Moors - Blaine's Territory</span></div><br>Despite the tragic events in her early childhood, Blaine had always known the safety of home. Firstly, provided by her aunt, who'd raised her after the death of her parents and her younger sister. And secondly, among Loup Garoup's pack. So Blaine had grown up to appreciate the safety of one's place of rest. If she had to live someplace for prolonged periods of time, she would always try to find a place to call home that was safe. But not only that. It also needed to be a place of culture. She could accept nothing less after having grown up in New Orleans and traveled the world over.<br><br>Once she'd decided to settle in Vegas to continue her investigation on the tragedy that befell her family, she found a realtor to find her a place to live. Someone who would not throw glitter in her eyes, but give it to her straight. After she'd found one such person, it was a matter of waiting them out, until they found her the perfect place. But it had turned out, finding what she wanted was not easy. Finding a calm, homely, wholesome, artsy neighborhood in a city that prided itself on it's nightlife and casinos, had turned out to be quite the difficult task for her realtor.<br><br>But Blaine had asked her to give it to her straight and so one day her real estate agent had called her into the office for a talk.<br><br><strong>"Look, Blaine, what you want is something you won't be able to just find lying around in Vegas. I can find you a place that best fits your criteria, but if you want it just the way you say, you're gonna have to work for it! This city doesn't just give you things for free! Now, I have a place that is up to your specifications. Or rather... It was! What I have in mind is close to Sunset Park. It used to be a good neighborhood. Just like you asked. Calm, homely, wholesome, with a good community and some fine local art circles. Until... Some gang took over the parks as their turf. The police tried to regain control back, but... Well, let's just say there were no ghost-busters to call.<br><br>People are spooked. No one dares set foot in the park. They are all too stubborn to leave their homes. But the neighborhood is suffering. The park gang is driving business away. The local art scene isn't fearing any better. It's like a a town in siege... from the inside.<br><br>You seem to be... well... interested in... ahem... peculiar things. I figured if you wanted a place that is safe, with a nice community. Homely. Artsy... And all that stuff you could just... Well, do something about that park gang and have your perfect place to lay your head."</strong><br><br>And Blaine had decided, if nothing else, it was worth taking a look. And so she'd visited the neighborhood. The atmosphere was truly oppressive. People were obviously stressed. But also determined to not give in or give up. They had been naturally suspicious of her asking around the way she had. But not outright hostile or unwelcoming. Some of the more elderly had even gone to such lengths as invite her into their homes and tell her tales of how the neighborhood had once been. Vibrant and lively. Not bustling like the rest of Vegas, but enjoying life at its own pace. With lots of local businesses and culture spots. An art gallery that catered to all sorts of local artists. A local waterhole with the best microbrews and craft beer. A neighborhood that truly had been an oasis of calm among the churning sea that was Las Vegas.<br><br>Naturally, hearing all this, Blaine's next step had been decided. Her stroll to the park had been accompanied by whispers and murmurs from the younger crowd. And one elder or two had even tried to stop her from going into the park lest she be hurt. But Blaine had decided that this was the place she wanted to lay her head. These were the people she wanted to call neighbors. And this gang needed to find a new place to call their turf, because Blaine was claiming this as her territory.<br><br>The gang had turned out to be a pack of werecoyote. Almost all barely out of teendome. Brash and drunk on their independence from any alpha influence. Blaine had taken no pleasure in putting them to heal and chasing them off with their collective tails between their legs.<br><br>With the gang gone and order reestablished within the neighborhood, the residents quickly came together to get the place back up from the dumps. Campaigns were raised to demonstrate the neighborhood was no longer unsafe for business ventures. Cultural and art tourism quickly began to trickle back in. And beer aficionados eagerly returned to the Cauldron for their craft beer and microbrew fix. Life was returning back to the neighborhood. And even though Blaine tried to become lost among its denizens, people couldn't forget the Sunset Park hero. As they came to dub her. But even more embarrassingly, the neighborhood came to be known to the locals as the Sunset Moors.</div></div><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>31-08-2022, 16:52:14</strong>
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				OOC<br><br>Fair warning. I'm not quite sure how far I will get. Before the meeting, I want to provide some background information for Blaine, Frank, and Taryn.<br><br>Blaine's roll - Hit the Streets. whatever you need is more costly than anticipated.<br>Here is what Blaine has learned:<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>The Hell Hounds are a size 2 (30+) or 3 (60+) faction.</li><li>They are striving (the faction is actively pursuing a new goal outside their routine behavior, seeking to topple a rival, secure a particular resource, or even just rid itself of a troublesome player character!)</li><li>Someone is giving the Hell Hounds inside information about the local Supernatural Community</li></ul><br>The cost. Members of the Supernatural community are expecting Blaine to stand up for them. <br><br><hr>Taryn returned to her club to find things in an unsettled state. Tommy had nothing major broken (Faint Harm). As a bouncer, Tommy was used to giving and taking beatings. He let the EMTs patch him up but refused to go to the hospital claiming, <strong>"I'd be a target in the hospital. I'm staying at the club."</strong> The attack on Tommy unsettled the staff. Everyone working at the club knew that Taryn had connections, and a few were generally aware of Taryn's Supernatural connections.<br><br>The video from Taryn's place showed a single baclava-wearing person begin tagging the club. When Tommy went outside, another four figures wearing motorcycle helmets attacked Tommy. The five figures ran off as other staff rushed out of the club. The graffiti was a half-painted red dog.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br>Frank got a couple of calls before meeting with Blaine. There had been a couple of clashes between the Hell Hounds and the Marauders. There was even a call from the LVMPD. One of the detectives who had tried to convict Frank (and a few of the Marauders) was now head of the gang task force. The call was a combination of a threat, 'We will not tolerate Gang Violence in our City,' and probing for information, 'Know anything about this new gang in town?' The call leftFrank with the impression that the Hell Hounds were not keeping a low profile. <br><br><hr><br>Blaine was probably in the best position to find out what was happening, given that she and her wolves are the defacto Neighborhood watch. Kazumi and the pups made the rounds of the neighborhood. A disturbing pattern emerged; except for Frank and the Marauders, the remaining incidents were against various Supernaturals - verbal threats, tagging, in a couple of cases, a stone through a window. First, whoever was behind this had a significant number of people - thirty to fifty people were involved. More concerning, the group had superior intelligence about Supernaturals in the neighborhood. It appeared that there was a least one spy in the area.<br><br>Several members of the Supernatural community have voiced their desire or expectation that Blaine will do something about this new gang in town.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>31-08-2022, 17:12:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>☐</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☒</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>Evan's explanation about the Archivist made sense, and she nodded.&nbsp; No doubt he'd rather not be directly involved, allowing him his own plausible deniability.<br><br>"Want a lift?" Fiona offered to Danielle, curious about the mention of abilities but deciding to let it come out naturally in conversation.&nbsp; "Not sure where to start finding him - I don't have a lot of contacts with fae - but I know the city well enough to drive places you might suggest."&nbsp; Fiona had no idea what Danielle was; nothing in the conversation necessitated Danielle being fae, but it was entirely possible.<br><br>A glance to Taryn indicated that she would have offered, except that Taryn apparently had other things to deal with.&nbsp; That was okay; this likely wouldn't be a quick and easy fix in any event.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>31-08-2022, 17:24:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/52/Monsterpoh04.jpg)</div>At Fiona's offer for a ride, Danielle stopped to turn to the blonde woman. Having received the vision of her childhood (albeit without her permission), she felt somewhat connected to a relatively unknown woman. She glanced at Evan and while the back of his coat was clear of any tear or blemish, her vivid vision of unseen cuts across his body caused her to imagine a bright target on his back. If anything, Fiona could take care of herself, but Evan, he'd need the insight of Danielle. She couldn't defend him very well, having no offensive capabilities to note, but deep down inside, consider his platonic love for her, he'd want Danielle by his side.<br><br>She turned back to Fiona and politely declined. <strong>"Thanks, but I'll ride with Evan. You're more than welcome to follow,"</strong> Danielle told her. She turned on her heel and caught up with Evan, wrapping an arm around his. They got to the truck and climbed inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>31-08-2022, 17:41:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>☐</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☒</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>Fiona gave a simple nod and followed into her car, letting the truck lead the way.&nbsp; If they got separated by traffic, Danielle had her number and could ensure that they met up at the same place.<br><br>Leaving her windows down as she drove, Fiona had some soundtrack preferences that didn't really fit in with an "Ice Queen" killer.&nbsp; Small surprise to people who knew the woman beneath, but then, reputation helped in a lot of ways when intimidation was necessary.&nbsp; Even so, she wasn't going to force herself to listen to music she didn't like all the way there just in case she had to come across as scary.<br><br>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5yaoMjaAmE
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>31-08-2022, 23:51:27</strong>
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				(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><br>"I have every confidence in your capacities," Taryn replied. "And if my confidence is misplaced, well, we'll just have to find some other sorts of things you might be able to do for me." There was the distinct tone that those other things might not be as pleasant. "I will be sending you everything I have, in any case." She ended the call and smiled and wave to Danielle, but she had her own car and important things to do than ride share with her at the moment.<br><br>Back at the Tar Pit, Taryn smiled at Tommy's loyalty, but still assigned him to a less risky position for now. Bouncing in the calmer areas of the main club, where he was mostly there to be seen and wouldn't expect much violence. The video, of course, she sent to Blaine, as well as a few good pictures of the tag, before she ordered to have it removed. It was a provocation, certainly, but it also sent a powerful message. The Tar Pit would not allow itself to be part of anyone's grounds. Not only that, it was essential. It would deeply hurt her affairs if there was even the vaguest hint that she didn't hold to her pacts of neutrality. And the fact that this gang had done something that was might be construed to be against these pacts showed them to be either to small-time to know, too foolish to care or too powerful to ignore. The first too, Blaine could certainly handle, the third, she deeply hoped against.<br><br>But, in any case, things seemed to be moving along in that case and Taryn did love to keep many plates spinning. No, it was more than a preference, it was a need. It was how she lived her life. It was how she survived. And, in this case, it was what she would pursue. She needed to find herself that pervert and, though she didn't know where to find one, she had an idea of someone who might. She'd heard of someone who'd made some waves in the area, someone who could find... special talent Mark Zheng was the name she heard. And she felt it was time to pay him a visit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>01-09-2022, 01:23:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Monsterpoh02.jpg)</div><strong>Time:</strong> Later that night...<br><hr>There was no waiting around, After the visit to the crime scene last night, with a task to do, Danielle wanted to do it right away and be closer to finding out who this Lord of Shadow and Blood could be and therefore, prevent Evan's foreseen attack from happening. But as luck would have it, Evan was called to another pressing matter, something to do with Wonderland and not about fae slain in an act of some BDSM fantasy. She wanted the dinner that happened, or was supposed to happen if Agent Frank did not drop a text in the middle of the night. So, she returned to her cottage, had a comfortable dinner with a black cat who usually was off wandering the resort, and slept, though not before remembering another vision she was privy to last night.<br><br>She sent a text before going to bed, to the one who was called "Ice Queen," yet in their first meeting, she was anything but. Her upbringing may have established the name, but to Danielle, she was just Fiona. The text was an invitation to breakfast, somewhere close to where this Archivist was located, according to the address that Evan gave her. He seemed like he wanted to be there with her, but with him being the one who worked with the comings and goings, in and out of the Wonderland Casino &amp; Resort, he didn't have the luxury of free time. Fortunately, she figured he'd have security watching his back in Danielle's stead. A thought like that made Danielle sleep without worry.<br><br><br><strong>Time:</strong> The next morning...<br><hr><br>Danielle got up early, but not for some guest at the Resort. It was routine for her to tend to her garden of orchids and maybe even spot the wayward black cat among the foliage. His previous name was Mister Whiskers and had been an anchor of a Spectre she had met two months prior. She'd regularly visit the cat as well as Danielle, who was the cat's caretaker. The Spectre had recently ascended, reconciled with their tragic end and left this plane, leaving the cat behind. So, Danielle thought she should rename the cat, but so far, had not found a suitable name for him.<br><br>She got ready for her breakfast, donning an almost all-white outfit. Fiona was to meet her at the front of the Casino, where the driveway was. The driveway was completely covered and fashioned like a cave, complete with large crystals hanging from the ceiling. Any pedestrian who entered this cavern-like driveway would immediately feel the cool temperature, a stark contrast with the outside Las Vegas heat, even in the morning. Danielle waited in her outfit, a bag hanging from her arm.<br><br>Once the muscle car rolled in and parked at the curb, she got in. <strong>"I made reservations at a diner. Just an old-fashioned type of breakfast. I'm just starving,"</strong> Danielle commented as she climbed in. Fiona drove to the place and when they got to their booth, she ordered. In Fiona's perspective, she may overordered. Before her was a plate of country-fried steak and flanking that on either side was a stack of cinnamon French toast and a Belgian waffle. Her choice of the diner did not register in her mind at the time of reserving it, in that she did wonder what happened at that diner in Fiona's memory. In fact, she would be blind to any facial expression on Fiona from the time she entered the restaurant to the moment they were seated. Seeing Fiona with no food in front of her, she'd ask, <strong>"Food not ready yet?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>01-09-2022, 03:10:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>☐</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☒</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>In the light of day, Fiona's clothes were easier to see.&nbsp; The black leather jacket looked pretty ubiquitous, but she wore a simple purple shirt underneath when it was unzipped.&nbsp; Her shoulder holder carrying the hand cannon was no less a constant companion, but it seemed more a weight that she accepted and bore.&nbsp; She just wasn't all that great with people, and was used to letting the reputation speak for her when someone required a shakedown.<br><br>"Sounds good," Fiona agreed, and gestured to let Danielle control the old radio if she wanted, but was otherwise content to drive in silence.<br><br>Once she came back inside, the memories struck her.&nbsp; If Danielle looked very closely, Fiona had barely looked at the menu but had actually ordered by memory from the kids' menu; the waiter just hadn't asked but had needed more time to make things up.<br><br>"Sorry, I, um..."&nbsp; Her eyes drifted off towards the same corner again and again.&nbsp; Ordinarily, for someone tactically trained, this would be to the entrances and exits of a place.&nbsp; Fiona certainly kept an eye on the big front entrance as well, but nobody was seated in the booth she kept looking.&nbsp; "I guess I haven't been here in a while."<br><br>Pushing away unpleasant memories was hardly an uncommon tactic for anyone; this was likely the first time she'd consciously confronted it in some time.&nbsp; However, she was also able to handle it, just pushing past with little issue.&nbsp; Maybe the nickname of "Ice Queen" came more from her ability to keep her cool even in traumatic situations.&nbsp; Then again, maybe it was a mockery.<br><br>Once she realized she'd gotten a kid's portion of waffles, some would complain, others would recognize the mistake and ask for more.&nbsp; Fiona just ate, maybe just not that hungry, maybe hoping no one else would recognize the mistake.<br><br>In a tactical situation, her mind worked fast and she had all sorts of plans for what to do next.&nbsp; Just sitting down to breakfast, having a normal conversation?&nbsp; Not so much.&nbsp; Even less so when confronted with this particular diner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>01-09-2022, 09:31:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>Frank arrived at Blaine's in an old, beat-up pick-up truck. It wasn't much, but it was cheap and someone with less mechanical knowledge than Frank wouldn't have been able to keep it running. Still, every time he drove the thing, he longed for his old chopper, to feel the wind rushing against his skin, to hear the roar of its engine. But if he was going to stay retired from the life, it was best to look the part. <br><br>Frank had finished his shift at the shop before he had the chance to drive over. He had traded in his dirty mechanics overalls for a clean black tee, and simple navy blue jeans. Even then, his jeans were washed out and fraying at the knees. They didn't sport the kind of rips that he saw in various pants hanging up in stores nowadays, they had the kind of rips that came only after months or years of hard wear. <br><br>He had promised his callers earlier in the day that he was still out of the game, and that they would need to handle this business on their own. But as he strode up the driveway, he couldn't help but wonder how long that lie might remain true. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>01-09-2022, 23:47:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Monsterpoh02.jpg)</div>Danielle did notice something was up with Fiona and she was awfully quiet. Danielle didn't say much too, since it was evident she was hungry. She assumed Fiona already knew what she was wanted as she did not even look at the menu that was provided by the waiter. When she finally spoke, the blonde woman's gray eyes dart to somewhere near the entrance. Danielle started on her food, but at time glance to the area where Fiona's eyes scanned. When she spoke once more, hinting at she hadn't been in a long time, Danielle thought it was weird. <strong>"Really? It's strange, because this place wasn't open last month,"</strong> she pointed out. A few calmed breaths later, Fiona looked okay, as if what had bothered her beforehand had been dealt with internally. Danielle had in her mind to read her again, to place what would seem a comforting hand on Fiona's, but she thought better not to. She did not want to mess up a reading, especially a half-assed one done out of curiosity. It usually went badly, with both herself and whoever she was reading to get hurt in some way.<br><br>Fiona's pancakes got to the table and she just ate like nothing was amiss and Danielle deduce that she may have ate before coming her. Danielle wasn't offended, but was actually glad Fiona took her up on her offer to accompany her. She knew she was better off with someone on their visit to the Archivist later.<br><br>With three plates finished, Danielle paid and they were back in the car, driving to the address of the Archivist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>02-09-2022, 00:22:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>☐</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☒</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>"No, not this particular one," Fiona tried to explain, embarrassment jumping to her features that she was unclear.&nbsp; After a bit of pause, she gave a small disclaimer.&nbsp; "I was a kid.&nbsp; My mom and dad trained me in the family business."&nbsp; Emphasis on her words indicated that she meant something beyond the obvious and common meaning of her words; it was easy to tell why she didn't want to discuss her profession in public.&nbsp; "Somebody...I thought for sure something was wrong, and I didn't speak up because I figured my mom would have seen if I was right, you know?&nbsp; He was angry with my mom.&nbsp; Somebody else got caught in the wrong place and was killed."&nbsp; Fiona considered the rest easy to guess.<br><br>In some ways, Fiona was past it, and didn't want it to bother her.&nbsp; On the other hand, it wasn't something anyone truly just forgot, not if they still had a conscience and a soul.&nbsp; It was a weight, but one she could bear, even if she didn't think about it all that much.<br><br>It didn't take her long to finish eating.&nbsp; Fiona seemed to have, not exactly an aversion to public places, but they put her more on alert.&nbsp; Soon enough, she was back in the car to drive.&nbsp; "Any music preferences?" she asked along the way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ihinka</strong> on <strong>02-09-2022, 15:19:29</strong>
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				<hr><strong>OOC:</strong> <br><em>Location:</em> Blaine's House in Sunset Moors<br><em>People:</em> Blaine, Frank, Taryn (arriving)<hr><div class="floatright">(https://images.zerodown.com/trestle/trestle/Media/GLVAR/Property/PHOTO-jpeg/1018528183/40/NDE2Ni8zNDc5LzIw/MjAvOTYzNy8xNjYwNzYxNjAx/BAA7oGSDvW6NvGVFTd6hyG-RhO4l_eP70fEMoHXPvhk)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/9add7160aec1c735e5a42aec048143df/tumblr_od2hn0OsGW1qen5kxo1_1280.gif)</div>Blaine moved about her house in preparation for Frank and Taryn's visit. It hadn't taken Kazumi and the puppies too much time to dig up enough about the tagging incident. And what they'd found out had been disturbing enough that Blaine had contacted Taryn and invited her over so that the club owner, Frank and herself could have a chat about this new group that apparently was trying to establish a beachhead in Vegas. Since it looked like it involved them all.<br><br>Initially the house had seemed too large for a single person. And Blaine had been a bit resistant. She hadn't wanted luxury. Nor did she need it. But a combination of her realtor's insistence it was a good investment, and the cozy green patch it represented within the otherwise desert Nevada landscape, had convinced her to go ahead and buy it. And over time the two-story building had grown on her with it's cozy layout and functionality. About the only thing she'd changed after moving in was the garage. Which was now remodeled into her workshop. With only space enough to keep her bike in there. Which currently was at Frank's shop for improvements.<br><br>Blaine's ears perked up as she detected the rumble of an engine. She waited a beat, head tilted, to see if it'll slow down or move on. And when it appeared that the vehicle was, indeed, slowing down the were alpha exited the house through the workshop and directed Frank to park in the unused car lot in front of the garage. She had no idea by what means of transportation Taryn would be arriving, but if she was driving over, she would need to park on the street. Since Taryn's place was in the neighborhood, and she knew which one was Blaine's house, the ex-Coastie hadn't felt the need to give the club owner further instructions on how and from which side to arrive.<br><br><strong>"Frank..."</strong> Blaine addressed the older man, after she waited for him to turn off the engine and exit his truck.&nbsp; <strong>"Let's get inside."</strong> She nodded her head towards the house and led him to the front, where the actual entrance was located. As well as the front yard. She always felt a pang of joy walking the few steps through the small patch of greenery. It was nothing much, but it was fresh, vibrant and homely and she liked it. <strong>"Please, make yerself comfortable. Can I get ye anything... coffee, tea... somethin' stronger."</strong> Blaine asked as she ushered Frank inside her sitting/dining room. <strong>"I know ye're here for a chat. But I'm wonderin' if ye don't mind waitin' a bit. I took the liberty of invitin' Taryn, the owner o'the Tar Pit, over as well. Seein' as how what we're 'bout t'be talkin' concerns'er as well."</strong><br><br>Interestingly, Blaine's accent seemed to shift between New Orleans, Irish brogue, and something neutral, depending on who she was interacting with. With Taryn it had been New Orleans. With Frank it was her Irish brogue. Whether Blaine herself was aware of this or not was uncertain.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Wolf</span></strong></em><hr><strong>Stats:</strong> Blood 2 // Heart -1 // Mind 0 // Spirit 1<br><strong>Circles:</strong> Mortalis 0 [ ][ ][ ] // Night 2 [ ][ ][ ] // Power -1 [ ][ ][ ] // Wild 1 [ ][ ][ ]<br><br><strong>Playbook Moves:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Comes With the Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you are actively patrolling your territory when time passes—or at the start of the game—roll with <strong>Blood</strong>. On a 10+, your territory is secure and trouble is at a minimum; take +1 ongoing when you <strong><em>Hit The Streets</em></strong> in your territory. On a 7-9, one of your troubles surfaces (your choice), along with an opportunity to address it. On a miss, or if you aren’t attending to your territory, things go south and your troubles are fast and furious.</div></div>, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alpha Dog</div><div class="spoiler_body">When <strong><em>you persuade an NPC in your territory with threats or promises</em></strong>, roll with <strong>Blood</strong> instead of <strong>Heart</strong>.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancement:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Available at the beginning of play</strong></td><td><strong>After five advances, you may select</strong></td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] Night Status 2</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] advance four basic moves</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] join or lead a Wolf Pack</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a move from another archetype</td><td>[ ] retire your character to safety</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] change your Circle</td><td>[ ] change to a new archetype</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>[ ] Mortalis // [ ] Night // [ ] Power // [ ] Wild<br><br><strong>Harm:</strong><br>[ ] Faint // [ ][ ] Serious // [ ][ ] Critical<br><br><strong>Scars:</strong><br>[ ] Shattered // [ ] Crushed // [ ] Fractured // [ ] Broken<br><br><strong>Corruption:</strong> [ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]<br><em>Trigger:</em> When you destroy a threat to your territory instead of driving it out, mark corruption.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancements</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move from another archetype or your own<br>[ ] retire your character; they may return as a Threat<br></div></div>, <em>Moves</em><br><br><strong>Let It Out:</strong> heal 2-harm instantaneously, starting with critical harm; transform from one form into the other without seeing the moon; perform a ferocious feat of lupine strength and speed; enhance your lupine senses to supernatural levels<br><br><strong>End Move:</strong><br>When you die or retire your character, anyone in the scene you wish to protect escapes and reaches safety, no matter the odds.<br><br><strong>Intimacy:</strong><br>When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you create a primal bond with them until the end of the next session; you always know where to find them and when they’re in trouble.<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Blaine's Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">You’ve claimed an area of the city as your own. By default, your territory covers a city block or two and has the trouble: +crime.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">People in your territory work hard to keep the streets safe (remove +crime)</li><li type="disc">You are widely accepted as this place’s protector (add blessing: +supported)</li><li type="disc">A status-3 NPC wants your territory and is working to get it (add trouble: +encroachment)</li><li type="disc">You have offered protection within your territory to someone, and now their problems are yours (add trouble: +fealty)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Transformation</div><div class="spoiler_body">By default, you can change into your wolf form - at will - in the sight of the moon: you gain natural weaponry (2-harm), 1-armor, and all of the qualities and weaknesses you choose below.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">You are versatile: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>letting it out</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are cunning: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>keeping your cool</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are steadfast: you fight like a small group against groups</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you lose control while transformed</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you transform when you are stressed or angry</li><li type="disc">The transformation draws the attention of supernatural creatures</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">A duffel bag with your personal belongings, a shitty cell phone.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">9mm Beretta (2-harm close loud)</li><li type="disc">Butterfly knife (2-harm hand concealable)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intro Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">When did you first experience the change?<br><em>I think this one is answered pretty well in the background.</em><br><br>How long have you been in the city?<br><em>One year, tops. Blaine is a recent transplant. But she's been here long enough to establish her territory.</em><br><br>What is the best part of your other form?<br><em>Her eyes are her best feature in both her forms.</em><br><br>Who is the most important person in your territory?<br><em>Blaine is a bit of a recluse. Especially after losing her mate and her only surviving relative, her aunt. So you could say she is a bit gun-shy when it comes to forming new, deeper attachments.</em><br><br>What do you desperately need?<br><em>Blaine is intent on finding out the circumstances of her turning and the slaughter of her family. She is not fanatical about it. But she will go to great lengths to discover the truth behind it.</em></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPC_Object_Location Submissions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPC Submission - Kazumi - Blaine's right hand man and second in command</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/72/a3/d672a3adfcc05419764a9f6886fa27c4.jpg)</div><strong>"I know it ain't pretty. And believe me, it breaks my heart too to see 'im like that. But the lad's completely feral. It was this or puttin' 'im down!"</strong> The scruffy looking man explained as he led Blaine into the room with a single large cage. The moment Blaine entered the room a furry body flung itself against the bars of the cage. Ferocious, savage growls accompanied the wild, mindless thrashing.<br><br><strong>"Coyote?"</strong> Blaine asked, her eyes never leaving the thrashing form. Her voice, soft and gentle.<br><br><strong>"Among other things."</strong> The scruffy guy answered. <strong>"He's been experimented on something fierce. I ain't ashamed to say it makes my stomach turn, just thinkin' 'bout what the poor lad's been through. Brutalized ain't a strong enough word."</strong><br><br>Blaine could feel Mr. Scruffy's anger flair. The response from within the cage was immediate. The thrashing intensified. As did the growling and gnashing of teeth.<br><br>Blaine stepped in front of Mr. Scruffy. <strong>"Control yourself or step out, Liam!"</strong> The were Alpha commended quietly. She didn't want to extinguish Liam's anger with her powers. Though she could, effectively, if she put him to heal. But why would she?! His anger was justified. It was only that the boy was tortured beyond reason and only knew to answer to anger with aggression. That would change. With time. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.<br><br><strong>"I need to know what's been done to him."</strong><br><br>Liam wordlessly handed Blaine a flash drive. <strong>"You think you can 'elp 'im?"</strong> He finally asked.<br><br><strong>"That would depend."</strong> Blaine answered ambiguously.<br><br><strong>"On?"</strong> Liam rejoined with another question.<br><br><strong>"Time."</strong> Blaine's eyes had never strayed from the thrashing coyote. <strong>"And him."</strong><br><br><br>***<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/76/cd/3776cd6692840e4bd733370dedc556c4.jpg)</div>Blaine's eyes fell on Kazumi. He possessed that androgynous beauty only Asians somehow could effortlessly pull off. To look at him now, one would hardly believe the state he'd been in when he first came to Blaine. Savage and feral. Deadly. Made so by the most brutal of experiments. Forcefully turned and continually experimented on with the intent of creating some sort of ultimate were gene. It had taken Kazumi months just to shift out of his coyote form in the presence of Blaine. They'd worked on building trust for the longest of time, before moving on to learning, or rather, relearning simple human behavior. Maybe it had been Blaine's unique were alpha powers. Or her patience. Or how much she cared. Or Kazumi's will to overcome what he'd been made to endure. Or a combination of all of the above. But with time the brutalized young man had flourished into a gentle and artistic soul. And his loyalty to Blaine knew no bounds. Their bond, unshakeable.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Object Submission</span></div><br>A chair sits in Blaine's workshop. The once painted over wood stripped fully, but otherwise untouched. It's make, rustic. Almost crude. But functional. It somehow stands on its own in Blaine's otherwise busy workshop. For a piece of furniture it looks benign enough. And yet if one were to stand next to it the last thing they'd get the urge to do is sit in it. And even if, by some sort of miracle, they don't recognize the weird vibes and were to sit in it, they were in for one hell of a ride. Hell being the operative word here. As, unbeknownst to anyone but Blaine and select other few, the chair is cobbled together from different pieces of wood. A number of which, having the unfortunate fate of once belonging to Gruesome Gertie. Louisianna's electric chair.<br><br>Blaine had acquired the dangerous piece of furniture at a flee market. Not knowing what she'd found or how dangerous it was. It had revealed it's nature only after the led paint had been stripped off it. A few months of research later Blaine had learned the chair had been dismantled after being put out of commission and the pieces to be incinerated. But, apparently they'd somehow escaped that fate. And found new life incorporated in other furniture. Blaine was in cooperation with a group of people to track down the pieces of the chair. For unless the furniture that had pieces of Gruesome Gertie within it was led coated, it inflicted psychological trauma of immense proportions to its user.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Location Submission - The Sunset Moors - Blaine's Territory</span></div><br>Despite the tragic events in her early childhood, Blaine had always known the safety of home. Firstly, provided by her aunt, who'd raised her after the death of her parents and her younger sister. And secondly, among Loup Garoup's pack. So Blaine had grown up to appreciate the safety of one's place of rest. If she had to live someplace for prolonged periods of time, she would always try to find a place to call home that was safe. But not only that. It also needed to be a place of culture. She could accept nothing less after having grown up in New Orleans and traveled the world over.<br><br>Once she'd decided to settle in Vegas to continue her investigation on the tragedy that befell her family, she found a realtor to find her a place to live. Someone who would not throw glitter in her eyes, but give it to her straight. After she'd found one such person, it was a matter of waiting them out, until they found her the perfect place. But it had turned out, finding what she wanted was not easy. Finding a calm, homely, wholesome, artsy neighborhood in a city that prided itself on it's nightlife and casinos, had turned out to be quite the difficult task for her realtor.<br><br>But Blaine had asked her to give it to her straight and so one day her real estate agent had called her into the office for a talk.<br><br><strong>"Look, Blaine, what you want is something you won't be able to just find lying around in Vegas. I can find you a place that best fits your criteria, but if you want it just the way you say, you're gonna have to work for it! This city doesn't just give you things for free! Now, I have a place that is up to your specifications. Or rather... It was! What I have in mind is close to Sunset Park. It used to be a good neighborhood. Just like you asked. Calm, homely, wholesome, with a good community and some fine local art circles. Until... Some gang took over the parks as their turf. The police tried to regain control back, but... Well, let's just say there were no ghost-busters to call.<br><br>People are spooked. No one dares set foot in the park. They are all too stubborn to leave their homes. But the neighborhood is suffering. The park gang is driving business away. The local art scene isn't fearing any better. It's like a a town in siege... from the inside.<br><br>You seem to be... well... interested in... ahem... peculiar things. I figured if you wanted a place that is safe, with a nice community. Homely. Artsy... And all that stuff you could just... Well, do something about that park gang and have your perfect place to lay your head."</strong><br><br>And Blaine had decided, if nothing else, it was worth taking a look. And so she'd visited the neighborhood. The atmosphere was truly oppressive. People were obviously stressed. But also determined to not give in or give up. They had been naturally suspicious of her asking around the way she had. But not outright hostile or unwelcoming. Some of the more elderly had even gone to such lengths as invite her into their homes and tell her tales of how the neighborhood had once been. Vibrant and lively. Not bustling like the rest of Vegas, but enjoying life at its own pace. With lots of local businesses and culture spots. An art gallery that catered to all sorts of local artists. A local waterhole with the best microbrews and craft beer. A neighborhood that truly had been an oasis of calm among the churning sea that was Las Vegas.<br><br>Naturally, hearing all this, Blaine's next step had been decided. Her stroll to the park had been accompanied by whispers and murmurs from the younger crowd. And one elder or two had even tried to stop her from going into the park lest she be hurt. But Blaine had decided that this was the place she wanted to lay her head. These were the people she wanted to call neighbors. And this gang needed to find a new place to call their turf, because Blaine was claiming this as her territory.<br><br>The gang had turned out to be a pack of werecoyote. Almost all barely out of teendome. Brash and drunk on their independence from any alpha influence. Blaine had taken no pleasure in putting them to heal and chasing them off with their collective tails between their legs.<br><br>With the gang gone and order reestablished within the neighborhood, the residents quickly came together to get the place back up from the dumps. Campaigns were raised to demonstrate the neighborhood was no longer unsafe for business ventures. Cultural and art tourism quickly began to trickle back in. And beer aficionados eagerly returned to the Cauldron for their craft beer and microbrew fix. Life was returning back to the neighborhood. And even though Blaine tried to become lost among its denizens, people couldn't forget the Sunset Park hero. As they came to dub her. But even more embarrassingly, the neighborhood came to be known to the locals as the Sunset Moors.</div></div><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>02-09-2022, 23:18:42</strong>
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				(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><br>Taryn arrived fashionably late, of course, driving her car, both her and the car looking well out of place in what seemed to be a comfortable, peaceful neighbourhood. She hardly let that stop her as she right for the house, ringing the bell. "Blaine, darling, it was so kind to invite me!" she said, stepping in as soon as the door was opened, raising a hand to off-handedly caress Blaine's cheek. "How's my puppy doing today? For me, unfortunately, things have not been going so well. Even besides the whole affair at my club, I was trying to find... well, I won't bore you with the details, but I certainly didn't manage to find what I was looking for another night, perhaps. And another day. I hope this one will give us better results than the last."<br><br>"Oh, and look who else we have here. Frank. What a pleasant surprise!" Taryn said, once she'd been lead to the dining room. "Maybe I should have invited you to join me yesterday," she added. "Maybe I would have had more success. In fact, once this whole affair is done, maybe we can talk about that, too. You do know I always appreciate your help?" She let a hand trail over his shoulders as she went to take a seat of her own. "But, of course, that is for later. For now, we have an entire other affair to take care of. I understand that you might have some information about who this terrible gang is, that did such things to Tommy?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>02-09-2022, 23:46:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ELh6kfQ.jpg)</div>OOC<br>Location: Mary's Books and More.<br>People: Ryan, Mary Sr., Little Mary<br><br>Eliza's Hit the Streets=12 <br><br><hr>The address Fiona was given brings them to a small bookshop on the street. Someone has defaced the bookstore. There was a hole in a plate glass window, with a piece of cardboard taped over it. Someone has spray-painted a crude Red Dog on the sidewalk in front of the shop. Someone else had tried to remove the graffiti, but there was still a faint outline.<br><br>The door opened into the center of the building. To the left were shelves of books and a small counter with a register. A grey-haired woman sat behind the counter. To the right was a small coffee shop complete with tables and chairs. Behind the counter in the coffee shop was a young androgynous figure with short red hair, wearing a leather jacket over a T-shirt and jeans. The T-shirt sported a rainbow, and the saying life is better under the rainbow.<br><br>The pair paused momentarily, but the figure behind the counter vaulted over the counter and called out, <strong>"Mary, please take my spot."</strong> and a young blonde woman who had been bussing table replied, <strong>"Sure thing."</strong><br><br>The young person approached Danielle and Fiona, <strong>"You two must be here to see the Archivist. Right this way."</strong> The person led the duo through a staff-only door and then back towards the rear of the store. Leading the way, they opened a small closet that appeared to be a storeroom for janitorial supplies. However, the room began to descend when the door closed - a small silent elevator.<br><br>The figure looked at them and smiled, <strong>"I'd tell you that all Wizards hide their lair, but the truth is, I was inspired by the old TV show Get Smart."</strong><br><br>At the bottom, the Elevator opened onto a massive room with concrete pillars. The open space was sectioned off with rolling tables, shelves, and drawers. One section was devoted to alchemy and another to woodworking with a lathe. One corner even seemed to have a bedroom - sans wall. There was a bed and end tables and several rolling wardrobes. Even the bathroom was without walls, although it boasted a rainforest shower and a hot tub.<br><br>The figure, the Archivist, led the two to a section that seemed to be a kitchen. <strong>"I keep the good stuff down here. Are you coffee or tea, people? I grew up with English tea and hate it, but I keep a selection of the more delicate oriental teas."</strong> The Archivist looked the two over. The Archivist might have a young body, but they say that the eyes are the window to the soul, and the Archivist appeared to have a fairly old and tortured soul.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>03-09-2022, 22:29:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Monsterpoh02.jpg)</div><strong>”I like, <em>Nymph Hurries Sideways Somewhere Excitedly</em>,”</strong> she said in response to Fiona's query on music. Danielle allowed Fiona to attempt to type the search in and whether or not it brought any results, she would laugh. <strong>”Sorry, I felt like I had to. You know, lighten the mood.”</strong> Danielle hoped that it wasn't offensive or annoying to Fiona. Or was she feigning nervousness since she wasn't here with Evan? <strong>”I like all types of music, but I think lately, I've been listening to Little Dragon.”</strong> If Fiona allowed her, Danielle would put on a song and let that ease the mood as they made their way to the address Evan provided.<br><br>Upon getting to their destination, Danielle found that it was a small bookstore. Looking at its present condition was a bit unnerving. The spray-painted outline of a Red Dog may have told her the atmosphere of the neighborhood, but it was too early to turn back now. She got out of the car and entered the store, finding much of the shards of glass on the inside, indicating the direction of whatever projectile hit and made a hole in the plate glass.<br><br>Danielle found it polite to her to lead, since she was unarmed and relatively no threat to the establishment. A grey-haired woman sat behind the counter to the left while on the other side of the shop was a coffee shop, behind the counter of the cafe was a young person with red hair, whose appearance and dress made him look like one of these K-pop wannabes. His shirt reminded her of Evan's father, who she knew was a Leprechaun, but if he wore that shirt, it would probably say, <em>my life is at the end of the rainbow</em>. There was also a blonde wiping down tables. It seemed they had yet to open or just beginning to. They did not look distressed for the most part, despite there being a hole in their window. Upon Danielle and Fiona's&nbsp; entrance, the pair of shopkeepers and the blonde paused for a moment before the one with red hair vaulted over the counter.<br><br>The red-haired youth came up to her and Fiona and mentioned her apparent purpose for being here. Danielle simply nodded and when directed, she followed him through a door that read <em>Staff Only</em>. She was a bit put off that he had led them into what look like a janitor's closet, but when the white walls began to increase in height like a freaky Haunted Mansion ride, she was a bit on guard.<br><br>Danielle knew Get Smart, the TV show, since it was one of many show she and Frederick Vega watched all those years ago. Having to be reminded of her late husband caused her to be silent. She regained her composure once at the bottom, especially since she saw a room much bigger than the bookstore upstairs. Her mouth was agape at the vaulted ceiling. Danielle slowly followed the young person, taking in the sight. The lack of walls made the space seem like a underground loft.<br><br>They were led to a section that resembled a kitchen, at least that was where most of the food was located. At the offer, Danielle responded, <strong>”I'll just take a green tea with two spoons of honey.”</strong> As the youth started on her tea, she turned and studied the room idly. She was still in awe that this was underneath that humble bookstore and coffee shop.<br><br><div align="center">https://youtu.be/yxjX-d5YW2Q</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>04-09-2022, 17:19:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>☐</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☒</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div><br>Fiona spoke the Nymph song name into her phone, but shook her head.&nbsp; “They don’t have it on Spotify, sorry.”&nbsp; The later reveal that it was a joke got a nod from Fiona, but she didn’t get it.&nbsp; Danielle’s next pick was acceptable enough.<br><br>When asked about being here to see the Archivist, Fiona gave a simple nod, but the Get Smart reference got a smile.&nbsp; “My grandpa loved that show.”&nbsp; A sparkle of good memories showed on her features, even though it was past tense.<br><br>The hint about the old television show and her passing familiarity with the material gave her something to look for as she went along, studying the place of power with a discerning eye.&nbsp; Her intent was to pull out her phone and type a quick message to Danielle if she could do so discreetly, once she had useful intel.<br><br>Once downstairs, she gave the answer, “I prefer coffee, black, but I’ll drink tea if you’d have to make coffee only for me.”&nbsp; She preferred not to be a hassle.&nbsp; “My name is Fiona.&nbsp; Nice to meet you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>04-09-2022, 17:26:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>Frank had already settled in inside of Blaine's with a small cup of coffee when Taryn arrived. He was never one to shy away from a drink, but he had decided that it would be easier to figure out exactly what was going on if his head was clear. Still, with a purplish bruise forming on the side of his face, he found it hard not to ask for something stronger. <br><br>Frank remained deadpan as Taryn made he entrance. He figured her provocative nature was meant to get a rise out of people, and he wasn't in the business of giving people what they wanted for free. He stared at Blaine, eagerly awaiting her answer as the imp's question was directed at her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ihinka</strong> on <strong>05-09-2022, 11:43:06</strong>
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				<hr><strong>OOC:</strong> <br><em>Location:</em> Blaine's House in Sunset Moors<br><em>People:</em> Blaine, Frank, Taryn<hr><div class="floatright">(https://images.zerodown.com/trestle/trestle/Media/GLVAR/Property/PHOTO-jpeg/1018528183/14/NDE2Ni8zNDc5LzIw/MjAvOTYzNy8xNjYwNzYxNjAx/tYikmIMQ3jS5lpbvAUh7ayCldnGT-altjYh_8aV_61c)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/9add7160aec1c735e5a42aec048143df/tumblr_od2hn0OsGW1qen5kxo1_1280.gif)</div>Blaine had just handed Frank his coffee when the door bell rang, signalling the arrival of Taryn. Late, as usual. But in this instance the call to join her and Frank had also come late. So, technically, she could be considered on time. Either way, Blaine stoically accepted the unwelcomed caress and ushered Taryn in much the same way she had Frank. With questions on her choice of libations. Once that was settled and the three of them were sitting around the coffee table, Blaine cleared her throat. Her features grim with concern.<br><br><strong>"Taryn, to answer your question... Yes, I have some information on the gang that tagged your club and beat up your employee. Frank here..."</strong> Blaine nodded at the man and continued in a strangely neutral accent. <strong>"... had a similar visit at his workshop... And just this morning a very distasteful person named Carl Leblanc came calling at my door in not the friendliest of manners. He left, but the matter is yet to be resolved via combat at the Fight Club. Now here's where things start to get real unpleasant. All three incidents... Taryn's club getting tagged... Frank, your encounter at your workshop... And my own morning visit... The same gang is behind all three."</strong><br><br>Blaine sipped her tea to give herself a minute to compose her thoughts and organize the information she'd gathered in her head in order to outline it in the best possible way.<br><br><strong>"From what my pups could learn the gang goes by the name of The Hell Hounds. They number between thirty to sixty. And it would appear they are making every effort to establish a beachhead for themselves here in Vegas. They seem to be strangely well informed on sumernatural matters in the city. As far as I understand it, this is a new behavior for this particular group. But they seem hellbent on establishing themselves as a player in the supernatural scene. If not even striving to rule it. I'm sure you can guess what this will mean for us all. Now, I don't know about you two, but I have no desire for participating in supernatural politics or turf wars. However, I will defend my territory and all its denizens with everything that I have. But, this feels bigger than one wolf. Or one imp. Or one hunter."</strong> Blaine's blues shifted from Frank to Taryn as they shimmered with the supernatural glow of her inner wolf.<br><br><strong>"Taryn, you asked me to make the ones that tagged your club and hurt Tommy see the error of their ways. Now, I know I owe you one for letting me carouse your place for my personal reasons. And I intend to honor my debt to you. But even if I made a move towards the ones that specifically did the tagging and beating... You can see how I would only be pocking the hornets' nest. The question is, do we want to do it? And how reckless do we want to be? Or do we try and see how deep this all goes and pull out the weed with the roots?"</strong><br><br>Blaine then turned to Frank.<br><br><strong>"Frank, to be honest, I'm not sure why they're dragging your ass back in the game. But if they are, I'm sure they don't intend to let up. I'm beholden to you as well. So I guess you'll have to tell me what you need from me. As I don't consider providing you both..."</strong> Blaine glanced at Taryn, before returning her gaze to Frank. <strong>"... with this tidbit of information as equal recompense for what I owe you. So, I guess my question to you both is... How do you want us to approach this?"</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Wolf</span></strong></em><hr><strong>Stats:</strong> Blood 2 // Heart -1 // Mind 0 // Spirit 1<br><strong>Circles:</strong> Mortalis 0 [ ][ ][ ] // Night 2 [ ][ ][ ] // Power -1 [ ][ ][ ] // Wild 1 [ ][ ][ ]<br><br><strong>Playbook Moves:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Comes With the Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you are actively patrolling your territory when time passes—or at the start of the game—roll with <strong>Blood</strong>. On a 10+, your territory is secure and trouble is at a minimum; take +1 ongoing when you <strong><em>Hit The Streets</em></strong> in your territory. On a 7-9, one of your troubles surfaces (your choice), along with an opportunity to address it. On a miss, or if you aren’t attending to your territory, things go south and your troubles are fast and furious.</div></div>, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alpha Dog</div><div class="spoiler_body">When <strong><em>you persuade an NPC in your territory with threats or promises</em></strong>, roll with <strong>Blood</strong> instead of <strong>Heart</strong>.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancement:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Available at the beginning of play</strong></td><td><strong>After five advances, you may select</strong></td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] Night Status 2</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] advance four basic moves</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] join or lead a Wolf Pack</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a move from another archetype</td><td>[ ] retire your character to safety</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] change your Circle</td><td>[ ] change to a new archetype</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>[ ] Mortalis // [ ] Night // [ ] Power // [ ] Wild<br><br><strong>Harm:</strong><br>[ ] Faint // [ ][ ] Serious // [ ][ ] Critical<br><br><strong>Scars:</strong><br>[ ] Shattered // [ ] Crushed // [ ] Fractured // [ ] Broken<br><br><strong>Corruption:</strong> [ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]<br><em>Trigger:</em> When you destroy a threat to your territory instead of driving it out, mark corruption.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancements</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move from another archetype or your own<br>[ ] retire your character; they may return as a Threat<br></div></div>, <em>Moves</em><br><br><strong>Let It Out:</strong> heal 2-harm instantaneously, starting with critical harm; transform from one form into the other without seeing the moon; perform a ferocious feat of lupine strength and speed; enhance your lupine senses to supernatural levels<br><br><strong>End Move:</strong><br>When you die or retire your character, anyone in the scene you wish to protect escapes and reaches safety, no matter the odds.<br><br><strong>Intimacy:</strong><br>When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you create a primal bond with them until the end of the next session; you always know where to find them and when they’re in trouble.<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Blaine's Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">You’ve claimed an area of the city as your own. By default, your territory covers a city block or two and has the trouble: +crime.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">People in your territory work hard to keep the streets safe (remove +crime)</li><li type="disc">You are widely accepted as this place’s protector (add blessing: +supported)</li><li type="disc">A status-3 NPC wants your territory and is working to get it (add trouble: +encroachment)</li><li type="disc">You have offered protection within your territory to someone, and now their problems are yours (add trouble: +fealty)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Transformation</div><div class="spoiler_body">By default, you can change into your wolf form - at will - in the sight of the moon: you gain natural weaponry (2-harm), 1-armor, and all of the qualities and weaknesses you choose below.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">You are versatile: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>letting it out</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are cunning: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>keeping your cool</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are steadfast: you fight like a small group against groups</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you lose control while transformed</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you transform when you are stressed or angry</li><li type="disc">The transformation draws the attention of supernatural creatures</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">A duffel bag with your personal belongings, a shitty cell phone.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">9mm Beretta (2-harm close loud)</li><li type="disc">Butterfly knife (2-harm hand concealable)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intro Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">When did you first experience the change?<br><em>I think this one is answered pretty well in the background.</em><br><br>How long have you been in the city?<br><em>One year, tops. Blaine is a recent transplant. But she's been here long enough to establish her territory.</em><br><br>What is the best part of your other form?<br><em>Her eyes are her best feature in both her forms.</em><br><br>Who is the most important person in your territory?<br><em>Blaine is a bit of a recluse. Especially after losing her mate and her only surviving relative, her aunt. So you could say she is a bit gun-shy when it comes to forming new, deeper attachments.</em><br><br>What do you desperately need?<br><em>Blaine is intent on finding out the circumstances of her turning and the slaughter of her family. She is not fanatical about it. But she will go to great lengths to discover the truth behind it.</em></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPC_Object_Location Submissions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPC Submission - Kazumi - Blaine's right hand man and second in command</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/72/a3/d672a3adfcc05419764a9f6886fa27c4.jpg)</div><strong>"I know it ain't pretty. And believe me, it breaks my heart too to see 'im like that. But the lad's completely feral. It was this or puttin' 'im down!"</strong> The scruffy looking man explained as he led Blaine into the room with a single large cage. The moment Blaine entered the room a furry body flung itself against the bars of the cage. Ferocious, savage growls accompanied the wild, mindless thrashing.<br><br><strong>"Coyote?"</strong> Blaine asked, her eyes never leaving the thrashing form. Her voice, soft and gentle.<br><br><strong>"Among other things."</strong> The scruffy guy answered. <strong>"He's been experimented on something fierce. I ain't ashamed to say it makes my stomach turn, just thinkin' 'bout what the poor lad's been through. Brutalized ain't a strong enough word."</strong><br><br>Blaine could feel Mr. Scruffy's anger flair. The response from within the cage was immediate. The thrashing intensified. As did the growling and gnashing of teeth.<br><br>Blaine stepped in front of Mr. Scruffy. <strong>"Control yourself or step out, Liam!"</strong> The were Alpha commended quietly. She didn't want to extinguish Liam's anger with her powers. Though she could, effectively, if she put him to heal. But why would she?! His anger was justified. It was only that the boy was tortured beyond reason and only knew to answer to anger with aggression. That would change. With time. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.<br><br><strong>"I need to know what's been done to him."</strong><br><br>Liam wordlessly handed Blaine a flash drive. <strong>"You think you can 'elp 'im?"</strong> He finally asked.<br><br><strong>"That would depend."</strong> Blaine answered ambiguously.<br><br><strong>"On?"</strong> Liam rejoined with another question.<br><br><strong>"Time."</strong> Blaine's eyes had never strayed from the thrashing coyote. <strong>"And him."</strong><br><br><br>***<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/76/cd/3776cd6692840e4bd733370dedc556c4.jpg)</div>Blaine's eyes fell on Kazumi. He possessed that androgynous beauty only Asians somehow could effortlessly pull off. To look at him now, one would hardly believe the state he'd been in when he first came to Blaine. Savage and feral. Deadly. Made so by the most brutal of experiments. Forcefully turned and continually experimented on with the intent of creating some sort of ultimate were gene. It had taken Kazumi months just to shift out of his coyote form in the presence of Blaine. They'd worked on building trust for the longest of time, before moving on to learning, or rather, relearning simple human behavior. Maybe it had been Blaine's unique were alpha powers. Or her patience. Or how much she cared. Or Kazumi's will to overcome what he'd been made to endure. Or a combination of all of the above. But with time the brutalized young man had flourished into a gentle and artistic soul. And his loyalty to Blaine knew no bounds. Their bond, unshakeable.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Object Submission</span></div><br>A chair sits in Blaine's workshop. The once painted over wood stripped fully, but otherwise untouched. It's make, rustic. Almost crude. But functional. It somehow stands on its own in Blaine's otherwise busy workshop. For a piece of furniture it looks benign enough. And yet if one were to stand next to it the last thing they'd get the urge to do is sit in it. And even if, by some sort of miracle, they don't recognize the weird vibes and were to sit in it, they were in for one hell of a ride. Hell being the operative word here. As, unbeknownst to anyone but Blaine and select other few, the chair is cobbled together from different pieces of wood. A number of which, having the unfortunate fate of once belonging to Gruesome Gertie. Louisianna's electric chair.<br><br>Blaine had acquired the dangerous piece of furniture at a flee market. Not knowing what she'd found or how dangerous it was. It had revealed it's nature only after the led paint had been stripped off it. A few months of research later Blaine had learned the chair had been dismantled after being put out of commission and the pieces to be incinerated. But, apparently they'd somehow escaped that fate. And found new life incorporated in other furniture. Blaine was in cooperation with a group of people to track down the pieces of the chair. For unless the furniture that had pieces of Gruesome Gertie within it was led coated, it inflicted psychological trauma of immense proportions to its user.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Location Submission - The Sunset Moors - Blaine's Territory</span></div><br>Despite the tragic events in her early childhood, Blaine had always known the safety of home. Firstly, provided by her aunt, who'd raised her after the death of her parents and her younger sister. And secondly, among Loup Garoup's pack. So Blaine had grown up to appreciate the safety of one's place of rest. If she had to live someplace for prolonged periods of time, she would always try to find a place to call home that was safe. But not only that. It also needed to be a place of culture. She could accept nothing less after having grown up in New Orleans and traveled the world over.<br><br>Once she'd decided to settle in Vegas to continue her investigation on the tragedy that befell her family, she found a realtor to find her a place to live. Someone who would not throw glitter in her eyes, but give it to her straight. After she'd found one such person, it was a matter of waiting them out, until they found her the perfect place. But it had turned out, finding what she wanted was not easy. Finding a calm, homely, wholesome, artsy neighborhood in a city that prided itself on it's nightlife and casinos, had turned out to be quite the difficult task for her realtor.<br><br>But Blaine had asked her to give it to her straight and so one day her real estate agent had called her into the office for a talk.<br><br><strong>"Look, Blaine, what you want is something you won't be able to just find lying around in Vegas. I can find you a place that best fits your criteria, but if you want it just the way you say, you're gonna have to work for it! This city doesn't just give you things for free! Now, I have a place that is up to your specifications. Or rather... It was! What I have in mind is close to Sunset Park. It used to be a good neighborhood. Just like you asked. Calm, homely, wholesome, with a good community and some fine local art circles. Until... Some gang took over the parks as their turf. The police tried to regain control back, but... Well, let's just say there were no ghost-busters to call.<br><br>People are spooked. No one dares set foot in the park. They are all too stubborn to leave their homes. But the neighborhood is suffering. The park gang is driving business away. The local art scene isn't fearing any better. It's like a a town in siege... from the inside.<br><br>You seem to be... well... interested in... ahem... peculiar things. I figured if you wanted a place that is safe, with a nice community. Homely. Artsy... And all that stuff you could just... Well, do something about that park gang and have your perfect place to lay your head."</strong><br><br>And Blaine had decided, if nothing else, it was worth taking a look. And so she'd visited the neighborhood. The atmosphere was truly oppressive. People were obviously stressed. But also determined to not give in or give up. They had been naturally suspicious of her asking around the way she had. But not outright hostile or unwelcoming. Some of the more elderly had even gone to such lengths as invite her into their homes and tell her tales of how the neighborhood had once been. Vibrant and lively. Not bustling like the rest of Vegas, but enjoying life at its own pace. With lots of local businesses and culture spots. An art gallery that catered to all sorts of local artists. A local waterhole with the best microbrews and craft beer. A neighborhood that truly had been an oasis of calm among the churning sea that was Las Vegas.<br><br>Naturally, hearing all this, Blaine's next step had been decided. Her stroll to the park had been accompanied by whispers and murmurs from the younger crowd. And one elder or two had even tried to stop her from going into the park lest she be hurt. But Blaine had decided that this was the place she wanted to lay her head. These were the people she wanted to call neighbors. And this gang needed to find a new place to call their turf, because Blaine was claiming this as her territory.<br><br>The gang had turned out to be a pack of werecoyote. Almost all barely out of teendome. Brash and drunk on their independence from any alpha influence. Blaine had taken no pleasure in putting them to heal and chasing them off with their collective tails between their legs.<br><br>With the gang gone and order reestablished within the neighborhood, the residents quickly came together to get the place back up from the dumps. Campaigns were raised to demonstrate the neighborhood was no longer unsafe for business ventures. Cultural and art tourism quickly began to trickle back in. And beer aficionados eagerly returned to the Cauldron for their craft beer and microbrew fix. Life was returning back to the neighborhood. And even though Blaine tried to become lost among its denizens, people couldn't forget the Sunset Park hero. As they came to dub her. But even more embarrassingly, the neighborhood came to be known to the locals as the Sunset Moors.</div></div><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>05-09-2022, 12:26:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Monsterpoh02.jpg)</div>After giving her request for tea, she apologized for not introducing herself. <strong>"Sorry about that, I'm Danielle. Evan Bower sent me. Fiona is here to assist,"</strong> she said. She turned to face the whole of the cavernous room, digging into her bag and grasping a pair of balls. Idly, she rolled the balls in a circular motion in her hand, expertly preventing the balls from colliding with one another, thus causing the chime inside them to ring. Danielle spotted Fiona studying the room as well so she turned back to the red-haired youth and took a seat on a nearby pillow. She then let the balls collide, a subtle chime ringing, though to Danielle, the chime reverberated in her ears, the sensation being much louder to her than the other two in the room. If any of them turned to face her, her eyes would be white, a very clear sign that she was receiving a vision, her focus being on either the room or this 'Archivist.' She did it out of curiosity mostly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>05-09-2022, 17:59:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>Frank listened to Blaine intently, the wheels spinning in his head as he tried to put together the pieces of what what was happening across the city. It seemed to him that these Hell Hounds were just another power hungry pack of wolves looking to make a home in Las Vegas. This wouldn't be the first time that he dealt with a group like that. <br><br>When Blaine finished, he added on his perspective. <strong>"Seems like there's a war going on between them and my old crew. They stopped by my shop to let me know to stay out of it."</strong> He shook his head and let on a small smile of satisfaction as he took another sip from his cup. <strong>"Yeah, not the brightest idea they've had."</strong><br><br><strong>"Now, if we're looking to fight these bastards head on, I can call on some old friends for some help. But you know what they say, in for a penny, in for a pound. And I am supposed to be retired after all. I say we use this fight of yours to get a bead on these newcomers. See who they are, and what they're about. And while we're at it, lets make sure we show them that we're not ones to roll over easy."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>05-09-2022, 17:59:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ELh6kfQ.jpg)</div>OOC<br>Location: Mary's Books and More.<br>People: Ryan (aka Archivist), Mary Sr., Little Mary<br><br>Fiona, Explore a place of Power<br>11 - On a 10+, your insight reveals much about the Circle's politics<br>and schemes; ask the MC a question about the Circle and take<br>+1 forward when acting on the answer.<br>&gt; Fiona can ask 1 question based on the information below.<br><br>Let It Out (uncover the essential truth of a thing or person in your presence)<br>7-9 is a hit. I mark 1 Corruption. MC tells me how the ability is costly, limited, or unstable<br>Danielle's Let It Out. Dannielle does a Soul Gaze (ala Dresden Files) into the Archivist. You will see their true nature, but they see yours.<br><br>Due to the Soul Gaze, Dannielle and Ryan have shared a moment of extreme intimacy,<br>Oracle: When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you gain a specific and clear vision about that person's future. Mark corruption to ask the MC up to two follow up questions; they must answer honestly. <br>Wizard: When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional— with another person, decide if you care about them. If you do, you form a sympathetic connection;<br>you can target each other with magics at any range and intuitively know if the other is in danger. If you don't, mark corruption.<br><br>I'm going to write the details of the Soulgaze up in the Prequel.<br><hr><br>Fiona ran her eyes over the workshop. At first glance, it was Mad Scientist meets garage tinkerer. The drawers, cabinets, and lockers were labeled, but the label used some weird symbology Fiona had never seen. Then her glance ran over an English term on a logo on a cabinet, 'SecureIT.' This sent Fiona's mind stumbling back. SecureIT was the company that provided the various weapons storage systems for DHS and many military organizations. Fiona's eyes started looking more diligently. In one corner was a re-loading press to make custom weapons. On a bench full of alchemical gear was a yellow wax-like substance that looked like white phosphorus. Fiona identified an olive drab brick on another bench as a block of C4.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.chineseclothingonline.com/images/MCS-1008m2.jpg)</div>The Hunter turned to give their host a second look. The young person's fiery red hair triggered a memory of a story once told during a night carousing with some older hunters. The story was second or third hand, from some Black OPs team hunting supernatural in Vietnam. It was about Lady Spitfire, a Brit seconded to a group of hunters going after supernatural VC. The group had been drinking in the Officer's club. They were all in casual attire, with Lady SpitFire lounging in a Mandarin Robe. To tell it, Ladyspite fire was a wizard named Ryan and a cold-blooded killer, but that was a story for another day. In this story, one of the officers thought Ryan was a prostitute and would not take no for an answer. Ryan took a swallow of alcohol and blew it in the Officer's face, lighting it as it emerged from his mouth. This seemed to resolve the situation,&nbsp; and Ryan got the moniker Lady Spitfire. However, the following day the Officer and three of his cronies were found dead behind the bar. It appeared that they had been torched with a flame thrower. Lady Spitfire disappeared.&nbsp; <br><br>While Fiona focused on the workshop, Dannielle turned her attention to their host. Dannielle knew well that appearances could be deceiving. As Dannielle looked intently at the Archivist, shi turned and caught Dannielle's eyes. The pair were caught in each other's gaze. For Fiona, time passed in a couple of moments. For Dannielle and Ryan, it was both a moment and a lifetime as each gazed into the other's soul. The pair both stumbled.<br><br>At that moment, Ryan's demeanor changed - the casual young person was gone. In its place was someone solicitous to Dannielle. He moved to her side taking her arm and guiding her towards a chair. <strong>"Here, sit down, rest. That was a foolish thing you did. I've read about it, but I've never seen anyone do it, and certainly, no one foolish enough to do it on a stranger."</strong> Ryan chuckled, <strong>"Although my dear, it seems we are no longer strangers."</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>05-09-2022, 18:23:16</strong>
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				(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><br>"I adore playing politics, dear," Taryn told Blaine. "And the more players, the better the game is. If these... hounds want to make themselves big here, well, I, for one, welcome their attempt. Or I would, in many cases, but to any game, there are rules and a crucial rule here is that you do not mess with the Tar pit." She smiled at Blaine. "I know that many things I do run counter to your... human morals," she added with an air of disgust, "but know this, that this city would have been in flames many times over, if the Pit hadn't provided a neutral place for accords to be made. This tagging threatens that. I cannot be neutral if I am also owned. My former masters understood that, somewhat, though, I think, as well as they thought they did." She gave a small smirk. "In any case, they must be persuaded to leave my club and my clientele alone. If they can be made to agree to as much, then I have no qualms in letting them play their games. And if not, well, direct action has never been my strong suit. But a meeting with their leader, perhaps, might already go a ways into getting me what I want."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>05-09-2022, 19:10:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>☐</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☒</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div><br>Fiona’s eyes danced over the place, and when she saw SecureIT and recognized it, she sent Danielle a quick URL to offer the information: SecureIT had the contract for making various weapons storage devices for multiple government branches.&nbsp; It wasn’t a huge amount of information; it might still be useful to know that weaponry was being stored here by a professional who understood the value of safety and preparation.<br><br>Remembering the old story caught her attention, but by that point, Fiona couldn’t easily relay the information.&nbsp; Fiona took note, but it was rather light on her category.&nbsp; Someone with a reputation as a cold-blooded killer, but the people who were taken down had some some obvious bad things that made it into the story?&nbsp; Fiona couldn’t help but be reminded of herself.<br><br>Being a killer didn’t make you a monster.&nbsp; It was when you killed innocent people, the ones who hadn’t done anything and didn’t deserve it.&nbsp; Men who didn’t take no for an answer hardly qualified as innocent.&nbsp; These kinds of moral dilemmas had been discussed and ingrained by Fiona’s parents as soon she was old enough to handle the philosophy.<br><br>Her attention shifted as Danielle’s eyes turned white.&nbsp; Usually that meant some sort of psychic, which answered a few questions.&nbsp; Ryan took it in stride, which was good for Fiona.&nbsp; Her main objective was to take down the new threat, but psychics needed to be protected as well.&nbsp; If a threat were to arise, Fiona would have to step up, and would be glad to.<br><br>For now, better to let Danielle do the majority of the talking, especially if something happened where those two truly were no longer strangers.&nbsp; Acquaintances, especially friends, had a much easier time communicating.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ihinka</strong> on <strong>06-09-2022, 18:50:04</strong>
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				<hr><strong>OOC:</strong> <br><em>Location:</em> Blaine's House in Sunset Moors<br><em>People:</em> Blaine, Frank, Taryn<hr><div class="floatright">(https://images.zerodown.com/trestle/trestle/Media/GLVAR/Property/PHOTO-jpeg/1018528183/14/NDE2Ni8zNDc5LzIw/MjAvOTYzNy8xNjYwNzYxNjAx/tYikmIMQ3jS5lpbvAUh7ayCldnGT-altjYh_8aV_61c)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/9add7160aec1c735e5a42aec048143df/tumblr_od2hn0OsGW1qen5kxo1_1280.gif)</div>Blaine scrubbed her face with her hands. She should have guessed Taryn would find some enjoyment with their current predicament. Not to mention protect her own interests first and foremost. Frank's more grounded reaction to the information helped Blaine with her own restlessness. <strong>"I can certainly see where you're coming from, Taryn. My morning caller made some..."</strong> Blaine's eyes darkened as she struggled to find the most appropriate word to describe Carl's untoward behavior. <strong>"... ill-advised, shall we say, personal advances. To which I naturally responded in kind. Which is largely what landed us with a <em>date</em> at Fight Club. The main reason for his visit, however, was to inform me that there was a new <em>King</em>, as he called him, in Vegas. And I was to relinquish control over my pack and territory. It would appear Carl has decided to stand at the Devil's right hand than be in his way. As it were. If I can put him down publically at Fight Club, maybe we can hold this over his head to get you an audience with this so called King, Taryn. And maybe you find a way to convince him to leave your place alone and neutral. I'm not sure it'll last though. I got the impression these guys want everyone under their thumb. So getting them to leave your place alone might only be a stop gap measure.</strong><br><br>Blaine turned to Frank then. <strong>"If you don't mind helping me prepare for this fight. I have every confidence in my abilities. But that does not mean I'll shy away from asking for help from a veteran."</strong> She stood and made to tidy up their cups, her gaze returning to Taryn. <strong>"If Frank agrees to help me prep, you are more than welcome to observe. Unless you have better things to do in the time before the fight."</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Wolf</span></strong></em><hr><strong>Stats:</strong> Blood 2 // Heart -1 // Mind 0 // Spirit 1<br><strong>Circles:</strong> Mortalis 0 [ ][ ][ ] // Night 2 [ ][ ][ ] // Power -1 [ ][ ][ ] // Wild 1 [ ][ ][ ]<br><br><strong>Playbook Moves:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Comes With the Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you are actively patrolling your territory when time passes—or at the start of the game—roll with <strong>Blood</strong>. On a 10+, your territory is secure and trouble is at a minimum; take +1 ongoing when you <strong><em>Hit The Streets</em></strong> in your territory. On a 7-9, one of your troubles surfaces (your choice), along with an opportunity to address it. On a miss, or if you aren’t attending to your territory, things go south and your troubles are fast and furious.</div></div>, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alpha Dog</div><div class="spoiler_body">When <strong><em>you persuade an NPC in your territory with threats or promises</em></strong>, roll with <strong>Blood</strong> instead of <strong>Heart</strong>.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancement:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Available at the beginning of play</strong></td><td><strong>After five advances, you may select</strong></td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] Night Status 2</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] advance four basic moves</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] join or lead a Wolf Pack</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a move from another archetype</td><td>[ ] retire your character to safety</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] change your Circle</td><td>[ ] change to a new archetype</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>[ ] Mortalis // [ ] Night // [ ] Power // [ ] Wild<br><br><strong>Harm:</strong><br>[ ] Faint // [ ][ ] Serious // [ ][ ] Critical<br><br><strong>Scars:</strong><br>[ ] Shattered // [ ] Crushed // [ ] Fractured // [ ] Broken<br><br><strong>Corruption:</strong> [ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]<br><em>Trigger:</em> When you destroy a threat to your territory instead of driving it out, mark corruption.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancements</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move from another archetype or your own<br>[ ] retire your character; they may return as a Threat<br></div></div>, <em>Moves</em><br><br><strong>Let It Out:</strong> heal 2-harm instantaneously, starting with critical harm; transform from one form into the other without seeing the moon; perform a ferocious feat of lupine strength and speed; enhance your lupine senses to supernatural levels<br><br><strong>End Move:</strong><br>When you die or retire your character, anyone in the scene you wish to protect escapes and reaches safety, no matter the odds.<br><br><strong>Intimacy:</strong><br>When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you create a primal bond with them until the end of the next session; you always know where to find them and when they’re in trouble.<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Blaine's Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">You’ve claimed an area of the city as your own. By default, your territory covers a city block or two and has the trouble: +crime.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">People in your territory work hard to keep the streets safe (remove +crime)</li><li type="disc">You are widely accepted as this place’s protector (add blessing: +supported)</li><li type="disc">A status-3 NPC wants your territory and is working to get it (add trouble: +encroachment)</li><li type="disc">You have offered protection within your territory to someone, and now their problems are yours (add trouble: +fealty)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Transformation</div><div class="spoiler_body">By default, you can change into your wolf form - at will - in the sight of the moon: you gain natural weaponry (2-harm), 1-armor, and all of the qualities and weaknesses you choose below.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">You are versatile: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>letting it out</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are cunning: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>keeping your cool</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are steadfast: you fight like a small group against groups</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you lose control while transformed</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you transform when you are stressed or angry</li><li type="disc">The transformation draws the attention of supernatural creatures</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">A duffel bag with your personal belongings, a shitty cell phone.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">9mm Beretta (2-harm close loud)</li><li type="disc">Butterfly knife (2-harm hand concealable)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intro Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">When did you first experience the change?<br><em>I think this one is answered pretty well in the background.</em><br><br>How long have you been in the city?<br><em>One year, tops. Blaine is a recent transplant. But she's been here long enough to establish her territory.</em><br><br>What is the best part of your other form?<br><em>Her eyes are her best feature in both her forms.</em><br><br>Who is the most important person in your territory?<br><em>Blaine is a bit of a recluse. Especially after losing her mate and her only surviving relative, her aunt. So you could say she is a bit gun-shy when it comes to forming new, deeper attachments.</em><br><br>What do you desperately need?<br><em>Blaine is intent on finding out the circumstances of her turning and the slaughter of her family. She is not fanatical about it. But she will go to great lengths to discover the truth behind it.</em></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPC_Object_Location Submissions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPC Submission - Kazumi - Blaine's right hand man and second in command</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/72/a3/d672a3adfcc05419764a9f6886fa27c4.jpg)</div><strong>"I know it ain't pretty. And believe me, it breaks my heart too to see 'im like that. But the lad's completely feral. It was this or puttin' 'im down!"</strong> The scruffy looking man explained as he led Blaine into the room with a single large cage. The moment Blaine entered the room a furry body flung itself against the bars of the cage. Ferocious, savage growls accompanied the wild, mindless thrashing.<br><br><strong>"Coyote?"</strong> Blaine asked, her eyes never leaving the thrashing form. Her voice, soft and gentle.<br><br><strong>"Among other things."</strong> The scruffy guy answered. <strong>"He's been experimented on something fierce. I ain't ashamed to say it makes my stomach turn, just thinkin' 'bout what the poor lad's been through. Brutalized ain't a strong enough word."</strong><br><br>Blaine could feel Mr. Scruffy's anger flair. The response from within the cage was immediate. The thrashing intensified. As did the growling and gnashing of teeth.<br><br>Blaine stepped in front of Mr. Scruffy. <strong>"Control yourself or step out, Liam!"</strong> The were Alpha commended quietly. She didn't want to extinguish Liam's anger with her powers. Though she could, effectively, if she put him to heal. But why would she?! His anger was justified. It was only that the boy was tortured beyond reason and only knew to answer to anger with aggression. That would change. With time. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.<br><br><strong>"I need to know what's been done to him."</strong><br><br>Liam wordlessly handed Blaine a flash drive. <strong>"You think you can 'elp 'im?"</strong> He finally asked.<br><br><strong>"That would depend."</strong> Blaine answered ambiguously.<br><br><strong>"On?"</strong> Liam rejoined with another question.<br><br><strong>"Time."</strong> Blaine's eyes had never strayed from the thrashing coyote. <strong>"And him."</strong><br><br><br>***<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/76/cd/3776cd6692840e4bd733370dedc556c4.jpg)</div>Blaine's eyes fell on Kazumi. He possessed that androgynous beauty only Asians somehow could effortlessly pull off. To look at him now, one would hardly believe the state he'd been in when he first came to Blaine. Savage and feral. Deadly. Made so by the most brutal of experiments. Forcefully turned and continually experimented on with the intent of creating some sort of ultimate were gene. It had taken Kazumi months just to shift out of his coyote form in the presence of Blaine. They'd worked on building trust for the longest of time, before moving on to learning, or rather, relearning simple human behavior. Maybe it had been Blaine's unique were alpha powers. Or her patience. Or how much she cared. Or Kazumi's will to overcome what he'd been made to endure. Or a combination of all of the above. But with time the brutalized young man had flourished into a gentle and artistic soul. And his loyalty to Blaine knew no bounds. Their bond, unshakeable.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Object Submission</span></div><br>A chair sits in Blaine's workshop. The once painted over wood stripped fully, but otherwise untouched. It's make, rustic. Almost crude. But functional. It somehow stands on its own in Blaine's otherwise busy workshop. For a piece of furniture it looks benign enough. And yet if one were to stand next to it the last thing they'd get the urge to do is sit in it. And even if, by some sort of miracle, they don't recognize the weird vibes and were to sit in it, they were in for one hell of a ride. Hell being the operative word here. As, unbeknownst to anyone but Blaine and select other few, the chair is cobbled together from different pieces of wood. A number of which, having the unfortunate fate of once belonging to Gruesome Gertie. Louisianna's electric chair.<br><br>Blaine had acquired the dangerous piece of furniture at a flee market. Not knowing what she'd found or how dangerous it was. It had revealed it's nature only after the led paint had been stripped off it. A few months of research later Blaine had learned the chair had been dismantled after being put out of commission and the pieces to be incinerated. But, apparently they'd somehow escaped that fate. And found new life incorporated in other furniture. Blaine was in cooperation with a group of people to track down the pieces of the chair. For unless the furniture that had pieces of Gruesome Gertie within it was led coated, it inflicted psychological trauma of immense proportions to its user.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Location Submission - The Sunset Moors - Blaine's Territory</span></div><br>Despite the tragic events in her early childhood, Blaine had always known the safety of home. Firstly, provided by her aunt, who'd raised her after the death of her parents and her younger sister. And secondly, among Loup Garoup's pack. So Blaine had grown up to appreciate the safety of one's place of rest. If she had to live someplace for prolonged periods of time, she would always try to find a place to call home that was safe. But not only that. It also needed to be a place of culture. She could accept nothing less after having grown up in New Orleans and traveled the world over.<br><br>Once she'd decided to settle in Vegas to continue her investigation on the tragedy that befell her family, she found a realtor to find her a place to live. Someone who would not throw glitter in her eyes, but give it to her straight. After she'd found one such person, it was a matter of waiting them out, until they found her the perfect place. But it had turned out, finding what she wanted was not easy. Finding a calm, homely, wholesome, artsy neighborhood in a city that prided itself on it's nightlife and casinos, had turned out to be quite the difficult task for her realtor.<br><br>But Blaine had asked her to give it to her straight and so one day her real estate agent had called her into the office for a talk.<br><br><strong>"Look, Blaine, what you want is something you won't be able to just find lying around in Vegas. I can find you a place that best fits your criteria, but if you want it just the way you say, you're gonna have to work for it! This city doesn't just give you things for free! Now, I have a place that is up to your specifications. Or rather... It was! What I have in mind is close to Sunset Park. It used to be a good neighborhood. Just like you asked. Calm, homely, wholesome, with a good community and some fine local art circles. Until... Some gang took over the parks as their turf. The police tried to regain control back, but... Well, let's just say there were no ghost-busters to call.<br><br>People are spooked. No one dares set foot in the park. They are all too stubborn to leave their homes. But the neighborhood is suffering. The park gang is driving business away. The local art scene isn't fearing any better. It's like a a town in siege... from the inside.<br><br>You seem to be... well... interested in... ahem... peculiar things. I figured if you wanted a place that is safe, with a nice community. Homely. Artsy... And all that stuff you could just... Well, do something about that park gang and have your perfect place to lay your head."</strong><br><br>And Blaine had decided, if nothing else, it was worth taking a look. And so she'd visited the neighborhood. The atmosphere was truly oppressive. People were obviously stressed. But also determined to not give in or give up. They had been naturally suspicious of her asking around the way she had. But not outright hostile or unwelcoming. Some of the more elderly had even gone to such lengths as invite her into their homes and tell her tales of how the neighborhood had once been. Vibrant and lively. Not bustling like the rest of Vegas, but enjoying life at its own pace. With lots of local businesses and culture spots. An art gallery that catered to all sorts of local artists. A local waterhole with the best microbrews and craft beer. A neighborhood that truly had been an oasis of calm among the churning sea that was Las Vegas.<br><br>Naturally, hearing all this, Blaine's next step had been decided. Her stroll to the park had been accompanied by whispers and murmurs from the younger crowd. And one elder or two had even tried to stop her from going into the park lest she be hurt. But Blaine had decided that this was the place she wanted to lay her head. These were the people she wanted to call neighbors. And this gang needed to find a new place to call their turf, because Blaine was claiming this as her territory.<br><br>The gang had turned out to be a pack of werecoyote. Almost all barely out of teendome. Brash and drunk on their independence from any alpha influence. Blaine had taken no pleasure in putting them to heal and chasing them off with their collective tails between their legs.<br><br>With the gang gone and order reestablished within the neighborhood, the residents quickly came together to get the place back up from the dumps. Campaigns were raised to demonstrate the neighborhood was no longer unsafe for business ventures. Cultural and art tourism quickly began to trickle back in. And beer aficionados eagerly returned to the Cauldron for their craft beer and microbrew fix. Life was returning back to the neighborhood. And even though Blaine tried to become lost among its denizens, people couldn't forget the Sunset Park hero. As they came to dub her. But even more embarrassingly, the neighborhood came to be known to the locals as the Sunset Moors.</div></div><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>07-09-2022, 00:04:05</strong>
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				(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><br>"They wouldn't be the first ones," Taryn said with a knowing smile. "Or likely the last. They'll come in, try to make a big show of things and find out that there's more to this city than one simple gang can easily handle. And so they'll settle, they'll wheel and they'll deal and become one more player in this great game. Or maybe they'll vanish or be absorbed or so many things. Those, at least, are my thoughts, but it's your results I ask for, of course, not your methods. My wish is that they leave my club alone and perhaps offer some reparation for the affront they have caused. It matters little to me whether you do this by agreement, by driving them out of town of even by taking them over. Each of them would be... interesting in its own way."<br><br>To Blaine's request, Taryn shrugged. "I always have other things to do, of course. Better is a matter of opinion, on most cases. I'll provide assistance if you need it, but direct fights are not the greater or best part of my abilities. Frank will be a much better instructor for you there, while I might go and find some information. On this, maybe, or some other things I have a mind on. The fight itself, of course, I will want to be there for. What time and place did you way it would be at?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>07-09-2022, 02:45:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>What had originally been a visit meant to scrounge up some information on the newcomers in town, had quickly begun to spiral into what would likely resemble a scene from Million Dollar Baby. Frank thought that Taryn had the right of it, the wolves wouldn't have the strength to tame the entirety of Vegas. Especially if they were concerned with making sure someone like him was staying out of things.&nbsp; <br><br>Frank had no doubt in his mind that Blaine knew how to take care of herself. Still, he had picked up a few things over the years. Especially when it came to taking on wolves, and he likely knew a few secret tricks that one of their own kind wouldn't have thought about. He would have to make sure that Blaine's victory in the fight sent forth a message to stay away from his own shop as well as Taryns. He took one last sip of his drink before setting the empty mug down and standing up. <strong>"Alright then, lets get to it."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>10-09-2022, 14:25:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Monsterpoh02.jpg)</div>OOC: For her moment of extreme intimacy due to the Soul Gaze, I'm taking 2 corruption to ask two follow-up questions.<br><hr>Danielle was hoping to do an attempt to peer into this person's soul in a discreet manner, but she didn't think that the red-haired youth would turn and catch her eye. Not only did their eyes meet and she was caught performing some kind of magic without consent from the other party, but there was a hiccup. She intended to peer underneath the facade of this youth, thinking he was older than he appeared, but it sort of peered further than she would like. Also, it seemed this gaze into his soul was a two-way street and she could sense he too could see her not just of her outer appearance, but intimately.<br><br>His appearance of a scholar or apprentice, who was also a welcoming barista, was peeled away, revealing someone who invented things, but also researched into various materials. This was evident in his lair, which included ancient tomes with familiar and unfamiliar inscriptions on their covers, some of them runes that she recognized. There were also modern manuals and logs focused on engineering. Although, all this seemed like things you'd see if you were simply an acquaintance of him as the Archivist.<br><br>Another layer was uncovered, revealing a series of images that were tied with emotions. There was a heavy parental vibe about it. The hippie commune told Danielle that the time stamp was around the time of the Flower Power movement, around the 60's or 70's. Ryan was leaving with a baby girl in his arms. Why was he leaving?&nbsp; Did he wish, as a parent, that such an environment around these hippies wouldn't appropriate for her? The perspective changed to a first-person view, looking from afar like Obi-wan Kenobi watching Luke as a youth and then as an adult. Their view was of the very same girl, growing up into adulthood, getting married, having a child... The perspective did not change when they were seemingly pulled back in the woman's life when her husband was killed. The cycle repeated, this time with the child of the woman... grandchild in the case of the beholder? She married, had a child and then the grandchild's husband was killed in a random act of violence. Before Danielle could get any more from the Gaze, like if the cycle continued to repeat or if that was the last of it, she felt like someone was pulling her from the depths.<br><br>Back in reality, in the lair of Ryan, the Archivist, she had felt that whatever had pulled her from the depths of her Gaze had thrown her balance to the side. She was about to teeter over to the floor, when Ryan closed the distance and grabbed her arm, pulling her from the pillows and to a nearby chair. When she sat down, the metal balls in her hand fell and clattered to the floor, rolling in opposite directions, their respective chiming drowning in the expanse of the lair. She looked up at Ryan, seeing not the youth from before, but someone else. He was no stranger to her like a minute ago.<br><br>It was true what he said. She had never done that before, not even in her spare time. What she had done had zapped half of her energy, more so than when she intently used her grimoire to manifest visions for people. It was foolish and she made a mental note to prepare herself better if she was going to do it another time. She spoke, deep in tone as if her vocal cords had not been used for some time. <strong>”I may now know you like we had met many decades ago rather than just a few moments ago,”</strong> she said, before pausing to breathe in deeply and exhaling the same breath, drawing it out completely and allowing her lungs to expel what she felt was stagnant air. Without any more delay, she asked, <strong>”Your daughter...why did you carry her out of that commune? And what became of her after her own daughter's husband perished in that drive-by?”</strong> They were questions that was born out of curiosity from such an intimate look into Ryan's deep layer. They were questions that no mere acquaintance would dare ask, or else it would corrupt their soul. Yet, Danielle felt that a little corruption was needed considering the supernatural forces that dwelt in the city and those that sought to overtake them. She was reminded of the primary reason she and Fiona were here, though she would wait for Ryan's answers to her intimate questions before asking any more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>10-09-2022, 18:09:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ELh6kfQ.jpg)</div>OOC<br>Alright, things are getting a bit complex<br>1) Ryan does care about Dannielle; they can target each other with magics at any range. This situation means that Ryan could (would ?) cast Shield to protect Dannielle.<br>2) A clear and specific vision of Ryan's future is coming <br>3) Ryan owes Fiona the answer to one specific question, and Fiona gets +1 Forward acting on the answer.<br>4) I will allow Dannielle two questions about Ryan, as the first two are relatively straightforward to answer.<br><br>Location: Mary's Books and More.<br>People: Ryan (aka Archivist), Mary Sr., Little Mary<br><br>Fiona, Explore a place of Power<br>11 - On a 10+, your insight reveals much about the Circle's politics<br>and schemes; ask the MC a question about the Circle and take<br>+1 forward when acting on the answer.<br>&gt; Fiona can ask 1 question based on the information below.<br><br>Let It Out (uncover the essential truth of a thing or person in your presence)<br>7-9 is a hit. I mark 1 Corruption. MC tells me how the ability is costly, limited, or unstable<br>Danielle's Let It Out. Dannielle does a Soul Gaze (ala Dresden Files) into the Archivist. You will see their true nature, but they see yours.<br><br>Due to the Soul Gaze, Dannielle and Ryan have shared a moment of extreme intimacy,<br>Oracle: When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you gain a specific and clear vision of that person's future. Mark corruption to ask the MC up to two follow-up questions; they must answer honestly. <br>Wizard: When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional— with another person, decide if you care about them. If you do, you form a sympathetic connection;<br>you can target each other with magics at any range and intuitively know if the other is in danger. If you don't, mark corruption.<br><br><hr><br>Ryan shook his head and smiled at Dannielle. Danielle was unsure how much was due to her knowledge of Ryan and how much was a physical change in posture and tone. However, the person speaking to her was older, more powerful, and more confident.<br><br>Ryan smiled in memory,<strong>"Mary's mother, for the child was Mary senior, was an enigma. She insisted on being called Flower. Flower was free with her love, claiming to be a flower that any could pollinate. She was free with her affections but also free in her use of hallucinogenic. I slept with Flower, along with many others. Whether or not Mary is mine biologically, she is my child in spirit. I'm not good parental material, perhaps better as an Uncle."</strong> Ryan sighed, <strong>"Mary Senior at the counter upstairs is that child. I got her adopted by a nice family. I'd stop in occasionally and was invited to the wedding when she married. My wedding gift was enough for the two to buy and open this store."</strong><br>&nbsp;<br>Ryan frowned at a bad memory, <strong>"Unfortunately, Mary Senior's husband died in an auto accident."</strong> Ryan looked from Dannielle to Fiona and back, <strong>"As well, by that time, I had gone down a rather dark path. I used the collapse of the Berlin Wall as an excuse to retire and look after Mary Senior and Mary Junior."</strong> Ryan waved to the workshop, <strong>"I will not claim that I have beaten my swords into plowshares, but I have turned my vocation from practical into academic."</strong> Ryan sighed, <strong>"Unfortunately, my past came looking for me. I was able to defend the shop, but the attackers caught Mary Junior's husband in the crossfire."</strong><br><br>A vision suddenly struck Dannielle; a bearded grey-haired man stands squared off with Ryan. There is tension between the two and a complex dance of emotions - anger and affection.&nbsp; <br><br>The gray-haired man speaks, <strong>"Ryan, it has been too long. You've had thirty years to play the academic. The forces of darkness are marching once again."</strong><br><br>Ryan laughed bitterly, <strong>"The forces of darkness are always on the march - the fascists, the communists, now terrorists. I came close to becoming part of that darkness."</strong><br><br>The grey-haired man shifted tact, <strong>"I care for you Ryan. Once we were in love."</strong><br><br>Ryan shook his head and growled, <strong>"No, you were in lust with me. A boy who could appear to be a woman. Although, I have wondered what was foremost in your mind. My disguise as your daughter, or the ability to have a sex partner that would not age."</strong><br><br>The grey-haired man shook his head, <strong>"You wound me Ryan. You are special. In all my years, I have not met anyone like you."</strong><br><br>The vision fades, although the conversation is not over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>10-09-2022, 21:35:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>☐</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☒</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div><br>Fiona was missing large cues and context of a lot of this situation, but she had enough to guess and try to follow along as best she could.&nbsp; It helped that Ryan was so willing to explain, and she could follow with the verbal cues.<br><br>The last part in particular caught her attention, turning the swords into plowshares, and sympathy showed in her eyes.&nbsp; “As my parents taught me: there’s a balance.&nbsp; When you start out, things are horrifying.”&nbsp; Fiona was already past that point.&nbsp; “Eventually, it becomes routine.&nbsp; From there, you have to be careful.&nbsp; Some people come to crave it, need the adrenaline rush, lose their purpose in understanding that it’s to stop evil and come to enjoy the thrill of combat.&nbsp; My dad gave up the full-time position when he realized he <em>liked</em> it too much, and has to talk it over with others before stepping back into the shadows.”&nbsp; There was no shame in realizing you needed to stop.&nbsp; The shame came when you couldn’t, much like how an alcohol addiction only brought shame if someone continued to drink, or couldn’t admit that they had a problem in the first place.<br><br>She looked over to Danielle with sympathy.&nbsp; “Not sure how your stuff works, but I should probably warn you that I have a lot of nightmares in my past.”&nbsp; The words didn’t come as an insult, or a contest for who might be able to endure more, just a kindness that Danielle may well not appreciate a heap of yet another person’s worst past experiences thrown into the mix.&nbsp; Like many Hunters, Fiona had more bad memories than most.<br><br>Ultimately, she looked to Ryan, explaining, “We’re looking into the so-called Lord of Shadow and Blood.&nbsp; It was suggested you might have useful information on him.”&nbsp; It was tempting to try to bring him in for more than that, but not if he’s already trying to retire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>10-09-2022, 22:49:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/25/b0/7d/25b07da444be0f22cedcd5a94112bc0f.jpg)</div>OOC Stuff<br>This post starts the fight scene, providing background on the fight club. Blaine knows Jane Smith (Imp) and John Smith (her demonic bodyguard). Taryn knows of Fight Club, Jane, and John. In some ways, the Fight Club provides a similar service to Taryn's Club - a place for the various factions to meet. However, the warding at Fight Club is not as good as Taryn's place.<br><br>1. Fight Club is a place of Power (Wild)<br>2. John Smith is a Demonic (Imp Bodyguard)<br><br><hr>The fight club was in an industrial park outside of Vegas. The industrial park was slightly different in that there was a perimeter fence, guards, and a gated checkpoint. There were signs for companies like Lockheed-Martin, Raytheon Technologies, and General Dynamics explaining the security. However, there was an interesting question of how a Supernatural business had gotten mixed in with the defense contractors.<br><br>Blaine wound through the industrial park to yet another non-descript warehouse-like building. Only this building had an attached and enclosed parking garage. Inside the parking garage was the first hint that this was no ordinary building. The vehicles range from a Lamborghini and a Ferrari through high-end RVs and limousines to dilapidated vans and trucks. <br><br>A guard in a cart met the group and gave them a ride. There were two entrances to the Fight Club - one for spectators and a second for participants. John Smith, Jane's Majordomo and bodyguard, was waiting inside the participants' door. Disguised as a human, the demon smiled at Blaine. <strong>"Since she is neutral, Jane cannot officially meet with you. However, the supernatural community is buzzing about the Hell Hounds' bold move and the fight tonight. Since its founding, Vegas has been an open city for supernaturals, one not dominated by a single Faction or Circle. The Hell Hounds have shown neither the cunning nor the strength to take over Vegas. A lot of the players are here tonight looking for a sign. Your fight will have more at stake than just who submits. If you win, it will be a rallying point for those who don't want a single Faction to control Vegas. Conversely, if Carlos wins, some will take it as a sign that tangling with the Hell Hounds is a dangerous proposition."</strong><br><br>The demon smiled at Blaine, <strong>"Since Jane is strictly neutral, it falls to me to remind you of your training. While the ring looks like a traditional dueling ground, the ring makes the fight as realistic as possible. A key part of the fight is shaping the environment. The ring will not allow the environment to be lethal to either fighter, but it will allow you to influence the environment. As you and Carlos are werewolves, Carlos may not consider shaping the environment. Take advantage of his oversight."</strong><br><br>John looked to the two men flanking Blaine, <strong>"And you to remember that this is not a training duel. The Hell Hounds fight for dominance not merely of Blaine but all of Vegas. You also risk not merely your reputation but your very lives. Jane and I can come to your defense if a group attacks inside the fight club, but be on guard outside the Club. The Hell Hounds will take it ill if Blaine should win. The win will neutralize Carlos, but whoever pulls the strings may try to redress any loss here."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>EDIT/ADDITION:<br><br>John had one of the guards escort Taryn upstairs while he took Blaine and Frank downstairs. John could not provide much information on Carlos. <strong>"He's new in town. Part of a larger group/pack that has come from New Orleans. I haven't seen him fight, but I suspect he will call on the moon."</strong> John chuckled, <strong>"Yeah, Vamps and Weres love the ring; you can make it a night, full moon, etc. Anyway, he's going to be an Alpha Male and expect to beat you into submission. You'll need to let your beast out to keep up with him, but you shouldn't play his game. You need to fight smart."</strong> John smiled, <strong>"And dirty."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>One of John's guards led Taryn up the stairs. The building changed radically as Taryn and the guard entered the upper floor. The walls were wood paneled, with tasteful art hung on the walls. The floor was some synthetic marble. The guard ushered Taryn through an ornate double door. The other side was refined if richly appointed. A bar, tables, and a large window allowed people to look down onto the fighting cage.<br><br><strong>"Taryn Darling,"</strong> a statuesque brunette in a leather suit swept out and wrapped Taryn in a hug. <strong>"I hear you brought Blaine her for a fight. Wolf on Wolf."</strong> Jane kissed Taryn and then pulled her in closer, nuzzling her ear, <strong>"Watch your fucking back, you Fiend. The knives are out tonight. The wimp at the bar with the spectacles is ostensibly backing Carlos. However, it takes real juice to be able to get someone into Fight club. Myshkin Yakov (Yasha) Yakovich is the head of the Bratva in Vegas and on the board here at fight club. However, rumor has it that there is a coven of Vampires in town staying with him."</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>11-09-2022, 21:14:51</strong>
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				(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><br>"John! You're lookin wonderful today!" Taryn said as she approached the imp. "I do hope that I'll be able to meet you and Jane more... intimately soon. It's been an age! But I would like to go meet Jane today, if you please?" She let herself be excorted up the stairs, though, of course, she already knew the way. An as soon as she stepped into Jane's room, she spread her arm wide. "Jane! How delightful!" she exclaimed, matching Jane in hugs. And more, pressing her body against the fellow imp in ways and placing her hands in places that were beyond what one might expect from a casual acquaintance. Beyond, even, what might be expected from Taryn. "She brought herself. I'm here to watch and assist," she said before the kiss, which she made sure to be a nice, long one. "Those fuckers went and tagged my club, she whispered back in tones that would have been better used to invited someone to all sorts of carnal delights. "You've got this place, too, so you know what that means for my club and for me. And you know how bad it'll be if the Pit goes down." She went for another kiss before pulling back somewhat, though her hands never left Jane's body. "This concerns me. Greatly," she said. "Some new upstart not knowing the rules would be one thing, but someone powerful knowingly breaking the accords?" She shook her head. They both knew how bad that could be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ihinka</strong> on <strong>12-09-2022, 13:32:16</strong>
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				<hr><strong>OOC:</strong> <br><em>Location:</em> Fight Club<br><em>People:</em> Blaine, Frank, Taryn, Jane, John<hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/25/b0/7d/25b07da444be0f22cedcd5a94112bc0f.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/9add7160aec1c735e5a42aec048143df/tumblr_od2hn0OsGW1qen5kxo1_1280.gif)</div>Blaine didn't like fighting. She especially didn't like it for the sake of wrestling the alpha role in a pack. In her opinion the world was wide enough to accommodate weres forming new packs under new alphas without having to resort to brutalities when none were necessary. Of course, she understood well enough the drive behind the challenges. So even if she never liked starting fights. She would always finish them. Her brief training session with Frank helped to ground her and dissipate some of her restless energy. And she was appreciative of the specific Hunter pointers when fighting against weres that Frank generously imparted onto her.<br><br>The industrial background of Fight Club served well to underline the grim purpose of the club's nature. And, much like with Taryn's club, Blaine understood the need for such an establishment. That didn't mean that she, herself, had to like it.<br><br>As John led them downstairs to the locker rooms, explaining the general set of of the fight, Blaine listened intently. She walked with confidence and a dash of nonchalance, becoming of her status as alpha. But when John mentioned Carl and/or his group were hailing originally from New Orleans, her ears perked up. <em>Well now, how about that! I should call on Loup Garoup. See if he knows anything about this.</em> Blaine made a mental note as she put her personal belongings into a locker and set the combination lock to secure the items. She hadn't brought any weapons. Since, in a way, she was a weapon. She had no idea if Carl would want to duke it out in skin or pelt. But, either way, she was prepared to meet him halfway. She stood up from the bench, after taking off her shoes and stowed them away in the locker with her other belongings.<br><br>Dressed as if going for a morning run in her cheeky biker-themed <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">leggings</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/67/cd/6f/67cd6faf58afb9e4ebe0166612e57667.jpg)</div></div> and tight <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">tank top</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/44/4d/cf444d9c3911d514c283b0a8bab7b850.jpg)</div></div>, Blaine limbered out her limbs, nodded at Frank, and motioned an invitation for them to precede to the cage. Her outfit while simple and probably not the most appropriate for such a fight, still held some message within it. Even if Blaine suspected it would go completely over Carl's head. I mean it was no secret men generally tended to believe women were only lesbians until a <em>proper</em> man <em>paid them attention</em>. So the double entendre behind her 'Gold Star' labeled tank top would most likely be completely unnoticed.<br><br>When they reached the octagon, Blaine nodded at Frank and made to enter the cage.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Wolf</span></strong></em><hr><strong>Stats:</strong> Blood 2 // Heart -1 // Mind 0 // Spirit 1<br><strong>Circles:</strong> Mortalis 0 [ ][ ][ ] // Night 2 [ ][ ][ ] // Power -1 [ ][ ][ ] // Wild 1 [ ][ ][ ]<br><br><strong>Playbook Moves:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Comes With the Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you are actively patrolling your territory when time passes—or at the start of the game—roll with <strong>Blood</strong>. On a 10+, your territory is secure and trouble is at a minimum; take +1 ongoing when you <strong><em>Hit The Streets</em></strong> in your territory. On a 7-9, one of your troubles surfaces (your choice), along with an opportunity to address it. On a miss, or if you aren’t attending to your territory, things go south and your troubles are fast and furious.</div></div>, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alpha Dog</div><div class="spoiler_body">When <strong><em>you persuade an NPC in your territory with threats or promises</em></strong>, roll with <strong>Blood</strong> instead of <strong>Heart</strong>.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancement:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Available at the beginning of play</strong></td><td><strong>After five advances, you may select</strong></td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] Night Status 2</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] advance four basic moves</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] join or lead a Wolf Pack</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a move from another archetype</td><td>[ ] retire your character to safety</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] change your Circle</td><td>[ ] change to a new archetype</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>[ ] Mortalis // [ ] Night // [ ] Power // [ ] Wild<br><br><strong>Harm:</strong><br>[ ] Faint // [ ][ ] Serious // [ ][ ] Critical<br><br><strong>Scars:</strong><br>[ ] Shattered // [ ] Crushed // [ ] Fractured // [ ] Broken<br><br><strong>Corruption:</strong> [ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]<br><em>Trigger:</em> When you destroy a threat to your territory instead of driving it out, mark corruption.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancements</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move from another archetype or your own<br>[ ] retire your character; they may return as a Threat<br></div></div>, <em>Moves</em><br><br><strong>Let It Out:</strong> heal 2-harm instantaneously, starting with critical harm; transform from one form into the other without seeing the moon; perform a ferocious feat of lupine strength and speed; enhance your lupine senses to supernatural levels<br><br><strong>End Move:</strong><br>When you die or retire your character, anyone in the scene you wish to protect escapes and reaches safety, no matter the odds.<br><br><strong>Intimacy:</strong><br>When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you create a primal bond with them until the end of the next session; you always know where to find them and when they’re in trouble.<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Blaine's Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">You’ve claimed an area of the city as your own. By default, your territory covers a city block or two and has the trouble: +crime.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">People in your territory work hard to keep the streets safe (remove +crime)</li><li type="disc">You are widely accepted as this place’s protector (add blessing: +supported)</li><li type="disc">A status-3 NPC wants your territory and is working to get it (add trouble: +encroachment)</li><li type="disc">You have offered protection within your territory to someone, and now their problems are yours (add trouble: +fealty)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Transformation</div><div class="spoiler_body">By default, you can change into your wolf form - at will - in the sight of the moon: you gain natural weaponry (2-harm), 1-armor, and all of the qualities and weaknesses you choose below.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">You are versatile: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>letting it out</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are cunning: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>keeping your cool</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are steadfast: you fight like a small group against groups</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you lose control while transformed</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you transform when you are stressed or angry</li><li type="disc">The transformation draws the attention of supernatural creatures</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">A duffel bag with your personal belongings, a shitty cell phone.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">9mm Beretta (2-harm close loud)</li><li type="disc">Butterfly knife (2-harm hand concealable)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intro Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">When did you first experience the change?<br><em>I think this one is answered pretty well in the background.</em><br><br>How long have you been in the city?<br><em>One year, tops. Blaine is a recent transplant. But she's been here long enough to establish her territory.</em><br><br>What is the best part of your other form?<br><em>Her eyes are her best feature in both her forms.</em><br><br>Who is the most important person in your territory?<br><em>Blaine is a bit of a recluse. Especially after losing her mate and her only surviving relative, her aunt. So you could say she is a bit gun-shy when it comes to forming new, deeper attachments.</em><br><br>What do you desperately need?<br><em>Blaine is intent on finding out the circumstances of her turning and the slaughter of her family. She is not fanatical about it. But she will go to great lengths to discover the truth behind it.</em></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPC_Object_Location Submissions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPC Submission - Kazumi - Blaine's right hand man and second in command</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/72/a3/d672a3adfcc05419764a9f6886fa27c4.jpg)</div><strong>"I know it ain't pretty. And believe me, it breaks my heart too to see 'im like that. But the lad's completely feral. It was this or puttin' 'im down!"</strong> The scruffy looking man explained as he led Blaine into the room with a single large cage. The moment Blaine entered the room a furry body flung itself against the bars of the cage. Ferocious, savage growls accompanied the wild, mindless thrashing.<br><br><strong>"Coyote?"</strong> Blaine asked, her eyes never leaving the thrashing form. Her voice, soft and gentle.<br><br><strong>"Among other things."</strong> The scruffy guy answered. <strong>"He's been experimented on something fierce. I ain't ashamed to say it makes my stomach turn, just thinkin' 'bout what the poor lad's been through. Brutalized ain't a strong enough word."</strong><br><br>Blaine could feel Mr. Scruffy's anger flair. The response from within the cage was immediate. The thrashing intensified. As did the growling and gnashing of teeth.<br><br>Blaine stepped in front of Mr. Scruffy. <strong>"Control yourself or step out, Liam!"</strong> The were Alpha commended quietly. She didn't want to extinguish Liam's anger with her powers. Though she could, effectively, if she put him to heal. But why would she?! His anger was justified. It was only that the boy was tortured beyond reason and only knew to answer to anger with aggression. That would change. With time. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.<br><br><strong>"I need to know what's been done to him."</strong><br><br>Liam wordlessly handed Blaine a flash drive. <strong>"You think you can 'elp 'im?"</strong> He finally asked.<br><br><strong>"That would depend."</strong> Blaine answered ambiguously.<br><br><strong>"On?"</strong> Liam rejoined with another question.<br><br><strong>"Time."</strong> Blaine's eyes had never strayed from the thrashing coyote. <strong>"And him."</strong><br><br><br>***<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/76/cd/3776cd6692840e4bd733370dedc556c4.jpg)</div>Blaine's eyes fell on Kazumi. He possessed that androgynous beauty only Asians somehow could effortlessly pull off. To look at him now, one would hardly believe the state he'd been in when he first came to Blaine. Savage and feral. Deadly. Made so by the most brutal of experiments. Forcefully turned and continually experimented on with the intent of creating some sort of ultimate were gene. It had taken Kazumi months just to shift out of his coyote form in the presence of Blaine. They'd worked on building trust for the longest of time, before moving on to learning, or rather, relearning simple human behavior. Maybe it had been Blaine's unique were alpha powers. Or her patience. Or how much she cared. Or Kazumi's will to overcome what he'd been made to endure. Or a combination of all of the above. But with time the brutalized young man had flourished into a gentle and artistic soul. And his loyalty to Blaine knew no bounds. Their bond, unshakeable.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Object Submission</span></div><br>A chair sits in Blaine's workshop. The once painted over wood stripped fully, but otherwise untouched. It's make, rustic. Almost crude. But functional. It somehow stands on its own in Blaine's otherwise busy workshop. For a piece of furniture it looks benign enough. And yet if one were to stand next to it the last thing they'd get the urge to do is sit in it. And even if, by some sort of miracle, they don't recognize the weird vibes and were to sit in it, they were in for one hell of a ride. Hell being the operative word here. As, unbeknownst to anyone but Blaine and select other few, the chair is cobbled together from different pieces of wood. A number of which, having the unfortunate fate of once belonging to Gruesome Gertie. Louisianna's electric chair.<br><br>Blaine had acquired the dangerous piece of furniture at a flee market. Not knowing what she'd found or how dangerous it was. It had revealed it's nature only after the led paint had been stripped off it. A few months of research later Blaine had learned the chair had been dismantled after being put out of commission and the pieces to be incinerated. But, apparently they'd somehow escaped that fate. And found new life incorporated in other furniture. Blaine was in cooperation with a group of people to track down the pieces of the chair. For unless the furniture that had pieces of Gruesome Gertie within it was led coated, it inflicted psychological trauma of immense proportions to its user.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Location Submission - The Sunset Moors - Blaine's Territory</span></div><br>Despite the tragic events in her early childhood, Blaine had always known the safety of home. Firstly, provided by her aunt, who'd raised her after the death of her parents and her younger sister. And secondly, among Loup Garoup's pack. So Blaine had grown up to appreciate the safety of one's place of rest. If she had to live someplace for prolonged periods of time, she would always try to find a place to call home that was safe. But not only that. It also needed to be a place of culture. She could accept nothing less after having grown up in New Orleans and traveled the world over.<br><br>Once she'd decided to settle in Vegas to continue her investigation on the tragedy that befell her family, she found a realtor to find her a place to live. Someone who would not throw glitter in her eyes, but give it to her straight. After she'd found one such person, it was a matter of waiting them out, until they found her the perfect place. But it had turned out, finding what she wanted was not easy. Finding a calm, homely, wholesome, artsy neighborhood in a city that prided itself on it's nightlife and casinos, had turned out to be quite the difficult task for her realtor.<br><br>But Blaine had asked her to give it to her straight and so one day her real estate agent had called her into the office for a talk.<br><br><strong>"Look, Blaine, what you want is something you won't be able to just find lying around in Vegas. I can find you a place that best fits your criteria, but if you want it just the way you say, you're gonna have to work for it! This city doesn't just give you things for free! Now, I have a place that is up to your specifications. Or rather... It was! What I have in mind is close to Sunset Park. It used to be a good neighborhood. Just like you asked. Calm, homely, wholesome, with a good community and some fine local art circles. Until... Some gang took over the parks as their turf. The police tried to regain control back, but... Well, let's just say there were no ghost-busters to call.<br><br>People are spooked. No one dares set foot in the park. They are all too stubborn to leave their homes. But the neighborhood is suffering. The park gang is driving business away. The local art scene isn't fearing any better. It's like a a town in siege... from the inside.<br><br>You seem to be... well... interested in... ahem... peculiar things. I figured if you wanted a place that is safe, with a nice community. Homely. Artsy... And all that stuff you could just... Well, do something about that park gang and have your perfect place to lay your head."</strong><br><br>And Blaine had decided, if nothing else, it was worth taking a look. And so she'd visited the neighborhood. The atmosphere was truly oppressive. People were obviously stressed. But also determined to not give in or give up. They had been naturally suspicious of her asking around the way she had. But not outright hostile or unwelcoming. Some of the more elderly had even gone to such lengths as invite her into their homes and tell her tales of how the neighborhood had once been. Vibrant and lively. Not bustling like the rest of Vegas, but enjoying life at its own pace. With lots of local businesses and culture spots. An art gallery that catered to all sorts of local artists. A local waterhole with the best microbrews and craft beer. A neighborhood that truly had been an oasis of calm among the churning sea that was Las Vegas.<br><br>Naturally, hearing all this, Blaine's next step had been decided. Her stroll to the park had been accompanied by whispers and murmurs from the younger crowd. And one elder or two had even tried to stop her from going into the park lest she be hurt. But Blaine had decided that this was the place she wanted to lay her head. These were the people she wanted to call neighbors. And this gang needed to find a new place to call their turf, because Blaine was claiming this as her territory.<br><br>The gang had turned out to be a pack of werecoyote. Almost all barely out of teendome. Brash and drunk on their independence from any alpha influence. Blaine had taken no pleasure in putting them to heal and chasing them off with their collective tails between their legs.<br><br>With the gang gone and order reestablished within the neighborhood, the residents quickly came together to get the place back up from the dumps. Campaigns were raised to demonstrate the neighborhood was no longer unsafe for business ventures. Cultural and art tourism quickly began to trickle back in. And beer aficionados eagerly returned to the Cauldron for their craft beer and microbrew fix. Life was returning back to the neighborhood. And even though Blaine tried to become lost among its denizens, people couldn't forget the Sunset Park hero. As they came to dub her. But even more embarrassingly, the neighborhood came to be known to the locals as the Sunset Moors.</div></div><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>12-09-2022, 21:17:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ELh6kfQ.jpg)</div><br>OOC<br>1) Ryan does care about Dannielle; they can target each other with magics at any range. This situation means that Ryan could (would ?) cast Shield to protect Dannielle.<br>2) A clear and specific vision of Ryan's future is coming COMPLETE<br>3) Ryan owes Fiona the answer to one specific question, and Fiona gets +1 Forward acting on the answer. The question is a bit vague - useful information on LSB. Fiona will get +1 forward when Ryan provides information about the possibility of a weapon. However, no +1 on delivering Ryan's brick. <br>4) I will allow Dannielle two questions about Ryan, as the first two are relatively straightforward to answer.<br><br>Location: Mary's Books and More.<br>People: Ryan (aka Archivist), Mary Sr., Little Mary<br><br>Fiona, Explore a place of Power<br>11 - On a 10+, your insight reveals much about the Circle's politics<br>and schemes; ask the MC a question about the Circle and take<br>+1 forward when acting on the answer.<br>&gt; Fiona can ask 1 question based on the information below.<br><br>Let It Out (uncover the essential truth of a thing or person in your presence)<br>7-9 is a hit. I mark 1 Corruption. MC tells me how the ability is costly, limited, or unstable<br>Danielle's Let It Out. Dannielle does a Soul Gaze (ala Dresden Files) into the Archivist. You will see their true nature, but they see yours.<br><br>Due to the Soul Gaze, Dannielle and Ryan have shared a moment of extreme intimacy,<br>Oracle: When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you gain a specific and clear vision of that person's future. Mark corruption to ask the MC up to two follow-up questions; they must answer honestly. <br>Wizard: When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional— with another person, decide if you care about them. If you do, you form a sympathetic connection;<br>you can target each other with magics at any range and intuitively know if the other is in danger. If you don't, mark corruption.<br><br><hr><br><strong> "Not sure how your stuff works, but I should probably warn you that I have a lot of nightmares in my past." </strong> Commented Fiona, And then she asked&nbsp; <strong> "We're looking into the so-called Lord of Shadow and Blood. It was suggested you might have useful information on him." </strong> <br><br>Ryan laughed, <strong> "Come back when you've hunted your prey through a few wars, and then I might worry." </strong> and then more seriously, <strong> "Ah the Fae, so powerful and yet such glaring weaknesses. They try to be mysterious and then pick such obvious names. They are powerful but focused and lose sight of the bigger picture."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Let's start with a name. Shadow means that they can hide in the shadows."</strong> Ryan shook his head, <strong>"No, not like a human or even a Ninja. Likely he or they can become a Shadow. Defensively, you'll want something - mundane or magical - that can banish shadows. Offensively, you'll want a weapon that can destroy Shadows. Blood could mean several things. From what you told me about the poor woman, at the least, the Lord of Shadows and Blood takes his power from Blood Sacrifices. He may use it to power other spells."</strong> Ryan held up his finger, <strong>"However, there is something worse. An older version of Blood Magic was linked to the ability to taint the blood of others - biological warfare. This Fae might be able to spread illness."</strong> <br><br>Ryan looked from Danielle to Fiona, and then his glance went to a table. The table had an ordinary Brick in the middle of an ornate pentagram. <strong>"When Evan called last night..."</strong> Ryan laughed <strong>"Well, last night was a lifetime ago. I thought chatting with an Oracle would be an academic curiosity. However, I see we have more than a little in common. Normally, my services are academic. However, someone or rather some group has threatened the few things that I hold dear."</strong><br><br>Ryan looked at Fiona, <strong>"In return for a favor, I will bend all my efforts towards helping you find the weapon you need to finally slay this Lord of Shadows and Blood. However, first I, we, need to secure the Marys."</strong> Ryan gestured to the brick in the middle of the pentagram. <strong>"It will not end the threat, but it will announce that I'm not someone you should trifle with. Take the brick. It will guide you to the one who threw it. When you get close enough, throw the brick back."</strong> Ryan laughed, <strong>"Just do not get too close. No closer than ten feet. I suggest no closer than twenty feet if you have a good arm."</strong> and then, <strong>"Ah, you're a Hunter. Just assume the Brick is a magical hand grenade, and you won't be two far off."</strong><br><br><strong>"While you deliver my warning of the dangers of crossing me. I shall begin researching possibilities for a weapon that can harm this Lord of Blood and Shadow."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>12-09-2022, 22:29:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Monsterpoh02.jpg)</div>OOC: The two questions that Danielle had asked regarding the moment of intimacy, the Soul Gaze, were freebies according to the MC, and thus will not take an addition 2 Corruption for asking follow-up questions for the future vision Danielle gets about Ryan.<br><br>Danielle will ask her two questions, while laying her hand on the brick (planning to do some Psychometry).<br><hr>Danielle did as Ryan told her to do and rested. <em>Maybe, I'll have my tea, now, dear Archivist,</em> she joked to herself. Fiona stepped up and mentioned what they were really here about. <em>All this magic being done and I get distracted,</em> she commented to herself. At least one of them was on the right page and mentioned about the Lord of Shadow and Blood. Danielle closed her eyes, feeling a bit too overwhelmed by the sudden visions, so much that even the lights in the lair was hard on her eyes. So, as she rested, she listened to what Ryan had to say. Maybe it was their recent moment of intimacy, something Danielle didn't initially intend for, but was actually glad she performed, that allowed him the freedom to provide as much information that they can use to get one or more steps closer to finding this prophesied character. <br><br>Ryan was no stranger to her. Yes, they had met not too long ago, but being a guest in the magical peeling back of layers had grown some concern in her for her new... "friend?" "Ally" seemed to be the correct word to use. Still in the back of her mind, she replayed the vision of a man with a grey beard conversing with Ryan. She had seen this person before. Danielle would wait until an appropriate time to follow-up with Ryan. In the meantime, he had some wisdom to unload to the duo. At first, he literally dissecting the name and how such words could be a metaphor for something greater or darker. Danielle tilted her head when Ryan connected the Shadow part of the name to someone who could hide in the shadows, but not like a physical being could do. Then, it was apparent with the victim they had saw last night and the blood etched into the rock that the Blood in the name could mean this character could take power from the intricacies of a Blood Sacrifice. Danielle thought about the Native Americans that she had lived among in the 19th century, how they had witch doctors that dealt with that sort of stuff. Yes, it may have been minor, using the blood of lowly animals, but if someone were to use the blood of a human or even a fae like that naiad, theoretically, they'd have loads more power.<br><br>If this Lord of Shadows and Blood could be stopped, the easiest thing to do were to negate the two elements of its name. Ryan thought of ways, both defensively and offensively, that they could try to do just that. Maybe Ally was a good word after all, since Ryan expressed that he would help them find such a weapon to battle against this Lord, but there was a catch. Danielle knew there was always a catch, but she had a feeling the catch was mutual. The Marys. The old woman and the blonde upstairs. It made sense. When Danielle opened her eyes, she saw Ryan gestured towards the brick, which was sitting in a pentagram on a table. Brick... window.... Danielle nodded, connecting the dots. Who or what threw the brick wished to threaten the Archivist and their task was the delivery of Ryan's reply to those who would threaten what held dear.<br><br>Before Ryan was finished speaking, Danielle got up from the chair and would block Fiona if she tried to reach for the brick. <strong>"Ryan. There is something else and I don't think it can wait. Well, actually, I think you would need to know going forward,"</strong> she said and turned to Fiona and gestured her to stand side. Her fingers slowly walked themselves from the edge of the pentagram table to the center, where the brick sat. It may have looked sneaky, but Danielle had no intention to be sneaky, but her desire was to stall for time to give Ryan something regarding his future. Still, in the back of her mind, she felt this was totally against her nature. <strong>"I saw something else, but it wasn't about your past, but of your future. In my visions, there is a man with a grey beard and hair. You and him were talking to each other, reminiscing on old times or noticing how much time has already passed. He did not come off as a threat, but there was disagreement in the conversation. May I ask, is this man from the boarding school in your past?"</strong> Daniel explained and then asked her first question. She'd let the question linger and maybe even let him answer. Whether or not he does, she asks her second. <strong>"And I sensed a separation between you two. You were intimate in some capacity, maybe love lost. But he returned to give you news of a marching darkness, news that you simply brushed off. You then mentioned you came close to becoming a part of that darkness. Is that something you'd care to explain?"</strong><br><br>After Ryan gave his answers to her questions, Danielle's fingers lifted and she placed her whole hand on the brick. Her eyes began to turn white.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>12-09-2022, 23:04:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>☐</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☒</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div><br>Ryan mentioned about having more bad experiences than she in her friendly warning to Danielle, to which Fiona simply nodded in acquiesance.&nbsp; No doubt she’d lose that competition, not that she was that interested in making it one.<br><br>His discussion of shadows got another nod.&nbsp; “I’m thinking heavy-duty flashlights.”&nbsp; She looked to Danielle.&nbsp; “I can probably requisition a tactical light for a firearm, but we should see about getting you a big flashlight also.&nbsp; I’m not sure how good you are at weaponry.”&nbsp; It was an invitation for Danielle to say, if she felt comfortable.<br><br>The explanation of the brick made Fiona slowly nod.&nbsp; She wasn’t big on going after people she didn’t know in full detail or understand, but she also understood how this dark world worked.&nbsp; Not making it lethal cemented the decision, and she waited for Danielle to finish her oracle stuff with it before picking it up to place in her purse for the time being.&nbsp; She did indeed have experience with hand grenades, and protocol there was to make sure you were being something for cover.&nbsp; However, curiosity danced in her thoughts to see if she could figure out the precise elements for things like maintaining supernatural secrecy.&nbsp; Checking for innocent bystanders would be a necessity.<br><br>Danielle asked a bunch of personal questions; Fiona left it be.&nbsp; Danielle seemed to have an innocence and curiosity about her that Fiona recognized, and part of why Fiona did what she did was to ensure that other people could keep that for as long as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>13-09-2022, 13:38:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>As always, Frank kept a stoic and unimpressed expression within the fight club. He wasn't one for fighting for sport. When he fought someone, he didn't want them to know what to know what he could do. <br><br>He returned Blaine's nod. A part of him wanted to check in with her and run over the plan one more time. But she had his respect, and to coddle her in such a manner would only be an insult. <br><br>With their silent nods of luck out of the way, he made his way into the crowd. Finding a spot close enough to help if any sort of double-crosses or betrayals were to occur, but also a spot where he would be able to keep a convenient eye on most of the club. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>15-09-2022, 00:10:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/25/b0/7d/25b07da444be0f22cedcd5a94112bc0f.jpg)</div>OOC<br>There will eventually be posts for Blaine, Frank, and Taryn. I'm kicking it off with Blaine's post, as the fight will be three rounds/posts.<br><br>In this round, Blaine rolls with Blood (+2) and +1 Ongoing, but (-1) due to Carl's general physique. Both are using hands/bodies, so no armor, and 1-harm each. <br><br><hr>Carl came slowly to the edge of the cage. Another person was with him giving him some last-minute advice. Carl looked from the person to Blaine and then back. Finally, he opened the cage. <br><br>There was a crackle of static, and then the announcer's voice boomed, <strong>"Welcome folks, we have a special fight for you tonight. It's Were or Were, but not your usual training matches or a grudge match. These two Weres are fighting to submit. In one corner is a hometown favorite Blaine. Blaine is the woman who cleaned up Sunset Moors and not claims it as her territory."</strong> There are a few cheers from the crowd and cries of <strong>"Kick his ass Blaine"</strong> and one person, <strong>"Make'im your bitch Blaine."</strong><br><br><strong>"In the other corner is the challenger from out of town - Carl. Carl is playing all the marbles. He wants Blaine and her territory."</strong> two small groups clapped for Carl - a group wearing the leather of the Hell Hounds and eight heavy-set Russians. Neither group appeared to mix with the regulars. <br><br>Carl was the arrogant prick that had initially walked up to Blaine's house. <strong>"It didn't have to be this way - a public beat down and humiliation. However, I'm gonna show everyone the cost of getting in the way of progress."</strong><br><br>The announcer continued, <strong>"Remember - Ring rules. If you can do it in the ring, it's legal. And Fight!"</strong><br><br>With the last word, Carl changed towards Blaine. It looked like he had a bit of UMA training and was going to tackle her and take her to the ground, where his superior strength and speed would let him pin her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>16-09-2022, 20:40:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/25/b0/7d/25b07da444be0f22cedcd5a94112bc0f.jpg)</div>OOC<br>Here are the Frank and Taryn posts. <br><br>If he so chooses, Frank could do something like - Figure Someone out, although he would need to target one of the three groups mentioned below.<br><br>Per the OOC chat, Jane and Taryn share a moment of intimacy. Jane has agreed to find Someone willing to host (be possessed by a high-level demon) for Taryn. Taryn has agreed to help Jane gain leverage on the Fight Club board members.<br><br><hr><span class="bbc_u">Franks POV</span><br><br>The group outside the Cage seemed to split into the locals and the outsiders. On the Outside were the Devil Dogs and the group of Russians. Additionally, a group of four men - military or ex-military from their bearing and haircuts - seemed to form a group of their own.<br><br>The vibe that Frank got was like a new MC riding into town. The locals were checking out the outsiders but didn't seem much threatened by them. This didn't seem to set well with the outsiders but things hadn't quite come to blows yet. This left Frank with the interesting questions of who the Hell Hounds were targeting and why.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Taryn's POV</span><br><br>Jane led Taryn into Jane's Office. The Office backed up on the Windows over the Cage, and there was even a couch that gave a good view of the Cage. Jane led Taryn to the couch and proceeded to run her hands over Taryn while discussing business. The situation brought back memories of the crazy days of the demonic war when Jane and Taryn were able to break free of their respective masters.<br><br><strong>"It's getting crazy in Vegas. It's like the demon wars. New players emerging, everyone maneuvering for position, cross and double-cross as everyone seeks to avoid being on the losing side."</strong> Jane kissed Taryn as she ran her hands over the other Imp. <strong>"It just makes me so hot. Death is in the air, and things like being called back to Hell are even worse for you and me. Still, there is opportunity. I had to give up a lot to get the fight club established. I have a board that controls the club, making me a glorified manager. Still, the board is fracturing, some backing a change in town while others are undecided. I need a bit of leverage. I've looked over the board. There is a Doctor Shannon Temple of Federated Technologies. Federated uses the Fight Club to field test some of its new technologies. If you could get me some leverage to bring her to my side, I'd have better control over the board."</strong>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>16-09-2022, 22:55:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ELh6kfQ.jpg)</div><br>OOC<br>1) Ryan does care about Dannielle; they can target each other with magics at any range. This situation means that Ryan could (would ?) cast Shield to protect Dannielle.<br>2) Ryan owes Fiona the answer to one specific question, and Fiona gets +1 Forward acting on the solution. The question is a bit vague - useful information on LSB. Fiona will get +1 forward when Ryan provides information about the possibility of a weapon. However, no +1 on delivering Ryan's brick. <br><br>Location: Mary's Books and More.<br>People: Ryan (aka Archivist), Mary Sr., Little Mary<br><br><br><hr><br>Dannielle's questions about her vision appeared to hit Ryan hard. The Wizard reached into an inside pocket of vis vest and pulled out a small leather bag. Shaking the bag, a silver locket with a chain fell out. Ryan opened the locket to show Danielle a pair of small pictures that faded with time. On one side was the grey-bearded man. Although in the image, he is much younger and has a goatee rather than a full beard. The other picture was of an Arabic woman wearing an older European-style pants suit.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>"He was my everything - savior, creator, mentor, lover, tormentor. There was a time when all that mattered to me was his affection."</strong> Ryan laughed bitterly, <strong>"Now, I know not what was genuine and was done to shape me mold me, what was done to make me better, and what was done simply to pervert me to his needs."</strong><br><br>The Wizard laughed, <strong>"He was fond of quoting Nietsche - that what does not kill us makes us stronger. In the end, he was right. He did make me stronger - strong enough that I no longer needed him, no longer loved him."</strong><br><br>Ryan sighed, <strong>"As to the darkness, what did Lord Acton say - power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. I sought power to battle the evils of the world. Ultimately, I found that I was becoming as corrupt as they were. My acts might have been towards a different end but were as evil as those I fought."</strong> Ryan held up his hands and gazed at them, <strong>"In the end, my hands became soaked with the blood of innocents."</strong><br><br>Ryan shook vis head and looked at the brick,&nbsp; <strong>"And so it begins again, I'm willing to defend my family."</strong> Then vi looked at Fiona, <strong>"Go and deliver my message to the ones who threaten what is mine. Meanwhile, I will look for a suitable weapon to dispose of the Lord of Blood and Shadows."</strong><br><br>And then to Danielle, <strong>"I do not doubt your vision, but my old mentor could be simply lying to lure me back in, or he might just be mistaken. Still, it makes sense for us to be prepared. Go with the Hunter, see what you can ascertain of our foes. If they are true darkness and not merely a bunch of drunken idiots that don't understand Vegas, then they will be but the scouts of some serious darkness."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>17-09-2022, 00:54:26</strong>
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				(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><br>Taryn easily, comfortably returned Jane's affections. It was something she'd done much with her long-time... well, they'd not always been friends, if ones like them could even be said to be friends, but they'd been doing this sort of thing together often, for a long time now. "Yes... Doctor Shannon. I know her. I did her a favour a while back and I think it's time, now for her to return it. And, of course, if I might ask for something, too, there someone I'm looking for, someone who would let themselves willingly, or, even better, eagerly, be possessed by a demon. I have a very... peculiar clientele, I think you understand, and such a person would be very much valuable, and valued, to me at the moment." Her touches and her caresses became even more intimate, more daring. "Is that the sort of person you'd be able to find for me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ihinka</strong> on <strong>17-09-2022, 22:48:53</strong>
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				<hr><strong>OOC:</strong> Rolled an 8 on my turn to violence. Wait... I didn't account for the -1, because of Carl's beefiness, so that's a 7. Still, same result. I inflict 1-harm, but Carl gets to choose from these three:<br>• they inflict harm on you<br>• they put you in a bad spot<br>• they create an opening to flee<br><em>Location:</em> Fight Club<br><em>People:</em> Blaine, Frank, Taryn, Jane, John<hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/25/b0/7d/25b07da444be0f22cedcd5a94112bc0f.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/9add7160aec1c735e5a42aec048143df/tumblr_od2hn0OsGW1qen5kxo1_1280.gif)</div><strong>"Progress?"</strong> Blaine arched an eyebrow. <strong>"I don't believe you know the meaning of the word, Carl."</strong> She stated in a calm, reasonable tone of voice. <strong>"See, I think you were just too chickenshit to challenge Loup Garou for New Orleans Alpha and had to come crawling to Vegas with your tail between your leg. And your delusions of grandeur!"</strong> Blaine's neutral accent shifted into her New Orleans parlance as swiftly and as naturally as Carl had assumed he'd win against her.<br><br>The quip, coupled with Blaine's training session with Frank before the fight gave her enough confidence to take on Carls initial bull-rush. It was clear he aimed to tackle her and bring her to the ground. It was not only a position of power, but one of symbolic an psychological significance as well. Blaine knew how to protect against giving up her legs. But just to prove a point she managed to slip a jab in Carl's face before he rushed her and they ended up in a clinch.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Wolf</span></strong></em><hr><strong>Stats:</strong> Blood 2 // Heart -1 // Mind 0 // Spirit 1<br><strong>Circles:</strong> Mortalis 0 [ ][ ][ ] // Night 2 [ ][ ][ ] // Power -1 [ ][ ][ ] // Wild 1 [ ][ ][ ]<br><br><strong>Playbook Moves:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Comes With the Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you are actively patrolling your territory when time passes—or at the start of the game—roll with <strong>Blood</strong>. On a 10+, your territory is secure and trouble is at a minimum; take +1 ongoing when you <strong><em>Hit The Streets</em></strong> in your territory. On a 7-9, one of your troubles surfaces (your choice), along with an opportunity to address it. On a miss, or if you aren’t attending to your territory, things go south and your troubles are fast and furious.</div></div>, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alpha Dog</div><div class="spoiler_body">When <strong><em>you persuade an NPC in your territory with threats or promises</em></strong>, roll with <strong>Blood</strong> instead of <strong>Heart</strong>.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancement:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Available at the beginning of play</strong></td><td><strong>After five advances, you may select</strong></td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] Night Status 2</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] advance four basic moves</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] join or lead a Wolf Pack</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a move from another archetype</td><td>[ ] retire your character to safety</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] change your Circle</td><td>[ ] change to a new archetype</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>[ ] Mortalis // [ ] Night // [ ] Power // [ ] Wild<br><br><strong>Harm:</strong><br>[ ] Faint // [ ][ ] Serious // [ ][ ] Critical<br><br><strong>Scars:</strong><br>[ ] Shattered // [ ] Crushed // [ ] Fractured // [ ] Broken<br><br><strong>Corruption:</strong> [ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]<br><em>Trigger:</em> When you destroy a threat to your territory instead of driving it out, mark corruption.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancements</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move from another archetype or your own<br>[ ] retire your character; they may return as a Threat<br></div></div>, <em>Moves</em><br><br><strong>Let It Out:</strong> heal 2-harm instantaneously, starting with critical harm; transform from one form into the other without seeing the moon; perform a ferocious feat of lupine strength and speed; enhance your lupine senses to supernatural levels<br><br><strong>End Move:</strong><br>When you die or retire your character, anyone in the scene you wish to protect escapes and reaches safety, no matter the odds.<br><br><strong>Intimacy:</strong><br>When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you create a primal bond with them until the end of the next session; you always know where to find them and when they’re in trouble.<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Blaine's Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">You’ve claimed an area of the city as your own. By default, your territory covers a city block or two and has the trouble: +crime.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">People in your territory work hard to keep the streets safe (remove +crime)</li><li type="disc">You are widely accepted as this place’s protector (add blessing: +supported)</li><li type="disc">A status-3 NPC wants your territory and is working to get it (add trouble: +encroachment)</li><li type="disc">You have offered protection within your territory to someone, and now their problems are yours (add trouble: +fealty)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Transformation</div><div class="spoiler_body">By default, you can change into your wolf form - at will - in the sight of the moon: you gain natural weaponry (2-harm), 1-armor, and all of the qualities and weaknesses you choose below.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">You are versatile: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>letting it out</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are cunning: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>keeping your cool</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are steadfast: you fight like a small group against groups</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you lose control while transformed</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you transform when you are stressed or angry</li><li type="disc">The transformation draws the attention of supernatural creatures</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">A duffel bag with your personal belongings, a shitty cell phone.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">9mm Beretta (2-harm close loud)</li><li type="disc">Butterfly knife (2-harm hand concealable)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intro Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">When did you first experience the change?<br><em>I think this one is answered pretty well in the background.</em><br><br>How long have you been in the city?<br><em>One year, tops. Blaine is a recent transplant. But she's been here long enough to establish her territory.</em><br><br>What is the best part of your other form?<br><em>Her eyes are her best feature in both her forms.</em><br><br>Who is the most important person in your territory?<br><em>Blaine is a bit of a recluse. Especially after losing her mate and her only surviving relative, her aunt. So you could say she is a bit gun-shy when it comes to forming new, deeper attachments.</em><br><br>What do you desperately need?<br><em>Blaine is intent on finding out the circumstances of her turning and the slaughter of her family. She is not fanatical about it. But she will go to great lengths to discover the truth behind it.</em></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPC_Object_Location Submissions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPC Submission - Kazumi - Blaine's right hand man and second in command</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/72/a3/d672a3adfcc05419764a9f6886fa27c4.jpg)</div><strong>"I know it ain't pretty. And believe me, it breaks my heart too to see 'im like that. But the lad's completely feral. It was this or puttin' 'im down!"</strong> The scruffy looking man explained as he led Blaine into the room with a single large cage. The moment Blaine entered the room a furry body flung itself against the bars of the cage. Ferocious, savage growls accompanied the wild, mindless thrashing.<br><br><strong>"Coyote?"</strong> Blaine asked, her eyes never leaving the thrashing form. Her voice, soft and gentle.<br><br><strong>"Among other things."</strong> The scruffy guy answered. <strong>"He's been experimented on something fierce. I ain't ashamed to say it makes my stomach turn, just thinkin' 'bout what the poor lad's been through. Brutalized ain't a strong enough word."</strong><br><br>Blaine could feel Mr. Scruffy's anger flair. The response from within the cage was immediate. The thrashing intensified. As did the growling and gnashing of teeth.<br><br>Blaine stepped in front of Mr. Scruffy. <strong>"Control yourself or step out, Liam!"</strong> The were Alpha commended quietly. She didn't want to extinguish Liam's anger with her powers. Though she could, effectively, if she put him to heal. But why would she?! His anger was justified. It was only that the boy was tortured beyond reason and only knew to answer to anger with aggression. That would change. With time. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.<br><br><strong>"I need to know what's been done to him."</strong><br><br>Liam wordlessly handed Blaine a flash drive. <strong>"You think you can 'elp 'im?"</strong> He finally asked.<br><br><strong>"That would depend."</strong> Blaine answered ambiguously.<br><br><strong>"On?"</strong> Liam rejoined with another question.<br><br><strong>"Time."</strong> Blaine's eyes had never strayed from the thrashing coyote. <strong>"And him."</strong><br><br><br>***<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/76/cd/3776cd6692840e4bd733370dedc556c4.jpg)</div>Blaine's eyes fell on Kazumi. He possessed that androgynous beauty only Asians somehow could effortlessly pull off. To look at him now, one would hardly believe the state he'd been in when he first came to Blaine. Savage and feral. Deadly. Made so by the most brutal of experiments. Forcefully turned and continually experimented on with the intent of creating some sort of ultimate were gene. It had taken Kazumi months just to shift out of his coyote form in the presence of Blaine. They'd worked on building trust for the longest of time, before moving on to learning, or rather, relearning simple human behavior. Maybe it had been Blaine's unique were alpha powers. Or her patience. Or how much she cared. Or Kazumi's will to overcome what he'd been made to endure. Or a combination of all of the above. But with time the brutalized young man had flourished into a gentle and artistic soul. And his loyalty to Blaine knew no bounds. Their bond, unshakeable.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Object Submission</span></div><br>A chair sits in Blaine's workshop. The once painted over wood stripped fully, but otherwise untouched. It's make, rustic. Almost crude. But functional. It somehow stands on its own in Blaine's otherwise busy workshop. For a piece of furniture it looks benign enough. And yet if one were to stand next to it the last thing they'd get the urge to do is sit in it. And even if, by some sort of miracle, they don't recognize the weird vibes and were to sit in it, they were in for one hell of a ride. Hell being the operative word here. As, unbeknownst to anyone but Blaine and select other few, the chair is cobbled together from different pieces of wood. A number of which, having the unfortunate fate of once belonging to Gruesome Gertie. Louisianna's electric chair.<br><br>Blaine had acquired the dangerous piece of furniture at a flee market. Not knowing what she'd found or how dangerous it was. It had revealed it's nature only after the led paint had been stripped off it. A few months of research later Blaine had learned the chair had been dismantled after being put out of commission and the pieces to be incinerated. But, apparently they'd somehow escaped that fate. And found new life incorporated in other furniture. Blaine was in cooperation with a group of people to track down the pieces of the chair. For unless the furniture that had pieces of Gruesome Gertie within it was led coated, it inflicted psychological trauma of immense proportions to its user.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Location Submission - The Sunset Moors - Blaine's Territory</span></div><br>Despite the tragic events in her early childhood, Blaine had always known the safety of home. Firstly, provided by her aunt, who'd raised her after the death of her parents and her younger sister. And secondly, among Loup Garoup's pack. So Blaine had grown up to appreciate the safety of one's place of rest. If she had to live someplace for prolonged periods of time, she would always try to find a place to call home that was safe. But not only that. It also needed to be a place of culture. She could accept nothing less after having grown up in New Orleans and traveled the world over.<br><br>Once she'd decided to settle in Vegas to continue her investigation on the tragedy that befell her family, she found a realtor to find her a place to live. Someone who would not throw glitter in her eyes, but give it to her straight. After she'd found one such person, it was a matter of waiting them out, until they found her the perfect place. But it had turned out, finding what she wanted was not easy. Finding a calm, homely, wholesome, artsy neighborhood in a city that prided itself on it's nightlife and casinos, had turned out to be quite the difficult task for her realtor.<br><br>But Blaine had asked her to give it to her straight and so one day her real estate agent had called her into the office for a talk.<br><br><strong>"Look, Blaine, what you want is something you won't be able to just find lying around in Vegas. I can find you a place that best fits your criteria, but if you want it just the way you say, you're gonna have to work for it! This city doesn't just give you things for free! Now, I have a place that is up to your specifications. Or rather... It was! What I have in mind is close to Sunset Park. It used to be a good neighborhood. Just like you asked. Calm, homely, wholesome, with a good community and some fine local art circles. Until... Some gang took over the parks as their turf. The police tried to regain control back, but... Well, let's just say there were no ghost-busters to call.<br><br>People are spooked. No one dares set foot in the park. They are all too stubborn to leave their homes. But the neighborhood is suffering. The park gang is driving business away. The local art scene isn't fearing any better. It's like a a town in siege... from the inside.<br><br>You seem to be... well... interested in... ahem... peculiar things. I figured if you wanted a place that is safe, with a nice community. Homely. Artsy... And all that stuff you could just... Well, do something about that park gang and have your perfect place to lay your head."</strong><br><br>And Blaine had decided, if nothing else, it was worth taking a look. And so she'd visited the neighborhood. The atmosphere was truly oppressive. People were obviously stressed. But also determined to not give in or give up. They had been naturally suspicious of her asking around the way she had. But not outright hostile or unwelcoming. Some of the more elderly had even gone to such lengths as invite her into their homes and tell her tales of how the neighborhood had once been. Vibrant and lively. Not bustling like the rest of Vegas, but enjoying life at its own pace. With lots of local businesses and culture spots. An art gallery that catered to all sorts of local artists. A local waterhole with the best microbrews and craft beer. A neighborhood that truly had been an oasis of calm among the churning sea that was Las Vegas.<br><br>Naturally, hearing all this, Blaine's next step had been decided. Her stroll to the park had been accompanied by whispers and murmurs from the younger crowd. And one elder or two had even tried to stop her from going into the park lest she be hurt. But Blaine had decided that this was the place she wanted to lay her head. These were the people she wanted to call neighbors. And this gang needed to find a new place to call their turf, because Blaine was claiming this as her territory.<br><br>The gang had turned out to be a pack of werecoyote. Almost all barely out of teendome. Brash and drunk on their independence from any alpha influence. Blaine had taken no pleasure in putting them to heal and chasing them off with their collective tails between their legs.<br><br>With the gang gone and order reestablished within the neighborhood, the residents quickly came together to get the place back up from the dumps. Campaigns were raised to demonstrate the neighborhood was no longer unsafe for business ventures. Cultural and art tourism quickly began to trickle back in. And beer aficionados eagerly returned to the Cauldron for their craft beer and microbrew fix. Life was returning back to the neighborhood. And even though Blaine tried to become lost among its denizens, people couldn't forget the Sunset Park hero. As they came to dub her. But even more embarrassingly, the neighborhood came to be known to the locals as the Sunset Moors.</div></div><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem.."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>18-09-2022, 20:32:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/25/b0/7d/25b07da444be0f22cedcd5a94112bc0f.jpg)</div>OOC<br><br>Turn to Violence on Carl - 7 &nbsp;(https://discord.com/channels/1007352388996300890/1009249001536770059/1020796563179700275)<br>Blaine does .1-harm on Carl, and Carl puts Blaine in a bad spot.<br><br>Note, <br>Round 2 Blaine can/should Roll with Blood - there is no escape from the ring. However, Blaine can roll for Let It Out to either transform or throw Carl off with a <br><br><hr>Frank was an old man and mortal. He didn't have the strength and speed of a Were, so he made up for it with experience and treachery. He'd shown Blaine several nasty strikes that could be used on a human or Werewolf. Additionally, he guessed that Carl would be overconfident due to his youth and the fact that Blaine was a female.<br><br>Carl faltered as he heard Baline mention the New Orleans Alpha. It was Loup Garou that had beat the stuffing out of Carl and then told the young man to watch his manners around Loup's daughters. <br><br>Still, Carl was young and arrogant - or maybe the correct term is foolish. The Were snarled back at Blaine, <strong>"Loup ain't here to fight for you. If'n you one o his, making you my bitch is a sweet reward."</strong> <br><br>As soon as the fight started, Carl dove at Blaine's waist in what would be a classic Mixed Martial Arts shoot. Blaine responded as Frank had taught her to drive her knee forward. Blaine's knee smashed into Carl's face, giving him breaking his nose and incidentally giving him a black eye. Unfortunately, there was not enough power to deliver on the true intent of the strike - driving Carl's cartilage into his brain.<br><br>Carl was stunned, but his body had its own momentum, driving both of them to the ring floor. Carl wound up sprawled on top of Blaine's legs. It was not a pin, but he had enough of a hold that he could prevent her from getting back up.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Taryn's POV</span><br><br>Jane looked at Taryn, <strong>"No guarantees, but I might know someone who might be interested. For my part, I think you know a Dr. Shannon Temple?"</strong> Jane smiled as Taryn nodded affirmatively, <strong>"Doctor Temple runs a Black R&amp;D organization at Federated Technologies. They were instrumental in helping set up Fight Club. Unfortunately, Federated would prefer to take full control of the Club and limit the Club's use. Normally, the Club's other board members would not permit that. However, I suspect several board members will be involved in the coming fight. When the time is right, I want to get promoted to the new Board of Directors. I need you to convince Dr. Temple that it is in her best interests to have Fight Club an independent entity with myself on the board."</strong><br><br>Up in the private office, Jane watched the fight. Her hands were on Taryn but lay casually as her focus was on the fight in the ring below. Jane murmured, <strong>"The first clash of the fight for Vegas. The skirmishers against the sentinel. The outcome of this fight will reverberate beyond this ring."</strong>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>18-09-2022, 20:45:54</strong>
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				(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><br>"It would be easier, of course, if you could provide something to persuade her. An argument or some benefit for supporting you in this. But yes, one way or another, Dr. Temple will support your claim, of that I can be confident. Just as I can be confident that you'll find me a wonderful host for my guests." She could tell that Jane wasn't in the mood to go further, so she calmed her attentions. "Yes, but that's always true, isn't it? So many stones, large and small, each sending its own ripple. And to try to reach down and calm them is only to add more ripples of your own. Better to learn to ride them and read them, to find areas of calm... or excitement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ihinka</strong> on <strong>19-09-2022, 18:20:24</strong>
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				<hr><strong>OOC:</strong> Rolled an 8 on Let It Out (perform a ferocious feat of lupine strength and speed). On a hit, the ability works but has some limitations or side effects in addition to the corruption. Since Let it Out doesn't usually cause harm I will let the MC rule on that.<br><em>Location:</em> Fight Club<br><em>People:</em> Blaine, Frank, Taryn, Jane, John<hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/25/b0/7d/25b07da444be0f22cedcd5a94112bc0f.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/9add7160aec1c735e5a42aec048143df/tumblr_od2hn0OsGW1qen5kxo1_1280.gif)</div>Blaine's quip about Loup Garou had done its job marvelously. It put a stutter in Carl's charge enough for her to slip a heavy knee in his nose. Not enough to drop him down in an instant, but enough to completely disrupt his take-down attempt. So now, when they inevitably came crashing down by virtue of Carl's weight, inertia and gravity, Blaine was prepared for it. She literally rolled with it in such a way as not to have the wind knocked out of her. Still, once they landed on the mat, Blaine at the bottom, and Carl haphazardly on top, Blaine's wolf howled in contempt at being put in such a submissive position. So the ex Coastie allowed her inner beast to rear its mighty head. Even if a fraction. She'd been practicing on and off and was getting better and better at the partial shifting. Her eyes glowed were blue. Her canines erupted, pushing out the now obsolete human teeth. Blood staining her chin and dribbling down her neck. Her body pulsed with strength and agility.<br><br><em>'Fight smart, not hard!'</em><br><br>Blaine heard Frank's advice in her head. The old hunter had made one excellent point. One with which Blaine wholeheartedly agreed with. On any given day she would be far superior in physical strength and prowess to your human male out there, being a ware and an alpha at that. But that advantage would quickly disappear if she was to be paired with another were who was also an alpha. Putting her against a male were alpha swung the scale brutally back into the opposite direction once more. Just like female MMA fighters didn't go into the cage against male MMA fighters. It would be a blood bath.<br><br>So Blaine had taken Frank's advice to heart right off the bat. And as she rolled to absorb Carl's weight on her, Blaine brought her legs up and around his neck in a blinding, unnatural speed. Trapping his dominant hand in between as well. Effectively locking him in a <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">triangle armbar</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://c.tenor.com/jsdbydm3otQAAAAd/ufc-kyler-phillips.gif)</div></div>. Carl's face went immediately scarlet as the bloodflow to his brain was diminished. As Blaine was essentially chocking him out as well. But this wasn't the UFC. This was Fight Club! And Blaine knew there was next to no chance Carl would tap out. On top of that, the longer she held the bar, the longer he would have time to mount a counter. And she definitely didn't want him thrashing in her hold to escape the bar. Nor did she want to exhaust her stamina and risk him getting loose. So what she did next brought her no joy.<br><br>With a flash of brute strength Blaine overextended Carl's elbow until she heard the ugly telltale noise of bones breaking. Without giving him much chance to recover, Blaine lumbered Carl's body to the side and sprung on her feet. Her face grim as she settled in a ready stance once more.<br><br><strong>"Stay down, boy, lest I break something more than just your arm!"</strong> Blaine warned in a deathly tone, belied by the sweetness of her New Orleans accent.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Wolf</span></strong></em><hr><strong>Stats:</strong> Blood 2 // Heart -1 // Mind 0 // Spirit 1<br><strong>Circles:</strong> Mortalis 0 [ ][ ][ ] // Night 2 [ ][ ][ ] // Power -1 [ ][ ][ ] // Wild 1 [ ][ ][ ]<br><br><strong>Playbook Moves:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Comes With the Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you are actively patrolling your territory when time passes—or at the start of the game—roll with <strong>Blood</strong>. On a 10+, your territory is secure and trouble is at a minimum; take +1 ongoing when you <strong><em>Hit The Streets</em></strong> in your territory. On a 7-9, one of your troubles surfaces (your choice), along with an opportunity to address it. On a miss, or if you aren’t attending to your territory, things go south and your troubles are fast and furious.</div></div>, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alpha Dog</div><div class="spoiler_body">When <strong><em>you persuade an NPC in your territory with threats or promises</em></strong>, roll with <strong>Blood</strong> instead of <strong>Heart</strong>.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancement:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Available at the beginning of play</strong></td><td><strong>After five advances, you may select</strong></td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] Night Status 2</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] advance four basic moves</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] join or lead a Wolf Pack</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a move from another archetype</td><td>[ ] retire your character to safety</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] change your Circle</td><td>[ ] change to a new archetype</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>[ ] Mortalis // [ ] Night // [ ] Power // [ ] Wild<br><br><strong>Harm:</strong><br>[ ] Faint // [ ][ ] Serious // [ ][ ] Critical<br><br><strong>Scars:</strong><br>[ ] Shattered // [ ] Crushed // [ ] Fractured // [ ] Broken<br><br><strong>Corruption:</strong> {x}{ }{ }{ }{ }<br><em>Trigger:</em> When you destroy a threat to your territory instead of driving it out, mark corruption.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancements</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move from another archetype or your own<br>[ ] retire your character; they may return as a Threat<br></div></div>, <em>Moves</em><br><br><strong>Let It Out:</strong> heal 2-harm instantaneously, starting with critical harm; transform from one form into the other without seeing the moon; perform a ferocious feat of lupine strength and speed; enhance your lupine senses to supernatural levels<br><br><strong>End Move:</strong><br>When you die or retire your character, anyone in the scene you wish to protect escapes and reaches safety, no matter the odds.<br><br><strong>Intimacy:</strong><br>When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you create a primal bond with them until the end of the next session; you always know where to find them and when they’re in trouble.<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Blaine's Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">You’ve claimed an area of the city as your own. By default, your territory covers a city block or two and has the trouble: +crime.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">People in your territory work hard to keep the streets safe (remove +crime)</li><li type="disc">You are widely accepted as this place’s protector (add blessing: +supported)</li><li type="disc">A status-3 NPC wants your territory and is working to get it (add trouble: +encroachment)</li><li type="disc">You have offered protection within your territory to someone, and now their problems are yours (add trouble: +fealty)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Transformation</div><div class="spoiler_body">By default, you can change into your wolf form - at will - in the sight of the moon: you gain natural weaponry (2-harm), 1-armor, and all of the qualities and weaknesses you choose below.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">You are versatile: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>letting it out</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are cunning: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>keeping your cool</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are steadfast: you fight like a small group against groups</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you lose control while transformed</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you transform when you are stressed or angry</li><li type="disc">The transformation draws the attention of supernatural creatures</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">A duffel bag with your personal belongings, a shitty cell phone.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">9mm Beretta (2-harm close loud)</li><li type="disc">Butterfly knife (2-harm hand concealable)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intro Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">When did you first experience the change?<br><em>I think this one is answered pretty well in the background.</em><br><br>How long have you been in the city?<br><em>One year, tops. Blaine is a recent transplant. But she's been here long enough to establish her territory.</em><br><br>What is the best part of your other form?<br><em>Her eyes are her best feature in both her forms.</em><br><br>Who is the most important person in your territory?<br><em>Blaine is a bit of a recluse. Especially after losing her mate and her only surviving relative, her aunt. So you could say she is a bit gun-shy when it comes to forming new, deeper attachments.</em><br><br>What do you desperately need?<br><em>Blaine is intent on finding out the circumstances of her turning and the slaughter of her family. She is not fanatical about it. But she will go to great lengths to discover the truth behind it.</em></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPC_Object_Location Submissions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPC Submission - Kazumi - Blaine's right hand man and second in command</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/72/a3/d672a3adfcc05419764a9f6886fa27c4.jpg)</div><strong>"I know it ain't pretty. And believe me, it breaks my heart too to see 'im like that. But the lad's completely feral. It was this or puttin' 'im down!"</strong> The scruffy looking man explained as he led Blaine into the room with a single large cage. The moment Blaine entered the room a furry body flung itself against the bars of the cage. Ferocious, savage growls accompanied the wild, mindless thrashing.<br><br><strong>"Coyote?"</strong> Blaine asked, her eyes never leaving the thrashing form. Her voice, soft and gentle.<br><br><strong>"Among other things."</strong> The scruffy guy answered. <strong>"He's been experimented on something fierce. I ain't ashamed to say it makes my stomach turn, just thinkin' 'bout what the poor lad's been through. Brutalized ain't a strong enough word."</strong><br><br>Blaine could feel Mr. Scruffy's anger flair. The response from within the cage was immediate. The thrashing intensified. As did the growling and gnashing of teeth.<br><br>Blaine stepped in front of Mr. Scruffy. <strong>"Control yourself or step out, Liam!"</strong> The were Alpha commended quietly. She didn't want to extinguish Liam's anger with her powers. Though she could, effectively, if she put him to heal. But why would she?! His anger was justified. It was only that the boy was tortured beyond reason and only knew to answer to anger with aggression. That would change. With time. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.<br><br><strong>"I need to know what's been done to him."</strong><br><br>Liam wordlessly handed Blaine a flash drive. <strong>"You think you can 'elp 'im?"</strong> He finally asked.<br><br><strong>"That would depend."</strong> Blaine answered ambiguously.<br><br><strong>"On?"</strong> Liam rejoined with another question.<br><br><strong>"Time."</strong> Blaine's eyes had never strayed from the thrashing coyote. <strong>"And him."</strong><br><br><br>***<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/76/cd/3776cd6692840e4bd733370dedc556c4.jpg)</div>Blaine's eyes fell on Kazumi. He possessed that androgynous beauty only Asians somehow could effortlessly pull off. To look at him now, one would hardly believe the state he'd been in when he first came to Blaine. Savage and feral. Deadly. Made so by the most brutal of experiments. Forcefully turned and continually experimented on with the intent of creating some sort of ultimate were gene. It had taken Kazumi months just to shift out of his coyote form in the presence of Blaine. They'd worked on building trust for the longest of time, before moving on to learning, or rather, relearning simple human behavior. Maybe it had been Blaine's unique were alpha powers. Or her patience. Or how much she cared. Or Kazumi's will to overcome what he'd been made to endure. Or a combination of all of the above. But with time the brutalized young man had flourished into a gentle and artistic soul. And his loyalty to Blaine knew no bounds. Their bond, unshakeable.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Object Submission</span></div><br>A chair sits in Blaine's workshop. The once painted over wood stripped fully, but otherwise untouched. It's make, rustic. Almost crude. But functional. It somehow stands on its own in Blaine's otherwise busy workshop. For a piece of furniture it looks benign enough. And yet if one were to stand next to it the last thing they'd get the urge to do is sit in it. And even if, by some sort of miracle, they don't recognize the weird vibes and were to sit in it, they were in for one hell of a ride. Hell being the operative word here. As, unbeknownst to anyone but Blaine and select other few, the chair is cobbled together from different pieces of wood. A number of which, having the unfortunate fate of once belonging to Gruesome Gertie. Louisianna's electric chair.<br><br>Blaine had acquired the dangerous piece of furniture at a flee market. Not knowing what she'd found or how dangerous it was. It had revealed it's nature only after the led paint had been stripped off it. A few months of research later Blaine had learned the chair had been dismantled after being put out of commission and the pieces to be incinerated. But, apparently they'd somehow escaped that fate. And found new life incorporated in other furniture. Blaine was in cooperation with a group of people to track down the pieces of the chair. For unless the furniture that had pieces of Gruesome Gertie within it was led coated, it inflicted psychological trauma of immense proportions to its user.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Location Submission - The Sunset Moors - Blaine's Territory</span></div><br>Despite the tragic events in her early childhood, Blaine had always known the safety of home. Firstly, provided by her aunt, who'd raised her after the death of her parents and her younger sister. And secondly, among Loup Garoup's pack. So Blaine had grown up to appreciate the safety of one's place of rest. If she had to live someplace for prolonged periods of time, she would always try to find a place to call home that was safe. But not only that. It also needed to be a place of culture. She could accept nothing less after having grown up in New Orleans and traveled the world over.<br><br>Once she'd decided to settle in Vegas to continue her investigation on the tragedy that befell her family, she found a realtor to find her a place to live. Someone who would not throw glitter in her eyes, but give it to her straight. After she'd found one such person, it was a matter of waiting them out, until they found her the perfect place. But it had turned out, finding what she wanted was not easy. Finding a calm, homely, wholesome, artsy neighborhood in a city that prided itself on it's nightlife and casinos, had turned out to be quite the difficult task for her realtor.<br><br>But Blaine had asked her to give it to her straight and so one day her real estate agent had called her into the office for a talk.<br><br><strong>"Look, Blaine, what you want is something you won't be able to just find lying around in Vegas. I can find you a place that best fits your criteria, but if you want it just the way you say, you're gonna have to work for it! This city doesn't just give you things for free! Now, I have a place that is up to your specifications. Or rather... It was! What I have in mind is close to Sunset Park. It used to be a good neighborhood. Just like you asked. Calm, homely, wholesome, with a good community and some fine local art circles. Until... Some gang took over the parks as their turf. The police tried to regain control back, but... Well, let's just say there were no ghost-busters to call.<br><br>People are spooked. No one dares set foot in the park. They are all too stubborn to leave their homes. But the neighborhood is suffering. The park gang is driving business away. The local art scene isn't fearing any better. It's like a a town in siege... from the inside.<br><br>You seem to be... well... interested in... ahem... peculiar things. I figured if you wanted a place that is safe, with a nice community. Homely. Artsy... And all that stuff you could just... Well, do something about that park gang and have your perfect place to lay your head."</strong><br><br>And Blaine had decided, if nothing else, it was worth taking a look. And so she'd visited the neighborhood. The atmosphere was truly oppressive. People were obviously stressed. But also determined to not give in or give up. They had been naturally suspicious of her asking around the way she had. But not outright hostile or unwelcoming. Some of the more elderly had even gone to such lengths as invite her into their homes and tell her tales of how the neighborhood had once been. Vibrant and lively. Not bustling like the rest of Vegas, but enjoying life at its own pace. With lots of local businesses and culture spots. An art gallery that catered to all sorts of local artists. A local waterhole with the best microbrews and craft beer. A neighborhood that truly had been an oasis of calm among the churning sea that was Las Vegas.<br><br>Naturally, hearing all this, Blaine's next step had been decided. Her stroll to the park had been accompanied by whispers and murmurs from the younger crowd. And one elder or two had even tried to stop her from going into the park lest she be hurt. But Blaine had decided that this was the place she wanted to lay her head. These were the people she wanted to call neighbors. And this gang needed to find a new place to call their turf, because Blaine was claiming this as her territory.<br><br>The gang had turned out to be a pack of werecoyote. Almost all barely out of teendome. Brash and drunk on their independence from any alpha influence. Blaine had taken no pleasure in putting them to heal and chasing them off with their collective tails between their legs.<br><br>With the gang gone and order reestablished within the neighborhood, the residents quickly came together to get the place back up from the dumps. Campaigns were raised to demonstrate the neighborhood was no longer unsafe for business ventures. Cultural and art tourism quickly began to trickle back in. And beer aficionados eagerly returned to the Cauldron for their craft beer and microbrew fix. Life was returning back to the neighborhood. And even though Blaine tried to become lost among its denizens, people couldn't forget the Sunset Park hero. As they came to dub her. But even more embarrassingly, the neighborhood came to be known to the locals as the Sunset Moors.</div></div><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem.."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>22-09-2022, 22:24:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/25/b0/7d/25b07da444be0f22cedcd5a94112bc0f.jpg)</div>OOC<br><br>In this case, I'm going to go for a side-effect, Carl will submit to Blaine and become part of her pack. <br><span class="bbc_u"><br>What do you do?</span><br>Kipp - Jane, and Taryn have sealed the deal - now they need to sort out the details. Jane is pushing the timeline up a bit, but part of the debt that Dr. Temple owes Taryn involves her partying at The Pit.<br>Bewitched - John is offering something in return for a Debt. Frank can accept, decline or counter.<br>ihinka - Blaine wanted the fight to submission - which would have been interesting if it had gone the other way. Now Carlos is submitting to the superior Alpha.<br><br><hr>The loud crack of Carl's arm breaking echoed. Fight Club has some weird hybrid of magic and or technology because everyone in the Club could hear the arm breaking. Additionally, the fight appeared closer for those on the upper level than it should be.<br><br><strong>"Stay down, boy, lest I break something more than just your arm!"</strong> Blaine warned in a deathly tone, belied by the sweetness of her New Orleans accent. Blaine wasn't consciously aware, but she used the same inflection and tone of voice that Loup Garrou.<br><br>Carl called on his Wolf in an attempt to heal himself and get back in the fight. However, Carl's Wolf had enough. What started as a partial change became complete as Carl shifted into his full wolf form. This shift did heal the damage to his arm, which was now a wolf leg.<br><br>However, there was no fight left in the Wolf. The Wolf slunk over to Blaine, rolled onto its back, and began whining - a submissive gesture. Blaine felt the magical wards that had sealed off the Fight Ring release. The fight was over, although the question now was - what was Blaine going to do with Carl?<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Ring Side with Frank</span> <br><br>One of the burly bearded Russians growled to a Hell Hound beside him, <strong>"This is what happens when you send a boy to do a man's job. You should have sent a snatch team and grabbed her. Instead of an in-road, you have an even bigger threat. She cannot live out the night."</strong> If looks could kill, Blaine would be in serious trouble given the looks she was getting from the combined Hell Hounds and Russians.<br><br>John pulled Frank aside, <strong>"It looks like Blaine has won the skirmish only to be at risk of losing the battle. What's it worth to you to get out of this mess?"</strong><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Private Office with Jane and Taryn</span><br><br><strong>"Impressive,"</strong> Jane told Taryn, <strong>"The pawn has become a knight or perhaps a rook. She will be a target in the unfolding fight, but her positioning denies one of the Factions access to her territory."</strong> Jane ran her hand down one of Taryn's legs. <strong>"The question is not if, but how and where they come after her."</strong> Jane smiled at Taryn, <strong>"For me, the question is somewhat academic, but your Club is in her territory. You could become merely collateral damage, or perhaps even the target of their reprisal."</strong><br>&nbsp; <br>Jane's eyes twinkled; Taryn remembered this twinkle from the past. It was when she came up with some devious plan and frequently a plan that involved some danger to Taryn, <strong>"You and must consummate our deal quickly. I know someone who might - for a price - be willing to host a Demon. I'll have her come to your Club tonight. I advise you not to negotiate too long, as having a Demon Lord vacationing in Vegas will add to the Chaos."</strong> Taryn's eyes flashed red for a few seconds. <strong>"Similarly, I suggest you reach out to Dr. Temple tonight. If you can close the deals tonight, you and Blaine will be in a stronger position when they decide to move on your tomorrow."</strong> <br><br><hr><div align="center">Sometimes it takes a Brick (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345659.0) <br>We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br></div>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>23-09-2022, 00:43:27</strong>
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				(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><br>"So she has. I wonder if that's what she wished for," Taryn said. "She seems to suffer from an unfortunate lack of ambition." She grinned at Jane. "But, oh, chaos is what we live for is it not? To be the eye in the storm is what my club is for, after all. But... of course, you're right. I should do these things sooner rather than later. Jarazok, especially, is not know for his patience. And especially now that I've proposed this host to him, I doubt that he'll settle for the usual. A pity, though. There are so many, much more interesting things I might have wished to... consummate." She gave Jane a very suggestive smile. "Another time, maybe, with you... and John. It would be like old times, except with not as many shackles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>24-09-2022, 21:12:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>Frank smiled form the sidelines while he watched the fight. He had every confidence in Blaine, but when a fight started, anything could happen. One slip up, and someone was dead. Of course, the young and headstrong wolf had behaved exactly as Frank predicted he would, and the few tips he managed to pass on to Blaine came in handy. <br><br>Although, the reaction of the Hell Hounds began to worry him. Honor didn't seem to be anything the new generation held in high regard. He felt himself being pulled in opposite directions. On one hand, he was out of the game. It was on Blaine to protect herself. But on the other hand, he couldn't sit idly by and watch the people he respected come under harm. <br><br>Franks arms were crossed against his chest, a hard expression painted on his face. <strong>"What did you have in mind?"</strong> He asks John. He wasn't happy about finding himself caught between a rock and a hard place. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ihinka</strong> on <strong>25-09-2022, 20:14:35</strong>
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				<hr><strong>OOC:</strong> <br><em>Location:</em> Fight Club<br><em>People:</em> Blaine, Frank, Taryn, Jane, John, Carl, Kazumi<hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/25/b0/7d/25b07da444be0f22cedcd5a94112bc0f.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/9add7160aec1c735e5a42aec048143df/tumblr_od2hn0OsGW1qen5kxo1_1280.gif)</div>Blaine could see the inner struggle in Carl as he tried to call upon his wolf to heal him. She stood attentive. Ready to counter anything else he might dish out. But just as she stood there, watching and waiting, she witnessed the fight leaving him. She felt the magical binds around the octagon release and new the fight to be over. Blaine released a breath, allowing herself to relax a fraction. When Carl inevitably shifted to pelt and gave her his belly she tried hard not to shuffle him away in disgust with her foot. She was not one to kick a man while he was down. Even if that man was Carl.<br><br>She released another breath. Her eyes on Carl hard, almost uncaring. Almost!<br><br><strong>"Let's get you up, lad...</strong> Blaine sighed, calling him to skin, as she bent town to help him rise. <strong>"Had you stayed with Loup Garou, you would have learned to be a proper Alpha one day. Instead of coming here and causing problems for me. You realize you'll have to work hard to make up for this whole mess. I'm gonna need you to tell me everything you know. Right from the time you landed in Vegas, Carl. And you'll need an attitude adjustment, lad."</strong><br><br>Blaine nodded subtly at Kazumi, who appeared out of nowhere in his artistic formal garb to help support Carl's bulk.<br><br><strong>"I hope you'll take what happened tonight to heart, Carl! Next time you'll mouth off to someone not as benign and merciful as me."</strong> Blaine steered Carl in the direction of the locker rooms with the help of Kazumi. She motioned for Frank, indicating they would be in the back and he could follow whenever he wanted. <strong>"I'll decide what to do with you once you've told me everything about the Hell Hounds. This new 'King' character and who's feeding you info about the supernatural players on the Vegas scene. Everything, Carl! Am I clear?! I also want to know if you were behind the tagging of the Tar Pit and the beating of one of the bouncers there."</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Wolf</span></strong></em><hr><strong>Stats:</strong> Blood 2 // Heart -1 // Mind 0 // Spirit 1<br><strong>Circles:</strong> Mortalis 0 [ ][ ][ ] // Night 2 <ul class="bbc_list"><li type="square">[ ][ ] // Power -1 [ ][ ][ ] // Wild 1 [ ][ ][ ]</li></ul><strong>Playbook Moves:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Comes With the Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you are actively patrolling your territory when time passes—or at the start of the game—roll with <strong>Blood</strong>. On a 10+, your territory is secure and trouble is at a minimum; take +1 ongoing when you <strong><em>Hit The Streets</em></strong> in your territory. On a 7-9, one of your troubles surfaces (your choice), along with an opportunity to address it. On a miss, or if you aren’t attending to your territory, things go south and your troubles are fast and furious.</div></div>, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alpha Dog</div><div class="spoiler_body">When <strong><em>you persuade an NPC in your territory with threats or promises</em></strong>, roll with <strong>Blood</strong> instead of <strong>Heart</strong>.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancement:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Available at the beginning of play</strong></td><td><strong>After five advances, you may select</strong></td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] Night Status 2</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] advance four basic moves</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] join or lead a Wolf Pack</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a move from another archetype</td><td>[ ] retire your character to safety</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] change your Circle</td><td>[ ] change to a new archetype</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>[ ] Mortalis // [ ] Night // [ ] Power // [ ] Wild<br><br><strong>Harm:</strong><br>[ ] Faint // [ ][ ] Serious // [ ][ ] Critical<br><br><strong>Scars:</strong><br>[ ] Shattered // [ ] Crushed // [ ] Fractured // [ ] Broken<br><br><strong>Corruption:</strong> {x}{ }{ }{ }{ }<br><em>Trigger:</em> When you destroy a threat to your territory instead of driving it out, mark corruption.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancements</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move from another archetype or your own<br>[ ] retire your character; they may return as a Threat<br></div></div>, <em>Moves</em><br><br><strong>Let It Out:</strong> heal 2-harm instantaneously, starting with critical harm; transform from one form into the other without seeing the moon; perform a ferocious feat of lupine strength and speed; enhance your lupine senses to supernatural levels<br><br><strong>End Move:</strong><br>When you die or retire your character, anyone in the scene you wish to protect escapes and reaches safety, no matter the odds.<br><br><strong>Intimacy:</strong><br>When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you create a primal bond with them until the end of the next session; you always know where to find them and when they’re in trouble.<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Blaine's Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">You’ve claimed an area of the city as your own. By default, your territory covers a city block or two and has the trouble: +crime.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">People in your territory work hard to keep the streets safe (remove +crime)</li><li type="disc">You are widely accepted as this place’s protector (add blessing: +supported)</li><li type="disc">A status-3 NPC wants your territory and is working to get it (add trouble: +encroachment)</li><li type="disc">You have offered protection within your territory to someone, and now their problems are yours (add trouble: +fealty)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Transformation</div><div class="spoiler_body">By default, you can change into your wolf form - at will - in the sight of the moon: you gain natural weaponry (2-harm), 1-armor, and all of the qualities and weaknesses you choose below.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">You are versatile: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>letting it out</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are cunning: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>keeping your cool</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are steadfast: you fight like a small group against groups</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you lose control while transformed</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you transform when you are stressed or angry</li><li type="disc">The transformation draws the attention of supernatural creatures</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">A duffel bag with your personal belongings, a shitty cell phone.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">9mm Beretta (2-harm close loud)</li><li type="disc">Butterfly knife (2-harm hand concealable)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intro Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">When did you first experience the change?<br><em>I think this one is answered pretty well in the background.</em><br><br>How long have you been in the city?<br><em>One year, tops. Blaine is a recent transplant. But she's been here long enough to establish her territory.</em><br><br>What is the best part of your other form?<br><em>Her eyes are her best feature in both her forms.</em><br><br>Who is the most important person in your territory?<br><em>Blaine is a bit of a recluse. Especially after losing her mate and her only surviving relative, her aunt. So you could say she is a bit gun-shy when it comes to forming new, deeper attachments.</em><br><br>What do you desperately need?<br><em>Blaine is intent on finding out the circumstances of her turning and the slaughter of her family. She is not fanatical about it. But she will go to great lengths to discover the truth behind it.</em></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPC_Object_Location Submissions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPC Submission - Kazumi - Blaine's right hand man and second in command</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/72/a3/d672a3adfcc05419764a9f6886fa27c4.jpg)</div><strong>"I know it ain't pretty. And believe me, it breaks my heart too to see 'im like that. But the lad's completely feral. It was this or puttin' 'im down!"</strong> The scruffy looking man explained as he led Blaine into the room with a single large cage. The moment Blaine entered the room a furry body flung itself against the bars of the cage. Ferocious, savage growls accompanied the wild, mindless thrashing.<br><br><strong>"Coyote?"</strong> Blaine asked, her eyes never leaving the thrashing form. Her voice, soft and gentle.<br><br><strong>"Among other things."</strong> The scruffy guy answered. <strong>"He's been experimented on something fierce. I ain't ashamed to say it makes my stomach turn, just thinkin' 'bout what the poor lad's been through. Brutalized ain't a strong enough word."</strong><br><br>Blaine could feel Mr. Scruffy's anger flair. The response from within the cage was immediate. The thrashing intensified. As did the growling and gnashing of teeth.<br><br>Blaine stepped in front of Mr. Scruffy. <strong>"Control yourself or step out, Liam!"</strong> The were Alpha commended quietly. She didn't want to extinguish Liam's anger with her powers. Though she could, effectively, if she put him to heal. But why would she?! His anger was justified. It was only that the boy was tortured beyond reason and only knew to answer to anger with aggression. That would change. With time. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.<br><br><strong>"I need to know what's been done to him."</strong><br><br>Liam wordlessly handed Blaine a flash drive. <strong>"You think you can 'elp 'im?"</strong> He finally asked.<br><br><strong>"That would depend."</strong> Blaine answered ambiguously.<br><br><strong>"On?"</strong> Liam rejoined with another question.<br><br><strong>"Time."</strong> Blaine's eyes had never strayed from the thrashing coyote. <strong>"And him."</strong><br><br><br>***<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/76/cd/3776cd6692840e4bd733370dedc556c4.jpg)</div>Blaine's eyes fell on Kazumi. He possessed that androgynous beauty only Asians somehow could effortlessly pull off. To look at him now, one would hardly believe the state he'd been in when he first came to Blaine. Savage and feral. Deadly. Made so by the most brutal of experiments. Forcefully turned and continually experimented on with the intent of creating some sort of ultimate were gene. It had taken Kazumi months just to shift out of his coyote form in the presence of Blaine. They'd worked on building trust for the longest of time, before moving on to learning, or rather, relearning simple human behavior. Maybe it had been Blaine's unique were alpha powers. Or her patience. Or how much she cared. Or Kazumi's will to overcome what he'd been made to endure. Or a combination of all of the above. But with time the brutalized young man had flourished into a gentle and artistic soul. And his loyalty to Blaine knew no bounds. Their bond, unshakeable.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Object Submission</span></div><br>A chair sits in Blaine's workshop. The once painted over wood stripped fully, but otherwise untouched. It's make, rustic. Almost crude. But functional. It somehow stands on its own in Blaine's otherwise busy workshop. For a piece of furniture it looks benign enough. And yet if one were to stand next to it the last thing they'd get the urge to do is sit in it. And even if, by some sort of miracle, they don't recognize the weird vibes and were to sit in it, they were in for one hell of a ride. Hell being the operative word here. As, unbeknownst to anyone but Blaine and select other few, the chair is cobbled together from different pieces of wood. A number of which, having the unfortunate fate of once belonging to Gruesome Gertie. Louisianna's electric chair.<br><br>Blaine had acquired the dangerous piece of furniture at a flee market. Not knowing what she'd found or how dangerous it was. It had revealed it's nature only after the led paint had been stripped off it. A few months of research later Blaine had learned the chair had been dismantled after being put out of commission and the pieces to be incinerated. But, apparently they'd somehow escaped that fate. And found new life incorporated in other furniture. Blaine was in cooperation with a group of people to track down the pieces of the chair. For unless the furniture that had pieces of Gruesome Gertie within it was led coated, it inflicted psychological trauma of immense proportions to its user.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Location Submission - The Sunset Moors - Blaine's Territory</span></div><br>Despite the tragic events in her early childhood, Blaine had always known the safety of home. Firstly, provided by her aunt, who'd raised her after the death of her parents and her younger sister. And secondly, among Loup Garoup's pack. So Blaine had grown up to appreciate the safety of one's place of rest. If she had to live someplace for prolonged periods of time, she would always try to find a place to call home that was safe. But not only that. It also needed to be a place of culture. She could accept nothing less after having grown up in New Orleans and traveled the world over.<br><br>Once she'd decided to settle in Vegas to continue her investigation on the tragedy that befell her family, she found a realtor to find her a place to live. Someone who would not throw glitter in her eyes, but give it to her straight. After she'd found one such person, it was a matter of waiting them out, until they found her the perfect place. But it had turned out, finding what she wanted was not easy. Finding a calm, homely, wholesome, artsy neighborhood in a city that prided itself on it's nightlife and casinos, had turned out to be quite the difficult task for her realtor.<br><br>But Blaine had asked her to give it to her straight and so one day her real estate agent had called her into the office for a talk.<br><br><strong>"Look, Blaine, what you want is something you won't be able to just find lying around in Vegas. I can find you a place that best fits your criteria, but if you want it just the way you say, you're gonna have to work for it! This city doesn't just give you things for free! Now, I have a place that is up to your specifications. Or rather... It was! What I have in mind is close to Sunset Park. It used to be a good neighborhood. Just like you asked. Calm, homely, wholesome, with a good community and some fine local art circles. Until... Some gang took over the parks as their turf. The police tried to regain control back, but... Well, let's just say there were no ghost-busters to call.<br><br>People are spooked. No one dares set foot in the park. They are all too stubborn to leave their homes. But the neighborhood is suffering. The park gang is driving business away. The local art scene isn't fearing any better. It's like a a town in siege... from the inside.<br><br>You seem to be... well... interested in... ahem... peculiar things. I figured if you wanted a place that is safe, with a nice community. Homely. Artsy... And all that stuff you could just... Well, do something about that park gang and have your perfect place to lay your head."</strong><br><br>And Blaine had decided, if nothing else, it was worth taking a look. And so she'd visited the neighborhood. The atmosphere was truly oppressive. People were obviously stressed. But also determined to not give in or give up. They had been naturally suspicious of her asking around the way she had. But not outright hostile or unwelcoming. Some of the more elderly had even gone to such lengths as invite her into their homes and tell her tales of how the neighborhood had once been. Vibrant and lively. Not bustling like the rest of Vegas, but enjoying life at its own pace. With lots of local businesses and culture spots. An art gallery that catered to all sorts of local artists. A local waterhole with the best microbrews and craft beer. A neighborhood that truly had been an oasis of calm among the churning sea that was Las Vegas.<br><br>Naturally, hearing all this, Blaine's next step had been decided. Her stroll to the park had been accompanied by whispers and murmurs from the younger crowd. And one elder or two had even tried to stop her from going into the park lest she be hurt. But Blaine had decided that this was the place she wanted to lay her head. These were the people she wanted to call neighbors. And this gang needed to find a new place to call their turf, because Blaine was claiming this as her territory.<br><br>The gang had turned out to be a pack of werecoyote. Almost all barely out of teendome. Brash and drunk on their independence from any alpha influence. Blaine had taken no pleasure in putting them to heal and chasing them off with their collective tails between their legs.<br><br>With the gang gone and order reestablished within the neighborhood, the residents quickly came together to get the place back up from the dumps. Campaigns were raised to demonstrate the neighborhood was no longer unsafe for business ventures. Cultural and art tourism quickly began to trickle back in. And beer aficionados eagerly returned to the Cauldron for their craft beer and microbrew fix. Life was returning back to the neighborhood. And even though Blaine tried to become lost among its denizens, people couldn't forget the Sunset Park hero. As they came to dub her. But even more embarrassingly, the neighborhood came to be known to the locals as the Sunset Moors.</div></div><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem.."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>27-09-2022, 22:55:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/25/b0/7d/25b07da444be0f22cedcd5a94112bc0f.jpg)</div>OOC<br><br>The OOC mechanics.<br>1. Carl isn't answering any questions; Blaine can leave him behind or take him (wolf form) with them.<br>2. Frank can take one or both of the offered controls. One debt to Jane/John for each control.<br>3. Taryn does have the option of staying behind but will lose one status (until time goes by) with Wild if she does.<br>4. We'll advance the narrative to the point where the group drives off the Fight Club property, using the front or rear (if Frank takes a controler) entrance.<br><br><br><hr><span class="bbc_u">In the Cage with Blaine and Carl</span><br><br>The wolf just whimpered at Blaine's questions; its tail was tucked between its legs, and it tried to position Blaine between itself and the people outside the Cage. Carl's wolf appeared willing to go with Blaine, but she wasn't getting any answers until Carl had a chance to change back.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Ring Side with Frank</span> <br><br>John held up two small devices. The first looked like a garage door opener, while the second had a push-button switch with a plastic cover to prevent accidental depression. <strong>"The first is a door opener to the back exit. Drive to the rear of the lot and press the button; a section of the fence will open. There's a rough path across some open desert to get onto the road. You'll need to use the opener at the gate onto the road. Just call ahead before you use it as an entrance. The area is for testing ACVs - autonomous combat vehicles - and is rated for live fire."</strong> <br><br>John held up the second control, the one with the plastic protector, <strong>"And this is a bit of the fruit of their testing ACVs. If you take the control box, I'll have the boys put a chest with the ACV in the back of your truck. It's a single-use device, but the ACV is tailored to dealing with Supernatural threats."</strong> John smiled; his mouth was just a bit too big and his teeth too long to be completely human. The effect was unnerving, <strong>"In fact, the ACV's designer is looking for some real-world testing."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I can prevent them from killing you inside the fight club, but once you leave the grounds, you are fair game."</strong> John pressed the two boxes into Frank's hands. <strong>"So ask yourself, do you feel lucky? Or are you the type who likes to hedge their bets? If you feel lucky, leave the two controls behind."</strong><br><br>John turned and looked at the incipient brawl, <strong>"Hey, the only fights at fight club are inside the Cage. Break the rule, and not only you but the Fight Club will ban your sponsors."</strong> John scowled at the group, <strong>"And any idiots that want to fight, step into the Cage. I'll find a scratch team, and we'll see just how badass you are."</strong><br><br>John pointed to Blaine and Carl's wolf. <strong>"Fights over—you two out of the Cage. You can either go home. Or</strong> John's eyes flashed red, <strong>"Watch these idiots take on one of my scratch teams.</strong> Carl looked to the assembled group, <strong>"Unlike the real world, death isn't final in the Cage. So, all you're risking is a bit of pride.</strong><br><br>John paused for a moment, listening into his earpiece, <strong>"The boss says make it interesting. Ten grand buy-in for each challenger, and my team will pay out two to one for any challengers."</strong> John looked to the other fighters, <strong>"Even sized teams. The boss says she'll cover the extra odds for anyone on my side."</strong> <br><br>The words hung in the air for a few moments. Then there was a chorus of, <strong>"Me, Me. I'm with you, John."</strong> Someone muttered, <strong>"This is gonna be Epic."</strong><br><br>The heavyset Russian was frustrated but in charge. He scowled and pointed a heavy finger at John, <strong>"Your day will come demon."</strong> He turned to the rest of the group, <strong>"We go."</strong> Then he turned to Blaine and let out a low growl, <strong>"She wolf, we'll see you and your pup later."</strong><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Private Office with Jane and Taryn</span><br><br>Jane looked down at the events outside the Cage, <strong>"Just how attached are you to those two? Or perhaps the question is, how integral are they to your plans? There is some risk in going with them, but if you don't, you'll like lose them as allies."</strong><br><br>Jane smiled at John's challenge and whispered into a mike <strong>"Ten grand a head, two to one. Temping enough, they may take it."</strong> <br><br><hr><div align="center">Sometimes it takes a Brick (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345659.0) <br>We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br></div> <br>[/quote]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>28-09-2022, 00:38:11</strong>
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				(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><br>"I never throw away pawns, my dear, not unless it's in exchange for a much greater reward. And these, I think, are more than mere pawns. And besides, it would be gauche of me not to leave with the ones I came in with." Taryn lifted Jane's cheek to give her a gentle kiss, before extracting herself from their... closeness. "You will keep in touch? At least, if I manage to get out of this place in one piece." With that said, she returned back down the stairs, making her way to her small, assembled group. "Plying your trade again, John?" she asked, laughter in her voice. "And Blaine, that was a wonderful showing! Will my club be free from interference now, do you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>28-09-2022, 09:43:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>Frank watched Blaine lead Carl out of the cage as he held the two devices in his hands. <em>Autonomous Combat Vehicles? Whatever happened to a simple double barrel?</em> The world was getting more and more dangerous by the day. He flexed his hands around the two devices, getting a feel for their weight in his hands. The thought of having to rely on someone else for safety was terrifying, and surely Blaine wouldn't like the prospect either. He stuffed them inside the pockets of his jacket as he moved to follow Blaine into the locker room. He would have to broach the offer with her once they had a moment alone. It was her life that was in danger after all. <br><br>He held no bad blood with Carl, but he was sure as hell excited to see what Blaine had in store for the defeated wolf. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem.."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>29-09-2022, 19:59:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f9/49/a5/f949a5bfd2767795e6d047f20849b829.jpg)</div>OOC<br><br>The OOC mechanics.<br>1. There is a large chest securely strapped to the back of Frank's truck<br>2. ihinka's proxy rolled 12 (for a total of 15) (https://discord.com/channels/1007352388996300890/1009249001536770059/1025092071436079174)<br>3. The debt to escape is already owed by Frank&nbsp; (note, the rear entrance is potentially reusable).<br>4. Blaine had mentioned going to the No Men Allowed, the House of Lady Favors, but I'm going to allow her to narrate the exact destination.<br><br><hr>John faced off with the group of gangsters - Bratva and Hell Hounds, as one of his staff hustled the group out of the room. They met Taryn coming down the stairs and moved out to the garage, where two more Fight Club staff were loading a bulky padded chest into the back of Frank's truck. The two men secured the trunk to the truck with tie-down straps. The straps connect to the lower portion allowing the chest to open while secured. However, one of the staff told Frank, <strong>"There's no need to open the chest to deploy the ACV; flip the arming switch. However,"</strong> the man reached into his pocket and handed Frank a half-dozen tags, <strong>"You'll want these if someone is anywhere in the deployment zone - say within 50 yards of the device."</strong><br><br>Before Frank can ask any more questions, they hear loud voices coming down the stairs - the Bratva and Hell Hounds. The group piled into Frank's truck and took off from the parking structure. The squeals of vehicles behind them echo in the parking structure. Frank abruptly turned left, leaving the driveway and heading across the sand towards a chainlink fence. Pushing the button on the garage door opener, a section of the chain link fence moved aside to reveal an opening in the fence. As Frank barrelled through the fence, his headlights caught a brief glimpse of a small vehicle - maybe an ATV - motionless to the left of the fence. Frank wasn't sure, but it looked like there was a turret with a gun on top of the vehicle. <br><br>Frank needed to slow down, but he realized there was a rough trail, with rocks to the left and the right, marking a direction to travel. After about a mile, the truck came up on another chain link fence. This fence paralleled a highway. Another press of the garage door opener opens a hidden gate in the fence. The group pulled onto the road.<br><br><div align="center">"Where you gonna go now?</div> <br><br><hr><div align="center">Sometimes it takes a Brick (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345659.0) <br>We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem.."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>01-10-2022, 23:56:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/05/ac/e6/05ace67fc2bc8b2a870e33b5a1c85174.jpg)</div>OOC<br><br>The OOC mechanics.<br>1. There is a large chest securely strapped to the back of Frank's truck<br>2. ihinka rolled a 5. but gets +2 for Alpha Blood (https://discord.com/channels/1007352388996300890/1009249001536770059/1025271451370148001)<br>3. Carl owes Blaine a debt for helping him escape<br>4. I'll spill this conversation into the OOC thread, <br>Is Carl part of Blaine's pack? NO<br>Do/Did Carl and Blaine share a moment of intimacy? NO <br>Are Blaine and her group of misfit wolves - Kazumi, the four pups, and now Carl - a pack? PROBABLY<br>Are they a faction? NOT NOW<br><br>and just cause I don't want the PCs to spend too much time agonizing over decisions, I'll throw another faction move at you.<br><hr>Frank pulled the truck into a 24-7 gas station. After gassing up, he pulled the truck around the back, ostensibly to use the restroom, but in reality, for Blaine to deal with Carl.&nbsp; <br><br>Carl, the wolf, was subdued when he got out of the back of the truck. The wolf would not look Blaine in the eyes. His posture was submissive, with his tail tucked between his legs. Blaine found it easy to call Carl to skin. While Carl's final status was yet to be determined, he was submissive to Blaine.<br><br>Human and naked, Carl knelt in front of Blaine, <strong>"Thank you, Alpha. You've shown me that you are the stronger wolf. I was weak and foolish to challenge you. My pride got the better of me."</strong> Carl sighed, <strong>"I've seen the foolishness of those that I trusted. I thought the Hell Hounds were my brothers. Now, I see the truth; they are a feral pack willing to turn on each other. The King is no true Alpha. He's merely a proxy for the Russians and the others who seek to take over Vegas."</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The story comes spilling out of Carl. A few Hell Hounds flush with money came to New Orleans. They spun a tale about Vegas being an open town with no entrenched factions. They told stories about how a strong group of Weres could carve out their territory, free from the Hierarchy in New Orleans. The older and wiser Alphas cautioned the Weres against the move, but the younger Weres felt this was merely a ploy to keep them under the thumb of the Alphas in New Orleans. Carl and a group of Weres from New Orleans joined the Hell Hounds and traveled across the country to Vegas. Carl isn't sure of the details, but he has heard rumors of a group of Vampires also coming from New Orleans.&nbsp; <br><br>Carl ended with <strong>"How may I serve you, Alpha?"</strong><br><br>These revelations left Blaine with a series of decisions. Would she take Carl into her pack? Did she have a pack or merely a collection of wolves? Would Blaine fight to defend her neighborhood? Mundane gangbangers was one thing, but a pack of Weres? Carl's revelations and the scene at the fight club also suggested that there were threats beyond the Hell Hounds.<br><br>As Blaine sat there debating her future, Frank's cell phone vibrated; it was one of the few people that rated a vibration. The message was short and terrifying. "911. Door broken. Hiding in attic." Despite his retirement and divorce, Frank had helped Melissa buy and move into a house of her own. Ever paranoid, Frank built a panic room in the attic with a hidden entrance in the back of a closet.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><div align="center">Sometimes it takes a Brick (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345659.0) <br>We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>02-10-2022, 03:58:49</strong>
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				(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><br>"He'll need clothes," Taryn declared. "Humans tend to become... distraught all too easily when faced with a lack of them. But that besides, those Hell Hounds clearly spun a tall tale. There are factions plenty here, and many stronger than a simple pack of wolves. And none which would be happy to have anyone's territory carved out from their own. Self included. Either those Hell Hounds have something very strong, indeed, waiting in the wings, or there's much more to this tale. Perhaps their true goal here is sowing chaos, though I can;t imagine why. In any case, there's clearly something else there. Something bigger." She sighed. "And there's something bigger for me, too. There will be someone at my club tomorrow that I must meet, regarding a deal I have in the works. I can ill afford to ignore them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>03-10-2022, 09:45:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>Frank shook his head as the naked Carl submitted to Blaine. It was a pitiful display to see him like that. He could never trust someone who would change sides so quickly. The wolf was clearly someone selfish, and only interested in saving his own skin.<br><br><strong>"Fuck..."</strong> he muttered under his breath as he read the text message. A million thoughts raced through his head. Would he be able to make it over to Melissa's in time to rescue her? Could he ask Blaine and Taryn to come along? Would they be enough? Who would even be behind the attack on her? Hell Hounds? <br><br>He still had debts he could call in. Would Melissa have a better chance at making it out unharmed if he could contact Samantha or Elias before he could get there? What sort of man would he be if he sent someone else to rescue her, while he stood around out here?<br><br>He texted her back, <em>Stay quiet and hidden. Remember what we've practiced. Help will be there soon.</em><br><br><strong>"There's trouble ."</strong> He whispered quietly in Blaine's ear. <strong>"There's some place I need to be. It's important."</strong> His voice was as grim and serious as ever. He didn't want to drag them into his problems, but from his tone, it's obvious that something is very wrong. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ihinka</strong> on <strong>03-10-2022, 17:43:52</strong>
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				<hr><strong>OOC:</strong> <br><em>Location:</em> Fight Club<br><em>People:</em> Blaine, Frank, Taryn, the pups, Carl, Kazumi<hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/25/b0/7d/25b07da444be0f22cedcd5a94112bc0f.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/9add7160aec1c735e5a42aec048143df/tumblr_od2hn0OsGW1qen5kxo1_1280.gif)</div>The rush of the fight with Carl had seamlessly morphed into a rush to escape. As it had quickly become obvious certain factions had not expected Carl to lose. Or rather, Blaine to win. As a result they were gunning to correct that mistake post haste. And Blaine wasn't really sure how exactly they'd managed to fit themselves into Frank's truck. As it stood, Blaine, Kazumi and Carl's wolf were juggling for space in the back seat of Frank's truck. The ride was frantic enough with the group actively trying to avoid being followed. But it was made even more uncomfortable for Blaine because of Carl's general presence. Blaine had forced him to submit in the ring and his wolf could hardly help it's submissive demeanor.<br><br>So it was a breath of fresh air when Frank had pulled the truck at a gas stop. Out and about Blaine had finally managed to convince Carl back into skin. And the man had promptly spilled his guts. Soon after, the pups arrived in a separate vehicle. A well cared for, midnight blue, Vauxhall Insignia. It was the car Blaine had arrived back to the US with from Ireland. However, since she'd scarcely used it since getting her bike, she'd given it to the pups to use once they'd entered the picture and earned enough trust from her to do so.<br><br>Blaine sighed deeply. <strong>"Find him some clothes, would you."</strong> She turned to the pups, actively trying to not look at naked Carl. For one, she couldn't help but feel somewhat bad for the guy. Yeah, he'd been an idiot and brought this on himself. But still, being put to heal in such a public way, especially for wolves, could really mess you up. And for another, naked men, however buff they were, were just not her thing. Another sigh dislodged itself from Blaine's lips. <strong>"What am I going to do with you Carl?!"</strong> She rubbed the bridge of her nose. <strong>"If I send you back to Loup Garou to deal with you, he's liable to castrate you if you put into action all those disgusting threats you threw at me in the ring. But I defeated you... So I can see how you would feel compelled to serve under me..."</strong> Blaine's face scrunched up at the words in some mild form of disgust or displeasure. <strong>"But I don't trust you, Carl! Furthermore, I don't particularly like you. If you truly want to call yourself as one of my own, you'd need a serious attitude adjustment! Before I even begin to consider accepting you as one of my own."</strong> Blaine accepted the bundle of clothes one of the pups handed to her. She offered them to Carl. <strong>"And you'd need to work your way back from the bottom."</strong> The female alpha stood tall, with Kazumi on her right, the pups on his right. The pecking order in their small little pack clear as day. <strong>"Do you get what I'm saying, Carl?"</strong> Blaine asked pointedly, looking from Carl, to the emptiness on the right of the pups. <strong>"This is not just a pack you can join and leave as you please, Carl! For us..."</strong> Blaine's blue eyes slid with warmth and affection over Kazumi, and then each of the pups. <strong>"For us this is family! And I'll ship you over to Loup Garou to be neutered before I ever allow you to bring harm to my family! These are my terms, Carl!"</strong><br><br>Done talking with Carl for now, Blaine left Kazumi and the pups to deal with him for the time being. Meanwhile, she turned to Taryn. <strong>"It's an old tactic. Destabilize a community, before conquering it. Divide and conquer. It worked wonders for the Romans. If each of us is busy handling our own problems, none of us are looking at the bigger picture. I'll bet you</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Priscilla</div><div class="spoiler_body">This was a spur of the moment idea, but now I like it and so Blaine's bike needs to be so named XD</div></div> <strong>that soon enough we are gonna have vamps start popping up at us as well."</strong> Blaine glanced back at Carl, being chastised about something by the pups. Who were, apparently, all too happy with being placed higher on the hierarchy than him. While Kazumi remained quiet as was usual for him. But it was clear his keen eyes would be glued to Carl from now on. <strong>"And I think it's safe to assume we won't be always as lucky as having to deal with young and dumb like him over there."</strong> Blaine jabbed her thumb at Carl, without even looking in his direction. <strong>"I think it's pretty clear by now we've waded into a stinkier pile of poo that we initially thought. And your club being tagged was just a message. Me, making the particular individuals that did it see the error of their way, would be pretty pointless. And possibly bring more danger to you and your establishment. How about I send Kazumi and Carl here, under his supervision, to bolster your security. Until Tommy recuperates, and maybe after that as well. Until we get a handle on how to deal with this whole Hell Hounds/Bratva situation?"</strong><br><br>Taryn had just finished saying her peace in response to Blaine, when Frank's muffled curse drew the ex-Coastie's attention.<br><br><strong>"There's trouble."</strong> Frank was a tough bastard. So when he muttered those words into Blaine's ear with urgency, her hackles rose in an instant. Her wolf riding close to her skin as the tell-tail silver line of pelt bisected he abdomen and her eyes flashed were blue for a moment. Kazumi and the pups reacted to this immediately, eyes staring intently at her. She just shook her head to wave them off for the moment. <strong>"There's some place I need to be. It's important."</strong> There was a hidden message behind Frank's words that Blaine was not privy to. But the sentiment was much more transparent, even if not fully clear. <strong>"I know in different circumstances we might have been on opposite sides. But me and you, Frank, we've been through enough shit to know life is not all black and white. I'd like to think of you as a friend. And what's important to my friends is important to me. Just tell me what you need!"</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Wolf</span></strong></em><hr><strong>Stats:</strong> Blood 2 // Heart -1 // Mind 0 // Spirit 1<br><strong>Circles:</strong> Mortalis 0 [ ][ ][ ] // Night 2 <ul class="bbc_list"><li type="square">[ ][ ] // Power -1 [ ][ ][ ] // Wild 1 [ ][ ][ ]</li></ul><strong>Playbook Moves:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Comes With the Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you are actively patrolling your territory when time passes—or at the start of the game—roll with <strong>Blood</strong>. On a 10+, your territory is secure and trouble is at a minimum; take +1 ongoing when you <strong><em>Hit The Streets</em></strong> in your territory. On a 7-9, one of your troubles surfaces (your choice), along with an opportunity to address it. On a miss, or if you aren’t attending to your territory, things go south and your troubles are fast and furious.</div></div>, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alpha Dog</div><div class="spoiler_body">When <strong><em>you persuade an NPC in your territory with threats or promises</em></strong>, roll with <strong>Blood</strong> instead of <strong>Heart</strong>.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancement:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Available at the beginning of play</strong></td><td><strong>After five advances, you may select</strong></td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] Night Status 2</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] advance four basic moves</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] join or lead a Wolf Pack</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a move from another archetype</td><td>[ ] retire your character to safety</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] change your Circle</td><td>[ ] change to a new archetype</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>[ ] Mortalis // [ ] Night // [ ] Power // [ ] Wild<br><br><strong>Harm:</strong><br>[ ] Faint // [ ][ ] Serious // [ ][ ] Critical<br><br><strong>Scars:</strong><br>[ ] Shattered // [ ] Crushed // [ ] Fractured // [ ] Broken<br><br><strong>Corruption:</strong> {x}{ }{ }{ }{ }<br><em>Trigger:</em> When you destroy a threat to your territory instead of driving it out, mark corruption.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancements</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move from another archetype or your own<br>[ ] retire your character; they may return as a Threat<br></div></div>, <em>Moves</em><br><br><strong>Let It Out:</strong> heal 2-harm instantaneously, starting with critical harm; transform from one form into the other without seeing the moon; perform a ferocious feat of lupine strength and speed; enhance your lupine senses to supernatural levels<br><br><strong>End Move:</strong><br>When you die or retire your character, anyone in the scene you wish to protect escapes and reaches safety, no matter the odds.<br><br><strong>Intimacy:</strong><br>When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you create a primal bond with them until the end of the next session; you always know where to find them and when they’re in trouble.<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Blaine's Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">You’ve claimed an area of the city as your own. By default, your territory covers a city block or two and has the trouble: +crime.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">People in your territory work hard to keep the streets safe (remove +crime)</li><li type="disc">You are widely accepted as this place’s protector (add blessing: +supported)</li><li type="disc">A status-3 NPC wants your territory and is working to get it (add trouble: +encroachment)</li><li type="disc">You have offered protection within your territory to someone, and now their problems are yours (add trouble: +fealty)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Transformation</div><div class="spoiler_body">By default, you can change into your wolf form - at will - in the sight of the moon: you gain natural weaponry (2-harm), 1-armor, and all of the qualities and weaknesses you choose below.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">You are versatile: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>letting it out</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are cunning: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>keeping your cool</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are steadfast: you fight like a small group against groups</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you lose control while transformed</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you transform when you are stressed or angry</li><li type="disc">The transformation draws the attention of supernatural creatures</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">A duffel bag with your personal belongings, a shitty cell phone.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">9mm Beretta (2-harm close loud)</li><li type="disc">Butterfly knife (2-harm hand concealable)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intro Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">When did you first experience the change?<br><em>I think this one is answered pretty well in the background.</em><br><br>How long have you been in the city?<br><em>One year, tops. Blaine is a recent transplant. But she's been here long enough to establish her territory.</em><br><br>What is the best part of your other form?<br><em>Her eyes are her best feature in both her forms.</em><br><br>Who is the most important person in your territory?<br><em>Blaine is a bit of a recluse. Especially after losing her mate and her only surviving relative, her aunt. So you could say she is a bit gun-shy when it comes to forming new, deeper attachments.</em><br><br>What do you desperately need?<br><em>Blaine is intent on finding out the circumstances of her turning and the slaughter of her family. She is not fanatical about it. But she will go to great lengths to discover the truth behind it.</em></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPC_Object_Location Submissions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPC Submission - Kazumi - Blaine's right hand man and second in command</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/72/a3/d672a3adfcc05419764a9f6886fa27c4.jpg)</div><strong>"I know it ain't pretty. And believe me, it breaks my heart too to see 'im like that. But the lad's completely feral. It was this or puttin' 'im down!"</strong> The scruffy looking man explained as he led Blaine into the room with a single large cage. The moment Blaine entered the room a furry body flung itself against the bars of the cage. Ferocious, savage growls accompanied the wild, mindless thrashing.<br><br><strong>"Coyote?"</strong> Blaine asked, her eyes never leaving the thrashing form. Her voice, soft and gentle.<br><br><strong>"Among other things."</strong> The scruffy guy answered. <strong>"He's been experimented on something fierce. I ain't ashamed to say it makes my stomach turn, just thinkin' 'bout what the poor lad's been through. Brutalized ain't a strong enough word."</strong><br><br>Blaine could feel Mr. Scruffy's anger flair. The response from within the cage was immediate. The thrashing intensified. As did the growling and gnashing of teeth.<br><br>Blaine stepped in front of Mr. Scruffy. <strong>"Control yourself or step out, Liam!"</strong> The were Alpha commended quietly. She didn't want to extinguish Liam's anger with her powers. Though she could, effectively, if she put him to heal. But why would she?! His anger was justified. It was only that the boy was tortured beyond reason and only knew to answer to anger with aggression. That would change. With time. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.<br><br><strong>"I need to know what's been done to him."</strong><br><br>Liam wordlessly handed Blaine a flash drive. <strong>"You think you can 'elp 'im?"</strong> He finally asked.<br><br><strong>"That would depend."</strong> Blaine answered ambiguously.<br><br><strong>"On?"</strong> Liam rejoined with another question.<br><br><strong>"Time."</strong> Blaine's eyes had never strayed from the thrashing coyote. <strong>"And him."</strong><br><br><br>***<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/76/cd/3776cd6692840e4bd733370dedc556c4.jpg)</div>Blaine's eyes fell on Kazumi. He possessed that androgynous beauty only Asians somehow could effortlessly pull off. To look at him now, one would hardly believe the state he'd been in when he first came to Blaine. Savage and feral. Deadly. Made so by the most brutal of experiments. Forcefully turned and continually experimented on with the intent of creating some sort of ultimate were gene. It had taken Kazumi months just to shift out of his coyote form in the presence of Blaine. They'd worked on building trust for the longest of time, before moving on to learning, or rather, relearning simple human behavior. Maybe it had been Blaine's unique were alpha powers. Or her patience. Or how much she cared. Or Kazumi's will to overcome what he'd been made to endure. Or a combination of all of the above. But with time the brutalized young man had flourished into a gentle and artistic soul. And his loyalty to Blaine knew no bounds. Their bond, unshakeable.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Object Submission</span></div><br>A chair sits in Blaine's workshop. The once painted over wood stripped fully, but otherwise untouched. It's make, rustic. Almost crude. But functional. It somehow stands on its own in Blaine's otherwise busy workshop. For a piece of furniture it looks benign enough. And yet if one were to stand next to it the last thing they'd get the urge to do is sit in it. And even if, by some sort of miracle, they don't recognize the weird vibes and were to sit in it, they were in for one hell of a ride. Hell being the operative word here. As, unbeknownst to anyone but Blaine and select other few, the chair is cobbled together from different pieces of wood. A number of which, having the unfortunate fate of once belonging to Gruesome Gertie. Louisianna's electric chair.<br><br>Blaine had acquired the dangerous piece of furniture at a flee market. Not knowing what she'd found or how dangerous it was. It had revealed it's nature only after the led paint had been stripped off it. A few months of research later Blaine had learned the chair had been dismantled after being put out of commission and the pieces to be incinerated. But, apparently they'd somehow escaped that fate. And found new life incorporated in other furniture. Blaine was in cooperation with a group of people to track down the pieces of the chair. For unless the furniture that had pieces of Gruesome Gertie within it was led coated, it inflicted psychological trauma of immense proportions to its user.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Location Submission - The Sunset Moors - Blaine's Territory</span></div><br>Despite the tragic events in her early childhood, Blaine had always known the safety of home. Firstly, provided by her aunt, who'd raised her after the death of her parents and her younger sister. And secondly, among Loup Garoup's pack. So Blaine had grown up to appreciate the safety of one's place of rest. If she had to live someplace for prolonged periods of time, she would always try to find a place to call home that was safe. But not only that. It also needed to be a place of culture. She could accept nothing less after having grown up in New Orleans and traveled the world over.<br><br>Once she'd decided to settle in Vegas to continue her investigation on the tragedy that befell her family, she found a realtor to find her a place to live. Someone who would not throw glitter in her eyes, but give it to her straight. After she'd found one such person, it was a matter of waiting them out, until they found her the perfect place. But it had turned out, finding what she wanted was not easy. Finding a calm, homely, wholesome, artsy neighborhood in a city that prided itself on it's nightlife and casinos, had turned out to be quite the difficult task for her realtor.<br><br>But Blaine had asked her to give it to her straight and so one day her real estate agent had called her into the office for a talk.<br><br><strong>"Look, Blaine, what you want is something you won't be able to just find lying around in Vegas. I can find you a place that best fits your criteria, but if you want it just the way you say, you're gonna have to work for it! This city doesn't just give you things for free! Now, I have a place that is up to your specifications. Or rather... It was! What I have in mind is close to Sunset Park. It used to be a good neighborhood. Just like you asked. Calm, homely, wholesome, with a good community and some fine local art circles. Until... Some gang took over the parks as their turf. The police tried to regain control back, but... Well, let's just say there were no ghost-busters to call.<br><br>People are spooked. No one dares set foot in the park. They are all too stubborn to leave their homes. But the neighborhood is suffering. The park gang is driving business away. The local art scene isn't fearing any better. It's like a a town in siege... from the inside.<br><br>You seem to be... well... interested in... ahem... peculiar things. I figured if you wanted a place that is safe, with a nice community. Homely. Artsy... And all that stuff you could just... Well, do something about that park gang and have your perfect place to lay your head."</strong><br><br>And Blaine had decided, if nothing else, it was worth taking a look. And so she'd visited the neighborhood. The atmosphere was truly oppressive. People were obviously stressed. But also determined to not give in or give up. They had been naturally suspicious of her asking around the way she had. But not outright hostile or unwelcoming. Some of the more elderly had even gone to such lengths as invite her into their homes and tell her tales of how the neighborhood had once been. Vibrant and lively. Not bustling like the rest of Vegas, but enjoying life at its own pace. With lots of local businesses and culture spots. An art gallery that catered to all sorts of local artists. A local waterhole with the best microbrews and craft beer. A neighborhood that truly had been an oasis of calm among the churning sea that was Las Vegas.<br><br>Naturally, hearing all this, Blaine's next step had been decided. Her stroll to the park had been accompanied by whispers and murmurs from the younger crowd. And one elder or two had even tried to stop her from going into the park lest she be hurt. But Blaine had decided that this was the place she wanted to lay her head. These were the people she wanted to call neighbors. And this gang needed to find a new place to call their turf, because Blaine was claiming this as her territory.<br><br>The gang had turned out to be a pack of werecoyote. Almost all barely out of teendome. Brash and drunk on their independence from any alpha influence. Blaine had taken no pleasure in putting them to heal and chasing them off with their collective tails between their legs.<br><br>With the gang gone and order reestablished within the neighborhood, the residents quickly came together to get the place back up from the dumps. Campaigns were raised to demonstrate the neighborhood was no longer unsafe for business ventures. Cultural and art tourism quickly began to trickle back in. And beer aficionados eagerly returned to the Cauldron for their craft beer and microbrew fix. Life was returning back to the neighborhood. And even though Blaine tried to become lost among its denizens, people couldn't forget the Sunset Park hero. As they came to dub her. But even more embarrassingly, the neighborhood came to be known to the locals as the Sunset Moors.</div></div><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>04-10-2022, 00:20:36</strong>
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				(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><br>"Oh, vampires," Taryn said dismissively. "Vampires are fine enough. Some of my favourite regulars are vampires. And I can certainly imagine that they would like as much as any of us the idea of groups more of them coming in, committing all manners of disturbances and being competition. Well, more competition than they already have with the ones here."<br><br>At Blaine's offer, Taryn moved to Kazumi and Carl, looking them up and down, the later with a smirk. She didn't, by far, share the wolf's... hangups about form. Or preferences, perhaps? That whole idea about humans dismissing entire sections of their own species from consideration still puzzled her. And Blaine considered herself to be human, she understood, at least as much as she considered herself to be the wolf. "I think they would certainly help quite a bit, of course, though, as you said, these will be tumultuous times and putting them where they will be needed will put them at some risk. They will need appropriate attire, of course, but I'm certain I can provide easily. Perhaps even if they would hope for some of the more... unique selection my staff has access to?" It was somewhat of an open secret, and certainly known to Blaine, that many of Taryn's staff made use of selections from Ryan Swift's collection.<br><br>"I agree. I'll send someone to pick up my car later, of course," Taryn told Frank. "You do what you must. And, of course, you know where to contact me should the need arise. Or maybe only to chat? We don't chat nearly as often as we should. Always busy, I'm afraid. Isn't that how things are? And, of course, since my own transportation, you will need to take me as well. You do know the way to the Tar Pit, I hope? It's quite popular amongst people your age. Or, at least, that is the hope."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>04-10-2022, 02:45:18</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873)<br><strong>OOC: </strong>Taking part in a moment of intimacy with Blaine. Is Blaine accepting his wisdom, or rejecting it?<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div><strong>"It's my wife - ex wife. She's in danger at her place. She's barricaded up for now, but I don't know how long that will last.</strong>" <br><br>He moved to the back of the truck. The weapon they received from John was still there, but what he wanted was the pump-action he stored back there. He took it out, methodically inspecting the weapon and making sure it's loaded. He also made sure to shove some extra shells in his pockets. As he did that, he continued to speak to Blaine. <br><br><strong>"Years ago, when the Marauders were first getting started, some smug vampire bastard thought that we should work for him. He thought that if he killed some of our prospects, that would convince us to get in line. I still remember stumbling onto their bodies myself. That was the first time I ever saw what a vampire could do to a person. The first time I ever saw what a man looks like after his blood is torn out of him. I learned a valuable lesson that day: There's people out there with more strength than you can even imagine. The only way to survive is to show that you're willing to do whatever it takes to protect your own. To dig into that well of power inside, and use it to do the unspeakable."</strong><br><br>He moved around the side of the truck and tossed the shotgun in the backseat so that it can be recovered easier. He turned back to Blaine, a friendly arm on her shoulder. <strong>"This is my family, my pack. And I know I shouldn't be asking you for your help, but I don't have the time to seek out anyone else. If you can help me protect her, I'll do whatever it takes to pay you back."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ihinka</strong> on <strong>04-10-2022, 07:54:44</strong>
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				<hr><strong>OOC:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Plot Devises</div><div class="spoiler_body">I don't believe Blaine has any as I understand them.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Effects</div><div class="spoiler_body">Intimacy with Frank - we share a primal bond until the end of the next session; Blaine always knows where to find him and when he's in trouble.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><em>Location:</em> Fight Club<br><em>People:</em> Blaine, Frank, Taryn, the pups, Carl, Kazumi<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://media.giphy.com/media/SPSJuKZtKMQlq/giphy.gif)</div>Blaine's features darkened upon hearing about Frank's wife being in danger. But then the man moved on to tell a story from his past that hit surprisingly close to home. Blaine listened, her features going darker and darker with each word. Her eyes misting in sympathy and empathy. Memories swirled in her. Fragmented and long suppressed. Memories of being beset upon by a monster. Vicious snarls and horrid growls. The gnashing of teeth and the rending of flesh. And the screams. Her mother's. Her sister's. And finally her father's. As he lay, tightly curled over her tiny child's body in a desperate gambit of protecting his little girl from the horror that was eating the flesh off his bones. His valiant efforts had been only partially successful. While Blaine had survived, the beast had managed to cut her open in its frenzy and his blood had mixed with hers, before she was ultimately rescued by a group of Hunters.<br><br>So, yeah, Blaine knew all too well what Frank was talking about. She reciprocated his gesture and placed an arm on his shoulder as well.<br><br><strong>"I hear you, Frank. And all too well at that!"</strong> A single tear tracked down her cheek. Blaine gripped the material of his shirt with her hand. <strong>"Losing my parents and sister... My aunt... My p..."</strong> Blaine's voice broke and her jaw clenched. Almost as if unwilling to utter the words that marked her as a widow. <strong>"My partner."</strong> She squeezed out in a broken whisper. <strong>"I wouldn't wish this on anyone. Especially you."</strong> She made no move to wipe her tears, which made her eyes shimmer hauntingly. <strong>"Family, true family... bloodborn or bondborn... is the most important thing!"</strong> Her eyes glanced at the pups, who stood at the side, looking both a little bit uncomfortable with this adult display of emotion. As any teenager would. And at the same time somber and subdued in response to Blaine's state of mind. <strong>"We protect family, Frank!"</strong> Her blue eyes trained back on him, burning with determination. <strong>"The bike... that's your work. Your craft. But this... There are no debts between us for this! Let's go!"</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Wolf</span></strong></em><hr><strong>Stats:</strong> Blood 2 // Heart -1 // Mind 0 // Spirit 1<br><strong>Circles:</strong> Mortalis 0 [ ][ ][ ] // Night 2 <ul class="bbc_list"><li type="square">[ ][ ] // Power -1 [ ][ ][ ] // Wild 1 [ ][ ][ ]</li></ul><strong>Playbook Moves:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Comes With the Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you are actively patrolling your territory when time passes—or at the start of the game—roll with <strong>Blood</strong>. On a 10+, your territory is secure and trouble is at a minimum; take +1 ongoing when you <strong><em>Hit The Streets</em></strong> in your territory. On a 7-9, one of your troubles surfaces (your choice), along with an opportunity to address it. On a miss, or if you aren’t attending to your territory, things go south and your troubles are fast and furious.</div></div>, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alpha Dog</div><div class="spoiler_body">When <strong><em>you persuade an NPC in your territory with threats or promises</em></strong>, roll with <strong>Blood</strong> instead of <strong>Heart</strong>.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancement:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Available at the beginning of play</strong></td><td><strong>After five advances, you may select</strong></td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] Night Status 2</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] advance four basic moves</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] join or lead a Wolf Pack</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a move from another archetype</td><td>[ ] retire your character to safety</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] change your Circle</td><td>[ ] change to a new archetype</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>[ ] Mortalis // [ ] Night // [ ] Power // [ ] Wild<br><br><strong>Harm:</strong><br>[ ] Faint // [ ][ ] Serious // [ ][ ] Critical<br><br><strong>Scars:</strong><br>[ ] Shattered // [ ] Crushed // [ ] Fractured // [ ] Broken<br><br><strong>Corruption:</strong> {x}{ }{ }{ }{ }<br><em>Trigger:</em> When you destroy a threat to your territory instead of driving it out, mark corruption.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancements</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move from another archetype or your own<br>[ ] retire your character; they may return as a Threat<br></div></div>, <em>Moves</em><br><br><strong>Let It Out:</strong> heal 2-harm instantaneously, starting with critical harm; transform from one form into the other without seeing the moon; perform a ferocious feat of lupine strength and speed; enhance your lupine senses to supernatural levels<br><br><strong>End Move:</strong><br>When you die or retire your character, anyone in the scene you wish to protect escapes and reaches safety, no matter the odds.<br><br><strong>Intimacy:</strong><br>When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you create a primal bond with them until the end of the next session; you always know where to find them and when they’re in trouble.<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Blaine's Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">You’ve claimed an area of the city as your own. By default, your territory covers a city block or two and has the trouble: +crime.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">People in your territory work hard to keep the streets safe (remove +crime)</li><li type="disc">You are widely accepted as this place’s protector (add blessing: +supported)</li><li type="disc">A status-3 NPC wants your territory and is working to get it (add trouble: +encroachment)</li><li type="disc">You have offered protection within your territory to someone, and now their problems are yours (add trouble: +fealty)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Transformation</div><div class="spoiler_body">By default, you can change into your wolf form - at will - in the sight of the moon: you gain natural weaponry (2-harm), 1-armor, and all of the qualities and weaknesses you choose below.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">You are versatile: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>letting it out</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are cunning: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>keeping your cool</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are steadfast: you fight like a small group against groups</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you lose control while transformed</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you transform when you are stressed or angry</li><li type="disc">The transformation draws the attention of supernatural creatures</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">A duffel bag with your personal belongings, a shitty cell phone.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">9mm Beretta (2-harm close loud)</li><li type="disc">Butterfly knife (2-harm hand concealable)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intro Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">When did you first experience the change?<br><em>I think this one is answered pretty well in the background.</em><br><br>How long have you been in the city?<br><em>One year, tops. Blaine is a recent transplant. But she's been here long enough to establish her territory.</em><br><br>What is the best part of your other form?<br><em>Her eyes are her best feature in both her forms.</em><br><br>Who is the most important person in your territory?<br><em>Blaine is a bit of a recluse. Especially after losing her mate and her only surviving relative, her aunt. So you could say she is a bit gun-shy when it comes to forming new, deeper attachments.</em><br><br>What do you desperately need?<br><em>Blaine is intent on finding out the circumstances of her turning and the slaughter of her family. She is not fanatical about it. But she will go to great lengths to discover the truth behind it.</em></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPC_Object_Location Submissions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPC Submission - Kazumi - Blaine's right hand man and second in command</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/72/a3/d672a3adfcc05419764a9f6886fa27c4.jpg)</div><strong>"I know it ain't pretty. And believe me, it breaks my heart too to see 'im like that. But the lad's completely feral. It was this or puttin' 'im down!"</strong> The scruffy looking man explained as he led Blaine into the room with a single large cage. The moment Blaine entered the room a furry body flung itself against the bars of the cage. Ferocious, savage growls accompanied the wild, mindless thrashing.<br><br><strong>"Coyote?"</strong> Blaine asked, her eyes never leaving the thrashing form. Her voice, soft and gentle.<br><br><strong>"Among other things."</strong> The scruffy guy answered. <strong>"He's been experimented on something fierce. I ain't ashamed to say it makes my stomach turn, just thinkin' 'bout what the poor lad's been through. Brutalized ain't a strong enough word."</strong><br><br>Blaine could feel Mr. Scruffy's anger flair. The response from within the cage was immediate. The thrashing intensified. As did the growling and gnashing of teeth.<br><br>Blaine stepped in front of Mr. Scruffy. <strong>"Control yourself or step out, Liam!"</strong> The were Alpha commended quietly. She didn't want to extinguish Liam's anger with her powers. Though she could, effectively, if she put him to heal. But why would she?! His anger was justified. It was only that the boy was tortured beyond reason and only knew to answer to anger with aggression. That would change. With time. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.<br><br><strong>"I need to know what's been done to him."</strong><br><br>Liam wordlessly handed Blaine a flash drive. <strong>"You think you can 'elp 'im?"</strong> He finally asked.<br><br><strong>"That would depend."</strong> Blaine answered ambiguously.<br><br><strong>"On?"</strong> Liam rejoined with another question.<br><br><strong>"Time."</strong> Blaine's eyes had never strayed from the thrashing coyote. <strong>"And him."</strong><br><br><br>***<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/76/cd/3776cd6692840e4bd733370dedc556c4.jpg)</div>Blaine's eyes fell on Kazumi. He possessed that androgynous beauty only Asians somehow could effortlessly pull off. To look at him now, one would hardly believe the state he'd been in when he first came to Blaine. Savage and feral. Deadly. Made so by the most brutal of experiments. Forcefully turned and continually experimented on with the intent of creating some sort of ultimate were gene. It had taken Kazumi months just to shift out of his coyote form in the presence of Blaine. They'd worked on building trust for the longest of time, before moving on to learning, or rather, relearning simple human behavior. Maybe it had been Blaine's unique were alpha powers. Or her patience. Or how much she cared. Or Kazumi's will to overcome what he'd been made to endure. Or a combination of all of the above. But with time the brutalized young man had flourished into a gentle and artistic soul. And his loyalty to Blaine knew no bounds. Their bond, unshakeable.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Object Submission</span></div><br>A chair sits in Blaine's workshop. The once painted over wood stripped fully, but otherwise untouched. It's make, rustic. Almost crude. But functional. It somehow stands on its own in Blaine's otherwise busy workshop. For a piece of furniture it looks benign enough. And yet if one were to stand next to it the last thing they'd get the urge to do is sit in it. And even if, by some sort of miracle, they don't recognize the weird vibes and were to sit in it, they were in for one hell of a ride. Hell being the operative word here. As, unbeknownst to anyone but Blaine and select other few, the chair is cobbled together from different pieces of wood. A number of which, having the unfortunate fate of once belonging to Gruesome Gertie. Louisianna's electric chair.<br><br>Blaine had acquired the dangerous piece of furniture at a flee market. Not knowing what she'd found or how dangerous it was. It had revealed it's nature only after the led paint had been stripped off it. A few months of research later Blaine had learned the chair had been dismantled after being put out of commission and the pieces to be incinerated. But, apparently they'd somehow escaped that fate. And found new life incorporated in other furniture. Blaine was in cooperation with a group of people to track down the pieces of the chair. For unless the furniture that had pieces of Gruesome Gertie within it was led coated, it inflicted psychological trauma of immense proportions to its user.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Location Submission - The Sunset Moors - Blaine's Territory</span></div><br>Despite the tragic events in her early childhood, Blaine had always known the safety of home. Firstly, provided by her aunt, who'd raised her after the death of her parents and her younger sister. And secondly, among Loup Garoup's pack. So Blaine had grown up to appreciate the safety of one's place of rest. If she had to live someplace for prolonged periods of time, she would always try to find a place to call home that was safe. But not only that. It also needed to be a place of culture. She could accept nothing less after having grown up in New Orleans and traveled the world over.<br><br>Once she'd decided to settle in Vegas to continue her investigation on the tragedy that befell her family, she found a realtor to find her a place to live. Someone who would not throw glitter in her eyes, but give it to her straight. After she'd found one such person, it was a matter of waiting them out, until they found her the perfect place. But it had turned out, finding what she wanted was not easy. Finding a calm, homely, wholesome, artsy neighborhood in a city that prided itself on it's nightlife and casinos, had turned out to be quite the difficult task for her realtor.<br><br>But Blaine had asked her to give it to her straight and so one day her real estate agent had called her into the office for a talk.<br><br><strong>"Look, Blaine, what you want is something you won't be able to just find lying around in Vegas. I can find you a place that best fits your criteria, but if you want it just the way you say, you're gonna have to work for it! This city doesn't just give you things for free! Now, I have a place that is up to your specifications. Or rather... It was! What I have in mind is close to Sunset Park. It used to be a good neighborhood. Just like you asked. Calm, homely, wholesome, with a good community and some fine local art circles. Until... Some gang took over the parks as their turf. The police tried to regain control back, but... Well, let's just say there were no ghost-busters to call.<br><br>People are spooked. No one dares set foot in the park. They are all too stubborn to leave their homes. But the neighborhood is suffering. The park gang is driving business away. The local art scene isn't fearing any better. It's like a a town in siege... from the inside.<br><br>You seem to be... well... interested in... ahem... peculiar things. I figured if you wanted a place that is safe, with a nice community. Homely. Artsy... And all that stuff you could just... Well, do something about that park gang and have your perfect place to lay your head."</strong><br><br>And Blaine had decided, if nothing else, it was worth taking a look. And so she'd visited the neighborhood. The atmosphere was truly oppressive. People were obviously stressed. But also determined to not give in or give up. They had been naturally suspicious of her asking around the way she had. But not outright hostile or unwelcoming. Some of the more elderly had even gone to such lengths as invite her into their homes and tell her tales of how the neighborhood had once been. Vibrant and lively. Not bustling like the rest of Vegas, but enjoying life at its own pace. With lots of local businesses and culture spots. An art gallery that catered to all sorts of local artists. A local waterhole with the best microbrews and craft beer. A neighborhood that truly had been an oasis of calm among the churning sea that was Las Vegas.<br><br>Naturally, hearing all this, Blaine's next step had been decided. Her stroll to the park had been accompanied by whispers and murmurs from the younger crowd. And one elder or two had even tried to stop her from going into the park lest she be hurt. But Blaine had decided that this was the place she wanted to lay her head. These were the people she wanted to call neighbors. And this gang needed to find a new place to call their turf, because Blaine was claiming this as her territory.<br><br>The gang had turned out to be a pack of werecoyote. Almost all barely out of teendome. Brash and drunk on their independence from any alpha influence. Blaine had taken no pleasure in putting them to heal and chasing them off with their collective tails between their legs.<br><br>With the gang gone and order reestablished within the neighborhood, the residents quickly came together to get the place back up from the dumps. Campaigns were raised to demonstrate the neighborhood was no longer unsafe for business ventures. Cultural and art tourism quickly began to trickle back in. And beer aficionados eagerly returned to the Cauldron for their craft beer and microbrew fix. Life was returning back to the neighborhood. And even though Blaine tried to become lost among its denizens, people couldn't forget the Sunset Park hero. As they came to dub her. But even more embarrassingly, the neighborhood came to be known to the locals as the Sunset Moors.</div></div><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>07-10-2022, 21:04:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d5/a6/dc/d5a6dcf9675efc342695fe4c42922ee4.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong> Frank's Truck on the way to Melissa's house and just outside <br><strong>Player Characters:</strong> Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873), Blaine Moore (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258429#msg16258429)<br><strong>GM Notes:</strong><br>1. This post is designed to ramp up stress and action. Frank may want to mentally examine how he tried to protect Melissa and the kids. Blaine could interact with the pups.<br>2. Bewitched (Frank) needs to roll Escape a Situation (which includes hiding in Panic Room) for Melissa and the Kids. A good description of Frank's preparations for the house would give a +1 to the roll. We'll say that Melissa (like Frank) has -1 for Blood.<br>3. Either PC can Put a Name to a Face for the Detective, or Frank can use Old Friends, Old Favors <br><hr>Frank floored the truck. The text was bad enough. The lack of follow-up texts was even more ominous. In the back, there was excited chatter from the four pups. They'd trained a bit with Blaine and Kazumi, but this was the first time for real action. Their bravado was partially to psych themselves up and cover their fear. <br><br>As Frank pulled into the street leading to Melissa's house, he saw the blue and white flashing lights of a couple of patrol cars and the Yellow of some Crime Scene tape. For better or worse, the situation was resolved. The question was - better or worse.<br><br>As Frank sat there, a woman approached the truck and rapped on the window. Blonde Hair up in a bun and the pants suit already said cop, even before Frank saw the accessories on her belt, a holster, and a badge.<br><br><hr><div align="center">Deal with a Demon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345659.0) <br>Sometimes it takes a Brick (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345659.0) <br>We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br>&nbsp;</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ihinka</strong> on <strong>09-10-2022, 11:58:54</strong>
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				<hr><strong>OOC:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Plot Devises</div><div class="spoiler_body">I don't believe Blaine has any as I understand them.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Effects</div><div class="spoiler_body">Intimacy with Frank - we share a primal bond until the end of the next session; Blaine always knows where to find him and when he's in trouble.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><em>Location:</em> Outside Melissa's house<br><em>People:</em> Blaine, Frank, the pups<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://media.giphy.com/media/SPSJuKZtKMQlq/giphy.gif)</div>Blaine could feel the chill in the air through her sportswear. With their wild escape, there had been no time for her to change back into her civvies. At least she'd managed to put on her shoes. The cold still interacted weirdly with her powers. And feeling the lick of the frosty breeze over her burning skin was bringing all sorts of memories back. The tension and worry coming off of Frank was palpable and she tried not to let it affect her. The pups were still young and prone to respond more immediately to cues from her. Blaine turned in her seat to look at them. They were piled on the back seat of Frank's truck. Anxiety and anticipation clearly written all over their faces. Teen bravado was one thing, but this was going to be a first for them. A true emergency. A situation with variables and unknowns. Dry training was one thing, but nothing could really prepare you for getting your feet wet.<br><br><strong>"Remember, just because we are animals within, doesn't mean we have to be savages without! You carry noble spirits inside you. Let them guide you."</strong> Teen heads bobbed up and down with their nods and Blaine turned back just in time to see the flashing lights of police cars and crime scene tape.<br><br><em>Not good!</em> She thought and turned to Frank to ask what now, when a blonde woman tapped on his window. Again Blaine turned to the pups. <strong>"Go out and see what you can find out, without interfering with the police! Sniff around. Interact with the onlookers. See if you can spot someone out of place. That sort of stuff. Come straight back to me at the sign of any danger!"</strong> Blaine made a motion with her head to indicate the pups should get out and get to it. As they filed out of the backseat, she also exited the truck. Her eyes falling on the blonde over the top of the truck. Blaine wanted to ask questions. What was going on? Was Frank's family okay? But it was not her place. So she just stood there by the truck, her keen eyes taking in the scene. Blaine's head tilted to one side as her nose tried to catch the wind in just the right way. Did she smell blood or no? Fear? Anything and everything as she waited on Frank's lead. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Wolf</span></strong></em><hr><strong>Stats:</strong> Blood 2 // Heart -1 // Mind 0 // Spirit 1<br><strong>Circles:</strong> Mortalis 0 [ ][ ][ ] // Night 2 <ul class="bbc_list"><li type="square">[ ][ ] // Power -1 [ ][ ][ ] // Wild 1 [ ][ ][ ]</li></ul><strong>Playbook Moves:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Comes With the Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you are actively patrolling your territory when time passes—or at the start of the game—roll with <strong>Blood</strong>. On a 10+, your territory is secure and trouble is at a minimum; take +1 ongoing when you <strong><em>Hit The Streets</em></strong> in your territory. On a 7-9, one of your troubles surfaces (your choice), along with an opportunity to address it. On a miss, or if you aren’t attending to your territory, things go south and your troubles are fast and furious.</div></div>, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alpha Dog</div><div class="spoiler_body">When <strong><em>you persuade an NPC in your territory with threats or promises</em></strong>, roll with <strong>Blood</strong> instead of <strong>Heart</strong>.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancement:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Available at the beginning of play</strong></td><td><strong>After five advances, you may select</strong></td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] Night Status 2</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] advance four basic moves</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] join or lead a Wolf Pack</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a move from another archetype</td><td>[ ] retire your character to safety</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] change your Circle</td><td>[ ] change to a new archetype</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>[ ] Mortalis // [ ] Night // [ ] Power // [ ] Wild<br><br><strong>Harm:</strong><br>[ ] Faint // [ ][ ] Serious // [ ][ ] Critical<br><br><strong>Scars:</strong><br>[ ] Shattered // [ ] Crushed // [ ] Fractured // [ ] Broken<br><br><strong>Corruption:</strong> {x}{ }{ }{ }{ }<br><em>Trigger:</em> When you destroy a threat to your territory instead of driving it out, mark corruption.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancements</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move from another archetype or your own<br>[ ] retire your character; they may return as a Threat<br></div></div>, <em>Moves</em><br><br><strong>Let It Out:</strong> heal 2-harm instantaneously, starting with critical harm; transform from one form into the other without seeing the moon; perform a ferocious feat of lupine strength and speed; enhance your lupine senses to supernatural levels<br><br><strong>End Move:</strong><br>When you die or retire your character, anyone in the scene you wish to protect escapes and reaches safety, no matter the odds.<br><br><strong>Intimacy:</strong><br>When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you create a primal bond with them until the end of the next session; you always know where to find them and when they’re in trouble.<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Blaine's Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">You’ve claimed an area of the city as your own. By default, your territory covers a city block or two and has the trouble: +crime.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">People in your territory work hard to keep the streets safe (remove +crime)</li><li type="disc">You are widely accepted as this place’s protector (add blessing: +supported)</li><li type="disc">A status-3 NPC wants your territory and is working to get it (add trouble: +encroachment)</li><li type="disc">You have offered protection within your territory to someone, and now their problems are yours (add trouble: +fealty)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Transformation</div><div class="spoiler_body">By default, you can change into your wolf form - at will - in the sight of the moon: you gain natural weaponry (2-harm), 1-armor, and all of the qualities and weaknesses you choose below.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">You are versatile: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>letting it out</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are cunning: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>keeping your cool</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are steadfast: you fight like a small group against groups</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you lose control while transformed</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you transform when you are stressed or angry</li><li type="disc">The transformation draws the attention of supernatural creatures</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">A duffel bag with your personal belongings, a shitty cell phone.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">9mm Beretta (2-harm close loud)</li><li type="disc">Butterfly knife (2-harm hand concealable)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intro Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">When did you first experience the change?<br><em>I think this one is answered pretty well in the background.</em><br><br>How long have you been in the city?<br><em>One year, tops. Blaine is a recent transplant. But she's been here long enough to establish her territory.</em><br><br>What is the best part of your other form?<br><em>Her eyes are her best feature in both her forms.</em><br><br>Who is the most important person in your territory?<br><em>Blaine is a bit of a recluse. Especially after losing her mate and her only surviving relative, her aunt. So you could say she is a bit gun-shy when it comes to forming new, deeper attachments.</em><br><br>What do you desperately need?<br><em>Blaine is intent on finding out the circumstances of her turning and the slaughter of her family. She is not fanatical about it. But she will go to great lengths to discover the truth behind it.</em></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPC_Object_Location Submissions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPC Submission - Kazumi - Blaine's right hand man and second in command</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/72/a3/d672a3adfcc05419764a9f6886fa27c4.jpg)</div><strong>"I know it ain't pretty. And believe me, it breaks my heart too to see 'im like that. But the lad's completely feral. It was this or puttin' 'im down!"</strong> The scruffy looking man explained as he led Blaine into the room with a single large cage. The moment Blaine entered the room a furry body flung itself against the bars of the cage. Ferocious, savage growls accompanied the wild, mindless thrashing.<br><br><strong>"Coyote?"</strong> Blaine asked, her eyes never leaving the thrashing form. Her voice, soft and gentle.<br><br><strong>"Among other things."</strong> The scruffy guy answered. <strong>"He's been experimented on something fierce. I ain't ashamed to say it makes my stomach turn, just thinkin' 'bout what the poor lad's been through. Brutalized ain't a strong enough word."</strong><br><br>Blaine could feel Mr. Scruffy's anger flair. The response from within the cage was immediate. The thrashing intensified. As did the growling and gnashing of teeth.<br><br>Blaine stepped in front of Mr. Scruffy. <strong>"Control yourself or step out, Liam!"</strong> The were Alpha commended quietly. She didn't want to extinguish Liam's anger with her powers. Though she could, effectively, if she put him to heal. But why would she?! His anger was justified. It was only that the boy was tortured beyond reason and only knew to answer to anger with aggression. That would change. With time. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.<br><br><strong>"I need to know what's been done to him."</strong><br><br>Liam wordlessly handed Blaine a flash drive. <strong>"You think you can 'elp 'im?"</strong> He finally asked.<br><br><strong>"That would depend."</strong> Blaine answered ambiguously.<br><br><strong>"On?"</strong> Liam rejoined with another question.<br><br><strong>"Time."</strong> Blaine's eyes had never strayed from the thrashing coyote. <strong>"And him."</strong><br><br><br>***<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/76/cd/3776cd6692840e4bd733370dedc556c4.jpg)</div>Blaine's eyes fell on Kazumi. He possessed that androgynous beauty only Asians somehow could effortlessly pull off. To look at him now, one would hardly believe the state he'd been in when he first came to Blaine. Savage and feral. Deadly. Made so by the most brutal of experiments. Forcefully turned and continually experimented on with the intent of creating some sort of ultimate were gene. It had taken Kazumi months just to shift out of his coyote form in the presence of Blaine. They'd worked on building trust for the longest of time, before moving on to learning, or rather, relearning simple human behavior. Maybe it had been Blaine's unique were alpha powers. Or her patience. Or how much she cared. Or Kazumi's will to overcome what he'd been made to endure. Or a combination of all of the above. But with time the brutalized young man had flourished into a gentle and artistic soul. And his loyalty to Blaine knew no bounds. Their bond, unshakeable.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Object Submission</span></div><br>A chair sits in Blaine's workshop. The once painted over wood stripped fully, but otherwise untouched. It's make, rustic. Almost crude. But functional. It somehow stands on its own in Blaine's otherwise busy workshop. For a piece of furniture it looks benign enough. And yet if one were to stand next to it the last thing they'd get the urge to do is sit in it. And even if, by some sort of miracle, they don't recognize the weird vibes and were to sit in it, they were in for one hell of a ride. Hell being the operative word here. As, unbeknownst to anyone but Blaine and select other few, the chair is cobbled together from different pieces of wood. A number of which, having the unfortunate fate of once belonging to Gruesome Gertie. Louisianna's electric chair.<br><br>Blaine had acquired the dangerous piece of furniture at a flee market. Not knowing what she'd found or how dangerous it was. It had revealed it's nature only after the led paint had been stripped off it. A few months of research later Blaine had learned the chair had been dismantled after being put out of commission and the pieces to be incinerated. But, apparently they'd somehow escaped that fate. And found new life incorporated in other furniture. Blaine was in cooperation with a group of people to track down the pieces of the chair. For unless the furniture that had pieces of Gruesome Gertie within it was led coated, it inflicted psychological trauma of immense proportions to its user.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Location Submission - The Sunset Moors - Blaine's Territory</span></div><br>Despite the tragic events in her early childhood, Blaine had always known the safety of home. Firstly, provided by her aunt, who'd raised her after the death of her parents and her younger sister. And secondly, among Loup Garoup's pack. So Blaine had grown up to appreciate the safety of one's place of rest. If she had to live someplace for prolonged periods of time, she would always try to find a place to call home that was safe. But not only that. It also needed to be a place of culture. She could accept nothing less after having grown up in New Orleans and traveled the world over.<br><br>Once she'd decided to settle in Vegas to continue her investigation on the tragedy that befell her family, she found a realtor to find her a place to live. Someone who would not throw glitter in her eyes, but give it to her straight. After she'd found one such person, it was a matter of waiting them out, until they found her the perfect place. But it had turned out, finding what she wanted was not easy. Finding a calm, homely, wholesome, artsy neighborhood in a city that prided itself on it's nightlife and casinos, had turned out to be quite the difficult task for her realtor.<br><br>But Blaine had asked her to give it to her straight and so one day her real estate agent had called her into the office for a talk.<br><br><strong>"Look, Blaine, what you want is something you won't be able to just find lying around in Vegas. I can find you a place that best fits your criteria, but if you want it just the way you say, you're gonna have to work for it! This city doesn't just give you things for free! Now, I have a place that is up to your specifications. Or rather... It was! What I have in mind is close to Sunset Park. It used to be a good neighborhood. Just like you asked. Calm, homely, wholesome, with a good community and some fine local art circles. Until... Some gang took over the parks as their turf. The police tried to regain control back, but... Well, let's just say there were no ghost-busters to call.<br><br>People are spooked. No one dares set foot in the park. They are all too stubborn to leave their homes. But the neighborhood is suffering. The park gang is driving business away. The local art scene isn't fearing any better. It's like a a town in siege... from the inside.<br><br>You seem to be... well... interested in... ahem... peculiar things. I figured if you wanted a place that is safe, with a nice community. Homely. Artsy... And all that stuff you could just... Well, do something about that park gang and have your perfect place to lay your head."</strong><br><br>And Blaine had decided, if nothing else, it was worth taking a look. And so she'd visited the neighborhood. The atmosphere was truly oppressive. People were obviously stressed. But also determined to not give in or give up. They had been naturally suspicious of her asking around the way she had. But not outright hostile or unwelcoming. Some of the more elderly had even gone to such lengths as invite her into their homes and tell her tales of how the neighborhood had once been. Vibrant and lively. Not bustling like the rest of Vegas, but enjoying life at its own pace. With lots of local businesses and culture spots. An art gallery that catered to all sorts of local artists. A local waterhole with the best microbrews and craft beer. A neighborhood that truly had been an oasis of calm among the churning sea that was Las Vegas.<br><br>Naturally, hearing all this, Blaine's next step had been decided. Her stroll to the park had been accompanied by whispers and murmurs from the younger crowd. And one elder or two had even tried to stop her from going into the park lest she be hurt. But Blaine had decided that this was the place she wanted to lay her head. These were the people she wanted to call neighbors. And this gang needed to find a new place to call their turf, because Blaine was claiming this as her territory.<br><br>The gang had turned out to be a pack of werecoyote. Almost all barely out of teendome. Brash and drunk on their independence from any alpha influence. Blaine had taken no pleasure in putting them to heal and chasing them off with their collective tails between their legs.<br><br>With the gang gone and order reestablished within the neighborhood, the residents quickly came together to get the place back up from the dumps. Campaigns were raised to demonstrate the neighborhood was no longer unsafe for business ventures. Cultural and art tourism quickly began to trickle back in. And beer aficionados eagerly returned to the Cauldron for their craft beer and microbrew fix. Life was returning back to the neighborhood. And even though Blaine tried to become lost among its denizens, people couldn't forget the Sunset Park hero. As they came to dub her. But even more embarrassingly, the neighborhood came to be known to the locals as the Sunset Moors.</div></div><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>10-10-2022, 16:01:39</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873)<br><strong>OOC: </strong>Taking part in a moment of intimacy with Blaine. Is Blaine accepting his wisdom, or rejecting it?<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>Frank's heart sank when he pulls up to the house and saw it had been transformed into a crime scene. He couldn't help but assume the worst. When he moved out of the house years ago, he made sure that Melissa had a plan in case anything dangers were to show up at the house. There was a false panel in the back of Melissa's closet. If you knew where it was, you could remove the panel and climb into a simple panic room. It would be small and cramped, but it would be enough to keep her and the kids safe from any burglars or similar dangerous folk. Inside the room a handgun and emergency cell phone were stored. <br><br>Frank recognized the woman approaching their truck. He made a motion for one of the pups in the backseat to conceal his shotgun as best they could as he returned his attention to the approaching officer. She was on the force back in the day when he was still running with The Marauders. She was likely still bearing a grudge from when Frank had to have her old partner killed. He was sniffing to close to the club, and have some dangerous evidence on the gang that could have put away half of the members of Frank's trusted inner circle. <br><br>He rolled down the window as she rapped her knuckles on it. <strong>"My wife's place."</strong> Frank explains to the officer simply. <strong>"What happened?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>14-10-2022, 20:06:02</strong>
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				OOC<div class="floatright"> (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/1f/a7/7e/1fa77e8e5413e486587472cc38bda590.jpg)</div>Characters <br>Karen McConnel (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit#heading=h.kq2o5recxiic) - Human, Detective, Frank's gang killed her partner when she was in Patrol LVMPD<br>Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873) - <br>Melissa (maiden name), two kids<br><br>Mechanics.<br><br>Old Friends 5 - https://discord.com/channels/1007352388996300890/1009249001536770059/1028353638260805774<br>Frank had to have her old partner killed. He was sniffing to close to the club, and have some dangerous evidence on the gang that could have put away half of the members of Frank's trusted inner circle.<br><br>Frank owes Karen McConnel for her former partner's death.<br><br>Escape 8 -&nbsp; https://discord.com/channels/1007352388996300890/1009249001536770059/1028353680304521237<br><br>'owe an NPC a debt to Escape a Situation' - Melissa owes Frank.<br>'You end up in another dangerous situation.' - Melissa is being targeted by the Hell Hounds and potentially under arrest <br><br><hr><br>As soon as the police lights came into view, the pups bailed out the back of Frank's truck. They were young and didn't have a lot of formal training, but they were street-smart. They knew when to hide and when to run. They took their skateboards - in skateboard bags. With the boards, they could likely outrun anyone on foot.<br><br>The detective, Karen McConnel, glared at Frank. <strong>"Frank Parker. I should have known. I didn't recognize Melissa with her maiden name, but this has Frank Parker in the Marauders written all over it. From the safe room to the shotgun blast."</strong> <br><br>Karen explained the situation; a group had cut the power and phone to Melissa's house and smashed in the door. Fortunately, Frank had given Melissa an alarm that went off when power was cut. Additionally, Frank reinforced the door. When the group got into the house, Melissa and the kids were upstairs in the panic room. This was where things got a bit 'Woo-Woo' or Supernatural. Somehow the group could rip a steel-reinforced door out of its frame. Melissa had opened up with a stubby shotgun and shredded two men. Frank knew the shotgun was likely loaded with iron, silver, and steel buckshot. <br><br>Then Karen got an evil glint in her eye, <strong>"So Frank, you're ex-wife just shredded a couple of gang-bangers coming after her. She'll probably get off eventually - due to Home Invasion and protecting her kids. However, this wasn't some random invasion; she was targeted. However, I've got a lot of discretion. We could charge her. She'd be in the general population at the Jail."</strong> Karen smiled, <strong>"where people could take a second shot at her. Her kids would go to Social Services, where anyone with a little pull could find them."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Karen held up a finger,<strong> "On the other hand, I could argue that she's a material witness in an ongoing investigation. She and the kids would be parked in a safe house with a police guard."</strong> Karen frowned at Frank, <strong>"So what's it going to be? Will you write off your wife and kids, or will you be my CI, my bitch?"</strong> <br><br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ihinka</strong> on <strong>15-10-2022, 10:37:47</strong>
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				<hr><strong>OOC:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Plot Devises</div><div class="spoiler_body">I don't believe Blaine has any as I understand them.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Effects</div><div class="spoiler_body">Intimacy with Frank - we share a primal bond until the end of the next session; Blaine always knows where to find him and when he's in trouble.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><em>Location:</em> Outside Melissa's house<br><em>People:</em> Blaine, Frank, the pups, Karen McConnel<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://media.giphy.com/media/SPSJuKZtKMQlq/giphy.gif)</div>Blaine was more than happy to leave Frank deal with this whole ordeal in his own way. But with each word that fell out of the female detective's mouth the were Alpha's hackles rose more and more. Until Blaine's patience finally snapped and she insinuated herself forcefully between the blonde and Frank. Her features dark with anger, while her blue eyes glimmered bright with the barely contained wolf within. Blaine could feel her thin, cotton t-shirt chafe over the line of fur that usually announced an imminent transformation. Of course, she had better control than simply bursting into pelt at the slightest provocation. But, man, if this woman wasn't grating on her very last nerve.<br><br><strong>"And on what grounds, might I ask, Detective, are you planning on arresting Melissa?! She acted perfectly within her constitutional rights to bear arms and defend her home against intruders! Threatening to destroy the lives of an innocent woman and, moreover, her children <em>just</em> to get back at an enemy..."</strong> Blaine resisted the urge to poke the blonde in the chest to get her point across more... well, pointedly. She'd also entirely missed the woman's broad shoulders and appetizing physique in her blistering anger with the blonde cop. Instead, her shimmering were irises stared the detective down. A whole three inches down, from the looks of it. <strong>"Poor form, detective! Poor, poor form!"</strong> Blaine seethed. <strong>"You should be ashamed of yourself!"</strong> With that final declaration the ex-Coastie shouldered past the cop. Hard! Possibly even hard enough to bruise the woman.<br><br>Blaine turned he head back to look at Frank. <strong>"I'll go and see if I can find Melissa and the kids. Sit with them while you handle... this!"</strong> The were alpha stared pointedly at the blonde detective. <strong>"If she tries to play fast and loose with the law, I'll make sure to hire the best lawyers out there to block her every step of the way. And don't worry about your family. They can stay with me as long as need be. The Moors will welcome them with open arms!"</strong> With one final look of disappointment and disdain at the detective, Blaine turned to try and find Melissa and the kids.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Wolf</span></strong></em><hr><strong>Stats:</strong> Blood 2 // Heart -1 // Mind 0 // Spirit 1<br><strong>Circles:</strong> Mortalis 0 [ ][ ][ ] // Night 2 <ul class="bbc_list"><li type="square">[ ][ ] // Power -1 [ ][ ][ ] // Wild 1 [ ][ ][ ]</li></ul><strong>Playbook Moves:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Comes With the Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you are actively patrolling your territory when time passes—or at the start of the game—roll with <strong>Blood</strong>. On a 10+, your territory is secure and trouble is at a minimum; take +1 ongoing when you <strong><em>Hit The Streets</em></strong> in your territory. On a 7-9, one of your troubles surfaces (your choice), along with an opportunity to address it. On a miss, or if you aren’t attending to your territory, things go south and your troubles are fast and furious.</div></div>, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alpha Dog</div><div class="spoiler_body">When <strong><em>you persuade an NPC in your territory with threats or promises</em></strong>, roll with <strong>Blood</strong> instead of <strong>Heart</strong>.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancement:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Available at the beginning of play</strong></td><td><strong>After five advances, you may select</strong></td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] Night Status 2</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] advance four basic moves</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] join or lead a Wolf Pack</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a move from another archetype</td><td>[ ] retire your character to safety</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] change your Circle</td><td>[ ] change to a new archetype</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>[ ] Mortalis // [ ] Night // [ ] Power // [ ] Wild<br><br><strong>Harm:</strong><br>[ ] Faint // [ ][ ] Serious // [ ][ ] Critical<br><br><strong>Scars:</strong><br>[ ] Shattered // [ ] Crushed // [ ] Fractured // [ ] Broken<br><br><strong>Corruption:</strong> {x}{ }{ }{ }{ }<br><em>Trigger:</em> When you destroy a threat to your territory instead of driving it out, mark corruption.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancements</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move from another archetype or your own<br>[ ] retire your character; they may return as a Threat<br></div></div>, <em>Moves</em><br><br><strong>Let It Out:</strong> heal 2-harm instantaneously, starting with critical harm; transform from one form into the other without seeing the moon; perform a ferocious feat of lupine strength and speed; enhance your lupine senses to supernatural levels<br><br><strong>End Move:</strong><br>When you die or retire your character, anyone in the scene you wish to protect escapes and reaches safety, no matter the odds.<br><br><strong>Intimacy:</strong><br>When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you create a primal bond with them until the end of the next session; you always know where to find them and when they’re in trouble.<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Blaine's Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">You’ve claimed an area of the city as your own. By default, your territory covers a city block or two and has the trouble: +crime.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">People in your territory work hard to keep the streets safe (remove +crime)</li><li type="disc">You are widely accepted as this place’s protector (add blessing: +supported)</li><li type="disc">A status-3 NPC wants your territory and is working to get it (add trouble: +encroachment)</li><li type="disc">You have offered protection within your territory to someone, and now their problems are yours (add trouble: +fealty)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Transformation</div><div class="spoiler_body">By default, you can change into your wolf form - at will - in the sight of the moon: you gain natural weaponry (2-harm), 1-armor, and all of the qualities and weaknesses you choose below.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">You are versatile: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>letting it out</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are cunning: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>keeping your cool</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are steadfast: you fight like a small group against groups</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you lose control while transformed</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you transform when you are stressed or angry</li><li type="disc">The transformation draws the attention of supernatural creatures</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">A duffel bag with your personal belongings, a shitty cell phone.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">9mm Beretta (2-harm close loud)</li><li type="disc">Butterfly knife (2-harm hand concealable)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intro Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">When did you first experience the change?<br><em>I think this one is answered pretty well in the background.</em><br><br>How long have you been in the city?<br><em>One year, tops. Blaine is a recent transplant. But she's been here long enough to establish her territory.</em><br><br>What is the best part of your other form?<br><em>Her eyes are her best feature in both her forms.</em><br><br>Who is the most important person in your territory?<br><em>Blaine is a bit of a recluse. Especially after losing her mate and her only surviving relative, her aunt. So you could say she is a bit gun-shy when it comes to forming new, deeper attachments.</em><br><br>What do you desperately need?<br><em>Blaine is intent on finding out the circumstances of her turning and the slaughter of her family. She is not fanatical about it. But she will go to great lengths to discover the truth behind it.</em></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPC_Object_Location Submissions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPC Submission - Kazumi - Blaine's right hand man and second in command</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/72/a3/d672a3adfcc05419764a9f6886fa27c4.jpg)</div><strong>"I know it ain't pretty. And believe me, it breaks my heart too to see 'im like that. But the lad's completely feral. It was this or puttin' 'im down!"</strong> The scruffy looking man explained as he led Blaine into the room with a single large cage. The moment Blaine entered the room a furry body flung itself against the bars of the cage. Ferocious, savage growls accompanied the wild, mindless thrashing.<br><br><strong>"Coyote?"</strong> Blaine asked, her eyes never leaving the thrashing form. Her voice, soft and gentle.<br><br><strong>"Among other things."</strong> The scruffy guy answered. <strong>"He's been experimented on something fierce. I ain't ashamed to say it makes my stomach turn, just thinkin' 'bout what the poor lad's been through. Brutalized ain't a strong enough word."</strong><br><br>Blaine could feel Mr. Scruffy's anger flair. The response from within the cage was immediate. The thrashing intensified. As did the growling and gnashing of teeth.<br><br>Blaine stepped in front of Mr. Scruffy. <strong>"Control yourself or step out, Liam!"</strong> The were Alpha commended quietly. She didn't want to extinguish Liam's anger with her powers. Though she could, effectively, if she put him to heal. But why would she?! His anger was justified. It was only that the boy was tortured beyond reason and only knew to answer to anger with aggression. That would change. With time. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.<br><br><strong>"I need to know what's been done to him."</strong><br><br>Liam wordlessly handed Blaine a flash drive. <strong>"You think you can 'elp 'im?"</strong> He finally asked.<br><br><strong>"That would depend."</strong> Blaine answered ambiguously.<br><br><strong>"On?"</strong> Liam rejoined with another question.<br><br><strong>"Time."</strong> Blaine's eyes had never strayed from the thrashing coyote. <strong>"And him."</strong><br><br><br>***<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/76/cd/3776cd6692840e4bd733370dedc556c4.jpg)</div>Blaine's eyes fell on Kazumi. He possessed that androgynous beauty only Asians somehow could effortlessly pull off. To look at him now, one would hardly believe the state he'd been in when he first came to Blaine. Savage and feral. Deadly. Made so by the most brutal of experiments. Forcefully turned and continually experimented on with the intent of creating some sort of ultimate were gene. It had taken Kazumi months just to shift out of his coyote form in the presence of Blaine. They'd worked on building trust for the longest of time, before moving on to learning, or rather, relearning simple human behavior. Maybe it had been Blaine's unique were alpha powers. Or her patience. Or how much she cared. Or Kazumi's will to overcome what he'd been made to endure. Or a combination of all of the above. But with time the brutalized young man had flourished into a gentle and artistic soul. And his loyalty to Blaine knew no bounds. Their bond, unshakeable.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Object Submission</span></div><br>A chair sits in Blaine's workshop. The once painted over wood stripped fully, but otherwise untouched. It's make, rustic. Almost crude. But functional. It somehow stands on its own in Blaine's otherwise busy workshop. For a piece of furniture it looks benign enough. And yet if one were to stand next to it the last thing they'd get the urge to do is sit in it. And even if, by some sort of miracle, they don't recognize the weird vibes and were to sit in it, they were in for one hell of a ride. Hell being the operative word here. As, unbeknownst to anyone but Blaine and select other few, the chair is cobbled together from different pieces of wood. A number of which, having the unfortunate fate of once belonging to Gruesome Gertie. Louisianna's electric chair.<br><br>Blaine had acquired the dangerous piece of furniture at a flee market. Not knowing what she'd found or how dangerous it was. It had revealed it's nature only after the led paint had been stripped off it. A few months of research later Blaine had learned the chair had been dismantled after being put out of commission and the pieces to be incinerated. But, apparently they'd somehow escaped that fate. And found new life incorporated in other furniture. Blaine was in cooperation with a group of people to track down the pieces of the chair. For unless the furniture that had pieces of Gruesome Gertie within it was led coated, it inflicted psychological trauma of immense proportions to its user.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Location Submission - The Sunset Moors - Blaine's Territory</span></div><br>Despite the tragic events in her early childhood, Blaine had always known the safety of home. Firstly, provided by her aunt, who'd raised her after the death of her parents and her younger sister. And secondly, among Loup Garoup's pack. So Blaine had grown up to appreciate the safety of one's place of rest. If she had to live someplace for prolonged periods of time, she would always try to find a place to call home that was safe. But not only that. It also needed to be a place of culture. She could accept nothing less after having grown up in New Orleans and traveled the world over.<br><br>Once she'd decided to settle in Vegas to continue her investigation on the tragedy that befell her family, she found a realtor to find her a place to live. Someone who would not throw glitter in her eyes, but give it to her straight. After she'd found one such person, it was a matter of waiting them out, until they found her the perfect place. But it had turned out, finding what she wanted was not easy. Finding a calm, homely, wholesome, artsy neighborhood in a city that prided itself on it's nightlife and casinos, had turned out to be quite the difficult task for her realtor.<br><br>But Blaine had asked her to give it to her straight and so one day her real estate agent had called her into the office for a talk.<br><br><strong>"Look, Blaine, what you want is something you won't be able to just find lying around in Vegas. I can find you a place that best fits your criteria, but if you want it just the way you say, you're gonna have to work for it! This city doesn't just give you things for free! Now, I have a place that is up to your specifications. Or rather... It was! What I have in mind is close to Sunset Park. It used to be a good neighborhood. Just like you asked. Calm, homely, wholesome, with a good community and some fine local art circles. Until... Some gang took over the parks as their turf. The police tried to regain control back, but... Well, let's just say there were no ghost-busters to call.<br><br>People are spooked. No one dares set foot in the park. They are all too stubborn to leave their homes. But the neighborhood is suffering. The park gang is driving business away. The local art scene isn't fearing any better. It's like a a town in siege... from the inside.<br><br>You seem to be... well... interested in... ahem... peculiar things. I figured if you wanted a place that is safe, with a nice community. Homely. Artsy... And all that stuff you could just... Well, do something about that park gang and have your perfect place to lay your head."</strong><br><br>And Blaine had decided, if nothing else, it was worth taking a look. And so she'd visited the neighborhood. The atmosphere was truly oppressive. People were obviously stressed. But also determined to not give in or give up. They had been naturally suspicious of her asking around the way she had. But not outright hostile or unwelcoming. Some of the more elderly had even gone to such lengths as invite her into their homes and tell her tales of how the neighborhood had once been. Vibrant and lively. Not bustling like the rest of Vegas, but enjoying life at its own pace. With lots of local businesses and culture spots. An art gallery that catered to all sorts of local artists. A local waterhole with the best microbrews and craft beer. A neighborhood that truly had been an oasis of calm among the churning sea that was Las Vegas.<br><br>Naturally, hearing all this, Blaine's next step had been decided. Her stroll to the park had been accompanied by whispers and murmurs from the younger crowd. And one elder or two had even tried to stop her from going into the park lest she be hurt. But Blaine had decided that this was the place she wanted to lay her head. These were the people she wanted to call neighbors. And this gang needed to find a new place to call their turf, because Blaine was claiming this as her territory.<br><br>The gang had turned out to be a pack of werecoyote. Almost all barely out of teendome. Brash and drunk on their independence from any alpha influence. Blaine had taken no pleasure in putting them to heal and chasing them off with their collective tails between their legs.<br><br>With the gang gone and order reestablished within the neighborhood, the residents quickly came together to get the place back up from the dumps. Campaigns were raised to demonstrate the neighborhood was no longer unsafe for business ventures. Cultural and art tourism quickly began to trickle back in. And beer aficionados eagerly returned to the Cauldron for their craft beer and microbrew fix. Life was returning back to the neighborhood. And even though Blaine tried to become lost among its denizens, people couldn't forget the Sunset Park hero. As they came to dub her. But even more embarrassingly, the neighborhood came to be known to the locals as the Sunset Moors.</div></div><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>16-10-2022, 18:28:07</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873)<br><strong>OOC:</strong> Going to roll to persuade here, as I'm threatening her. <br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>Frank found himself gripping the wheel tightly as the officer spoke. If it was possible to choke the life out of it, he would have. He knew it was only a matter of time until something like this were to happen. It wouldn't be possible for him to make a clean get-away from the life. Eventually, something was likely to catch up to him. He just thought that nobody would ever resort to coming after his family. <br><br>His face was hard as he spoke. <strong>"Haven't they told you? I'm retired. You want information? How's this; There's a war coming to this city, and you're going to need help if you want to control the violence. Before you know it, there's going to be a pile of dead bodies in this city, and if you even think of using my kids as a bargaining chip, they're going to be the least of your worries. You play your games however you want, McConnel, but know that if you involve my family, I play for keeps."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>20-10-2022, 23:46:11</strong>
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				OOC<div class="floatright"> (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/1f/a7/7e/1fa77e8e5413e486587472cc38bda590.jpg)</div>There's a transition problem, with Blaine bumping Karen to walk off and then turning to talk with Frank. Additionally, I want Blaine to stick around for the conversation with Frank and Karen's response. I will flip the order of Blaine's second and third paragraphs and have Blaine not leave after a request from Karen.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Characters<br>Blaine <br>Karen McConnel (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit#heading=h.kq2o5recxiic) - Human, Detective, Frank's gang killed her partner when she was in Patrol LVMPD<br>Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873) - <br>Melissa (maiden name), two kids<br><br>Mechanics.<br>Frank 7 Persuade/Initimidate Karen (https://discord.com/channels/1007352388996300890/1009249001536770059/1031242292557791352)<br>Frank owes Karen a debt (2nd debt), and Karen's going to help Melissa; <br><br>'owe an NPC a debt to Escape a Situation' - Melissa owes Frank.<br>'You end up in another dangerous situation.' - Melissa is potentially under arrest. <br>A major arrest would/will fulfill one of Frank's debts to Karen.<br><br><hr><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Blaine</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "You should be ashamed of yourself!" With that final declaration, the ex-Coastie shouldered past the cop. Hard! Possibly even hard enough to bruise the woman.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Karen's face went white with shock at Blaine's accusation. The blonde hair detective couldn't move out of Blaine's shoulder bump, but rather than resist it, Karen went with the bump and became partially wrapped around Blaine's body. Karen laid her hand on Blaine's arm, but it was gentle, a caress and not a restraint. Karen turned Blaine to face her. The two women were just inches apart. <br><br>The first few words out of Karen's mouth were angry. <strong>"No, you don't understand - who Frank is, what he does."</strong> then there was a long sigh, and Karen's tone changed and became more reflective, <strong>"You're right; I should not visit the sins of the father on the wife and kids. I was acting like a bitch."</strong> and then a self-deprecating laugh, <strong>Who am I kidding? I am bitch."</strong><br>&nbsp;<br>Karen looked at Frank. Shoulders that hunched defensively relaxed. <strong>"You're girlfriend here is right, Frank. I still think you are a piece of scum, but taking my dislike out on you."</strong> the detective gave Blaine an appraising glance, <strong>" or your friend isn't going to solve anyone's problems."</strong><br><br>Karen paused for a few moments debating how to approach the two. She smiled as she figured out the angle. <strong>"Frank, I don't have to use your kids as bargaining chips. They're already on the table, in play. This shootout wasn't some random Home Invasion gone wrong. The guy Melissa decapitated had a bag with duct tape and zip ties. This crime was an attempted kidnapping. Since you're talking about a war, I assume that Melissa and the kids are still targets."</strong> <br><br><strong>"Alright, I hate to say this, but it sounds like we need to work together. Melissa and the kids, I'm going to write it up as an attempted kidnap and home invasion. I'm releasing her to you."</strong> The muscular blonde pointed at Blaine. <strong>"I'll need your name and address, but I'm not going to put it into the case file. You'll need a lawyer to convince the DA and the Judge that Melissa and the kids should not be held for either protective custody or as a material witness."</strong><br><br>Karen shook her head and got out her wallet. She removed a card and held it out to Blaine, <strong>"I cannot believe I'm giving this bitch work. She's a maestro about getting people off. Still, she's ferocious in protecting her clients."</strong> <br><br>Karen gave Frank a dead-eye stare, <strong>"You're talking about a war and dead bodies stacking up. I prefer the bodies stacked up in a jail cell, not the morgue. Additionally, you know the Mayor - Vegas has a reputation to protect, and violence is bad for business. So spill, who are the sides in this war, and more to the point, how do we shut it down?"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>24-10-2022, 23:18:40</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873)<br><strong>OOC:</strong> <br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>Frank gives a frown as she calls Blaine his girlfriend. A younger him might have been keen to take a pass at her, but his days of chasing after women were over. He's a one-woman man, even if that woman doesn't want him back. Besides, it was an insult to reduce Blaine to being nothing more than arm candy. <br><br>Frank has to ball his hands into a fist. He's angry that someone would be gunning for Melissa and his head is turning with sole thoughts of vengeance. His anger's tempered only by the shame he feels for putting his family in danger due to his past life. <br><br><strong>"There's a new wolf pack in town. Call themselves the Hell Hounds."</strong> He reluctantly spills to Karen. <strong>"They want the city all to themselves, and it turns out some of them bear a grudge against me. <em>We</em> don't do anything to shut it down. You keep your head down and let the big boys do the work. They're fools to think they can come into town and start a war with anybody who calls this place home. Let your boss and the other head honchos of the city deal with it.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>28-10-2022, 20:15:56</strong>
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				OOC<div class="floatright"> (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/1f/a7/7e/1fa77e8e5413e486587472cc38bda590.jpg)</div>Time: Day 2 - Late Night<br>Location: Melissa's (Frank's Wife's) House<br><br>Characters<br>Blaine <br>Karen McConnel (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit#heading=h.kq2o5recxiic) - Human, Detective, Frank's gang killed her partner when she was in Patrol LVMPD<br>Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873) - <br>Melissa (maiden name), two kids<br><br>Mechanics.<br>Frank owes Karen a debt (2nd debt), and Karen's going to help Melissa; <br>'owe an NPC a debt to Escape a Situation' - Melissa owes Frank.<br>A significant arrest would/will fulfill one of Frank's debts to Karen.<br>Melissa and the two kids are free - although someone will need to show up in Court in the morning.<br><br>Notes: I'd like to move into the next scene - a meeting between Blaine, Frank, and Karen at Blaine's house to discuss what they want to do. However, I don't want to push the scene transition. <br><br>There's probably a side conversation (and a debt) to get the TBD Lawyer to handle Melissa's problem.<br><br><hr><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">...Let your boss and the other head honchos of the city deal with it.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Karen shook her head, <strong>"No, Frank. When I was Patrol, I let the powers that be handle my partner's death. All I got was excuses and a cold case. I've learned that if you want justice around here, you need to get it yourself."</strong> Karen tapped the badge on her belt next to the Glock Pistol. <strong>"That's why I busted my but to get this shield."</strong> <br><br><strong>"We'll do this my way. I will get Melissa, and the kids released to me personally, with no LVMPD paperwork. Then, I'm going to take them somewhere safe."</strong> The Detectives eye glanced at Blaine speculatively, <strong>"Her place. Then the three of us will sit down. You two will level with me about what is going on, and we'll figure out what we can do legally to deal with this problem."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>04-11-2022, 17:19:29</strong>
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				OOC<div class="floatright"> (https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4mRzhBZ3GvU/XGQnu-GlaeI/AAAAAAAAFuk/y-UAS0dN7GMp6V8wCgcmbtlVvqRZ6UKjQCLcBGAs/s1600/nguyen-huong-giang-idol-02.jpg)</div>Time: Day 2 - Late Night<br>Location: Blaine's House<br><br>Characters<br>Blaine <br>Karen McConnel (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit#heading=h.kq2o5recxiic) - Human, Detective, Frank's gang killed her partner when she was in Patrol LVMPD<br>Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873) - <br>Melissa (maiden name), two kids<br>Four pups<br><br>Mechanics.<br>Frank owes Karen a debt (2nd debt), and Karen's going to help Melissa; <br>'owe an NPC a debt to Escape a Situation' - Melissa owes Frank.<br>A significant arrest would/will fulfill one of Frank's debts to Karen.<br>Melissa and the two kids are free - although someone will need to show up in Court in the morning.<br><br>Action:<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>We got Blaine, the four pups, Kazumi, and now Melissa, the younger child, and possibly Frank staying at Blaine's house. I figure the sleeping arrangement warrant at least a passing mention.</li><li>There's an interesting point of whether and how much to involve Karen in your next steps.</li></ul><br><hr>Karen seemed oddly reluctant to call the lawyer she had recommended.<br><br><strong>"Hi, this is Karen; I"</strong><br><strong>"Oh, ah, you recognized my number..."</strong><br>Slight blush on Karen's face,<br><strong>"No, I'm calling because I've, er, a client for you."</strong><br>Deep sigh,<br><strong>"It's a home invasion. No, not the home invaders. Homeowner, she shot two of them in self-defense."</strong><br><strong>"She's ok. It's gang-related. I've got her in hiding right now. I just need..."</strong><br>Karen shakes her head, <strong>"Yes, you're the expert. It's just..."</strong><br><strong>"No, you don't need to remind me."</strong><br><strong>"We're at..."</strong><br>A bit indignantly, <strong>"What do you mean you're tracking my phone?"</strong><br><strong>"Alright, we'll see you in twenty minutes. We'll leave the garage door open."</strong><br><br>Karen took a deep sigh and turned to face Blaine and Frank.<br><br><strong>"I need to explain, Nina. She's a brilliant lawyer, first in her class at UNLV. She should be making six figures working for one of the major law firms. However, Nina realized in Law School she was transgender. When she got out, the Public Defender's Office was the only place that would have her. She liked representing the people who get lost in our justice system's cracks. Only, she didn't like representing scumbags. So, she went out on her own. She's got this gimmick - LD360, on call 24/7, but she only takes clients selected clients."</strong><br><br>Karen smiled at Frank and laughed, <strong>"She's good, but she's gonna cost you, Frank, and not just money."</strong><br><br><hr><br>Twenty minutes later, the radio app on Blaine's phone beeped with a "White Motorcycle Inbound." Less than a minute later, a white motorcycle pulled onto the street and into Blaine's garage with a slim figure clad in a white motorcycle suit.<br><br>The figure took off her helmet and smiled at the group, <strong>"I'm Nina Jones. I heard that you need a lawyer."</strong> Then Nina turned to Karen, stood on her tippy toes, and kissed Karen on the cheek. <strong>"Karen, you know I'd come running for a late-night date with you."</strong> Karen blushed but didn't back away from the kiss."<br><br>Nina laughed and turned to the group, <strong>"I guess the detective didn't tell you how we met. Karen got a bit frisky with an arrestee, who happens to be transgender. It looked grim for the detective - excessive force, with a side of gay bashing. However, I took the Detective's case pro-bono. I got the plaintiff to drop the charges - something about a few acts they didn't want to see the light of day. I got Karen to agree to Anger Management classes&nbsp; - which she needs - and Internal Affairs agreed not to put anything in her file."</strong> <br><br><strong>"And."</strong> Nina smiled. <strong>"To deal with the whole transgender bashing thing, the detective came out and started dating me."</strong> Nina chuckled, "We drive each other wild. She's so totally my type; I love a butch woman. The problem,"[/b] Nina smiled at Blaine, <strong>"Is that we both like the same type of woman - independent and strong."</strong><br><br>Karen flushed, <strong>"I didn't invite you here to share the sordid details of our relationship."</strong><br><br>Nina smiled at Karen, <strong>"Fringe benefits."</strong> then she turned to Melissa, <strong>"Now, you poor dear, tell me all about the trauma."</strong><br><br>The group watched as Nina gently walked Melissa through the entire episode. The door being broken in, fleeing to the safe room.<br><br>Nina laid out her plans, <strong>"Riffing on Sun Tzu, the truly great lawyers win their case, and then enter the courtroom. I'm not quite there yet, but I will stack the odds in your favor, Melissa. I know a reporter at KSNV who will jump at the chance to interview the victim of a home invasion. The judge happens to watch KSNV news before coming to the Courthouse."</strong><br><br>Nina held a cautioning finger up, <strong>"You only tell what happened up to the point that the saferoom door was ripped off. Say you cannot say anything more until your lawyer clears it. The judge and the public see you as a victim, and everyone is left salivating for more information. I will go to court and zoom you into the preliminary hearing. Normally, the judge would not be happy, and the prosecutor would argue to get you in jail. However, who wants the optics of dragging the poor woman off to jail."</strong><br><br>Nina turned to Karen, <strong>"My job's the easy part of this. You said it was gang-related.&nbsp; That means they will be coming after her again; either you shut the group down, or Melissa and her kids need to disappear. She has two kids on social media, but I only see the younger one here; where's the other kid?"</strong> She looked quizzically at Frank.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ihinka</strong> on <strong>04-11-2022, 23:24:37</strong>
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				<hr><strong>OOC:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Plot Devises</div><div class="spoiler_body">I don't believe Blaine has any as I understand them.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Effects</div><div class="spoiler_body">Intimacy with Frank - we share a primal bond until the end of the next session; Blaine always knows where to find him and when he's in trouble.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><em>Location:</em> Blaine's home<br><em>People:</em> Blaine, Frank &amp; family, the pups, Karen McConnel, Nina Jones<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/b08ef5b0baabeb8b89d86fae0b716c62/tumblr_o9euj9dohq1s206wno1_250.gif)</div>Blaine made a sound at the detective's one-hundred and eighty in attitude. It wasn't a scoff really. It sounded more like a chuff. Quite like the chuff of a wolf in the wild. <strong>"I understand! I understand who he <em>was</em>". What he <em>did</em>!</strong> Blaine emphasized the past tense. <strong>"What sort of world do we live in if we are not allowed to reform and remake ourselves for the better?!"</strong> She crossed her arms and dutifully prattled off the information the detective required of her. And when the blonde handed her a business card Blaine took it without a word.<br><br>The trip back to her house had been awkward to say the least. Blaine had opted to ride with the pups in Karen's car as to allow Frank to ferry his family to safety. And now her house, her safe haven, was full of strangers with another one on their way. Blaine wasn't sure how she felt about that. Since coming to Las Vegas she'd been more or less a recluse. And look at her now. Not only did she have the beginnings of a burgeoning pack. But she'd managed to get herself... and her pack, embroiled into a turf war. Offer her home as a safe house for the family of a former hunter. Get in bed with a police detective with anger management issues and a chip on her shoulder. And it wasn't even Thursday yet!<br><br>While the lawyer spoke with Melissa, Blaine busied herself in the kitchen. Making tea, coffee and hot cocoa for the children. She handed out beverages as they were requested, adding some homemade brownies and muffins she'd baked the day before to the mix. Her ears perked up as Nina mentioned reporters and interviews.<br><br><strong>"Is it wise to parade Melissa in the media like that? I will protect her and the kids to my last breath, but I've my limits. We are not WITSEC and the people coming after us would give even the US Marshals a run for their money! We barely dipped our toes in the sh..."</strong> Blaine glanced at the children and quickly censored herself. <strong>"... in the poop pile and look where it got us! If it was that easy to shut these people down none of us would be hear right now... Well, maybe save for me, since this is my place and all."</strong> The alpha pinched the bridge of her nose in irate frustration. God, she missed Clea! <em>I can't do this alone! I don't want to do this alone!!!</em> Even surrounded by all these people. Her toddler pack. Her growing friendship with Frank... She felt so fully and utterly alone. <strong>"All I'm saying is, we need to be smart about this. Shoot for the best possible outcome with the least amount of effort... or exposure. Until we fully know what we are dealing with."</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Character Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Wolf</span></strong></em><hr><strong>Stats:</strong> Blood 2 // Heart -1 // Mind 0 // Spirit 1<br><strong>Circles:</strong> Mortalis 0 [ ][ ][ ] // Night 2 <ul class="bbc_list"><li type="square">[ ][ ] // Power -1 [ ][ ][ ] // Wild 1 [ ][ ][ ]</li></ul><strong>Playbook Moves:</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Comes With the Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you are actively patrolling your territory when time passes—or at the start of the game—roll with <strong>Blood</strong>. On a 10+, your territory is secure and trouble is at a minimum; take +1 ongoing when you <strong><em>Hit The Streets</em></strong> in your territory. On a 7-9, one of your troubles surfaces (your choice), along with an opportunity to address it. On a miss, or if you aren’t attending to your territory, things go south and your troubles are fast and furious.</div></div>, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Alpha Dog</div><div class="spoiler_body">When <strong><em>you persuade an NPC in your territory with threats or promises</em></strong>, roll with <strong>Blood</strong> instead of <strong>Heart</strong>.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancement:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Available at the beginning of play</strong></td><td><strong>After five advances, you may select</strong></td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] +1 any Circle (max+3)</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] +1 Status (max+1)</td><td>[ ] Night Status 2</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] advance four basic moves</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a new Wolf move</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] join or lead a Wolf Pack</td><td>[ ] erase a scar</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] a move from another archetype</td><td>[ ] retire your character to safety</td></tr><tr><td>[ ] change your Circle</td><td>[ ] change to a new archetype</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>[ ] Mortalis // [ ] Night // [ ] Power // [ ] Wild<br><br><strong>Harm:</strong><br>[ ] Faint // [ ][ ] Serious // [ ][ ] Critical<br><br><strong>Scars:</strong><br>[ ] Shattered // [ ] Crushed // [ ] Fractured // [ ] Broken<br><br><strong>Corruption:</strong> {x}{ }{ }{ }{ }<br><em>Trigger:</em> When you destroy a threat to your territory instead of driving it out, mark corruption.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Advancements</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take +1 to any stat (+3 max)<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move<br>[ ] take a new corruption move from another archetype or your own<br>[ ] retire your character; they may return as a Threat<br></div></div>, <em>Moves</em><br><br><strong>Let It Out:</strong> heal 2-harm instantaneously, starting with critical harm; transform from one form into the other without seeing the moon; perform a ferocious feat of lupine strength and speed; enhance your lupine senses to supernatural levels<br><br><strong>End Move:</strong><br>When you die or retire your character, anyone in the scene you wish to protect escapes and reaches safety, no matter the odds.<br><br><strong>Intimacy:</strong><br>When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you create a primal bond with them until the end of the next session; you always know where to find them and when they’re in trouble.<hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Blaine's Territory</div><div class="spoiler_body">You’ve claimed an area of the city as your own. By default, your territory covers a city block or two and has the trouble: +crime.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">People in your territory work hard to keep the streets safe (remove +crime)</li><li type="disc">You are widely accepted as this place’s protector (add blessing: +supported)</li><li type="disc">A status-3 NPC wants your territory and is working to get it (add trouble: +encroachment)</li><li type="disc">You have offered protection within your territory to someone, and now their problems are yours (add trouble: +fealty)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Transformation</div><div class="spoiler_body">By default, you can change into your wolf form - at will - in the sight of the moon: you gain natural weaponry (2-harm), 1-armor, and all of the qualities and weaknesses you choose below.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">You are versatile: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>letting it out</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are cunning: take +1 ongoing to <strong><em>keeping your cool</em></strong><br></li><li type="disc">You are steadfast: you fight like a small group against groups</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you lose control while transformed</li><li type="disc">Sometimes you transform when you are stressed or angry</li><li type="disc">The transformation draws the attention of supernatural creatures</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">A duffel bag with your personal belongings, a shitty cell phone.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">9mm Beretta (2-harm close loud)</li><li type="disc">Butterfly knife (2-harm hand concealable)</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Starting Debts</div><div class="spoiler_body">Owed<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">I got into a bit of a kerfuffle with a very influential Hunter back in Ireland while I was investigating my family's massacre. An agent of an American Hunter organization - <strong><em>The Saturday Club</em></strong>, intervened on my behalf and smoothed things over with the Irish hunters. Had they not, I'm not sure how things would have ended. I owe them big time!<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Madam Francine Beaumont</strong></em> commissioned a series of life-size woodcarvings. I was late in delivering the first one tied to an important anniversary date. I owe the Madam a Debt.<br></li><li type="disc"><em><strong>Frank</strong></em> has agreed to do some work on my bike for me. He says he'd rather I owe him a favor than do it for money. I'm fine with that.</li></ul>Owed to me<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><em><strong>Taryn's</strong></em> place is in my territory, benefiting from my protection. A service for which we've agreed on a debt owed.</li></ul></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intro Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">When did you first experience the change?<br><em>I think this one is answered pretty well in the background.</em><br><br>How long have you been in the city?<br><em>One year, tops. Blaine is a recent transplant. But she's been here long enough to establish her territory.</em><br><br>What is the best part of your other form?<br><em>Her eyes are her best feature in both her forms.</em><br><br>Who is the most important person in your territory?<br><em>Blaine is a bit of a recluse. Especially after losing her mate and her only surviving relative, her aunt. So you could say she is a bit gun-shy when it comes to forming new, deeper attachments.</em><br><br>What do you desperately need?<br><em>Blaine is intent on finding out the circumstances of her turning and the slaughter of her family. She is not fanatical about it. But she will go to great lengths to discover the truth behind it.</em></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPC_Object_Location Submissions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPC Submission - Kazumi - Blaine's right hand man and second in command</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/72/a3/d672a3adfcc05419764a9f6886fa27c4.jpg)</div><strong>"I know it ain't pretty. And believe me, it breaks my heart too to see 'im like that. But the lad's completely feral. It was this or puttin' 'im down!"</strong> The scruffy looking man explained as he led Blaine into the room with a single large cage. The moment Blaine entered the room a furry body flung itself against the bars of the cage. Ferocious, savage growls accompanied the wild, mindless thrashing.<br><br><strong>"Coyote?"</strong> Blaine asked, her eyes never leaving the thrashing form. Her voice, soft and gentle.<br><br><strong>"Among other things."</strong> The scruffy guy answered. <strong>"He's been experimented on something fierce. I ain't ashamed to say it makes my stomach turn, just thinkin' 'bout what the poor lad's been through. Brutalized ain't a strong enough word."</strong><br><br>Blaine could feel Mr. Scruffy's anger flair. The response from within the cage was immediate. The thrashing intensified. As did the growling and gnashing of teeth.<br><br>Blaine stepped in front of Mr. Scruffy. <strong>"Control yourself or step out, Liam!"</strong> The were Alpha commended quietly. She didn't want to extinguish Liam's anger with her powers. Though she could, effectively, if she put him to heal. But why would she?! His anger was justified. It was only that the boy was tortured beyond reason and only knew to answer to anger with aggression. That would change. With time. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.<br><br><strong>"I need to know what's been done to him."</strong><br><br>Liam wordlessly handed Blaine a flash drive. <strong>"You think you can 'elp 'im?"</strong> He finally asked.<br><br><strong>"That would depend."</strong> Blaine answered ambiguously.<br><br><strong>"On?"</strong> Liam rejoined with another question.<br><br><strong>"Time."</strong> Blaine's eyes had never strayed from the thrashing coyote. <strong>"And him."</strong><br><br><br>***<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/76/cd/3776cd6692840e4bd733370dedc556c4.jpg)</div>Blaine's eyes fell on Kazumi. He possessed that androgynous beauty only Asians somehow could effortlessly pull off. To look at him now, one would hardly believe the state he'd been in when he first came to Blaine. Savage and feral. Deadly. Made so by the most brutal of experiments. Forcefully turned and continually experimented on with the intent of creating some sort of ultimate were gene. It had taken Kazumi months just to shift out of his coyote form in the presence of Blaine. They'd worked on building trust for the longest of time, before moving on to learning, or rather, relearning simple human behavior. Maybe it had been Blaine's unique were alpha powers. Or her patience. Or how much she cared. Or Kazumi's will to overcome what he'd been made to endure. Or a combination of all of the above. But with time the brutalized young man had flourished into a gentle and artistic soul. And his loyalty to Blaine knew no bounds. Their bond, unshakeable.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Object Submission</span></div><br>A chair sits in Blaine's workshop. The once painted over wood stripped fully, but otherwise untouched. It's make, rustic. Almost crude. But functional. It somehow stands on its own in Blaine's otherwise busy workshop. For a piece of furniture it looks benign enough. And yet if one were to stand next to it the last thing they'd get the urge to do is sit in it. And even if, by some sort of miracle, they don't recognize the weird vibes and were to sit in it, they were in for one hell of a ride. Hell being the operative word here. As, unbeknownst to anyone but Blaine and select other few, the chair is cobbled together from different pieces of wood. A number of which, having the unfortunate fate of once belonging to Gruesome Gertie. Louisianna's electric chair.<br><br>Blaine had acquired the dangerous piece of furniture at a flee market. Not knowing what she'd found or how dangerous it was. It had revealed it's nature only after the led paint had been stripped off it. A few months of research later Blaine had learned the chair had been dismantled after being put out of commission and the pieces to be incinerated. But, apparently they'd somehow escaped that fate. And found new life incorporated in other furniture. Blaine was in cooperation with a group of people to track down the pieces of the chair. For unless the furniture that had pieces of Gruesome Gertie within it was led coated, it inflicted psychological trauma of immense proportions to its user.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Location Submission - The Sunset Moors - Blaine's Territory</span></div><br>Despite the tragic events in her early childhood, Blaine had always known the safety of home. Firstly, provided by her aunt, who'd raised her after the death of her parents and her younger sister. And secondly, among Loup Garoup's pack. So Blaine had grown up to appreciate the safety of one's place of rest. If she had to live someplace for prolonged periods of time, she would always try to find a place to call home that was safe. But not only that. It also needed to be a place of culture. She could accept nothing less after having grown up in New Orleans and traveled the world over.<br><br>Once she'd decided to settle in Vegas to continue her investigation on the tragedy that befell her family, she found a realtor to find her a place to live. Someone who would not throw glitter in her eyes, but give it to her straight. After she'd found one such person, it was a matter of waiting them out, until they found her the perfect place. But it had turned out, finding what she wanted was not easy. Finding a calm, homely, wholesome, artsy neighborhood in a city that prided itself on it's nightlife and casinos, had turned out to be quite the difficult task for her realtor.<br><br>But Blaine had asked her to give it to her straight and so one day her real estate agent had called her into the office for a talk.<br><br><strong>"Look, Blaine, what you want is something you won't be able to just find lying around in Vegas. I can find you a place that best fits your criteria, but if you want it just the way you say, you're gonna have to work for it! This city doesn't just give you things for free! Now, I have a place that is up to your specifications. Or rather... It was! What I have in mind is close to Sunset Park. It used to be a good neighborhood. Just like you asked. Calm, homely, wholesome, with a good community and some fine local art circles. Until... Some gang took over the parks as their turf. The police tried to regain control back, but... Well, let's just say there were no ghost-busters to call.<br><br>People are spooked. No one dares set foot in the park. They are all too stubborn to leave their homes. But the neighborhood is suffering. The park gang is driving business away. The local art scene isn't fearing any better. It's like a a town in siege... from the inside.<br><br>You seem to be... well... interested in... ahem... peculiar things. I figured if you wanted a place that is safe, with a nice community. Homely. Artsy... And all that stuff you could just... Well, do something about that park gang and have your perfect place to lay your head."</strong><br><br>And Blaine had decided, if nothing else, it was worth taking a look. And so she'd visited the neighborhood. The atmosphere was truly oppressive. People were obviously stressed. But also determined to not give in or give up. They had been naturally suspicious of her asking around the way she had. But not outright hostile or unwelcoming. Some of the more elderly had even gone to such lengths as invite her into their homes and tell her tales of how the neighborhood had once been. Vibrant and lively. Not bustling like the rest of Vegas, but enjoying life at its own pace. With lots of local businesses and culture spots. An art gallery that catered to all sorts of local artists. A local waterhole with the best microbrews and craft beer. A neighborhood that truly had been an oasis of calm among the churning sea that was Las Vegas.<br><br>Naturally, hearing all this, Blaine's next step had been decided. Her stroll to the park had been accompanied by whispers and murmurs from the younger crowd. And one elder or two had even tried to stop her from going into the park lest she be hurt. But Blaine had decided that this was the place she wanted to lay her head. These were the people she wanted to call neighbors. And this gang needed to find a new place to call their turf, because Blaine was claiming this as her territory.<br><br>The gang had turned out to be a pack of werecoyote. Almost all barely out of teendome. Brash and drunk on their independence from any alpha influence. Blaine had taken no pleasure in putting them to heal and chasing them off with their collective tails between their legs.<br><br>With the gang gone and order reestablished within the neighborhood, the residents quickly came together to get the place back up from the dumps. Campaigns were raised to demonstrate the neighborhood was no longer unsafe for business ventures. Cultural and art tourism quickly began to trickle back in. And beer aficionados eagerly returned to the Cauldron for their craft beer and microbrew fix. Life was returning back to the neighborhood. And even though Blaine tried to become lost among its denizens, people couldn't forget the Sunset Park hero. As they came to dub her. But even more embarrassingly, the neighborhood came to be known to the locals as the Sunset Moors.</div></div><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>05-11-2022, 20:40:30</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873)<br><strong>OOC:</strong> <br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>Frank listened to the call with a bit of curiosity. It was obvious that Karen and the lawyer have some history. Back at Blaine's place, the lawyer filled them in on their relationship, and Frank couldn't help but smile. It seemed Karen had some issues with controlling herself, and she wasn't exactly the angel of good that she portrayed herself to be. The revelation would make it easier for him, should the time come where he has to choose his friends and family over her.<br><br>Frank felt trapped cramped together in Blaine's kitchen. Things were spiraling out of control fast. Too many people were involved, all of them with their own motivations and the potential to betray them. The more complicated the situation got, the harder it would be for him to protect his family. He didn't want Melissa or his kids to have to spend any more time around the power tripping cop than he they had to, and he had no doubt that the fancy pants lawyer would throw them under the bus to get herself ahead. He wanted nothing more than a glass of whiskey and a good sleep, but it seemed that there were plans to be put in place. <br><br>Frank had to admit, the idea of shoving Melissa in front of a camera and having her relieve her traumatic experience for the whole city to see didn't exactly seem like a thrilling prospect. Of course, getting some media attention on the case would no doubt shine a positive light on the lawyer representing the innocent victim. Finally reaching his limit, Frank shook his head and stood up. When he spoke, his voice was low, grim, and serious.<br><br><strong>"Lilly's attending college, she lives on campus. Melissa will get a hold of her and get her somewhere safe. We're not bringing any cameras into this. Having your home invaded is traumatic enough, and she doesn't need everybody in the city knowing exactly what happened to her. Now if you'll excuse me, my family's had a long day and they need some time to rest and recover. I'm sure the two of you can begin to work on the case without our help."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>09-11-2022, 21:35:26</strong>
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				OOC<div class="floatright"> (https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4mRzhBZ3GvU/XGQnu-GlaeI/AAAAAAAAFuk/y-UAS0dN7GMp6V8wCgcmbtlVvqRZ6UKjQCLcBGAs/s1600/nguyen-huong-giang-idol-02.jpg)</div>Time: Day 2 - Late Night<br>Location: Blaine's House<br><br>Characters<br>Blaine <br>Karen McConnel (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit#heading=h.kq2o5recxiic) - Human, Detective, Frank's gang killed her partner when she was in Patrol LVMPD<br>Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873) - <br>Melissa (maiden name), two kids<br>Four pups<br><br>Mechanics.<br>Frank owes Karen a debt (2nd debt), and Karen's going to help Melissa; <br>'owe an NPC a debt to Escape a Situation' - Melissa owes Frank.<br>A significant arrest would/will fulfill one of Frank's debts to Karen.<br>Melissa and the two kids are free - although someone will need to show up in Court in the morning.<br><br>Action:<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Karen is calling in a Debt owed by Frank. She wants all the information about the new gang in town. This directly pulls Blaine into the picture as Carl would be an excellent source of information, and he is submissive to Blaine.]</li><li>Melissa has a decision to make. I had thought about making it for her as an NPC. However, that robs the moment of all the juicy drama. So, I'll let you, the player, decide on behalf of Melissa, with Frank, to live with the consequences of her either going on TV or not.</li></ul><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Frank</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Lilly's attending college, she lives on campus. Melissa will get a hold of her and get her somewhere safe. We're not bringing any cameras into this. Having your home invaded is traumatic enough, and she doesn't need everybody in the city knowing exactly what happened to her. Now if you'll excuse me, my family's had a long day and they need some time to rest and recover. I'm sure the two of you can begin to work on the case without our help."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Nina laughed bitterly at Frank's pronouncement, "Spoken like some macho man, or perhaps Dominant, making decisions for the little wife. Is it any surprise that you are divorced?"<br><br>Nina turned to Melissa, "My job as your attorney is to give you the best advice I can. At the end of the day, you are the one who will feel the consequences of the decisions." Nina sighed deeply and went into an explanation that she had given to many clients, "I wish that justice was as simple as the truth will prevail. However, I've seen too many criminals go free, and the innocent," Nina paused, "The lives of many innocents are hurt even if they never get convicted - jobs lost, relationships lost. The few lawyers interested in justice are driven out of the DA's office by a system that cares only for their win-loss ratio and the political impact of a case. Similarly, Judges are elected, and they are beholden to the optics of a particular case."<br><br>Looking at Melissa as if to gauge the impact of her information, "The Judge could easily set bail at a quarter of a million dollars. Even with a bail bondsman, that's twenty-five thousand dollars you'd never see again. The DA will argue that you have known criminal associates." Nina waved to Frank.<br><br>Nina smiled predatorily, "Chat with the reporter in the morning, and the Judge will know that the evening news will be running an update - Victim of home invasion incarcerated by Judge. Judges hate bad publicity even more than the DA's Office" &nbsp;Nina held out her hands to Melissa, "The decision is up to you. Who do you trust more, your ex-husband or your lawyer?"<br><br><hr>&nbsp; <br><br>Karen shook her head, "Not so fast, Frank. It's been a long day for all of us, but I need information; anything you can give me - name, faces, locations. The more you give me, the faster I can start putting these folks behind bars. That means the sooner you are your family will be safe." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>10-11-2022, 16:10:33</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873)<br><strong>OOC:</strong> <br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>Frank had to bite his tongue at the mention of his divorce. The lawyer certainly didn't know enough about his relationship to comment on things like that, and the barb got under his skin. He has to take a moment before he responds to collect himself. <strong>"She's a big girl, she can make the decision and live with the consequences. I just think that she should know that people like you only care about getting their name in a headline."</strong><br><br>He gives a sigh and takes his seat as Karen calls on him to provide her with information. He relays to her most of what he knows, the wolves who showed up at his shop in the morning, the Russians at the fight club, and anything else he can think of that might be useful. He leaves out the parts about Carl joining Blaine's small pack. He's under her protection now, and he doubts that she'd be enthusiastic about the officer interrogating him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>13-11-2022, 22:24:30</strong>
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				OOC<div class="floatright"> (https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4mRzhBZ3GvU/XGQnu-GlaeI/AAAAAAAAFuk/y-UAS0dN7GMp6V8wCgcmbtlVvqRZ6UKjQCLcBGAs/s1600/nguyen-huong-giang-idol-02.jpg)</div>Time: Day 2 - Late Night<br>Location: Blaine's House<br><br>Characters<br>Blaine <br>Karen McConnel (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit#heading=h.kq2o5recxiic) - Human, Detective, Frank's gang killed her partner when she was in Patrol LVMPD<br>Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873) - <br>Melissa (maiden name), two kids<br>Four pups<br><br>Mechanics.<br>Frank owes Karen a debt (2nd debt), and Karen's going to help Melissa; <br>'owe an NPC a debt to Escape a Situation' - Melissa owes Frank.<br>A significant arrest would/will fulfill one of Frank's debts to Karen.<br>Melissa and the two kids are free - although someone will need to show up in Court in the morning.<br><br>Action:<br><br><hr>Melissa decided to place her faith and her fate in Nina's hands. It made for a very short night as Melissa had to be up at 5 AM to talk with the report. The interview was by Zoom, and Nina ensured that Melissa did not put on makeup. The result was a scared, tired woman talking about how a gang had broken down her door in the middle of the night. Melissa made a brief court appearance via Zoom. However, Melissa was there in person and dressed to the Nines. The case went as Melissa predicted, it was an open investigation, but the DA and police felt that Melissa was not a threat to the community and so should be released on her own recognizance. <br><br>Karen took down what little information Frank had about the Hell Hounds. The LVMPD now had a general BOLO for the Hell Hounds. However, there was no evidence to link them back to any crimes in Vegas. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>30-11-2022, 22:11:40</strong>
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				OOC<div class="floatright"> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dd/02/33/dd0233bb32ca50f97c2ff424a922219a.jpg)</div>Time: Day 3 - Early Evening<br>Location: The Pit, Taryn's club - Backroom<br><br>Characters<br>Taryn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br>Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873) - <br>Dr. Shannon Temple (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit#heading=h.izk8zb8v4dq7)<br><br>Mechanics.<br><br><br>Action:<br><br><hr>It was the end of a long and crazy day. Nina might have been a publicity-seeking lawyer, but she was true to her word. Melissa's day in court was all of five minutes as the prosecution agreed to release Melissa on her recognizance. The Judge complimented Melissa on conducting herself in such trying circumstances - a short hint to the prosecution that trying to charge her would not go well. Melissa was still hiding out at Blaine's place, but the pups were on the lookout for any of the Hell Hounds or other suspicious people.<br><br>However, the day's major news was the series of drone attacks in Las Vegas. Publicly, law enforcement was claiming it was terrorism. However, no group was officially claiming responsibility. However, Shannon explained to the two that the attacks were part of the move to take over control of the Fight Club. The drone attacks were likely targeted at other members of the Board of the Fight Club.<br><br><strong>"The attack on the Wizard's Tower at Camelot was aimed at the Dragon Lady. Although, I doubt that it succeeded. The attack on the car was probably aimed at Caeso. He is an old and powerful vampire, although an attack during the day with explosives might have gotten him. The other drone was close to the Fight Club; they were probably going after Jane and John."</strong> Shannon chuckled and ran her hand along Taryn's naked leg. <strong>"Except for you, I'd be one of the casualties for you. Equally telling is who was not targeted. Rusya, Yozhikov Ruslan Valentinovich - heads the local Bratva. Jerome Powel is the local head of Monster Hunters International, a cabal of Monster Hunters."</strong> <br><br>Shannon laughed, <strong>Rusya's use of the drones was masterful. He provides plausible deniability for a turf war between supernatural powers."</strong><br><br>Taryn's cell phone buzzed silently; looking at her phone, the call was from Lilith, Frank's daughter. It was usual in that Lilith seldom called, preferring texts. When Taryn answered the phone, Lilith pleaded, <strong>"Taryn, you gotta help me. My day told me not to go out, but this must-do rave was out in the desert. Now there's a bunch of guys on motorcycles looking for me at the Rave. They beat up the guy who brought me to the Rave and are now searching for me'"</strong><br><br><hr><div align="center">Sometimes it takes a Brick (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345659.0) <br>We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br>&nbsp;</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>01-12-2022, 01:37:49</strong>
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				Taryn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><br>Of course, legs weren't the only thing that Taryn and Shannon had been nakedly rubbing together. At least, before the others arrived. That had been good, for a while. But then, it was all introducing Sarah to Frank and getting him to agree to train her, one way or another, then having this meeting set up. One thing she really had to give to Shannon, she really knew how to make the best of a bad situation. Taryn's safe room had already been turned half into an office by the time she'd taken the others back to it. Fast enough to make her wonder if Shannon really was supernatural after all, despite the woman's insistence that she wasn't and all other indications of the contrary. <br><br>"Why, though?" she asked. "Oh, certainly, the club is important, but, not that important. No offence meant, of course. It's not the only neutral place in the city. Not nearly so. The fighting makes it unique, but... hmm... Usually, I would say that ownership didn't matter in this case. Again," she gave a small wave to Shannon. "But a monster hunter might well decide to shut it down. The fighting, with no outlet, would spill out into the streets, then. And thing would be unpleasant to say the least."<br><br>Taryn's phone vibrated, then, which was surprising all of its own. Few enough people had her most private address and the emergency code to make it actually notify her. And of those, all knew not to use them except under the most dire of circumstances. "Apologies, I have to take this," she said getting up and taking some steps away. "Hello, sweetie," she said. "You know you shouldn't contact me like this unless." She stopped and nodded a few times, then returned. "Frank, your daughter's in trouble," she said, tossing him the phone. "I imagine you will want to talk on the way about why she thought a demons should be the one she called first, rather than her father?" she suggested. "I apologize, but his really is an emergency," she added to Shannon. "I'll let my staff know that they are to provide you with anything you require, so please don't hesitate."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>06-12-2022, 16:59:45</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873)<br><strong>OOC:</strong> Just a reminder, Frank's daughters name is Lilly, not Lilith. <br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>Frank spent the meeting staring awkwardly off into the distance. The two women were certainly an alluring sight, but Frank's eyes were trained on the wall in the distance. He had a healthy appetite when it came to women and sex, but he also had a healthy distrust for the demon and her friend. He was not about to let his guard down and get distracted just because they decided to show some skin.<br><br>His face twisted in confusion as Taryn mentioned his daughter. Surely she was playing some sort of game to get under his skin... He had to clench his fists when she prodded him about her reasons for calling Taryn instead of her own father. Frank would do whatever he could to protect his kids, and once he was sure that Lilly would safe, he would certainly be speaking to Taryn about the subject of staying away from his daughter. Depending on his mood, he might even be kind enough to attempt to talk things out, before resorting to other methods.<br><br><strong>"Lilly?</strong> He said anxiously as he answered the phone. <br><br><strong>"What's going on?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>09-12-2022, 22:38:57</strong>
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				OOC<div class="floatright"> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fb/7a/64/fb7a64a77e2366610f48c711cf0abb31.jpg)</div>Time: Day 3 - Early Evening<br>Location: The Pit, Taryn's club - Backroom<br><br>Characters<br>Taryn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br>Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873) - <br>Dr. Shannon Temple (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit#heading=h.izk8zb8v4dq7)<br>Dannielle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)<br>Fiona (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16264287#msg16264287)<br><br>Mechanics.<br><br>Action:<br><br><hr><strong>"Daddy!"</strong> it was amazing the amount of emotion that was packed into that one word - embarrassment, shame, relief, love.<br><br><strong>"I screwed up, Daddy. Mom said I should stay on campus, but I got an invite to this cannot miss Rave out in the Desert. Only now, a bunch of guys with gang jackets are looking for me. They beat up Randy, the guy who brought me. I'm hiding from them in the desert, but I don't know how long before they find me. I know I fucked up. You can punish me, ground me for life, but get here before these guys find me. I'm scared."</strong><br><br>Frank glanced up from the phone to see two women entering The Pit. He recognized one of them - The Ice Queen, Fiona Fontaine. Frank already owed Fiona for the last time she had pulled his ass out of the fire. However, she was just the answer for anxious father.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><div align="center">Sometimes it takes a Brick (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345659.0) <br>We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>11-12-2022, 17:10:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>"So you understand, then? It's time to go, I think? You have a daughter to rescue, and me a lover. It wouldn't do, I think to be late to this party. Not even fashionably so." She got up and started heading out when a pair of women came in. "Ah, Fiona! Darling! It's good to see you!" she said. "I wish I could stay more and talk, but Frank has a daughter in need of rescue. Maybe you should come? We could talk on the way and it would stop any unsightly begging before it gets started."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>12-12-2022, 22:16:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>☐</td><td>Night:</td><td>☒</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☒</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☒</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>Taryn's sudden words just as Fiona came in caught the Huntress' attention, but then, Fiona was used to reacting quickly without much warning.&nbsp; The mention of the daughter added a touch of concerned frown to her features, and she gave a nod, spinning to follow with the others.<br><br>She didn't request an update, considering it obvious enough that she would need one, though a faint arch jumped onto one of her eyebrows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cute Bunny</strong> on <strong>14-12-2022, 16:03:43</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873)<br><strong>OOC:</strong> Just a reminder, Frank's daughters name is Lilly, not Lilith. <br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/g1EgKT8nI0V8TfaOP_wca2Z9TvJBAnb5HTzcNciXxxs.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=cba7b509b693df32faba6c20163acd64a630781e)</div>Frank stood up to leave in urgency, his face twisting into a grimace at Taryn's mention of the word lover. He would have to settle that later, but his first priority was making sure that Lilly was safe. <br><br>He barely noticed the two women entering, his mind focused on the important task at hand. He gave Fiona an unintelligible grunt in greeting as he walked by her. He wouldn't mind her help. God knows that she had pulled his ass out of the fire more times than you can count, but for this, it wasn't just something that he could pawn off onto someone else. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>14-12-2022, 22:04:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8d/0d/b7/8d0db796575cfcc5248dba07da8ac909.jpg)</div>OOC <br>Time: Day 3 - Early Evening<br>Location: A Rave somewhere in the Desert outside of Las Vegas <br><br>Characters<br>Taryn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br>Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873) - <br>Dannielle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)<br>Fiona (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16264287#msg16264287)<br><br>Mechanics.<br>Sorry, Lilly, not Lillith.<br>Remember that Frank has John's present in the back of his truck<br>I've taken the liberty of splitting the group into two vehicles - Fiona's car and Frank/s truck <br><br>Action:<br>This is a bit of a pause to let the players do things to prepare. Additionally, I need to know how Frank will try and track down Lily (e.g., call on the Phone).<br><br><br><hr>It was a tense ride out into the desert. Taryn had ended up riding with Frank while Danielle and Fiona followed in Fiona's car as Fiona wanted to ensure she had the tools at hand. Fortunately, Lilly had sent Frank a GPS pin. Unfortunately, she had hung up, so Frank was not quite sure what was happening. <br><br>The Rave appeared out of the desert, the lights and sounds visible and audible from miles away. However, the first signs of trouble showed up before the group even got to the Rave. At the entrance to the parking area, where someone had been collecting parking fees, there was a smashed vehicle and four unconscious bodies. It wasn't a stampede yet, but a steady stream of people ran for their cars. More bodies were at the rave entrance, several wearing Security T-Shirts. The band still played on the main stage, so the event had not descended into chaos yet. <br><br><hr><div align="center">We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>15-12-2022, 02:14:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>☐</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>As soon as Fiona got out from the vehicle, she first took the time to check over the area, ensuring that she recognized all the places from which an ambush would be best opportune so that she could be aware if something was going to happen.&nbsp; It was common enough practice.<br><br>Without details, her play was to keep her pistol concealed for the time being, follow Frank, and cover his lead.&nbsp; The more she took things in, the more she doubted anyone had any real idea what was going on yet, but the best way to get answers was to move forward.<br><br>However, after brief reconsideration with seeing the crowd fanning out, she decided to go back, get her MP5, and hide it in a duffle bag as she followed quickly back.&nbsp; It wouldn't slow her down much anyway, what with waiting to get past the mob running in the other direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>15-12-2022, 03:22:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>Taryn got out of the truck, too, and took out her phone, quickly putting in Lilly's contact. "Hello, darling. It's me again. We've just arrived now, me, Frank, some friends. We will rescue you, of course, if you would tell us where you are. The... oerson who's looking for you is quite unpleasant, I am given to understand. It is vital, I think you will agree, that we find you before he does." She had, of course, told Frank all about him while they were in the car. That and Frank's responsibility in the attack. "After that, I think some time in safety would be quite called for, yes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>18-12-2022, 21:50:18</strong>
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				"Silly man, bringing pussy to a Rumble"<br><div class="floatright"> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8d/0d/b7/8d0db796575cfcc5248dba07da8ac909.jpg)</div>OOC <br>Time: Day 3 - Early Evening<br>Location: A Rave in the Desert outside of Las Vegas <br><br>Characters<br>Taryn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br>Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873) - <br>Dannielle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)<br>Fiona (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16264287#msg16264287)<br><br>Mechanics.<br>Things have not spiraled to violence yet; characters are free to take most actions. Both groups are in the middle of a crowd. <br>Projectile weapons are likely to hit innocent bystanders.&nbsp; <br>Because of the crowd, there is an opportunity to escape<br><br>Action:<br><br><hr>It was chaos inside the fence of the Rave. Several generators chugged away, powering speakers and lights close to the stage. The music was directly proportional to the proximity to the stage. A line of porta potties had been set up, and tents were vending various food and drinks, including a wide variety of alcoholic beverages. The group noted several people passing through the crowd selling baggies with various pills and powders. <br><br>Large pools of dim light away from the vendors and the stage area. The crowd seemed to split into several groups. One group crowded the stage, forming a mosh pit of dancers. Farther back from them was a group watching the action on stage but not wanting to get sucked into the mosh pit. Further back were people who seemed to be using the Rave as a chance to socialize, and further back were those engaged with the vendors - buying, selling, and or consuming various items. Taryn wasn't sure, but she thought she saw a woman on her knees giving a guy a blow job. <br><br>Fiona assessed the scene with the eyes of a hunter (born, trained, and experienced). The chaos was ideal for a covert takedown with either knife or her suppressed Desert Eagle. However, using automatic weapons would result in many collateral casualties and a boatload of paperwork for Fiona.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Taryn, who had Lilly on speed dial, attempted to contact the young woman. The phone was answered, but the music from the band on stage, drowned out whatever Lilly wanted to say. However, the loud music indicated that Lilly was likely somewhere near the stage.<br><br>As the group headed towards the stage, the crowd pushed back and opened up, revealing a group of men clad in the motorcycle leather of the Hell Hounds. Frank recognized the leader as the one that had beaten up Frank at his garage only a few days ago.<br><br>Luc recognized Frank, <strong>"Ha old man; they told us the Marauders were a bunch of pussies. I didn't know they meant it literally"</strong> Luc gestured to the three women behind Frank. <strong>"After we kick your ass, we'll take them back to the hotel and have them pull a train."</strong> Luc laughed, <strong>"Just like your daughter."</strong><br><br><hr><div align="center">We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>19-12-2022, 03:13:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>☐</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>Fiona walked along as she made note of the crowd.&nbsp; In all likelihood, the MP5 wasn't going to be any use in this situation...at least, not in the conventional way of using the weapon.<br><br>As someone came out and threatened Frank, Fiona measured him over, looking for weaknesses and exploitable flaws.&nbsp; Threats to herself didn't even register half the time anymore; they had to be creative and interesting to say something that she hadn't already heard.&nbsp; Sometimes they made her crack a smile, like when one vampire who was a few centuries too old and out of style had actually said he wanted to squash her like a bug.&nbsp; Rarely, though, was she truly distracted.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Watch Them Closely: 9</div><div class="spoiler_body">Watch Them Closely<br><br>When you closely observe a supernatural person or creature, roll with Blood. On a hit, the MC will tell you a bit about their nature and at least one unusual weakness or flaw; take +1 ongoing when you take advantage of these unique vulnerabilities. On a 10+, ask a followup question, the MC will answer it honestly. On a miss, someone takes advantage of your diverted attention and acts against you before you see it coming.<br><br>1+6+2=9<br><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>19-12-2022, 21:59:06</strong>
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				OOC<br><br>Mechanics:<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Fiona realizes that the werewolves cannot publicly transform without repercussions. This negates their supernatural benefits.</li><li>Fiona is sure that Law Enforcement is likely on its way. Fiona can use her badge, while the Hell Hounds will likely be arrested on assault charges.</li><li>+1 On-going to the extent Fiona can use her Law Enforcement credentials against the Hell Hounds.</li></ul><br>This is just the results of Fiona's Watch Them closely.<br><br><hr>Fiona was a woman who walked - make that patrolled - both sides of the grey line that separated the mundane and the supernatural. Additionally, the Hunter knew her various prey well. A werewolf was formidable; a pack usually required a skilled team. However, Werewolves were most formidable when they could change. In human form, they were only slightly stronger and faster than humans. Advantages that were offset by the general lack of training. However, changing in a public venue like this would raise the ire of the broader supernatural community. A community that still remembered the Inquisition, when supernatural creatures were openly hunted.<br><br>Also, these idiots had already committed several crimes publicly. Likely calls and iPhone videos were already on their way to the Rave, it would take a while, but these guys were on the clock, needing to leave before a sufficiently strong presence showed up. Finally, Fiona was a Law Enforcement Officer. She could legally arrest - or at least attempt to arrest these idiots. These guys might not realize it, but they were in a countdown to bad things happening.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>19-12-2022, 23:45:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>Taryn certainly was in favour of the blowjob she happened to witness. Really, she felt like this sort of event could use more of that. Maybe an orgy or two. What was the point in having so many bodies all pressed together otherwise. In any case, she ignored Luc's provocations to walk into the crowd. If Lilly was near the stage, then that was where she had to be, too. She did her best, too, to try to avoid bringing his attention to her. She didn't have much hope for it, but if he didn't think she was with Frank, it might open up an opportunity to get Lilly out without too much notice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>22-12-2022, 21:07:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Monsterpoh06.jpg)<br><div align="center">Danielle - Oracle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)</div></div><em>OOC: Danielle received a foretelling, someone with get killed protecting Evan.<br>She has tried to Let It Out to twist the strands of fate to hinder Luc or any other Hell Hound, but may need help.</em><br><hr><span class="bbc_u">Yesterday, at the Bookshop...</span><br><br>There was no denying that Danielle felt seen by Ryan. It was more than the physical consideration. Given their earlier intimacy, there was some type of unseen connection between them. She tried to hide a blush as she and Fiona walked in. Danielle went for the pouch on the table and opened it, pulling from it a crystal ball the size of a baseball. It wasn't your run-of-the-mill crystal balls used by real and fake psychics alike. It was more like a giant marble, where there was an exterior clear sphere surrounding a rough cut crystal of pure white minerals. She held it up, finding that it did not reflect ambient light, as it would only reflect the radiance of this other artifact that would be needed.<br><br>Ryan did not have any knowledge of the armor of light's whereabouts, but he did have connections to someone who had knowledge of how to find it. This Dragon Lady that Ryan mentioned seemed to have a working relationship with him, swapping matters between them. He even arranged for them to meet at The Pit, which was a place Danielle was familiar with, but didn't exactly frequent.<br><br>When her phone rang, she excused herself from Fiona and Ryan. The caller ID was from Evan and with a smile, she answered it. Her smile disappeared when she heard the gravelly voice of Gareth, the groundskeeper who tended with Danielle's little cottage. He even fed the cat when she was away, though was told to keep well away from the garden of orchids. Her heart sank when she heard Evan had been injured. And thus the resort was in turmoil. Who knew what chaos was going on at Wonderland? Danielle did not need to answer. What news that Gareth had delivered had taken any contributory words out of Danielle's mouth.<br><br>She was quiet for the rest of the day and it was obvious to Fiona that something was wrong. If she asked, Danielle gave her the news in a quiet manner. She gave her the notion that she didn't want to expound on the topic. There was no use dwelling in conjecture and speculation of what went down. As Gareth had said, this matter was not something Danielle should focus on. It was this armor of light, the very protection that Evan needed against the Lord of Shadow and Blood.<br><br>Time was of the essense and the sooner they could get the whereabouts of this armor of light or at least a way to find it, the better. While Danielle would like to rest from today, right now was no time to lounge about. She changed out of her outfit at Camilla's camper truck and into something more formal, though the white two-piece and the lace-like jacket was more suited for something like Coachella.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Later, at the Pit</span><br><br>Danielle walked behind Fiona and would have stayed unseen, letting the hunter be recognized by the people immediately inside. While they were there for the Dragon Lady, there was some matter preventing them from actually meeting, something regarding someone's daughter at a Rave out in the desert. While it did not pertain to Evan, the LSB, or the Dragon Lady, it did sound serious enough to postpone their meeting and ride out to the spot. And while Danielle would have stuck around, she found being with Fiona was much better than trying to do thing alone.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Later, riding out into the desert to a Rave...</span><br><br>Danielle had never been to a desert Rave before, though the sights of it being like a beacon in the darkness was akin to the mass ritual bonfires the Native Tribes had in the desert. With today's technology, such a sight could even be heard miles away. As they got closer, Danielle spotted something wrong at the entrance of the parking area. Such an event would have people flocking towards the lights, but the sight Danielle had seen was the opposite. There were people running to their cars. Not only that, there were unconscious bodies strewn about, some of them with security uniforms. The band on stage seemed too in-the-moment of their set, so whatever happened here did not spread into the venue just yet.<br><br>Fiona got out of the car, but Danielle decided to stay put and watch from the safety of her seat. Then she got a wild itching on her forearms, too much for her to scratch away. Her eyes went white and she got a vision.<br><br><em>She saw Evan in the midst of chaos and confusion. It reminded her of her earlier vision where he was attacked by an unseen assailant. The only difference was this looked more real. And Evan didn't seem debilitated as he was in the first vision. His injury was no seen, but he was still breathing. Evan's name was being called, as if to alert the half-fae to a incoming danger. Evan's eyes widened, probably witnessing the very danger the other alerting him to and before that danger could lay a blow, a person had jumped into the line of fire, absorbing the attack that would have killed Evan. Then the vision lifted...</em><br><br>When Danielle came to, Fiona was on her way back to the car, opening her trunk for more equipment. When she reappeared, she had a duffel bag with her with something inside, considering the weight that pull down on her shoulder.<br><br>Taryn got out of the truck parked right next to Fiona's car. Danielle spotted a phone being brought to her ear. Lilly was who they were looking for, the daughter of Frank, who was with them. He looked like he had been in many fights and it was his quick-thinking that got them on the trail to find his Lilly at this Rave. Considering the phone call at the Pit, she was already in danger. At the time, the danger was unknown, but now, taking the bodies laying about in the parking area in account, the danger seemed to be present and on its way into the venue.<br><br>Danielle overheard that there was someone looking for Lilly, but who this person was was an unknown to Danielle at this time. There was only so much she could do stuck in Fiona's car. Knowing there were dangers at this Rave and considering that their focus was actually not on her, Danielle got out and joined the group, though stayed behind those with weapons. She got the lay of the land, meaning the arrangement of the crowd who had yet to know that there were dangers lurking about. There was a mosh pit closest to the stage. The grouping behind it were mostly onlookers who wished to not get tangled up in the mosh pit. Vendors were farther back, where attendees were conducting business in exchange for food, drinks, and merch. There were some soliciting people on the outskirts conducting business in more illicit goods. And like Taryn, she thought she saw a girl on knees giving a guy a blowjob. She couldn't determine the purpose of this act, whether it was to barter for some goods she couldn't afford or it was totally out of lust.<br><br>Frank had moved closer to the stage and in the crowd, Danielle spotted a group of men in motorcycle leather. Since she was more closer to the crowd of onlookers watching the mosh pit, she couldn't determine that the men belonged to the Hell Hounds. It was even more difficult if they were of the same Hell Hounds she had command over earlier at Hidden Valley.<br><br>Danielle spotted Taryn slip out to the side where a wall of ravers seemed to block the sight of her from the Hell Hounds in the crowd. A minute or so later, Taryn had emerged from the mosh pit with a college-aged girl. With Frank engaged in the confrontation, he would be not available to aid in Taryn and Lilly's escape from the venue at the moment. Fiona seemed engaged as well, so pulling her out of this seemed unlikely. Danielle had been seen, so any decision to slip away would have been a move of cowardice and encourage the group to act on it. She wondered if she could try to twist fate for the leather-clad men before her. In her pocket, she was now swirling the benwa balls that she had found earlier when she returned to the Bookshop, their minute resonance triggering her Oracle powers...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>24-12-2022, 21:51:45</strong>
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				OOC <br>"Silly man, bringing pussy to a Rumble."<br><div class="floatright"> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8d/0d/b7/8d0db796575cfcc5248dba07da8ac909.jpg)</div><br>Time: Day 3 - Early Evening<br>Location: A Rave in the Desert outside of Las Vegas <br>Fiona and Frank - facing off against a group of Hell Hounds at the edge of the Mosh Pit<br>Danielle -? <br>Taryn has found/is with Lilly and is moving from the Mosh Pit toward the Vendor area.<br><br>Characters<br>Taryn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br>Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873) - <br>Dannielle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)<br>Fiona (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16264287#msg16264287)<br><br>Mechanics.<br>Fiona - Watch Them Closely 9 +1 Ongoing to use her Law Enforcement Status and Knowledge against Hell Hounds<br><br>Danielle - <br>6 to Let it Out...<br><br>Frank (as an NPC): Try Persuasion to get the Hell Hounds to back down - unsuccessful.<br>Note: Frank has I'm too old for this +1 ongoing to escape and +1 armor.<br><br>Taryn - <br>1) Avoid further entanglement &gt; the Hell Hounds aren’t aware of Taryn, <br>2) You create an opportunity &gt; Taryn and Lilly can escape the Hell Hounds, although Taryn needs a vehicle to leave the Rave.<br>3) expose a weakness or flaw. If you agree, Taryn realizes that the bikes parked in the parking area belonging to the Hell Hounds. <br><br>Hell Hounds are 'Turning to Blood'. They act as one group but get +1 armor and +1 damage. So, 1-Armor and +3 damage. Fiona gets to roll Blood to determine the outcome. Other players can take a move to help or to attempt to escape<br><br>Older Notes: <br>Things have not spiraled to violence yet; characters are free to take most actions. Both groups are in the middle of a crowd. <br>Projectile weapons are likely to hit innocent bystanders.&nbsp; <br>Because of the crowd, there is an opportunity to escape.<br><br><hr>Taryn slipped away in the confusion of the Rave and the Mosh Pit. The Imp headed toward the stage, where the Music was coming from her phone. Taryn sent a simple "Here" text to Lilly's phone. As Taryn got closer, a scantily clad figure sporting long blue hair - a wig -dropped from the framework holding the stage up to the ground. The figure scrambled out from under the stage, frantically looking around. Taryn realized it was Lilly, and the young woman recognized Taryn at about the same time. Lilly embraced Taryn, almost knocking the Imp down. Lilly's kiss was frantic but brief. Between the sound and the dancers in the Mosh Pit, the two could not communicate verbally. However, Lilly gratefully hung onto Taryn's hand and followed the Imp out of the Mosh Pit, screening their sight from the Hell Hounds with other spectators.<br><br>Danielle grasped her Ben Wa Balls and focused her Oracular powers on the tableau unfolding before her. The Oracle attempted to twist the strands of Fate to hinder look, but as they say, Fate is a fickle Mistress. Danielle's effort appeared to have encouraged rather than delayed the Hell Hounds. <br><br>Frank attempted to defuse the situation, <strong>"Ah guys; this isn't the time or place to rumble. In public, you're going to bring the cops down on us."</strong><br><br>However, this seemed to incense Luc, <strong>"You fracking coward. You could never face my Dad face to face. Instead, you blew him up. Take'em guys."</strong> The Hell Hounds rush towards Fiona and Frank, pulling out improvised weapons - bats, chains, knives - as they charge the pair.<br><br><hr><div align="center">We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>24-12-2022, 22:49:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>☐</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>Fiona did ask if Danielle was okay, but when Danielle didn't want to expound upon things further, she gave a simple nod and left things be.&nbsp; Everyone dealt with matters in their own way, and Fiona further knew that she wasn't one to have warm, sympathetic words that would somehow make everything okay.<br><br><hr><br>Plenty of things were wrong about the movies, but about the natural and the supernatural, such that they were usually seen as jokes.&nbsp; For all the mistakes about garlic and the like, though, too many action movies had women throwing punches at men twice their size and suddenly bowling them over.&nbsp; It looked so ridiculous as to only add to stereotypes by making such actions a comedic event.<br><br>Fiona had enough training to know the proper tactics, since judo and other soft martial arts could far more easily use the strength and speed of the enemy against him, and even when she brought the Desert Eagle into hand, she still had her elbow free to let loose a strike.&nbsp; Once he was on the ground before her, she brought up the gun to his head, an effortless warning of how easy it would be to finish him off if he tried to struggle.<br><br>"A few friendly tips," she said, pulling the badge with her off hand to show him.&nbsp; She needed both hands to aim the pistol with any accuracy, but she wouldn't miss him from a few inches away even with one.&nbsp; "First, never assume the cops aren't <em>already</em> here.&nbsp; Quite a few are more than happy to let you confess all sorts of crimes when you think you have the upper hand."&nbsp; After letting him and his friends see the DHS badge, she put it away to ensure she had both hands on the gun.<br><br>Fiona had more to say, but the question was whether they'd give her time to talk.&nbsp; After all, time was burning on her side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>26-12-2022, 21:53:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>Taryn took some time to kiss and grope Lilly. Such a beautiful, pliable woman she was, se eager to taste the pleasures the world had to offer. How could an imp like her resist such temptations? Or resist giving temptations of her own in turn? But right now, of course, one of her favourite lovers and playthings was in danger of being taken by another. This would simply not do! So Taryn took her hand and started leading her back towards the group, maybe hoping to slip past them again, but noticed, not that it was hard, that fighting had started there already. But also, not far from where they were were a group of bikes that just had to belong to the Hell Hounds. A bit of an opportunity for them, perhaps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>27-12-2022, 21:33:52</strong>
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				OOC <br>"Who was that brick wall I ran into "<br><div class="floatright"> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8d/0d/b7/8d0db796575cfcc5248dba07da8ac909.jpg)</div><br>Time: Day 3 - Early Evening<br>Location: A Rave in the Desert outside of Las Vegas <br>Fiona and Frank - facing off against a group of Hell Hounds at the edge of the Mosh Pit<br>Danielle -? <br>Taryn and Lilly are in the parking lot attempting to hot wire one of the Hell Hounds motorcycles<br><br>Characters<br>Taryn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br>Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873) - <br>Dannielle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)<br>Fiona (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16264287#msg16264287)<br><br>Mechanics.<br>Fiona - Blood 9, damage is non-injuring. However, several the group has Faint Injuries<br><br>Danielle - ?<br><br><br>Frank (as an NPC): Try Persuasion to get the Hell Hounds to back down - unsuccessful.<br>Note: Frank has I'm too old for this +1 ongoing to escape and +1 armor.<br><br>Taryn - Hot Wire a bike, 6, but with Lilly's help 7. Note for narrative purposes, Lilly is doing the hot wiring <br>1) Avoid further entanglement &gt; the Hell Hounds aren’t aware of Taryn, <br>2) You create an opportunity &gt; Taryn and Lilly can escape the Hell Hounds, although Taryn needs a vehicle to leave the Rave.<br>3) expose a weakness or flaw. If you agree, Taryn realizes that the bikes parked in the parking area belonging to the Hell Hounds. <br><br><hr><strong>In the Mosh Pit</strong><br><br>"How did the old saying go? Never bring amateurs to a professional fight," thought Frank as he watched Fiona wade through the group of Hell Hounds.<br><br>Fiona slid through the group of Hell Hounds, punching, kicking, and pistol-whipping several of them. One guy got in a good shot with a led pipe, but it didn't seem to slow Fiona down. What did bring the fight to a stop was the sight of Luc face up on his back, staring down the barrel of Fiona's .50 cal Desert Eagle.<br><br>A damp spot appeared in the crotch of Luc's trousers as the mouthy werewolf screamed out in terror. <strong> Back off! Back off! Don't provoke her.</strong> and then to Fiona, <strong>"All right. You win. We're leaving. No reason for anyone to get hurt."</strong><br><br>In the distance, there was the faint sound of a siren.<br><br><hr><strong>In the parking lot. </strong><br><br>Lilly proved to be her father's daughter; her micro purse included not only a compact and a condom but also a multi-tool that she used to hot-wire the motorcycle. As Taryn and Lilly mounted the motorcycle, the first of several police cars drove into the parking lot, lights flashing. The path out the road was blocked, but Taryn and Lilly could risk driving out into the desert and then trying to get back on the Highway.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><div align="center">We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br></div>[/quote]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>27-12-2022, 21:52:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Monsterpoh06.jpg)<br><div align="center">Danielle - Oracle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)</div></div><em>OOC: Danielle received a foretelling, someone will get killed protecting Evan. | She has a mixed success splitting the group of Hell Hounds, leaving them in confusion and avoiding further entanglement. | She has left her jacket in the fray.</em><br><hr>Danielle waded into the moshpit following Fiona. As her outburst started with Luc and the men around him, Danielle dashed to the side, catching the attention of the other two Hell Hounds. She had a serious face and in her swiftness, she was able to pickpocket one guy's phone. Her proximity to the guy enabled him to grab at her lace jacket, but she did that finesse where she would effectively disrobe, her arms slipping out of the sleeves of her jacket, leaving it with the Hell Hound. She would have to drop the phone in the process so she could disappear into the crowd. Luckily, she only felt herself being pushed into people lost in the booming sound of the music and she had avoided being punched. It was a struggle to get to the other side of the crowd, but after a few minutes of pushing back and wiggling through people, she was out. Her pursuers seemed to have much less luck. As she made a beeline to the parking lot, she saw the flashing red and blue lights of police cars arriving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>28-12-2022, 02:03:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>"Good girl," Taryn praised Lilly, with a grope of her ass. "Now, let's get out of here." She sat on the motorcycle, letting Lilly join her before starting it up. Police cars arrived then. She didn't know what they were there for, not exactly, though she could hazard a guess, but she had no intention of staying around near where the people who were after Lilly were. So she cranked the throttle and rode off into the desert, hoping to find her way back onto the highway. From there, it should be a quick ride to the Tar Pit, where she would be safe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>31-12-2022, 00:17:09</strong>
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				OOC <br>Who was that brick wall I ran into "<br><div class="floatright"> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8d/0d/b7/8d0db796575cfcc5248dba07da8ac909.jpg)</div><br>Time: Day 3 - Early Evening<br>Location: A Rave in the Desert outside of Las Vegas <br>Fiona and Frank - facing off against a group of Hell Hounds at the edge of the Mosh Pit<br>Danielle - waiting for Fiona <br>Taryn and Lilly are on the bike head back to the club<br><br>Characters<br>Taryn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br>Frank Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258873#msg16258873) - <br>Dannielle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)<br>Fiona (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16264287#msg16264287)<br><br>Mechanics.<br>Fiona - 7 put a Face to a Name<br>Danielle - ?<br>Taryn - <br><br>Frank (as an NPC): Try Persuasion to get the Hell Hounds to back down - unsuccessful.<br>Note: Frank has I'm too old for this +1 ongoing to escape and +1 armor.<br><br><hr><strong>The Rave Parking Lot</strong><br><br>Fiona recognized the Senior Officer on the scene by reputation. Frank has a bit more 'personal' relationship with Lieutenant McConnel. Fiona has heard that Lt. Karen McConnel is a hard-charging officer who worked her way up the ranks in LVMPD. She was recently under suspicion for excessive force and gay bashing. She got off on all charges but wound up having to come out of the closet as - well, what do call it when a woman has a transgendered girlfriend. <br><br>Karen looked at Frank and laughed, <strong>"I should have known. As soon as the call came in about Hell Hounds beating up people at the Rave. I should haul your ass in on general principles, except that Nina would have me up for harassment."</strong><br><br>Karen was a bit - only a bit - more respectful with Fiona. <strong>"Well, Agent Fontaine. I'm glad that you were here. These Hell Hounds have been on a bit of a rampage in Vegas. They might have gotten away if you hadn't been here."</strong> Karen paused briefly, debating whether to go further. <strong>"I'm assuming that all the Feds are working overtime handling those terrorist drone attacks. Are they linked to the Hell Hounds?"</strong><br><br>Frank stood there awkwardly. He didn't want to piss off Detective McConnel, and he remembered the chest in the back of his truck. How likely would John give him something illegal as a weapon? How likely would something legal get him out of a fight with some werewolves?<br><br>Finally, Karen smiled at Fiona, <strong>"I'm sure you've got better things to do than stand around while we do paperwork. You can give me your card and take off. I call if we need your statement or if some idiot wants to make a point of charging excessive force."</strong><br><br><hr><strong>At Gas Station</strong><br><br>Taryn and Lilly cut cross country and were beyond the police cordon. After being on the highway a bit, Lilly had Taryn pull over. The young woman faced Taryn; she bounced from one foot to the other several times, <strong>"Fuck Taryn. I don't know how to put this. You're hot."</strong> She smiled, <strong>"I don't know how much is really good sex and how much is knowing it will pull my Dad's chain. I didn't plan on this being serious, and you don't seem to be a one-person woman."</strong> <br><br>Lilly sighed and got serious. <strong>"I thought that Dad was out of this shit, and even if he wasn't, Mom had left him. Now, I find that I'm in the crapper. I don't want to be a Marauder groupie, but tonight has taught me I can't go it alone."</strong> Lilly bit her lip, <strong>"So, I want to be part of your group, whatever the hell it is - gang, coven, pack or whatever. I want your protection and will do whatever you need me to do. I prefer a stand-up job to one where I earn my pay on my back, but I'll take whatever I can get."</strong><br><br><hr><div align="center">We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>31-12-2022, 01:33:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>"I'm not a one-person kind of woman, of course," Taryn agreed. "I believe that I've made this quite clear so far? If not, that was certainly a lack on my part. Though of course, simply because I allow myself to enjoy... much of what this realm has to offer doesn't mean that I can't because serious about one person. Or more than one, perhaps. You, perhaps, are someone with whom I could feel that way about, but you would have to take care. A demon's love is not the same as a human's. And though you've only had a taste of the hidden side of this town so far, going so far with me will mean stepping into it completely. This means more than the taste you've been having, the spice to your mundane life. Step over this line and you won't be able to return, no matter how much you might grow to wish for it."<br><br>At Lilly's request, Taryn caressed her cheek. "If that's what you want, then it's easy enough. I can put you in front, bartender, waitress, janitorial staff, technical support... there's plenty to be done depending on your desires and aptitudes. And the only time you'll need to be on your back is so that I can make you moan in just the ways I know you love to have me do. And if and when you feel ready to step fully into my world... well, then, the back will be ready for you as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>31-12-2022, 02:25:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>X</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>"Second, if you're going to whine about a fair fight, don't bring three people on an old man and a woman you assume is utterly defenseless.&nbsp; Not only does it make you look like a hypocrite, it makes it far less likely that anyone is going to feel in a sympathetic mood if you decide to start blubbering about how sorry you are.&nbsp; Third - this is the important one - if you're going to do shit that can get the cops on you in the first place, make very sure that your own howling superiors are extremely certain that you won't try to pull something while in the slammer, and won't have you put down like rabid dogs well before your court date in order to keep their secrets.&nbsp; Too many naughty puppies can't handle themselves under the stress of being made someone's bitch, and none of you seem all that calm and composed to me."<br><br>It was probably well too late to give that last hint, but then, they could find out for themselves how things went.<br><br><hr><br>When asked about her role in things, she gave a simple nod, but no smile, as usual.&nbsp; "Frank has a much more thorough understanding of the situation than I do."&nbsp; She gave a quick description of Luc.&nbsp; "He attacked, I stopped him, I drew my weapon in order to ensure his compliance, but never fired it."&nbsp; She offered the Desert Eagle for proof so that it could be checked in order to back up her story.<br><br>Fiona also gave over her card without complaint, and answered any other pertinent questions, but she was happy not to deal with all the paperwork.<br><br>Somewhere along the line, she'd lost track of Taryn, but Danielle got a nod, asking by body language if she was okay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>31-12-2022, 22:47:19</strong>
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				OOC <br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/66/45/48/66454871748b54d8ade00102b8576933.jpg)</div>Time: Day 3 - Late Evening<br>Location: A Gas Station and the Pit&nbsp; <br>Taryn and Lilly at a Gas Station<br>Dannielle, Fiona, and Taryn at The Pit<br><br>Characters<br>Taryn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br>Dannielle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)<br>Fiona (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16264287#msg16264287)<br><br>Mechanics<br>Lilly owes Taryn a debt. There's an option if Taryn wants to consider it a moment of intimacy.<br><br><hr><strong>At Gas Station</strong><br><br>Lilly hugged and kissed Taryn, <strong>"You are the best. I will do everything I can to make you proud of me. I want to rotate through various jobs to be a floater and work wherever you need me. Also, I'm going to change my major to Hospitality Management. Eventually, I'll be able to help you run the place or even open up a place of my own."</strong> Lilly paused and sighed, <strong>"I know that this is a big ask, but I want to learn how to fight. I'm not planning on taking on a bunch of gang-bangers like went hunting for me at the Rave, but I want to be able to hold up my end in a fight."</strong><br><br><hr><strong>At the Pit</strong><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/38/5a/20/385a20f8e88b627eb63ffe56d8cfdc29.jpg)</div><br>Fionna and Dannielle rolled into The Pit parking lot. The lot was busy despite or maybe because of the day's events. A large stretch limousine was sitting in the lot with a heavyset Asian man leaning against it. In itself, not an unusual sight, but Fiona looked at the limousine sitting on its tires and deduced that it was armored. Similarly, Fiona could tell that the Asian man was wearing body armor and packing either a large pistol or a small machine gun. <br><br>Taryn led the group through the side entrance. They were met by Taryn's Chef, <strong>"Boss, Jane got in shortly after you left. She took over the game room and ordered a bunch of appetizers and booze. Shortly after that, an old Chinese woman and, a little later, a young redheaded metro-sexual type showed up using the side entrance. Jane met them and took them back."</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Taryn led the group towards the Game Room - a room set up for high-stakes card games. As they entered the antechamber to the game room, they came upon John, Jane's bodyguard and boy toy, sparing with Sarah, aka Red, Taryn's project. John was showing Sarah how to fight with a stick and knife. Lilly saw the scene and called out, <strong>"Cool, Can I play?"</strong><br><br>Jane led the group into the game room to find four people seated around a table - Jane, Ryan (The Wizard and Metrosexual Redhead), Shannon Temple, and an old Chinese woman dressed in a traditional Hanfu.<br><br>The table had a collection of Mahjong tiles spread out on it. Each player had a pile of gems and Jewels in front of them. As Danielle entered the room, Ryan stood with a goofy smile and said, <strong>"Danielle, what a pleasant surprise."</strong> Either the Wizard had forgotten he had sent her here earlier or was happy to see her.<br><br>The old Chinese woman was smoking a cigar but had a small personal air filter that sucked in the smoke. The woman looked up over her major tiles speculatively and then asked Jane cryptically, <strong>"Do you think they're up to the task?"</strong> <br><br><hr><div align="center">We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>01-01-2023, 01:41:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>"Oh, an ambitious girl. I like it!" Taryn said. "Alright, I'll be working you hard, then, showing you every dirty position the Tar Pit has to offer. You best be ready to be a lot of people's assistants, though. And if you do a good job, an excellent job, even, I might even give you a chance to impress me in management. But just be aware, just because I like you, just because I bed you, even if you choose to become serious with me, you will not get special treatments in those matters. Ambitious as you are, I doubt that you'd wish for them in any case. And as for fighting, you're in luck. There already is someone I'm attempting to get trained. You will join her. Though, as I am intending to send her to Frank for some of her training, I will expect you to gain his approval as well.<br><br>With that said, Taryn and Lilly were soon back at the Pit, with Taryn being appraised of the situation. "Very well," she said, I'll handle it, she said, before heading that way, meeting John and Sarah on the way. "John, Sarah, this is Lilly. She wants to learn to fight. If you'll teach her while you teach Sarah, she'll do whatever you ask, fetching towels, training partner or anything else you need." She shot a look at Lilly, daring her to contradict this, knowing that if she did, she'd likely not get given another teacher so easily. "Later, we will have to find you something more proper to wear. It will be your decision, of course, whether it will be one that fits you or whether you will be the one to fit it."<br><br>In any case, Lilly couldn't follow as she went into the next room, the stakes there still too high for the young mortal. "So, then, I heard I had a number of high roller who had taken over one of my rooms. But I didn't expect such illustrious company. I hope everything has been to your liking thus far? The premises, the drinks, the employees?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>01-01-2023, 13:48:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Monsterpoh06.jpg)<br><div align="center">Danielle - Oracle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)</div></div><em>OOC: Danielle received a foretelling, someone will get killed protecting Evan. | She has left her jacket in the fray.</em><br><hr><span class="bbc_u">Rave parking lot...</span><br><br>The concert raged on even with the red and blue flashing lights dancing about the parked cars. It was as if the police lights had added to the many other lights illuminating the venue. There were some paramedics tending to those who were unconscious at the scene, with some getting treated and some being taken away in ambulances. She spotted some of the Hell Hounds being arrested and detained in squad cars while officers stood around. One seemed to be speaking to a female officer as well. Danielle hung back and took her time getting back to Fiona's car. If anybody asked why she would be hanging around the agent's vehicle, she'd say that she was Fiona's ride-along.<br><br>After the pleasantries were exchanged, Danielle found it convenient to leisurely lean against the side of the car as Fiona returned. She got a nod from the woman, a silent query into if she was okay. <strong>"I'm alright,"</strong> she said, <strong>"I might need to buy another jacket, but I'm good. Maybe later, you could show me some moves."</strong> Her mind somewhat went to that scene with Chris Tucker and Rush Hour with a backing track from the band War.<br><br>She got into the car and they drove back to the Pit.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">At The Pit...</span><br><br>The limousine caught Danielle's eye to, but she had no clue what other properties it had other than its peculiar location in the lot with a heavy-set Asian man standing near it. She got out of the car and walked with Fiona into the club. They regrouped with Taryn and the one they seemed to have lifted from distress back at the rave. Lilly was her name? They were led to a side entrance, given that the front door had a queue lined up outside. A bunch of names were dropped as Taryn led the group from the side entrance to the game room, in the antechamber a couple were sparring. It seemed they paid Lilly no mind, even as she responded naively. Danielle chose to stay quiet and observe the side from the side. She knew they were originally here to meet with the Dragon Lady, when they were interrupted by a favor that needed to be fulfilled.<br><br>Lilly was left in the antechamber while the rest of the group was led into the game room proper. There was table with four individuals playing what looked to be mahjong. One of these Danielle recognized and upon their entrance into the room, the redheaded Wizard greeted. Unashamedly, Danielle waved towards Ryan awkwardly. The loudest of the four Danielle assumed was Jane, as she was the one eating the appetizers that the chef said was ordered by her. The third was quieter, but the last, an old Chinese woman dressed in traditional garments, was especially quiet, so much that if she had a trick up her sleeve, figuratively or physically, Danielle wouldn't be able to guess if she had done it or not. She didn't even register that she had spoken after taking a puff of her cigar. If she were to guess, Danielle would say that she was the Dragon lady in question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>01-01-2023, 17:01:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>X</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>Driving back gave Fiona plenty of time to talk, so even if she wasn't explaining moves, she could give various perspectives on fighting.&nbsp; "You already know that a lot of what we see in the movies doesn't work in the real world," she said.&nbsp; "A lot of boys want to see a good fight the same way a lot of girls just want a sappy romance, so they write stories to turn out that way, and in the same way that that man in the romcom that the protagonist hates will just happen to keep showing up in her life, an accommodating stuntman can appear to get knocked over by a woman half his size.&nbsp; In reality, mass and size are so important in a fight that boxers get categorized by weight in order to make matches reasonably fair.&nbsp; Therefore, what often happens is that women who want to learn self-defense find out how difficult it actually is, get discouraged, and quit."<br><br>Fiona couldn't make much eye contact while driving, but she tossed a glance while at a stop sign.&nbsp; "Your best bet is some of the soft martial arts, such as judo, where you use the force of the enemy against them.&nbsp; You're not going to take out a ten foot werewolf with a flying kick, but you have a much lower center of gravity and can put one on the ground if they're off balance because they just attacked.&nbsp; That's not easy either, but it's doable."<br><br>She considered a bit before adding, "You've probably heard of S.I.N.G., Solar Plexus, Instep, Nose, Groin.&nbsp; On the one hand, fighting dirty is viable enough.&nbsp; If you absolutely have to take someone down, there's no honor on the streets, but a man's not going to drop just because you kicked him in the jewels.&nbsp; In my experience, it's just going to make him angry enough to start fighting dirty as well, and then he's going to grab your long hair and other shit you don't want."<br><br>Memories flashed through Fiona's eyes as she did her best to transmit decades of experience into simple explanation.&nbsp; "Ideally, and I know this is counterintuitive, your best bet is to make a show of showing restraint during a fight.&nbsp; When you can tell someone is doing their absolute best to kill you, you know they can't do any worse.&nbsp; You may have seen movies where a gunfighter has his gun in the holster, keeps quick-drawing it, and then putting it away, letting the enemy know he can outdraw them any time he wants if they actually go for the gun, so that he can keep punching them.&nbsp; If you beat up a guy, it's not a big deal, but if you kill Bob the Vampire, all the other vampires will know that you killed Bob, even if you were doing it in self-defense."<br><br>At a red light, she looked over to Danielle.&nbsp; "If I were to give a suggestion, I'd see what your visions tell you about a particular individual.&nbsp; Maybe you know that they have a mom, a sister, a girlfriend, or whatever, and her name.&nbsp; You can't just threaten that person, or they'll just go after you all the more to protect a loved one, but there's plenty you can say to take the fight out of someone.&nbsp; 'Marsha has been begging you to quit this life of crime.'&nbsp; You understand your powers better than I do, but if you can get them to feel remorse, guilt, or something other than anger, it'll do a lot more to stopping a fight than throwing a punch.&nbsp; 'I thought you didn't want to be like your father.'"<br><br>Raising a hand for a moment before the light turned green and she focused attention on the road and both hands on the wheel, she said, "Really, though, if you want a means of self-defense, I'd either recommend garlic-laced pepper spray or a gun.&nbsp; People counter that a weapon can be taken away from you and used against you, but that means knowing to keep your distance from an assailant, and that's assuming they didn't bring their own and aren't using their own claws or fangs anyway.&nbsp; A concealed carry weapons permit for Nevada means going through an approved course in firearms safety; I'm not sure on the specifics, but I imagine Evan will help with any other bureaucracy if you decide you want one."&nbsp; Her tone made clear that she didn't expect a decision any time soon, but figured that Danielle may appreciate giving it consideration.<br><br><hr><br>Fiona gave a nod and took a seat if one was available, but at the question of being up to the task, she offered, "If you want to make sure to have a plan B ready in case I die, it won't hurt my feelings.&nbsp; True preparation means having plans ready for any possible eventuality."&nbsp; The words might have sounded like a devil-may-care attitude or a dismissive joke from others, but Fiona didn't sound like she was joking, and wasn't known for having much of a sense of humor.&nbsp; If she did fail, she wanted to make sure the mission would ultimately succeed despite her loss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>03-01-2023, 23:26:55</strong>
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				OOC <br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/66/45/48/66454871748b54d8ade00102b8576933.jpg)</div>Time: Day 3 - Late Evening<br>Location: The Pit&nbsp; <br><br>Characters<br>Taryn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br>Dannielle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)<br>Fiona (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16264287#msg16264287)<br><br>Mechanics<br>Danielle - Let It Out <br><br><hr><strong>John, Red, and Lilly</strong><br><br>Lily told Taryn, <strong>"Work me hard. I want to do you proud."</strong> then she sighed, <strong>"Mom and Dad were always so busy protecting me from the life they led that I never really got a chance to live."</strong><br><br>John looked Lilly up and down. John and Sarah towered over the young woman. <strong>"That stupid Frenchman got one thing right. The moral is to the physical as three to one. You're about a third our size. If you're going to keep up with us, you'll need to sharpen your will."</strong> John pointed to a spot on the wall. <strong>"Stand there and do squats - up and down. If you collapse before I tell you to stop, you lack the will to train with us."</strong> John laughed, <strong>"If you don't collapse, I'll show you how to rest while in motion."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>John went back to instructing Sarah, <strong>"That's good in a duel - one on one in a ring. However, it will get you killed in a group fight and injured by someone who knows what they're doing. Instead, break and release. Use the manipulation to break the joint, and then move on to the next target."</strong><br><br><hr><strong>Mahjong in the Pit</strong><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/38/5a/20/385a20f8e88b627eb63ffe56d8cfdc29.jpg)</div><br>The old Chinese woman was smoking a cigar but had a small personal air filter that sucked in the smoke. The woman looked up over her major tiles speculatively and then asked Jane cryptically, <strong>"Do you think they're up to the task?"</strong> <br><br>Before anyone could do anything, Danielle unleashed her Oracular powers, attempting to divine the true nature of the old Chinese Woman. A first, it was like wandering through a fog. Everything was grey and misty. The Old Woman had significant supernatural powers. However, one direction was brighter than the others, so Danielle traveled in that direction. So, the light overwhelmed the fog, although it was brilliant that, at first, Danielle had trouble seeing. Then she realized that she was not limited to sight in this Dreamscape. Danielle sensed rather than saw the light streaming out of a Crystal Orb. A sharp crack - felt rather than heard - and the orb shattered, only to reform as a Crystal Dragon. The Dragon shook at its wings and grew. It let out a thunderous roar and breathed out a blast of light.<br><br>And suddenly, Danielle was back in the back room of the Pit. The Old Chinese Woman blew out a blast of cigar smoke that bypassed the air purifier and engulfed Danielle. <strong>"You should be careful of your powers, Far Seer. Some of my kind might see that as a challenge and respond."</strong> The woman gestured with her cigar. <strong>"However, we are here in a neutral space, and one of my acquaintances,"</strong> she gestured to Ryan, <strong>"Vouches for you."</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Ryan laughed, <strong>"Don't worry about her, Danielle. It's not worth her time and energy to fight you."</strong> and then more seriously, <strong>"However she might try to extract a debt from you."</strong><br><br>Taryn asked <strong>"So, I heard I had several high rollers who had taken over one of my rooms. But I didn't expect such illustrious company. I hope everything has been to your liking thus far. The premises, the drinks, the employees?"</strong><br><br>Jane smiled, <strong>"I love what you've done with the place."</strong><br><br>There was no staff in the room, so Jane got up to help Taryn get chairs for everyone. As well the two Imps helped people with drinks and snacks. Finally, when everyone was settled in, Jane started in <strong>"So everyone knows about The Fight Club, and some of you know the others in this room. However, I will share a closely guarded secret - how the Fight Club came to be. This will help you understand who is here and their roles."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Jane took a deep breath, <strong>The Fight Club started as an underground fight club - a place for people to go and drink and gamble. However, using mortals for the fights did not work out - the fights were relatively mundane. Then I got the idea of pitting supernatural against each other - vampire on werewolf, sworn on demon. The contests attracted a lot of attention, but it wasn't easy to find fighters, and we tended to lose a few. However, various factions started using the club to settle disputes. That would otherwise spill over into the streets."</strong><br><br><strong>"It was around this time that someone, </strong> Jane's eyes twitched to the Dragon Lady, <strong>"Approached my Master and me with an item that would allow the fighters to fight with their full strength without permanently killing each other. The cost was a half-stake in the club. My Master decided that he would wager it all, a fight within the Circle, winner take all. My master was confident. After all, he had a Fae slaying cold iron sword."</strong><br><br>The Dragon Lady laughed, a deep rumbling laugh, <strong>"The problem with con artists - and most demons are con artists - is that they're so busy conning the mark that they are not on the lookout for being conned."</strong><br><br>Jane giggled in a high-pitched tone. <strong>"He screamed twice - once when you burnt him with Holy Dragonfire, and once when he found out that the staff, including me, were part of the club that he had wagered."</strong> Jane shook her head and continued in a more serious tone. <strong>"A board was established to guide The Fight Club, and the Club set off in a newer direction. No more was it simply an underground fight club. Instead, Factions used it to settle grievances and to train their fighters. There has been many a dispute that might have spilled out on the street that could be settled in the club."</strong> <br><br><strong>"One or two board members have attempted to execute a hostile takeover of The Fight Club. The drones you have seen or heard about were designed to kill several board members."</strong> Jane pointed to Shannon and The Dragon Lady.<br><br>The Dragon Lady picked up from there, <strong>"So, the board has two tasks in front of us. First, to resolve the attempted takeover with minimum damage and publicity and second to reconstitute the board."</strong> The Dragon Lady pointed at Fiona, <strong>"Bringing the Ice Queen here is..."</strong> The Old Chinese Woman smiled and looked at Danielle, <strong>"Let's call it fortunate."</strong><br><br>The Old Chinese Woman looked at Fiona, <strong>"Perhaps you have heard of Yozhikov Ruslan Valentinovich or Rusya. He is head of the Bratva, the Russian Mob, for Las Vegas and the Southwest. Also, he is or has deep contacts with the SVR. He has the contacts to have acquired the drones used against several board members."</strong> The Dragon Lady got a predatory smile. <strong>"We could hunt him down and kill him, but he is mortalis and an agent of a foreign intelligence service. It would be far more appropriate if he were exposed as a terrorist and his organization as a terrorist organization. It would send a powerful message to the Russian government and other factions seeking to meddle in Las Vegas.</strong> <br><br>The Dragon Lady looked at the Trio, <strong>"I know the Seer seeks the Armor of Light. I know where it lies. Although it is a dangerous item to wield."</strong> The Dragon Lady looked to Fiona, <strong>"Should Rusya be exposed and arrested, your standing with your organization will be boosted. I'll also let you hold a debt to be called in when you need it."</strong><br><br>The Dragon Lady gave Taryn a piercing look. <strong>"For you, the reward will be more powerful allies"</strong> She pointed to Jane and Shannon, <strong>"who will have a place on the new board."</strong><br><br><hr><div align="center">We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>04-01-2023, 20:13:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>"Yes, this is a neutral space, a safe space," Taryn said, looking angrily at Danielle. "You're threading the line. Threading a tad too much, I think. You can do as you wish outside, but in here, my patrons expect not to be scried or enspelled by fellow guests." She looked to the Chinese Woman. "I apologize for this breech, madam, and I will have her escorted out if that is your wish, but for the sake of the current proceedings, I would ask that you forgive this affront." She gave a grateful nod when it seemed that she was willing to move on. The story of Jane's club, of course, she'd heard before. She gave a small smile at the part about being con artists. It was true, of course. So much true that there wasn't a word in her native language for it. The idea that a demon wouldn't be out to gain advantage on everyone and everything around was nearly unthinkable. The only true question was whether you a demon's mark, a current ally or a bystander in their current scheme.<br><br>Taryn listened to the proposition, then, and the reward. Of course, she already counted Jane and Shannon as her allies, but having them more strongly tied to her would be very welcome. They were powerful figures, after all, more powerful than her. At the moment. But giving them more power still would raise her, too, she know. "This certainly sounds intriguing," she said. "I wouldn't be opposed to be of help to move things in that direction."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>07-01-2023, 20:23:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Monsterpoh06.jpg)<br><div align="center">Danielle - Oracle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)</div></div><em>OOC: Danielle received a foretelling, someone will get killed protecting Evan. | She is sans her lace jacket, having lost it at the Rave.</em><br><hr>Her eyes turning white was an uncontrolled factor of Danielle being an Oracle, as whenever a vision came onto her either unvoluntarily or intentionally. It would be clear to anyone in the room who was actively observing. It was only like that for a brief moment and then Danielle's eyes would return back to her normal brown irises. But in that brief occurence of a vision, she had successfully pierced what she would deduce was only the first layer of an onion. She did somehow sense that this old Chinese Woman had significant supernatural powers, so much so, that she could effectively block out a seer peering into her deepest secrets and evict her from such a view. Danielle had only received a glimpse of what this woman was all about. At first, she thought her vision would be only foggy, but there was this light. She followed this light in her vision, but found that it overwhelmed her visual senses. Initially, the light overcame the fog and she was momentarily blinded, only to find that the source of this light was the crystal orb that Ryan had procured.<br><br>Then there was a crack. Danielle felt it reverberate through her whole body as she watched the orb shatter, the pieces gathering to reform a crystal dragon. This dragon grew mightily before her, bellowing out a thunderous roar that threatened to deafen Danielle's ears and emitted an epic light that engulfed her. When Danielle came to, she was bit off balance, but after a few seconds, she regained her balance. When she looked again, the old Chinese Woman was staring at her. She sucked into her cigar and blew out smoke that somehow had a life of its own, easily avoiding being swallowed by an air purifier and engulfing only Danielle. The Oracle couldn't help but cough at the concentrated cloud. The Chinese Woman reprimanded her for her intrusion and already, Danielle head was bowed forward. She had been successful, but it came with consequences. Fortunately, Ryan was able to vouch for her.<br><br>When Taryn gave her a look of frustration, she apologized, more to the room than solely the Imp, then humbly bowed at ninety-degrees. When she rose back up, the proposition was allowed to move forward. They spoke about the Fight Club, something that Danielle had heard about being brought up during meetings with Evan. His subject had utilized its purpose, to settle fights between parties off the streets and with little bloodshed. Never had she been to the place and never did she have a wish to pay a visit. Then they spoke of a hostile takeover initiated by one or two board members and an attempt at eliminating other members of the Board who oversaw the Fight Club.<br><br>The old Chinese Woman, the Dragon Lady herself, picked up where Jane had left off, getting to the matter at hand. There were two tasks presented to them. When she looked at Danielle directly, she smiled and nodded slightly, though still felt the guilt of her earlier intrusion. The mention of the Armor of Light and that its location was known brightened Danielle's features, though it dimmed when the Dragon Lady mentioned that such an artifact was dangerous to wield. Danielle couldn't begin to fathom how she could help with these tasks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>10-01-2023, 22:55:01</strong>
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				OOC <br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/66/45/48/66454871748b54d8ade00102b8576933.jpg)</div>Time: Day 3 - Late Evening<br>Location: The Pit&nbsp; <br><br>Characters<br>Taryn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br>Dannielle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)<br>Fiona (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16264287#msg16264287)<br><br>Mechanics<br>Danielle - Let It Out <br><br><hr><strong>Yozhikov Ruslan (Rusya) Valentinovich and Moscow Towers</strong><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/38/5a/20/385a20f8e88b627eb63ffe56d8cfdc29.jpg)</div><br>The Dragon Lady motioned to Dr. Temple. While the foursome - Jane, Ryan, Shannon and the Dragon Lady - appeared to be equals, it was clear who was the leader of the group.<br><br>Shannon put a USB drive on the table. <strong>"As mentioned, Yozhikov Ruslan Valentinovich, or Rusya, is the local head of the Bratva. Additionally, he has close ties to the SVR. He is on the radar of multiple mundane law enforcement agencies - ATF, DEA, FBI, CBP, ICE, and Homeland Security. If there is illicit money to be made, Rusya has a tentacle in it - drugs, gambling, prostitution, blackmail. His specialty is illegal imports from Eastern Europe - drugs, white slavery, and weapons. To date, he has kept his crimes on the mundane side of things, so he has flown under the radar in the Supernatural community."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"That has changed. Rusya is part of a group making a play to take over Vegas.</strong><br><br>The Dragon Lady coughed, interrupting Shannon, <strong>"Most cities are like a deadly game of King of the Hill. One Faction or group of Factions holding the city as others seek to usurp them. Finally, the King tumbles from the hill, perhaps supplanted by a stronger group and or exhausted from holding their position. Vegas is different. It's an open city. All are Welcome here. However, we competed economically rather than with blood."</strong> The Dragon Lady laughed a deep rasping laugh, <strong>"Every so often, someone sees us as weak, and we compete in blood."</strong><br><br>Shannon continued, <strong>" Moscow Towers is the Rusya's palace and the heart of his Kingdom. It's a multi-use high-rise - night club in the basement, a three-floor mezzanine of high-end shops and restaurants, luxury apartments, a private business club, and the crown is Rusya's private residence. Rusya runs his empire from there using heavily encrypted communication systems - bought or stolen from the Russian state. He also has a large vault purportedly filled with blackmail information and illegal funds. Rumor has it that Rusya has Russian Anti-Aircraft weapons on the roof to deter an airborne attack."</strong> the Dragon Lady laughed.<br><br><strong>"The building is heavily protected 24/7 by Rusya's private security company, which is staffed with ex-mercenaries - Russian, Chetzen, and Syrian - anyone experienced in killing and without a moral compass. By the time law enforcement could raid the place, Rusya would have moved or destroyed anything incriminating."</strong><br><br>The Dragon Lady smiled, <strong>"How does that old TV show go. Ah yes, your mission, should you accept it, is to break into Rusya's vault and loot it and still his encrypted communications gear. The information will likely destroy Rusya and his organization, but the message is deeper and more subtle; Rusya tampered with forces that he shouldn't and paid the price."</strong> <br><br>Jane looked at Taryn with concern, <strong>"Rumor is that Rusya has brought in supernaturals from Russia - a pack of Werebears, and a kiss of Vampires."</strong><br><br><hr><div align="center">We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>11-01-2023, 03:23:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>X</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>Others might have known about Rusya, but it was clear from Fiona's expression that she hadn't.&nbsp; While most hunters assaulted the supernatural outright, Fiona preferred the live-and-let-live policy where various supernatural groups understood what was and was not acceptable.&nbsp; It got people to police their own and offered the most opportunity for people to live in peace, not perfect by any means but realistic.&nbsp; Even so, that meant that building a powerbase with intent to take over was easy to overlook; Fiona herself was far more often focused on overt threats rather than watching everyone who could someday get too big for their britches.<br><br>The Dragon Lady's mention of having everyone welcome got a nod from Fiona as well.&nbsp; Equilibrium was good for humanity as well, because while there were a lot more supernaturals confined to a smaller area, it gave reason to police one's own.&nbsp; Embarrassments of a given community made for a black mark, just like various gossipers would be snickering about the problematic werewolves to other lupines for decades to come.&nbsp; By contrast, a lone vampire who decided to become king of some no-name city caused as many problems as a horror movie with the same premise.&nbsp; That Fiona liked the status quo was obvious enough that she was invited in the first place.<br><br>Instead of discussing that, she went straight to the matter at hand.&nbsp; "I'm not as good at stealth, though I'm not terrible.&nbsp; Especially if he's known to DHS, it'd be entirely possible to set up a warrant with accusations of terrorism, but doing so would set off all sorts of personnel alarms and should be kept as a last resort."<br><br>Another idea occurred to her, "Others better familiar with the Night might well have some information regarding new werebears and Russian vampires.&nbsp; It might well be worth making a stop to discuss affairs with someone from that particular circle and see if they have information.&nbsp; Any group is a chain that has a weak link somewhere, and it's even possible that someone from Russia might much prefer how things are done here."&nbsp; Of course, Fiona wasn't as talented at socializing, but it was an idea that others might like and want to see how feasible it might be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>12-01-2023, 00:25:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>"I am far from opposed to a bit of snooping, a bit of finding things out," Taryn said, "though I, too, am not particularly fond of sneaking. This body is meant for being seen much more than it is for being hidden, I think you'll agree?" She smiled just a bit proudly. "But we do have an advantage, I think, that part of the tower, at least, is open to the public. It should be easy for us to get quite a ways in, maybe without even being suspected." She thought for a moment, getting into the apartments would be possible, too, if we can... get access to the right people. The club, more difficult. Bu the higher we can get unsuspected, the easier it should be for us to get all the way. Only, opening the vault, that's another affair entirely."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>14-01-2023, 10:23:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Monsterpoh06.jpg)<br><div align="center">Danielle - Oracle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)</div></div><em>OOC: Danielle received a foretelling, someone will get killed protecting Evan. | She is sans her lace jacket, having lost it at the Rave. | Danielle is cashing in a debt from Anoushka Chockalingam.</em><br><hr>Danielle hung back, letting the other two put in their two cents. While she did not know her own skills in terms of stealth, she knew she could easily pass as human and thus be allowed entry into the public areas of the Moscow Towers. It just needed the finesse of getting past barriers barring public entry into more secure areas. <strong>”I agree with Taryn. All we need is to get past some locked doors into more secure areas. But I'm not one who would use brute force to open such doors, especially since I considered myself not as well-versed in violence as Fiona,”</strong> Danielle inputted. <strong>”I think it's best we investigate a bit, pool the resources we have on hand so that when we actually do this heist, we aren't going in blind.”</strong><br><br>They were dismissed by the four. Danielle respectfully bowed and bid them farewell. She asked Fiona to drive her to the Art District, where a certain art gallery was located. From the outside, it appeared more like a shop selling cheap knockoffs that most visitor simply scoffed or got a laugh out of. No respectable art connoisseur would be caught dead in what seemed like a tourist trap. Danielle walked in, spotting a woman who appeared to be in her mid-twenties idly scrolling through her phone behind the counter. She didn't take notice to her visitor and only looked up when Danielle came near. There was surprise on her face, so much that she almost keeled backwards into a fake recreation of a Salvador Dali painting. <strong>”Hello again, Anoushka. Remember me? Not invading dreams lately, are you?”</strong> There was no need for Danielle to be sinister. For a mishap that involved the young woman invading a dreamlike vision of Danielle, this Anouska was indebted to her. It was obvious she was here to cash in on that debt. <strong>”I don't suppose you still have that artifact that you used. I was wondering when you use it, can you bring a friend?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>14-01-2023, 23:18:39</strong>
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				OOC<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b7/c0/f3/b7c0f3913602c6d87464c8168daad5f3.jpg)</div>Moscow Towers OOC (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pWpZPk1TPzNqfreRCTjImn15NP0eFXQZDD6oFTzcGU4/edit?usp=sharing)<br><br><hr><br>Taryn was familiar with Rusya by reputation. The two typically traveled in separate circles - Taryn catered to the Supernatural crowd, while most of what Rusya did could be considered Organized Crime and was mostly with mortals. Rusya importing Vampires and Werewolves was a significant escalation. Taryn did have an in with Rusya's organization. He'd met Erika Vales at one of the clean-up jobs. A wild party turned werewolf attack, turned Hunter take-down. Erika was doubly screwed in that she had been bitten, and her boss Rusya would fire her and blackball her if he knew about her proclivities. Taryn offered Erika a lifeline - an antidote to the werewolf saliva and a safe place to get her kink on. <br><br>The odds were good that Erika was in the club this evening. <br><br><hr><br>Fiona's affiliation with Federal Law Enforcement was a mixed blessing. It gave her access to assets and information that the more informal hunter organizations lacked. However, it constrained her actions regarding who she could hunt and how to hunt them. In this case, her affiliation turned out to be an asset. A joint Organized Crime Task Force was actively investigating Rusya. While Shannon got access to a sanitized file, Fiona could talk to the agents in person. Additionally, the task force had a surveillance position. Fiona could get a live look at Moscow Towers and review their surveillance footage.&nbsp; <br><br>It took a few phone calls - to her boss, from her boss to the FBI SAC in Las Vegas, and then to the task force leader, but Fiona found herself invited to the surveillance site to meet with the task force leader.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br>Anousha was flustered. Having someone you met in a dream show up in person was enough to shock anyone. However, the mortal woman had begun to think - or perhaps hope - that her experience had been a dream.<br><br>Anoushka laughed embarrassedly, <strong>"I never dared to try it again. Although, I did have the sanity to track down someone who might be able to tell me a bit more about it.</strong> Anoushka shook her head. <strong>"After reaming me out for being so stupid as to use an artifact without understanding it, she gave me a few pointers. The first was the danger of what she called undirected dream walking. There are nastier things than you are out there. She said that I needed something with their aura to enter a specific person's dream. The more intimate, the better. Also, whoever's dream you're entering has to be dreaming or at least in a deep sleep."</strong>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>15-01-2023, 01:29:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>There were all sorts of ways that humans might respond to a contact with a dangerous supernatural, Taryn had found. Some tried to forget and get on with their lives, some took special precautions or lived in fear and for some, like Erika, like many of the humans that came to the more private section of her club, the encounter awakened something in them, caused them to want to seek out the thrill and the exoticism. They were, of course, carefully told that, while their safety was guaranteed inside the club, no such precautions had been placed outside. Those that ignored such warnings didn't last long. Erika, luckily, was one of the smarter one. And even more luckily was in the club at the moment. And so, Taryn gave word to one of her staff that she was to be invited to meet her in one of the club's private rooms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>16-01-2023, 02:33:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>X</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>Fiona was willing to give a ride, and showed up alone to the proper federal building, checking her gun.&nbsp; It wasn't hard to understand why many people would find the governmental constraints binding, but to Fiona, it only kept her from making questionable choices.&nbsp; Far too many hunters ended up talking about "acceptable losses" or weighing the number of lives which could be lost in order to take down a monster, which Fiona found abhorrent.&nbsp; Deep down, she wondered whether she would end up falling down through that darkness the same way so many others did, and would rather a supervisor in the know could catch her if she started falling.<br><br>Of course, the key words there were "in the know."&nbsp; There was no point in trying to justify matters to those who didn't recognize the truth of reality.&nbsp; <br><br>Fiona gave a polite nod as she walked in, grateful for her known nickname of "Ice Queen" once more in that she didn't have to worry about trying to handle etiquette and small talk.&nbsp; It was enough that she got results.&nbsp; Still, she did her best.<br><br>When it was appropriate to the conversation, she added, "If possible, it would help to know who all he's got coming in.&nbsp; It won't surprise me if they got in through false identities and aliases, so don't worry about getting me the real ones if it turns out that the IDs they used to enter America came from 1869 or something.&nbsp; I've heard of cases where folks will pretend to be Rasputin or whatever, and knowing that going in gives a much better psych eval than you can get from an expert once you realize they're the kind of person to pretend to be Baba Yaga or whatever."&nbsp; She hadn't seen a lot of movies, but she'd seen John Wick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>17-01-2023, 23:39:33</strong>
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				OOC<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b7/c0/f3/b7c0f3913602c6d87464c8168daad5f3.jpg)</div>Moscow Towers OOC (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pWpZPk1TPzNqfreRCTjImn15NP0eFXQZDD6oFTzcGU4/edit?usp=sharing)<br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u">Taryn and Erika</span><br><br>Erika quickly came to meet Taryn. Erika was dressed in an imitation of Taryn's revealing suit. However, the young woman didn't have what it took to pull off the look. She was a bit shorter and chubbier than Taryn. The glasses and short brown hair detracted from the look. However, the real problem was that Erika was submissive. Still, Erika would likely have found someone tonight in The Pit - someone safe, as people knew that Taryn disliked cops and messes in her club. Erika was the epitome of Nerd by Day and Freak by Night. Erika owed Taryn a lot for rescuing her from a Werewolf party gone wrong and introducing her to the Supernatural side of things in a Safe, Sane, and Consensual manner.<br><br>Erika was usually tongue-tied. She was afraid to talk about her day job due to her boss and the organization, and in her nightly hobbies due to being either Kink shamed or being considered mental for talking about the Supernatural. Erika felt safe with Taryn. It didn't take much for Taryn to get her talking about her current boss Rusya. <br><br>Erika giggled nervously. <strong>"I only see part of the picture, and I like it that way. The money flows from the streets, goes through the laundering business, and then flows back out of the country - presumable to pay for supplies. It's a business like any other, only illegal. Rusya is careful to keep everything compartmented. Each group sees its part of the business. My part is the money flows. I make sure that everything flows smoothly."</strong> Erika paused a bit, <strong>"Only stuff hasn't been flowing smoothly. If this were a traditional business, I'd think they were getting ready for a major expansion. There have been some significant flows of money from offshore. Additionally, there have been extra payments and extra gear coming from Russia. Finally, there are several new cost centers. However, I don't see anything new on the income-producing side.</strong> Erika sighed, <strong>"If this were a normal business, and I was a normal accountant, I'd be circulating my resume, worried that the business for which I'm working has made some bad investments and might go bankrupt."</strong> Erika shivered, <strong>"Only this is not a normal business. They're not going to let me work somewhere else, and if they go bankrupt, someone will come looking for their money, and I'm one of the few people who know where the money is."</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u">Fiona</span><br><br>The task force rolled out the red carpet for Fiona. A part of the Supernatural Unit was a cover foundation that gave various Law Enforcement Task Forces grants. Additionally, the Supernatural units gave other law enforcement units all the credit and publicity. As a result, the various task forces were happy to provide information and showcase what they were doing. The task force had commercial office space in a building overlooking Moscow towers.<br><br>The task force had a lot of information on Rusya and his organization. In a nutshell, Rusya imported drugs, women, and weapons from Easter Europe. He sold all three to local crime syndicates and funneled the money through various money-laundering businesses. Most of the money went offshore, presumably to fund further purchases. The Task Force could likely intercept shipments and arrest some local criminals. However, Rusya and his enforcers use cutouts to prevent them from being linked to the local-level syndicates.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>"There's been an increase in traffic into Moscow Towers. We've identified three separate groups that have recently shown up. We've cross-referenced them with Immigration and Customs Enforcement. ICE doesn't have any hits. So, likely all three groups are in the country. However, we haven't wanted to spook Rusya, so we haven't picked up".</strong> <br><br><strong>"Also, Rusya's gotten even more paranoid. During the day, he takes legitimate business meetings in the Business Club. At night, he meets shadier folks downstairs in the nightclub. They have tight security on the building and are paranoid about bugs and wires. We haven't been able to get microphones into the private portions of the Business Club or the Night Club. We got a few low-level Criminal Informants working in the two clubs. However, all of Rusya's security are vetted tightly. They're almost all foreign nationals of one stripe or another and just about all ex-mercenaries. </strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u">Danielle</span><br><br>Danielle didn't have the contacts for an introduction to Rusya. However, Taryn's contact was close enough to Rusya to get Danielle what she wanted. Erika worked in Rusya's penthouse every day. All of the books and computers were locked in Rusya's penthouse. She was searched to ensure that she didn't remove any records - paper or electronic. However, it was easy for Erika to swipe a pen off Rusya's desk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>18-01-2023, 05:12:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>Of course, it wasn't that a chubby, glassed submissive couldn't look attractive or didn't have outfits that would make one look more attractive still. Only it wasn't this outfit. This one, Erika couldn't pull off so well, just as Taryn likely wouldn't look right in the sorts of outfits that would bring out the subby woman's charms. Taryn made a note to have one of her people give Erika some advice on the sly. Not that Erika had much trouble getting interest, of course. Supernatural creatures tended to be quite dominant, so a good sub was in high demand. If she knew how to properly show herself off on top of that, she could well have whatever and whoever she wanted. <br><br>Taryn actually liked Erika. Not just because of the few times they'd enjoyed each other, not just because of how she always seemed to improve the atmosphere whenever she was in the Pit, but also just because she liked her. Of course, she was a demon and somewhat evil, at least by human standards, but that didn't mean she couldn't like humans. Though whether it was a good idea for a human to be liked by a demon was another matter entirely. "I can get you out," Taryn said simply. "I can keep you safe and hidden. Not necessarily from anywhere, if they come looking for you where I can't reach, I can't help you, but if you come here and ask for help, I can give it, for a while at least." She placed a finger on Erika's lips. "Not right now, though." She let her finger trail lower, pushing aside Erika's ill-fitting clothes, eyes daring her to use their safe word. She didn't recall it even once leaving the submissive woman's lips. "Before I can help you, I need your help. Like I've helped you already. Helped you to stay human, helped you to partake in pleasures like this." Her finger ran over the woman's breast, teased her nipple. "I need something of Rusya. Something personal. And he can't know. Bring it to me and you can come to me for safety when you feel the time is right. That time, the timing, though... that, I'll leave to you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>21-01-2023, 02:24:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>X</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>Fiona didn't have a great deal to add, but a faint smile showed that she was appreciate of all the intel.&nbsp; No doubt the others would have plans on what to do with it.&nbsp; "Good call on not picking them up," she said.&nbsp; "No point in tipping our hand before we have enough information."<br><br>Thinking aloud, she offered, "Ex-mercenaries tend to be easier to deal with than most because they're far less interested in loyalty for a particular cause and far more interested in a paycheck."&nbsp; Fiona had heard the train of thought to never hire a mercenary, but she knew better: recognize the question of loyalty, but if it can be addressed, it was far better to send mercenaries to die on the front lines.&nbsp; She was going to have to talk to Taryn about ideas there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>24-01-2023, 23:49:17</strong>
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				OOC<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b7/c0/f3/b7c0f3913602c6d87464c8168daad5f3.jpg)</div>Please read updated OOC/Mechanical information at Moscow Towers OOC (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pWpZPk1TPzNqfreRCTjImn15NP0eFXQZDD6oFTzcGU4/edit?usp=sharing)<br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u">Taryn and Erika</span><br><br>One of Taryn's Matre'ds took Erika shopping the next day. The accountant's dress and demeanor had changed. In place of a look that Erika didn't quite pull off was something that accentuated Erika's liabilities. The accountant was dressed in a short PVC skirt and crop top. The dress accentuated Erika's plump body and submissiveness. Similarly, Erika was dressed in flat Gladiator Sandals, accentuating her short stature. Finally, the Matre'd had convinced Erika to wear her glasses and put her brown hair up in pigtails. The au-natural look enhanced Erika's submissive look and seemed to bring out the submissive in Erika further.<br><br>More importantly, Erika came through for Taryn and the team. Meeting with Taryn that night, she smiled at the Imp. <strong>"I got what you asked for."</strong> The submissively dressed Accountant pulled out a Monte Blanc pen in a pen case. <strong>"I bought one just like Rusya's. I swapped the pens and brought Rusya's pen out."</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>Erika wiggled, like a dog eager to get a treat, <strong>"And I brought you something else."</strong> She handed Taryn a slip of paper.&nbsp; <strong>"It is an address to a new property that Rusya is renting. It's way out in the desert, an abandoned airfield, but none of his regular guys are using it. I thought it might be for smuggling stuff in from Mexico, but Rusya doesn't use planes because they're too expensive and easy to track."</strong><br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u">Fiona</span><br><br>The Joint Task Force (JTF) agreed to keep Fiona in the loop on their investigations. The task force had low-level CIs in both the night and business clubs. They could get Fiona and company into the building, but not up to the Penthouse. The JTF provided Fiona with pictures of the three groups of illegal aliens working with Rusya. Taryn identified one of the groups as Werewolves that had been at the Fight Club when Blaine and Carl fought.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The JTF agreed to hold off on arrests. However, they had enough information to raid several of Rusya's businesses and arrest several of his associates; it was not enough to jail Rusya, but it would damage his operation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>25-01-2023, 00:27:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>"Well, don't you look lovely," Taryn said with a genuine smile when she saw Erika again, amazed once more at what her staff could do. The ways she was showing off her delightfully plump body, the perfect mix of shyness and availability that just screamed that this was a women that one could have all sorts of fun making use of. Already, Taryn had seen plenty of heads turning in her direction. Looking like that, and especially acting like that, so adorable and eager, she would have any number of people eating out of her hands. Metaphorically speaking, of course. <br><br>Even better, as far as Taryn was concerned, at least, was what Erika provided. Not only what she'd asked for, but the cutie had gone above and beyond. That sort of behaviour was certainly to be encouraged. And rewarded. "You did well, sweetness, very well." She placed a hand under Erika's chin to tilt it up, before placing a tender, sensual kiss on her lips. "I have to go now, but I won't leave you alone for long. Stay right here and I promise you won't regret it." Another kiss and she left the room, somewhat regretfully. The woman was always such a good time. But still, other affairs awaited. She had a quiet word to one of her staff that the room Erika was in was now reserved for the night. And then, another to a particular customer she knew well, sending her to the same room. He would be gentle, she knew and make her do things she never knew she was capable of. And she would love every moment of it.<br><br>Once everything was well taken care of, Taryn took out her phone to contact the other. "I have the item," she said. "A personal pen that he would have used well, I think. That and a location." She explained as Erika had. "I don't yet know whole of the details, but it may yet prove to be important to us in some way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>27-01-2023, 22:01:17</strong>
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				OOC<br>I've added a section to Moscow Towers called Big Picture. The PCs are several levels down in pursuing their agendas, and at the top level things diverge a bit.<br><br>I'm also setting up a meeting at The Pit, with a number of the key players on call<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b7/c0/f3/b7c0f3913602c6d87464c8168daad5f3.jpg)</div>Please read updated OOC/Mechanical information at Moscow Towers OOC (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pWpZPk1TPzNqfreRCTjImn15NP0eFXQZDD6oFTzcGU4/edit?usp=sharing)<br><br><hr><br>It was a busy night at the Pit. Shannon had crashed at the fight club, but she and Jane were back. The two played Mahjong with The Dragon Lady and Ryan, the archivist. Erika and showing up with an item from Rusya and a bit of information. She was currently being entertained by a Dominant in one of the private rooms.<br><br>Danielle had come back with Anushka and the Dream Weaver artifact. Fiona had come back from meeting with the Organized Crime Joint Task Force investigating Rusya and other Bratva (Russian Mob) activities in Las Vegas and the South East. <br><br>The group had more information on Rusya but no clear-cut opportunity to take down the mobster.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>28-01-2023, 07:29:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Monsterpoh06.jpg)<br><div align="center">Danielle - Oracle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)</div></div><em>OOC: Danielle received a foretelling, someone will get killed protecting Evan. | She is sans her lace jacket, having lost it at the Rave. | Danielle is cashing in a debt from Anoushka Chockalingam. | The Dream Weaver artifact shall be physically described.</em><br><hr>There was no luck in determining the location of the Armor of Light from Anoushka, as she was a low-level art dealer. She was akin to a sly anthromorphic fox who sold high-priced art for cheap, though there were chances said art would be clearly fake, even to the untrained eye. Danielle had divulged her team's developing plan to infiltrate a place called Moscow Towers. There was clearly no strategy to do so at this point, so it was safe to say their options were quite open. The intel gathered from using the Dream Weaver artifact would be one step closer to their goal.<br><br>Danielle hid some enjoyment of Anoushka getting rebuked by an artifact expert since her last intrusion cost Danielle a business deal. At least Anoushka did some good and found someone to help use it along with some sound advice. The volatily of such an object in the wrong hands caused Anoushka to make the smart move of locking it away. The last time, Danielle had been too furious to lay her eyes upon the artifact. After asking nicely, and steering her head from Anoushka's safe combination, the artifact was brough out. Anoushka had used a handkerchief to handle it, carrying over to a table. To the untrained eye, the object looked like your run-of-the-mill dream catcher, fashioned using a hoop of willow with string woven into a web or net. Hanging from the bottom were two feathers, one white, the other black, each string adorned with glossy beads. To Danielle, her Oracle sense somehow became attuned to the beads, though she dared not touch the object for fear she may slip into an unwanted dream.<br><br>She messaged Taryn, for a need of something close to Rusya, something significant, intimate, and not something trivial. After some time, Taryn got back to Danielle and soon there was going to be a meeting back at The Pit to regroup. Danielle thought it best to bring Anoushka and the Dream Weaver along, making sure it was wrapped and stashed out of sight until they were in the security of a private room. She took an Uber with Anoushka in tow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>28-01-2023, 21:12:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>X</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>After getting all the information, Fiona continued on to the Pit, bringing copies with her that she could show the others if she could manage to get clearance for it.&nbsp; She didn't have much of a plan, but would be happy to offer her own contributions of intel and they could hopefully manage something together.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>29-01-2023, 03:31:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>Taryn, of course, already was at the Pit and had reserved a private room for the three to discuss their plans. "As you can see here," she said, "I've managed to procure one of Rusya's pens. I think that something like this might be sufficient for your purposes, Danielle?" she suggested, handing the pen over, carefully placed inside a box so that she wouldn't have to touch it and, so, risk disrupting its energies or.. whatever it was that Danielle needed from it. "I've also received the address of a strange place. A bit out in the middle of nowhere. Maybe he uses it? Maybe there might be useful information in it? It might be worth looking into."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>30-01-2023, 04:19:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>X</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>Once in the privacy of the room, Fiona started spreading the copies of the intel papers so that the others could see them.&nbsp; "During the day, Rusya takes legitimate business meetings in the business club.&nbsp; At night, the more questionable people get met downstairs in the nightclub.&nbsp; Paranoia has been growing with him, his security's getting tighter, and he's very worried about surveillance equipment like listening devices.&nbsp; There's a few low-level Criminal Informants who work in the two clubs, but all of his security is vetted tightly.&nbsp; Pretty much all of them are foreign nationals and/or ex-mercenaries."<br><br>Taryn would be able to identify one of the groups as Werewolves who had been at the Fight Club when Blaine and Carl fought.<br><br>"If desired, I can get us into the building, but not up to the Penthouse.&nbsp; However, I'm happy to go with whatever the group thinks is best.&nbsp; The Joint Task Force doesn't have enough to jail Rusya, though they could raid his businesses and arrest associates, which would damage his operation.&nbsp; I recommend against this because surprise is the best card to play in any arsenal, and I was trained not to wound a beast if it wouldn't kill it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>01-02-2023, 08:22:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Monsterpoh06.jpg)<br><div align="center">Danielle - Oracle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)</div></div><em>OOC: Danielle received a foretelling, someone will get killed protecting Evan. | She is sans her lace jacket, having lost it at the Rave. | Danielle is cashing in a debt from Anoushka Chockalingam.</em><br><hr>It was great that Taryn had managed to procure something belonging to Rusya. She had not been proficient in aura-reading, but she could sense a faint aura coming from the tin the pen was contained in. Fiona presented her findings too, mostly on the obvious security surrounding their mark. She kept quiet until it was time for her to speak. <strong>"Stealth is certainly not in our cards, though I was thinking of something out-of-the-box to achieve our goals. I was thinking we implant an inside man... erm, woman, in Rusya's circle. This way we wouldn't need to break through any doors. We would simply have someone let our friends inside,"</strong> Danielle explained. <strong>"I figure how these foreign nationals or ex-merceneries get vetted would be a secret that isn't easily shared. So I was thinking we implant someone that Rusya can trust without question in a rather supernatural way."</strong><br><br>Danielle motioned her companion to approach the table. She placed the cloth-wrapped circle on the table and lifted one side, revealing what looked to be a dream catcher. <strong>"My friend here is Anoushka Chockalingam. In her possession is an artifact that enables the user to walk in another person's dreams. There is some risk involved, so to battle that risk is where that tin comes in. I believe that whatever object is inside has intimately been used by Rusya. Imprinted on it, though unseen to human eyes, is the sweat of his hands and the emotions on his mind. Imagine him seeing a goddess appearing in his dream, speaking of matters secret to only him, maybe even promising relief from his paranoia. Then he sees the same woman in real life. Wouldn't he jump at the chance of fate... or at least, uncanny coincidence... and keep her at his side?"</strong><br><br>As she finished her explanation, Danielle reached for the tin and opened it. She did not even register it as a pen nor did she look down on the object, but as soon as her fingers touched it, her eyes went white.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>01-02-2023, 22:45:19</strong>
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				OOC<br>I've added a section to Moscow Towers called Big Picture. The PCs are several levels down in pursuing their agendas, and at the top level, things diverge a bit.<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b7/c0/f3/b7c0f3913602c6d87464c8168daad5f3.jpg)</div>Please read updated OOC/Mechanical information at Moscow Towers OOC (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pWpZPk1TPzNqfreRCTjImn15NP0eFXQZDD6oFTzcGU4/edit?usp=sharing)<br><br><hr><br>Danielle floated, she could not see, but she could feel - a dull throbbing. At first, she thought it was the blood pulsing in her body, her heart pounding. However, she soon realized that the feeling was very different - like water flowing through the channels in a landscape. Only it wasn't water; money flowed through channels into something. Danielle felt or heard - she wasn't sure what in this strange vision - cries of pain and anguish and the mechanical clack of a wheel being driven by the flows.<br><br>Danielle felt a disruption in the flows; someone or something had built new channels. The new channels disrupted the flow. There were more devices than the existing flows could drive. Flows that had gone back to - ? the lake, the sea, somewhere - to renew the cycle were being diverted. Danielle felt the system perched on the edge of something. The system would either flower into something more significant, more powerful, or collapse into chaos. <br><br><hr><br>Suddenly, Danielle was in a nightclub. She recognized Rusya sitting in the middle of a low couch, beautiful women on either side and bodyguards surrounding him. Suddenly, a dark figure approached Rusya. As the bodyguards moved to intercept, they were engulfed in a blast of flames. Rusya stood and narrowly avoided an attack by one of the women sitting at his side. Rusya vaulted over the couch only to be pursued by four men in cowboy outfits with badges. Several men in suits rushed to Rusya's aid, only to be arrested by the lawmen. Rusya bolted for the door to the kitchen, only to be attacked by four oriental chefs wielding knives. Desperately, Rusya turned to rush towards the restrooms. Only to collide with Danielle. The mobster looked up at Danielle, <strong>"Help me! I need to get out!</strong> he cried.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>03-02-2023, 02:31:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Monsterpoh06.jpg)<br><div align="center">Danielle - Oracle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)</div></div><em>OOC: Danielle received a foretelling, someone will get killed protecting Evan. | She is sans her lace jacket, having lost it at the Rave. | Danielle is cashing in a debt from Anoushka Chockalingam, for use of her artifact, the Dream Weaver. | Taryn is Lending Danielle a Hand by giving a basic massage. | Danielle to roll for Escape A Situation.</em><br><hr>As soon as her psychometry went active, channeling whatever secrets or mysteries the pen had been privy to, she felt the sensation of floating. She could not see anything, but with her visual sight blocked, other sensations she felt were more intense. Namely, it was a throbbing, dull like the pulse of her heart pumping blood through her veins. She soon realized this throbbing didn't come from her own body, but in the vision around her. Her own mind had imagined a fjord cut by a mighty river with various channels, the water flowing through the curves with a ferocity that kept it moving, but did not overwhelm the banks like the Nile. At times, the thoroughfare split with the ferocity of the river multiplying into twin channels. Soon, she knew this wasn't water that was flowing, but money. But why did she feel this anguish as she watched this flow of funds. Danielle somehow knew this money was the life blood of a system that ran like clockwork.<br><br>Vividly, she felt a disruption, as she embodied a Mother-Nature-like entity who could feel the various ecosystems being directly and indirectly affected by this drastic change. New channels sprouted, like industrious humans artificially diverting a river to flood a valley and she felt the sensation that this was being done deliberately. These new channels threw the whole system off balance, either unleashing the ferocity down one channel that would eventually overwhelm its walls or depriving others so that they became bone dry. Yet, Danielle could feel that with the new additions, the system would birth something more remarkable or plunge itself into irreparable chaos.<br><br>Danielle came out of her vision off-balance, though Anoushka was behind her to keep her steady. She gathered herself and divulged what she felt to the group. <strong>"I do not know how Rusya plays into this vision, but since it was his pen and considering he used it, I believe this pen had been used to sign off on payments or what have you. Money was the lifeblood, but new avenues spread the money too thin in areas and caused it to flourish in others. I'll have to keep it in mind when I use the artifact,"</strong> Danielle explained, giving her interpretation of what she had seen.<br><br>Anoushka stepped up, to inform Danielle, as well as the two others, how she would use the Dream Weaver properly. <em>"It helps to clear your mind and focus on whose dream you'd like to walk into. And I made myself comfortable, as comfortable as you can manage, before touching the Weaver,"</em> Anoushka explained.<br><br><strong>"I'm ready,"</strong> Danielle said. Taryn had provided a chair for her to sit on. The private room was soundproofed from incoming sounds, so preferably, it was silent. Only the occasional sigh from the group could be heard. Danielle took a seat and before taking the artifact into her hands, she looked upon a mugshot of Rusya, to familiarize herself with their mark once she entered the dreamscape. To help, Taryn offered a basic massage of her shoulders, which would enable her to relax. <strong>"Let's do this,"</strong> Danielle said with a sigh. She held onto the willow hoop, much like it was a steering wheel. Again, the crystals adorning the two strings hanging from the bottom of the Dream Weaver had connected somewhat to her, though she did not know why. She didn't let it bother her as she felt any and all sensations of the room dissipate. As if she had been sleepy, her eyelids felt heavy, too cumbersome to keep open. Once her eyes were closed, she found herself in a rather different place.<br><br>The scene was vivid, so realistic that the boom of the bass from the speakers could be felt all around her. Danielle found herself in a darkened hallway. In her direction was the presence of light, colored in hues that still illuminated the space, but to those who were observing, it still felt dark. It was a nightclub after all. Brighter lights fluttered upon dancers or the disc jockey who attracted attention to themselves, but to others, who dwelt in the near-shadows, they were engulfed in shades of red, maroon, and dark pink. From the hallway and into the widening space, Danielle immediately saw Rusya, sitting in the middle of a couch, beautiful women flanking him and bodyguards surrounding him. Danielle had the idea of Gal Gadot's character Gisele in the film Fast Five, approaching a protected individual with nothing but the sight of a beautiful woman.<br><br>Before she could make her move, out of the corner of her eye was a dark figure moving toward Rusya. The bodyguards moved to meet with the figure before he... she... it could get to Rusya, but when they did so, they were surounded by flames. Already on alert, Rusya stood and dodged an attack from one of the women. He vaulted over the couch only to meet four cowboys, complete with ten-gallon hats and shiny badges. Sheriffs? Marshalls? Danielle asked herself as the scene unfolded. Men in suits... unsuspecting bodyguards in plain sight, maybe?... rushed to help Rusya, but they were subdued by the lawmen, ending up bound in cuffs. Rusya went to the kitchen door but met a foursome of Asian chefs wielding knives.<br><br>This dream was starting to get ridiculous, though thinking quickly, Danielle imagined in Rusya's eyes, this was a nightmare. He bolted in her direction and with a quick glance behind her, she deduced Rusya was going for the restrooms. But she was in the way and she and the man collided. It wasn't enough to keel her over to the floor, but immediately she was in an intimate and desperate embrace. Rusya pleaded for her help. <strong>"This way!</strong> she called out. Without hesitation, she pulled Rusya away from the pursuers and towards the restrooms, the sign on the door explicitly stating it was the women's restroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>03-02-2023, 22:44:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>Taryn would, of course, have been happy to produce more than a simple massage, or more than a simple chair, for that matter, but Danielle didn't seem to want more for the moment, so she concentrated instead on making the oracle as comfortable as possible, allowing her to concentrate entirely on her visions or... whatever it was she was doing. Taryn didn't know those sorts of things in detail, only that Danielle could produce information, when provided with what she asked for, and that that information was usually reliable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>04-02-2023, 03:05:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>X</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>Helping an oracle was well outside her wheelhouse, but she had some basic suggestions.&nbsp; "Could we have a cup of tea made for her?&nbsp; Seems like she may appreciate a chance to calm down and relax after coming out of things..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>06-02-2023, 23:35:13</strong>
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				OOC<br>Mechanics: Eliza rolled a 12 on Blood/Escape a situation and chose - Give in to your base nature and mark corruption.<br>We aren't playing with Advanced Moves, but I feel that, at the least, Danielle should get an important discovery out of this.<br>Mechanically, I'm going to say that Rusya owes a debt to Danielle.<br>Also, I'd like to know what Danielle's base nature is.<br><br>I've added a section to Moscow Towers called Big Picture. The PCs are several levels down in pursuing their agendas, and at the top level, things diverge a bit.<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b7/c0/f3/b7c0f3913602c6d87464c8168daad5f3.jpg)</div>Please read updated OOC/Mechanical information at Moscow Towers OOC (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pWpZPk1TPzNqfreRCTjImn15NP0eFXQZDD6oFTzcGU4/edit?usp=sharing)<br><br><hr>Fiona and Taryn were each, in their way, helping Danielle. However, the help was more than physical. It was moral support - or in the case of Taryn, perhaps immoral support. The two bolstered Danielle for her dream walk. Danielle was an experienced Oracle who could divine the past, present, and future. However, this was her first time walking in a Dream. Danielle was starting to learn that dreams were essentially different from prophecy. They were malleable constructs - subject to forces from the dreamer's conscious and subconscious. Additionally, external influences could impact the dream. Danielle had inserted herself into Rusya's dream, and she suspected there were other malevolent forces at work as well.&nbsp; <br><br>With Rusya in tow, Danielle burst through the doors to the women's room, only to find them in a labyrinth. Danielle seemed to know which way to turn in the maze. Danielle even senses a secret door and then a trap door, leading to a tunnel that leads to a ladder back into another portion of the labyrinth. Danielle could feel the center of the labyrinth approaching. Rusya, at first guarded and suspicious, followed Danielle closely as the mobster realized she was the key to navigating the maze. <br><br>Finally, the pair found the center of the maze. To see an interesting sight. A heart-shaped bed deck with white sheets and a red comforter. To the side has a small rolling tray containing an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne and a pair of champagne flutes. <br><br>Rusya looked from the bed and the champagne to Danielle and let out a wicked laugh, <strong>"I know you're not a figment of my imagination. A like my women blonde, big-breasted, and dumb. You're none of those. However, this whole dream is more than a dream. Before I hooked up with those idiots, I would have thought a nightmare was just a nightmare. I'm no longer sure what is real and an illusion."</strong><br><br>Rusya sighed and shook his head, <strong>"As well, I no longer have a good grasp on who to trust."</strong> He waved to the room, <strong>"Is this a web and you, the spider crouching in the middle of it, are you my savior, or are you merely another mercenary force hoping to cut a deal with me?"</strong> Rusya strode to the bottle and pulled it out. He looked at the bottle, <strong>"Further proof I'm no longer in my dream. If it were mine, this would be vodka. Still, it is a fine bottle of champagne. We should not waste it.</strong> Rusya popped the bottle of champagne and poured to glasses. He put the bottle back into the chiller and picked up the glasses. Returning to Danielle, Rusya gave Danielle a glass and toasted her in Russian, <strong>"Кто не рискует, тот не пьет шампанского." </strong> He smiled at her, <strong>"It means he who doesn't take risks doesn't take champagne."</strong><br><br><strong>"If you meant me harm, you could have simply left me to my bad dreams. Tell me, why did you seek me out?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>12-02-2023, 04:24:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Monsterpoh06.jpg)<br><div align="center">Danielle - Oracle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)</div></div><em>OOC: Danielle received a foretelling, someone will get killed protecting Evan. | She is sans her lace jacket, having lost it at the Rave. | Danielle is cashing in a debt from Anoushka Chockalingam, for use of her artifact, the Dream Weaver. | Taryn is Lending Danielle a Hand by giving a basic massage. | Danielle rolled a 12 for Escape A Situation.</em><br><hr>Danielle had expected to see a similarly dim room with separated stalls and a sink and a large mirror for the girls to touch up their makeup. What she didn't expect was to see the same scene of someone who stumbled into the "Backrooms." Except it wasn't filled with the stench of old moist carpet, walls of monochromatic yellow, and the humming of flouresecent office lights. It had an aroma of flowers, though at the beginning of the labyrinth, the odor wasn't specific. The ground was soft to the feet and it silenced Danielle and Rusya's footfalls as if they had suddenly gained the steps of a ninja. The walls were of the same dim shades of red and pink, splashed with varying patterns that if one looked too hard, they'd become sick. Even though it had been as dim as it was in the club proper, somehow Danielle knew which hallway or corridor to take and never did she have to double back on a chosen path. It was the fact that the odor she was smelling, the smell of roses, was getting stronger the closer they were to the center.<br><br>It was through one of the many trap doors they came across that deposited them into the center of the maze. The scent of roses was awaft in the room, almost snuffing out any other smell. The sight before them was peculiar. On a raised platform in the center of the room was a heart-shaped bed with white sheets and a red comforter, the light illuminating them coming from spotlights mounted from the ceiling, contrasting it from the darkened perimeter of the space. Right beside it was a cart with a bucket of ice, a champagne bottle sitting inside it, and two champagne flutes.<br><br>The bed had this allure to both of them and before anyone knew it, they were right next to the bed. Rusya let out a laugh, causing Danielle to turn to him. He commented on what he just experienced, stating the obvious and inserting his personal choices, if he had the power to control the dream. Danielle didn't know why or how, but she felt like she had the opposite. It had been the Dream Walker. She reminded herself that she was not on a romantic-esque escapade with a Russian mob boss, but literally walking in his dream, uninvited, yet somewhat welcomed.<br><br><strong>"If I can speak plainly,"</strong> Danielle began, walking slowly towards the cart, a sign that she was biding her time with an explanation and showing him there was no need to be hasty, <strong>"You are a newcomer to these lands. You have money to pay off people who would do as you say without questions asked. Some of these people would risk being deported if caught."</strong> Her posture was straight and serious. <strong>"I would let you know that you have employed forces that are more than mortal, some who could rip a human to shreds without breaking a sweat. I am one myself, though I employ methods of clairvoyance rather than sharp teeth and claws."</strong><br><br>As she was still speaking, she took one of the wine flutes, emptied its contents back over her shoulder, and with just her fingertips, altered the physical properties of the flute, shrinking it down to size so that it was a shot glass with the same amount of mass in a smaller form. She ran her fingers over the bed and before Rusya's eyes, the heart-shaped bed became a table and two chairs, all of which lacked no frills or color. It conveyed seriousness in their physicality. <strong>"And I am in your dream because I am using an artifact that allows me to walk into another person's dreams and as I've realized, I can manipulate it to a certain degree, just like that,"</strong> Danielle explained, as she lastly picked up the champage in the cooler. As she picked it up, it morphed into a bottle of vodka. Rusya could observe that the bottle was still sealed and the contents of his flute had disappeared into thin air and his flute instantly appeared as a matching shot glass in his hand.<br><br>Danielle took the bottle of vodka from the cooler and carried it to the table. She set the shot glass down and took a seat, answering Rusya's question with a little bit of truth mixed with a bit of falseness. <strong>"I sought you out because there are individuals in this city who seek to do harm to you, in one way or another. I figured you would need allies, not merely expendable foot soldiers, and some who operate in the more supernatural circles of the city. And if I could comment on your earlier troubles, it seemed to me you were desperate for someone you could trust."</strong> She slid her shot glass forward, assuming Rusya would do the honors and pour her a shot of dreamscape vodka.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>12-02-2023, 23:32:48</strong>
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				OOC<br><br>Alright, I figured it's about time to wrap up this scene. Danielle has a debt that she can call in with Rusya and an appointment at his club.<br><br>I've added a section to Moscow Towers called Big Picture. The PCs are several levels down in pursuing their agendas, and at the top level, things diverge a bit.<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b7/c0/f3/b7c0f3913602c6d87464c8168daad5f3.jpg)</div>Please read updated OOC/Mechanical information at Moscow Towers OOC (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pWpZPk1TPzNqfreRCTjImn15NP0eFXQZDD6oFTzcGU4/edit?usp=sharing)<br><br><hr>Rusya poured Danielle a shot of vodka. Then he poured one for himself. Rusya toasted Dannielle <strong>"За встречу!"</strong> -to our meeting in Russian.<br><br>After the toast, Rusya slammed the glass down on the table. <strong>"I would say you are perceptive,</strong> The Gangster laughed, <strong>"But your being here in my nightmare is more than perceptive."</strong> Rusya looked around, <strong>"You could have caused the nightmare and been using it as a way to trick me, or you could merely be rescuing me out of a chance to do business."</strong><br><br>Rusya sighed, <strong>"The Supernatural doesn't scare me. Or at least it didn't use to = Vampires and werewolves. They're just gangsters like me. The right weapons and tactics and you can take them down. Witches are a bit tricker, but if you can find them, they die like the rest."</strong> The Bratva leader shook his head. <strong>"Fucking wierdos that can give you nighmares,&nbsp; that's a threat of a different type."</strong><br><br>Rusya looked around the dream room, <strong>"Whether or not you created it, I owe you one for getting me out of this mess. My brain tells me I'd wake up from the nightmare, but my gut tells me it was more dangerous than that. So, I'll give you a chance to pitch to me in person - no lala land shenanigans."</strong><br><br><strong>"Come to my club night, after Sunset. Demonstrate what you can do for me and tell me what you want. I promise that bargain or no, I'll let you walk away from the club."</strong><br><br>The two had enough time for a secon round of vodka, before the dream began fading away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>13-02-2023, 19:29:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>X</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>Fiona ordered up two cups of hot tea with plenty of cream, sugar, and honey packets to add on the side, then laid it all out in front of Danielle.&nbsp; The other cup was for Fiona, which she made up for herself and sipped in silence, but whatever this ordeal, Fiona figured that Danielle would appreciate the warm welcome back to reality.&nbsp; Fiona understood the value of small pieces of mundanity, even if she wasn't usually able to provide them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>17-02-2023, 09:25:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Monsterpoh06.jpg)<br><div align="center">Danielle - Oracle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)</div></div><em>OOC: Danielle received a foretelling, someone will get killed protecting Evan. | She is sans her lace jacket, having lost it at the Rave. | Danielle is cashing in a debt from Anoushka Chockalingam, for use of her artifact, the Dream Weaver. | Taryn is Lending Danielle a Hand by giving a basic massage. | Danielle rolled a 12 for Escape A Situation.</em><br><hr>Danielle took the second round of vodka, not surprised that in this dream state, she wasn't the lightweight that she was in real life. She shared one last longing gaze at Rusya, though not a romantic one, but one of two parties having come to an agreement. As soon as the fiery liquid was down her perfected, yet dreamy throat, the scene around her including Rusya began to fade and wisp away, as if it was simply a figment of her imagination. She opened eyelids that seemed to have a heavy quality to them, but when she opened them to enter wakefulness, there was no ounce of weight pulling them closed. And then she was back in the private room, Anoushka sitting in the corner, her gaze intently piercing into Danielle, as if she wished to see what she had seen. The Dream Weaver was still in her hands, but even though she held it in her wakefulness, there was no feeling like it would activate again. The gems mounted on the two strings hanging from the hoop's bottom portion did not feel like they were calling to her like before. She couldn't explain it, but the thought in her mind was that an artifact such as this contained a charge that replenished over time and using it right after it had been activated previously would result in nothing happening.<br><br>Danielle placed the hoop on the table and suddenly felt her throat was parched, as if she had been back in Death Valley without having had a drink prior. Then she remembered the shots of vodka that she had knocked back in her dream. It was curious to think that her throat had been dehydrated by what happened in the dream, much like the injury Neo sustained from failing to bound from one building's rooftop to the other. Fortunately a platter with tea was placed before her, Fiona's hands sliding it across the table. She lifted her head and would attempt to utter her thanks, but due to her throat being terribly dry, nothing but a raspy response escaped her lips. Danielle quickly placed a spoonful of honey into a teacup with what appeared to be green-tea-infused water, her hands shaking a bit, owing to a bit of desperation to rehydrate her vocal cords.<br><br>She downed the tea, throwing caution to the wind and not caring at all at how hot the liquid could be. Fortunately, the tea was made a few minutes before she reimerged from the dream, allowing it to cool down in the air of the private room. Almost miraculously, Danielle could sense that her vocal cords gained the necessary vibration to properly form the sounds she was used to when communicating. And she wasted no time debriefing her dream to the others.<br><br><strong>"It was very trippy. The pen helped pinpoint me to Rusya and I was able to speak to him. He invited me to his club, so we could speak properly in the real world,"</strong> Danielle explained. <strong>"With this we certainly have a <em>woman</em> on the inside. Before I can strike a bargain with him, he wants to see my powers for himself."</strong><br><br>Danielle relaxed, letting the two other women add in their thoughts and whatever plans they may have, given the new information and the opportunity presented to the oracle. Anoushka was busy wrapping up the Dream Weaver back in its cloth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>17-02-2023, 23:20:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>Taryn, of course, had no reason to stop the massage, even if Danielle was out of her trance now. "The club is quite high in the building, if I recall correctly. Getting to it would get us closer to our objective, at the very least. And there is still the building I mentioned. We could go there and find... well, what there is to find. It might equip us better for the meeting, at the very least. Has Rusya told you what he expects to discuss there? If we could persuade him to take his influence away from the city, to release what claim he's attempting to lay, then we may well fulfill the spirit of our mission rather than the letter, making any effort to try to gain access to the contents of the vault quite unnecessary."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>18-02-2023, 03:47:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>X</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>Fiona didn't have much to add, but she added, "I doubt it'd be as easy as just 'read his mind, learn the security code, out the door.&nbsp; I have no issue with bargaining with him and trying to figure out a fair deal for everyone involved, though.:
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>22-02-2023, 21:36:30</strong>
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				OOC<br><br>Alright, I figured it was about time to wrap up this scene. Danielle has a debt she can call in with Rusya and an appointment at his club.<br><br>I've added a section to Moscow Towers called Big Picture. The PCs are several levels down in pursuing their agendas, and at the top level, things diverge a bit.<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b7/c0/f3/b7c0f3913602c6d87464c8168daad5f3.jpg)</div>Please read updated OOC/Mechanical information at Moscow Towers OOC (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pWpZPk1TPzNqfreRCTjImn15NP0eFXQZDD6oFTzcGU4/edit?usp=sharing)<br><br>I will call for a roll here (Hit the Streets - Mortalis) to see how much more information Fiona can get beyond the default below.<br><br><hr>It was easy for Fiona to get information about the location in the desert South of Las Vegas. She merely needed to call the OCTF. The property was an old, bankrupt private airfield. The business used to support crop-dusting, sightseeing, and banner-pulling with bi-wing planes. However, the runway was too short and rough to take modern planes. Ownership in the property vanished into a maze of offshore shell companies. The property has a concrete building, a combination office and repair shop, and several Quonset huts used to store small planes. There is a single unpaved road to get into the property, or it can be approached with an off-road vehicle. <br><br>The group headed to their private residences and agreed to talk via phone in the morning.<br><br>Danielle was expected at Rusya's nightclub, After Sunset, sometime after dark. Fiona knew that Rusya typically shifted from the upstairs business club to the downstairs nightclub sometime after dark. Rusya seemed to meet with people from his mostly legitimate businesses during the day and with people from his illegal enterprises at night. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>26-02-2023, 01:03:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>Taryn was up bright and early on the next day, ready to take on the next phase of her plan it wasn't long before she was on the phone with Danielle and Fiona. "Darlings, I've been counting the moments," she said to them. "I know, I know, there will be infiltration at Rusya's club later, but I'm thinking that it might be lovely to go see about that building I've talked to you about? One of my very favourite non-employees did risk much to get us that information, after all."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>28-02-2023, 02:00:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Monsterpoh07.jpg)<br><div align="center">Danielle - Oracle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)</div></div><em>OOC: Danielle received a foretelling, someone will get killed protecting Evan.</em><br><hr>Fiona had driven Danielle back to Hidden Valley so the oracle could crash in Camilla's camper truck. She wondered if she could get an outfit for tomorrow evening's evening at Moscow Towers and hoped it would appropriate as clubwear. As the time whittled down to the meeting, Danielle was informed of the security detail of the whole tower. Since it was going to be the first time anyone on the team has entered the building, Danielle was certainly going to be the eyes in this phase of investigation.<br><br>Danielle took an Uber to Moscow Towers. While she could have gotten a ride sent for her, she thought things were still in a chaotic state at Wonderland and have yet to get any correspondence from the groundskeeper. She did not like waiting, especially with such dire news and an out-of-the-blue vision of someone dying to save Evan. At least she wasn't waiting around being worried for no reason. She had a purpose this evening and hopefully, she would be able to convince Rusya to trust her, in a personal way to boot. Besides, arriving in a limo or town car would speak volumes of what she was about and figured Rusya had tons of eyes around. She was going to go in rather blind and without a line to the outside world. There was discussion that there had been attempts to bug or wire the place, but all avenues on that front had been unsuccessful. She was their only foot in the door and she thought it was best not to sour an invitation by wearing any type of wire. She deduced that with security being tight, she'd have to go through a checkpoint upon her entrance.<br><br>But it was nothing like that at all. Business folk, shoppers, tourist, anybody who seemed to have something to do in the city of Las Vegas, populated the ground floor, which seemed to be a grand lobby, but courtyard seemed to the describe the area more better. There was no checkpoint or much security patrolling the paths to speak of. The only security she saw were occupied with encouraging undesirables, mostly those who were homeless or asking for handouts, to leave, sometimes with some force involved. Other than that, it did not stink like how a bank with a vault filled with money and valuable would appear. Looking above on a three-floor mezzanine were stores most would find on the Strip. Those visiting would take glass elevators ascending up to those levels and the same lifts disappeared into the vaulted ceiling above the courtyard. There was a single elevator, which seemed to be situated in the very center of the building, which seemed to be the only one that went down. The only place that was in the basement was the nightclub.<br><br>Danielle entered this elevator alone and pressed the button labeled "After Sunset." The elevator did not descend immediately and there was a slight pause as if whoever was watching the cameras had momentarily asked if this lone woman, wearing a black T-shirt with denim shorts, and black stocks and black heeled boots, carrying what looked to be a strapped container meant to carry a rolled up document, could get access to the basement. She was not waiting long and the lift jerked a bit as it lowered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>03-03-2023, 21:45:42</strong>
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				OOC<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/de/08/70de0818e99fa3c3aa87b4fe5f4569bf.jpg)</div>Mechanics - Fiona is looking for something that can suppress the radios that the Moscow Towers security team uses to communicate<br>AndyZ rolled an 8 - Whoever your going to is juggling their problems. <br>Mechanically, Fiona will owe the FBI ASAIC a debt if Valentyna agrees to become Fiona's CI (a contact).<br><br>Updated OOC/Mechanical information at Moscow Towers OOC (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pWpZPk1TPzNqfreRCTjImn15NP0eFXQZDD6oFTzcGU4/edit?usp=sharing)<br><br>This scene takes place earlier in the day. <br><hr>Earlier that day...<br><br>Fiona got a return call from her inquiry, looking for something to suppress the radio signals around Moscow Towers. The person was the Assistant Special Agent-In-Charge (ASAIC) of the FIB Field Office. But the message was a bit cryptic, <strong>"We might have who you're looking for, but you're going to owe us one."</strong><br><br>Fiona and Taryn arrived at the FBI Officer's and met with the ASAIC. Cutting to the chase, <strong>Her name is Valentyna Mykhajlivna Solovej. She's got a Ukrainian passport and is technically here at UNLV on a student Visa, majoring in Electrical Systems Engineering. We got a tip about a bank robbery going down. We arrested the perps in the bank, although something or someone had disabled the alarms and set off a cell phone jammer. We caught Valentyna in a car a block away with a trunk full of electronics. She managed to wipe all of the software pretty thoroughly. The Assistant United States Attorney (AUSA) is unsure if we can make a case against her. However, we can jam her up with Immigration and send her back to Ukraine."</strong><br><br>The ASAIC smiled, <strong>"Alternatively, she can sign a Confidential Information agreement with your office Southwest Counter Terrorism, and we'll look the other way. Consider it inter-agency coordination."</strong> The ASIC led the pair into a room where an attractive Ukrainian woman sat at a table.<br><br>As the Trio entered the room, the woman stood up from the table smiling, <strong>"Oh Ladies, please help me out. This is all just a terrible misunderstanding. I just had the parts for my Master's project in the rear of my car when the FBI stopped me."</strong><br><br><hr><div align="center">We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br>&nbsp;</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>04-03-2023, 20:33:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>"Ah yes, masters can be such a handful, can they not?" Taryn said sympathetically. "I use to have some and they were always causing me trouble. I'm more... independent now, of course. But this isn't about mayb. And maybe not even about you. Maybe you could tell us more about your master and why he might need all those electronics?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>06-03-2023, 00:04:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Advancement:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>X</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div> <br><br>As Fiona walked in, she tried her best for a smile, but it didn’t work overly well.&nbsp; “My name is Fiona Fontaine, DHS.”&nbsp; She showed her badge.&nbsp; “Now, given things between Ukraine and Russia right now, I’m hoping it will be easy to get you to assist.&nbsp; We’re looking into a particular Russian problem that wants to become an American problem and set up where he’s not wanted.&nbsp; Thankfully, his security is absolutely garbage and all it takes is blocking his comm system.&nbsp; I’ve been offered to give you amnesty for the other issues in exchange for assistance and an NDA.&nbsp; Interested?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>06-03-2023, 23:13:49</strong>
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				OOC<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/de/08/70de0818e99fa3c3aa87b4fe5f4569bf.jpg)</div>Mechanics - Fiona is looking for something that can suppress the radios that the Moscow Towers security team uses to communicate<br>AndyZ rolled an 8 - Whoever your going to is juggling their problems. <br>Mechanically, Fiona will owe the FBI ASAIC a debt if Valentyna agrees to become Fiona's CI (a contact).<br><br>Updated OOC/Mechanical information at Moscow Towers OOC (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pWpZPk1TPzNqfreRCTjImn15NP0eFXQZDD6oFTzcGU4/edit?usp=sharing)<br><br>This scene takes place earlier in the day. <br><hr>The ASAIC got up and left some papers on the table. <strong>"I don't know what you all want to discuss. Either have her sign the Confidential Informat agreement and leave it behind, or leave Miss Solovej behind."</strong> The ASAIC looked to Valentyna <strong>"If you leave with Special Agent Fontaine, you're her responsibility."</strong><br><br>Valentyna listened closely to Taryn and Fiona. At first, she appeared slightly confused by Taryn, but when Fiona spoke up, her face broke into a broad smile. <strong>Oh, by Master's Project, I mean a project for my degree - a Master's in Cybersecurity."</strong> She looked to Taryn and smiled, <strong>"Ah, you mean a Master like Dominant and submissive. I'm afraid that I'm like you, not happy being submissive. It caused me a bit of a problem back in Europe. Stupid men expected me to bend over because I'm a woman."</strong><br><br>Valentyna looked at Fiona, <strong>How do you Americans put it - I'm a material girl. I don't give a fuck what the nationality of your problem is - American, Russian, Ukranian. I care that you can take care of me. Amnesty is nice, but what I need is a protector. Getting a degree is expensive, and if I'm expected not to do anything illegal, I'll need more than amnesty. I'll need a stipend."</strong> Valentyna licked her lips, <strong>"Whatever you need me to do tonight, let's consider it an audition, not a transaction."</strong><br><br><br><hr><div align="center">We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br>&nbsp;</div>[/quote]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>08-03-2023, 02:15:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>"Not... exactly like that. Not for me," Taryn said. "But yes, like that also. You might be surprised at how difficult it might be to guess at who might benefit from a master just by looking at them from the outside. Or how often one might think they don't like that sort of thing, until they find the right master and it just... clicks." And perhaps she, too, hoped that some day, this might happen to her. Despite all of her experiences, having a master, a good master, was something she occasionally had a longing for. She shrugged. "I'm protecting so many people already, what's one more? But at my place, you wouldn't get a free lunch. You want my protection and my money, you would need to work for them." She looked to Fiona to see what she was offering.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>08-03-2023, 22:26:08</strong>
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				OOC<br><br>Alright, I figured it was about time to wrap up this scene. Danielle has a debt she can call in with Rusya and an appointment at his club.<br><br>I've added a section to Moscow Towers called Big Picture. The PCs are several levels down in pursuing their agendas, and at the top level, things diverge a bit.<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b7/c0/f3/b7c0f3913602c6d87464c8168daad5f3.jpg)</div>Please read updated OOC/Mechanical information at Moscow Towers OOC (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pWpZPk1TPzNqfreRCTjImn15NP0eFXQZDD6oFTzcGU4/edit?usp=sharing)<br><br><hr>It was an interesting negotiation. Fiona had the get-out-of-jail-free card for Valentyna, but Taryn seemed to be talking the hacker's language. Ultimately, Valentyna accepted both their offers - Fiona to keep the various federal agencies (INS, FBI) off the hacker and Taryn to provide her with gainful employment. <br><br>Once Valentyna was on board, things moved quickly. Valentyna's vehicle turned out to be a rental. Valentyna's gear was different. The FBI had a rolling chest with several outlets - power, Gig-Ethernet, and USB-C. A trip to a local UPS store was required, where Valentyna opened a mailbox and retrieved a small package. The package contained what appeared to be a small laptop.<br><br>Valentyna connected the laptop to the rolling case with a cable. She smiled and told the group, <strong>"It's re-installing all of my software. It'll take a few minutes."</strong> Valentyna opened a compartment in the rolling chest while the software rebooted and pulled out a bracelet. She showed Danielle a small compartment on the bracelet that contained a plastic plug.<strong> "If you get a chance, unplug the internet connection on any computer, plug this in, and then plug the connection back in. It'll let me start investigating and eventually hacking their network. As far as jamming their communications,"</strong> Valentyna pointed to another item on the bracelet, <strong>"Squeeze it three times, and I'll start jamming their communications. Be aware that you'll have a limited amount of time. They'll figure out their comms are being jammed and start looking for us."</strong> Valentyna looked to Fiona, <strong>"I'll need to get close to the building. Ideally, next to it. This means they'll find us fairly quickly once they realize they're being jammed."</strong><br><br><hr><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Danielle entered this elevator alone and pressed the button labeled "After Sunset." The elevator did not descend immediately and there was a slight pause as if whoever was watching the cameras had momentarily asked if this lone woman, wearing a black T-shirt with denim shorts, and black stocks and black heeled boots, carrying what looked to be a strapped container meant to carry a rolled up document, could get access to the basement. She was not waiting long, and the lift jerked slightly as it lowered.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Danielle noted that in addition to the two banks of Elevators, there was a lone elevator with no buttons. Likely it went to the penthouse and was remotely activated.<br><br>Danielle was expected. No sooner had she given her name to the Maitre'D, than someone was summoned to escort her. Danielle was escorted through the nightclub and into a service area. Her escort handed her off to someone who was a security guard. The guard took Danielle to an unmarked door and, after knocking, opened the door so that she could enter. Danielle found a plush office behind the door. The office was Oak paneled with shelving full of art curios. The walls held pictures of various celebrities visiting the club. The large room held a small conference table; a sitting area with a couch, two chairs, and a coffee table; and an ornate desk with a pair of straight-back chairs in one corner.<br><br>Rusya bounced out of the chair with a smile on his face. <strong>"After last night, I had no idea if you were real or would take me up on my offer."</strong> Rusya gestured to the sitting area, where a small rolling cart had been parked. The cart held the ubiquitous bottle of vodka with two glasses and caviar with all the trimmings. <strong>"Come sit; let us talk. I've ordered an appetizer in hopes that you would appear."</strong><br><br><strong>"Come, sit down, have drink, enjoy the caviar."</strong> Rusya smiled, but it was closer to the smile of a predator. <strong>"And tell me what brings you to my club. What can you offer me, and what do you want in return?"</strong><br><br><hr><div align="center">We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>10-03-2023, 01:13:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Taryn</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258407#msg16258407)<br></div></div><br>"It's public building, they have parking. We simply need to take my car next to it, then you can simply do what you need there. Do not worry, I can think of a way or two to provide good cover should they come looking. And it will do as a good... interview, let us say. A way to know if you are quite ready to do the sort of work I would require of you." She thought for a moment. Though I do have a side business as well. Putting you there would make you quite... involved should you choose to join it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>01-04-2023, 22:47:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Monsterpoh07.jpg)<br><div align="center">Danielle - Oracle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)</div></div><em>OOC: Danielle received a foretelling, someone will get killed protecting Evan.<br><br>She also got an 8 for a Foretelling roll. She picked: an ally has come to own an item that might reveal more about your prophecy; the MC will tell you where they keep it. This may or may not be relevant to the use of the grimoire to tell something of the future belong to Rusya.</em><br><hr>Once the doors opened, there was someone there to escort her into the nighclub. She nodded to their presence and followed their lead, ending up in a service area. She was then handed off to a security guard, who then led her to an unmarked door. The whole process was very mafia-like, but it came to no surprise to Danielle, who knew she was dealing with a crime boss. The door was opened for her and she was allowed to enter alone. The door closed behind her with a secure-sounding hiss. Turning her attention to the room beyond the door, she was met with a plush office, reminding her of the walls of her... actually, Rusya's dream. The office had wood paneling and sitting upon various shelves were odds and ends of a creative or artistic sense. As she slowly walked into the room, her eyes were attracted to photos along the walls, of various celebrities, captured in varying activities the club offered. Bottle service, half-naked ladies dancing on tables, and even a shot of a fully-nude woman laying on a table line with leaves, her body serving as a platter for sushi and other h'ourdourves. Also in the room was a conference table, a sitting area not unlike the one Danielle sculpted out of a heart-shaped bed in Rusya's dream, and tying it all together, an ornate desk with chairs before it. Rusya was already in the room, but had allowed Danielle to take in her surroundings before he got up and approached her.<br><br>She tried to be friendly, hoping to convey to Rusya she was the same person in his dream. <strong>"I'm real alright, or I wouldn't be here in your office,"</strong> she said as the crime boss gesture her to the sitting area. The rolling cart sent deja vu to the oracle and it was obvious the bottle that rested on it was vodka, Rusya's drink of choice. Along with the bottle was caviar with an assortment of foodstuff to eat along with it. Nodding, she sat down, but did not relax. While she had a nibble of the caviar, a shot of the vodka bathed her face with concern. Or was it the predatory smile on Rusya's face? <strong>"I was hoping to prove to you that I indeed have the power of clairvoyance. If I may..."</strong> she answered and then unslung the container that had been hanging over her shoulder. She unscrew one end and tipped the container over, letting gravity pull the object that was sitting inside it. What appeared as a splintering wooden scroll would be unrolled upon the clear side of the table, revealing Danielle's grimoire. The ancient item would likely cause Rusya to become speechless, entranced by the otherworldly scroll with otherwise circle that could rotate once flattened. He would find certain runes would line up with each rotation of certain rings. Danielle placed her hands upon the grimoire and before she channeled any mystical energies, she looked up to get Rusya's permission. <strong>"May I?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vegas After Dark: "When I've got a Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedKnight</strong> on <strong>04-04-2023, 15:44:39</strong>
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				OOC<br>TBD is to find a Rusya picture, for now, we have the generic Office Tower.<br><br>I've added a section to Moscow Towers called Big Picture. The PCs are several levels down in pursuing their agendas, and at the top level, things diverge a bit.<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b7/c0/f3/b7c0f3913602c6d87464c8168daad5f3.jpg)</div>Please read updated OOC/Mechanical information at Moscow Towers OOC (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pWpZPk1TPzNqfreRCTjImn15NP0eFXQZDD6oFTzcGU4/edit?usp=sharing)<br><br><hr>Rusya was on his best behavior with Danielle. The mobster was trying to win her over. However, Danielle sensed that the man was mercurial and could turn on a dime, should he feel that another tactic would get him what he wanted.<br><br>Rusya smiled at Danielle. <strong>"Yes, a demonstration would be good. Many people work for me - accountants, clerks, managers, and enforcers. I'm familiar with the creatures of the night - vampires and werewolves. However, I am concerned about those with powers beyond mortals, such as you, and those who travel from beyond the world - the Fae and Demons."</strong> Rusya sighed, <strong>I seek a defense against those beyond mortalis, beyond the night. Let me see that you can do something beyond manipulating my dreams."</strong><br><br><strong>"If I am impressed with your demonstration. I will grant you an appropriate favor. I wonder what a person like you might consider a suitable form of compensation."</strong><br><br><hr><div align="center">We've Got a Problem (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344700.0)&nbsp; <br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.0) <br>Game Palette (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TQjkX1IbaF79Bcze6X7lX2ynGcwkx4AukKLXuqPe8WA/edit?usp=sharing)<br>Urban Shadows Cliff Notes (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Wjn-Pim2L0qUYcSCW7z6HzDZO0O5_1UQVbg1QWcGLc/edit?usp=sharing)<br></div>
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