Terry rides with Barkley in the direction he sensed wrath in. The Wrath sensed was higher than ground level though, but beyond that the exact location was fairly vague.
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Occultation
Terry rides with Barkley in the direction he sensed wrath in. The Wrath sensed was higher than ground level though, but beyond that the exact location was fairly vague.
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Glancing across to her woody companion, Terri grins at their partnership; Tree-man and Squirrel Girl, ready to kick some...well, kick something at any rate.
"Tell me, Sam, how do you wish to play this? Go straight up and ask or simple pass-by stakeout?" Despite a bubbly exterior, Terri's question is rooted with seriousness, meant to tell Barkely she ain't just a furry nobody; She got skillz.
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Heh. The little squirrel's got chutzpah. Barkley smiles and answers Terri while watching the road and occasionally glancing out the window to take in the neighborhood. "We're going to be cautious when investigating angry strangers and/or unfamiliar magic, Terri," he says with a mock sternness. "Now the bad news... My 'rage-o-meter' isn't a precise instrument. Keep an eye out while I drive around, get my bearings..."
WhozHoodizDis?
"...this neighborhood is kinda familiar..." he mumbles, more or less to himself, as he tries to think of any likely congregations of enraged people- is this gang turf? if not, bars, clubs, are good places to look; so are back alleys, liquor and convenience stores
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Occultation
The local areas isn't noted for any gang activity, and despite the fact that area is full of cheaper apartments, the population is fairly sparse at this time of day.
(Wits + Composure + 1 from Barkley please)
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As Barkely drives, Terri puts her feet up on the dashboard and slouches into the seat, her short legs not having to bend that much, a position she seems much more comfortable with. Her hands dangle between her legs where she holds onto one of her backpack's straps, clutching it for dear life.
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Occultation
Barkley thinks, but is not absolutely sure, that the Wrath he felt was somewhere over there.
There just happens to be a 8 story apartment building.
The Steinman Apartments.
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"Oh, that's just peachy," Barkley remarks sourly. "I think it's coming from there," he says to Terri, one short, stubby finger pointing out the Steinman. "...bastarddamnfakeasshighrisecrap," he finishes audibly his inner monologue and sighs. "Nothin' for it but to check the 'meter' again," he says to Terri. The stingy little man hates to part with his Glamour, unless he's hitting someone with his stick.
Baleful Sense redux
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Barkley shuts his eyes tight for a moment while he enacts his Contract, then reopens them and says, "It's definitely still here, in there, but it's only two men now." He stares at the building for several moments before announcing, "Somewhere between the third and...fifth floors. Bring your bag." Barkley puts the Ford in park, and as he leaps down from the driver's seat, he pulls his quarterstaff from behind it, and puts his shades on. "Play along that I'm blind, if anyone asks about the stick. I'm not leaving this behind."
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Terri slides her arm through Sam's free arm, acting as his guide, a chipper look on her face and a giggle in her voice.
"This is a delightful fantasy, wouldn't you agree."
Cranning her neck to up the high-rise, the Steepscrambler smiles broadly and whispers closer to Barkley.
"Now that's a challenge I'd like to take on someday."
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