Discovering Another Stone

[MethodofDestruction]

Technique parked the Cadillac diner parking lot, the digital glow from his clock reading a resounding 6:30. The Desert Eagle sitting in the passenger seat. He made a definate facepalm gesture, trying to clear away the lingering effects of not-enough-sleep and only-a-couple-of-drinks. Game face, puto. Lets do it. Twirling the hourglass medallion he keeps tucked under his shirt, he starts channeling the Supernal through it, bringing luck and fruition to their activities.

Probable Cause, 2 suxx

2011-06-03 16:49:26
Technique rolls 9 to Probable Cause (2 Gno + 4 Fate) (10 Again, WillPower)
8, 6, 8, 3, 4, 1, 3, 1, 3
2 successes1 Mana, WP spent

He tucks the Desert Eagle into his waistband, picks up his newspaper, and heads inside the diner. "Mornin, Nance." he says to the waitress, who starts filling up his cup-of-the-usual. He sidles into one of the booths, opens the Spanish newspaper, and begins reading, relying on the coffee and half-hour of early arrival to help him wake up.

[Iblardora]

Outside the Cafe, a few blocks to the east, Ahriman jogged, checking his watch through sleepy eyes . His body was aching from waking up so early and the cool morning air washing over his skin was doing little to cool him after his morning routine. He tried to control his breathing, forcing himself not to gasp and to keep jogging in the rhythm he had set for himself. His body complained and he could feel his legs began to ache. He mentally noted to be sure to add some more leg strengthening exercises to his work out before stepping up his pace as the meeting place came into view. He blinks blearily down at his watch, noting the time. 6:46, not bad... though it could be better. Mind you, he thought as he approached the door, he had woken up far to early this morning, and the move yesterday had worn him out.

'It must be the move that's throwing me off.'

It sounded like a lame excuse even in his own head. He paused about a block down to catch his breath and let his body cool down while he puts up his various shield. Before doing so he glanced down at himself to check his wardrobe. He was wearing what he called "formal sweats." They were really just nice looking sweats and a clean white tee. He looked down at his outfit and wonder if he should go home to change instead of wearing sweats to his first mission. He could even shower and take a nap...

No!

He pulls his hand through his hair, feeling the mental Shield catch, and then quickly wriggles his hand in front of his face feeling that catch as well. Satisfied he stretches and ignoring his bodies protests, he jogged up to the door and entered the cafe, looking around for Tech.

When he would spot him he would nod and move towards him.

"Morning." He would say, slipping into the seat across from him.

Rolls

2011-06-03 17:45:07
Ahriman rolls 8 to Putting up Misdirection (10 Again)
6, 7, 4, 10, 7, 10, 7, 2, 7, 1
2 successes 2011-06-03 17:42:03
Ahriman rolls 8 to Putting up mind shield (10 Again)
2, 6, 1, 9, 2, 5, 6, 7
1 success

[MethodofDestruction]

Technique folds the paper down, waves at the waitress for another Coffee, and looks at Ariman. "First - be careful what we say round here, less you can do anything about it. Second, what company you work for?" He takes another long pull from his drink, adjusting his seating and looking around for more arrivals.

[Iblardora]

"Ah'm A military man." he said, using his old fall back code for the Arrow, being far far to tired to contemplate a better way of saying it. He wasn't quiet sure what the other part of the greeting meant but he assumed he wanted to know if he could make their conversation unheard. "and no, ah can't, ah will try to be dithcrete. What about your company?"

[MethodofDestruction]

Tech gives Augustin a toothy smile. "Course not! Sit down, sit down." He takes another sip of his coffee. "Military, eh? We got a good presence around here - lord knows we need it. Our HQ is at the Circle, which is shared with the....uhm..." he takes a second, thinking of another word for the Guardians. "Gestapo. So, August - can i call you Auggie? No? Y'Sure? Ok. - What company are you working for?"

[Iblardora]

Ahriman smirks slightly at the the wording for the Guardians and nods, liking this man already. He then turns to Augustin and nods his greeting, moving over so he can fit.

He let his mind drift off as the others talk, wanting to pay attention but unable as he felt his weariness wear off to be replaced with a sense of excitement. It had been a while since his last mission, and he could feel the burning anxiety of a good case of pre-mission nerves welling up in him. His mind was darting ahead wondering things like what the mission could be? What he was going to be asked to do? and most importantly : where would he get guns?

Stopping that train of thought he quietly began to form an Imago in his mind. He wanted to listen at least with part of his mind, so he imagines his thoughts splitting, flowing in two parallel lines. Still he felt the magic slip and frowns, trying again. It slips away again and he puffs , frustrated now.

"So what are we doing today?" He asks finally.

Rolls

Ahriman rolls 3 to One mind two thoughts (10 Again)
Ahriman rolls 3 to Ignore that last one Trying one mind two thought (10 Again)
1, 1, 4
failure

6, 2, 3
failure

[Matt]

Brent arrives looking rushed, carrying a backpack with him. The backpack was huge, as if something from army surplus. He smiles at Tech "Sorry I am late... but you probably knew before I did."

[MethodofDestruction]

Tech drains the last dregs of his cups as Matt gets there. "Your not late. Why would i have said 7 oclock if i knew people couldnt show up on time?" He gives Matt a straight face...but that twinkle in the eye...just cant....he busts out laughing. "Ohh, man, im sorry, hah...hahahaaa....ok.......The stone? Err...lets see. Every situations different, so were not really going to know until we get to the sculpture. The stone'll probably have something to protect it, so if you see it be careful before you pick it up." Nancy comes back by with the coffee, which Tech gladly accepts another cup. She walks off, and Tech continues to describe what he knows. "Someone is probably going to be looking over it. Fuck if i know who. First group i ran across isnt going to be a problem for anyone - and the other we might not see until he kills one of us." He takes another drink of coffee, voice as casual as anything. As if the thought of getting killed before you know whats going to happen was an everyday occurance. "Other than that, not much else were gonna know till we get there. Just keep your eyes peeled and watch out for anything off setting. Ariman, you strapped? I got somethin you can use 'til ya find something else."