There Will Be Blood

[Fractured]

Tug rids in tense silence alongside Tech and Sam on their way to the Circle. If one iota of ectoplasm on Falx's head had been harmed, Tug would make sure his brother had plenty company on the other side. His fist tightens around his dragon knuckle. But he wasn't in this alone- alongside the newly Awakened and Acanthus Councilor, his fellow Sentinels would be meeting them outside Arrow HQ.

Biscuit squirms agitatedly in his lap as the Shaman performs the mudras that would bridge his consciousness to the Primal Wilds. "Protect yourself like I told you the other day, Sam. No telling what we'll find." He hoped they didn't find an empty armory. If the rest of the Death Dealers had taken West's extensive gun collection, things were going to get worse in Sacramento, if that were actually possible. Once the trio arrive, Tug keeps an eye out for West and Joshua.

LifeSight5, SenseLife3, LifeArmor

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2011-11-12 00:17:34		tug rolls 14 to life armor res3+ath4+1rotespec+life4+2HS (10 Again)		6, 10, 8, 4, 9, 5, 9, 2, 6, 5, 5, 1, 4, 1, 2		4 successes
2011-11-12 00:14:21		tug rolls 12 to sense life (wits3+med2+1rotespec+life4+2HS) (10 Again)		1, 2, 5, 3, 4, 3, 8, 3, 10, 6, 6, 10, 2, 2		3 successes
2011-11-12 00:13:23		tug rolls 12 to life sight com3+med2+1rotespec+life4+2HS (10 Again)		4, 6, 10, 3, 1, 10, 10, 2, 2, 3, 7, 4, 8, 3, 8		5 successes

Don't have my book on me now to double-check these pools but I think they're all accurate Sig updated.

[West (The Mage)]

West arrives in his truck, and gets out. The usual suit has been replaced with dark BDUs, boots, and there's a ruck sack he slings over a shoulder. He gives tug a small wave as he finishes polishing off an apple.

[Mike Tamwood]

Mike had followed West in his second hand hearse. As he steps out the only addition to his clothes are some leather gloves. The Moros nods to the other man waiting.

'Sooo... what exactly are we going to do?' A smile on his face makes clear there is no fear.

Fighting in Fashion

  Let's hope this is only the beginning of good rolls

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2011-11-12 19:32:19		Mike rolls 8 to Gno + Death to cast Grim Sight (10 Again)		9, 9, 6, 1, 9, 1, 9, 1		4 successes
2011-11-12 19:31:26		Mike rolls 8 to Gno + Death to cast Entropic Guard (10 Again)		10, 5, 9, 3, 10, 9, 9, 10, 3, 8, 1		7 successes

[Tug]

Tug gets out of Tech's ride, nodding to West and Tamwood. "Sir," he says to the Magister, "I'm thinkin' we ought to wait for Joshua I'm worried there might be a bomb or somethin' waiting for us." Tug trusted the Matter-focused Sentinel's abilities; he didn't know about David Bowie's. He makes another fast hand movement, uttering syllables that seemed to pulse from the Living Tongue, that would enable him to search for his brother in Twilight. "I'm worried about Falx in there, too," he explains, his voice tense.

adding Speak w/Dead Pot4

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2011-11-13 21:24:45		tug rolls 9 to speak w dead (wit3+occ3+death1 + 2HS) (10 Again)		7, 9, 6, 10, 6, 7, 3, 4, 9, 9		4 successes

added to Sig.

[MethodofDestruction]

"Right." Tech says in agreement to what Tug says to Sam. He waits a second after Tug gets out, before pulling his hourglass necklace out and spinning it several times, while doing his quickly-familiar rote mudras to let him alter Fate on a whim.

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2011-11-14 09:14:27		Technique rolls 1 to Dox (10 Again, Chance)		4		failure
2011-11-14 09:13:43		Technique rolls 11 to Assured Victory (10 Again)		2, 9, 9, 8, 6, 2, 4, 2, 7, 6, 2		3 successes

Finished with that, he climbs out of the nondescript Impala, trotting over to the rest of the guys. He rocking blue jeans, a black hoodie, and a black beanie. He tried to fight down the quickly rising adrenaline - they were about to storm the Circle, and he had no idea if there would even be anything left in there. "Magister West. Mike." He says in greeting. He gives the new guy an appraising look. "New blood in town? Thanks for the help."

[Joshua Morris]

Joshua approaches from the parking lot, thumbs tucked into the pockets of a zipped-up grey windbreaker. Walking towards the Circle is like walking into the wind, his shame at failing to keep it secure a near-tangible force pushing him away. He nods as he approaches, acknowledging strangers and old hands alike. "How we doing?" he asks the group at large after a moment--only because he feels he ought to say something, but doesn't know what. "Sorry you all might die today because of my fuck-up" didn't have the same ring to it.

[Iblardora]

Sam looks over at the other man and nods. He seems a might more relaxed and not so scared as he was the day at the museum. He stands to the side though as if seperated from the group.

The circle sits empty, quiet, and most of all dark. There seems to be a heavy air around the place. There aren't any visible signs of occupation, but that doesn't mean anything.

[West (The Mage)]

West looked around, making sure the area was clear, watching the other Arrows casting.

"Fair. Who's that?" he asked, looking at Sam.

He skipped the introduction, waiting to hear the story before divulging any information; although, from the looks of it, they were treating him like a brother in law already.

"Oh, and Technique? You're the official liaison to the Consilium, and Councilor Qadesh is expecting a SitRep of all of Sacramento."

Oh, yes, he said it with a perfectly straight face.

Besides, if Sam was A Bad Guy, might as well give him a target.