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True to his word, Marcus parks his jeep at the address he had given the others and kills the engine. He inhales deeply and then lets out a slow, deliberate exhalation before turning to his passengers.
"Right. You two might want to check that you brought everything you need while we wait for Rick and Danny."
Seemingly following his own advice, Marcus double-checks the contents of his rucksack as he awaits the arrival of the rest of their little hunting party.
Being a relatively sensible, if nervous, guy, Danny had taken a bus several blocks away and walked. He cautiously approached, gripping his new cane tightly and scanning the area ahead of him. His multi-jointed fingers were paler than usual from the force of his hold.
His heart thudded frantically against his ribs, screaming with fear and adrenaline.
But at least he knew how to protect himself, what to do. It would have been worse otherwise.
Okay. For the Freehold. I'm just here for the Freehold, and because I owe Smudge my life, and I want to pay that debt off properly. I'm okay. Action's coming and I'm going to be okay.
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Stripes rifles through his pockets. Thanks to his claws he doesn't need any weapons and he doesn't carry around any tools for his contracts. He pulls out two small bits of wood though. To normal eyes they're a simple twig and an old popsicle stick, but Stripes recalls the note that had been left for him explaining their properties.
He smiles as he returns the two items to his pocket. Hopefully these tokens from the Ash Run would come in handy.
"Got everything I need." the tiger confirms with a nod.
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Rick rolled his shoulders as he approached, getting himself used to the weight of his vest again. Not that he was uncomfortable with it, by any means. He'd certainly worn it often enough. But not quite so much that bearing the weight was second nature. The knife sheathed between the sweatshirt he wore to cover the armor was quite a bit more familiar. His other weapon, a newly-acquired tonfa, a bit less so. But he wanted something on hand he could use to take a gangster alive with...that and there was a new trick he'd just been dieing to try out.
He comes to a stop once he reaches the rest of the Lost, eyes scanning their surroundings. "We'll want to strengthen our masks, if they might be ensorcelled. No need letting them know what they're up against right away."
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Exiting Marcus' vehicle, Smudge dragged his guitar case with him, muttering as he did so. He needed to keep his head down on this one but the burning desire to extract some kind of revenge on the fuggers that left a gaping wound in his chest. He glanced left and right, almost looking for trouble.
When the Dread Lord made his suggestion, the Ogre had to agree, and quickly caused his red skin tone and chemical smog to fade away so he looked.....well, equally ugly, in truth.
"Ready."
Mask Hardened
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There are three cars parked outside of the warehouse, but there's no one outside at the moment. It's about 7 pm, and is just starting to get dark. The streets are mostly deserted around this area, except for a stray dog searching for something in a dumpster nearby. There's some graffiti on the walls of the warehouse, but its hard to tell what they say from this far away. It's unusually quiet outside, but there's a thumping sound coming from inside the warehouse.
Danny took a breath and remembered to harden his Mask, hiding away the pallid, gaunt, fanged reality with the pallid, gaunt face of a man suffering from some wasting disease.
In hindsight, his Mask wasn't really very different. All it did was alter the proportions a little, and hide away the points of his teeth. Obviously, this was helpful for not giving the game away, but it would have been nice if it was a little less... cancer chique. He gently fed the glamour into his breastplate, the tracework of light flicking across it in strange, ethereal patterns. Then he let it suffuse his limbs, making him that fraction quicker and lighter on his feet, before he fastened his long coat shut.
Then he slowly approached the group and flashed them a thin-lipped, awkward smile.
"So... let's go?"
-1 Glamour to Harden the Mask, -1 Glamour to activate Token, -1 Glamour for Wizened Blessing
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Stripes takes a deep breath as he calls up the glamour. A hunter needs to know when to hide, how to blend with the environment...
He feels a chill as his mask hardens. Black and orange pelt is covered by tanned skin, his whiskers retract, his claws replaced by normal fingernails. Even his black-hair seems a bit tamer than normal. The tiger shivers a bit, reassuring himself that his claws are still there for when he needs them.
He also pulls the popsicle stick out of his pocket again. The tiger thinks it over for a moment before popping the cracked stick in his mouth. There's a slightly sweet tang on his tongue as the last of the color is sucked the last bit of color off of it. Senses sharpen and his muscles twitch a bit...
OOC: -1 glamour to harden the mask. Using the "Cracked Popsicle Stick" fetch token, Stripes has +2 on initiative checks for the scene, -1 to Degeneration checks.
Stripes spits out the spent token and nods to the others.
"Just in case." he says, feeling the magic suffusing through him.
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Smudge grinned as Stripes spoke but a part of him yearned to also let loose with the glamour.
Shame he'd been forbidden to, at least unless absolutely necessary.
"Should be int'restin'," he mumbled as he looked across to the warehouse, his lone eye glaring. "Wha' the fug is tha' thumpin'? Sounds like someone's takin' a poundin'."
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Marcus' familiar shiny skin begins to take on a drab, dull, beige cast as he hardens his Mask. The etched arcane symbols that can normally be seen slowly crawling their way around his arms and legs are now stationary and appear to be mundane tattoos. Getting out of his Jeep, he slides his rucksack onto his shoulders and locks the door.
"Right. Remember, this isn't a race. We're going to take this nice and slow. No charging in, looking for a fight. We're going to be like bloody ninjas... unseen and unheard with our eyes and ears wide open. We're going to watch each others' backs, but this isn't about payback. This is information gathering. Alright?"
The Longest Day's Hunter looks expectantly at each of his companions for signs of agreement or acknowledgement.
One Glamour used to Strengthen Mask.
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