I should note that I am in error. It's not actually a dramatic failure. I just rolled a one on one die. My bad.
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I should note that I am in error. It's not actually a dramatic failure. I just rolled a one on one die. My bad.
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There were a lot of things Avis didn't know, a lot of things she fumbled through, and even more that she faked. Thankfully, learning her way about town and working with the people on the street were not some of those things. The help she got from her potential cabal-mates didn't hurt, that was for damn sure, too.
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Together the group talks to the people around. Joggers, dog walkers, kids outta school with nothing better to do.
Apparently it's a decent enough neighborhood, except for this one guy named Rob Ackerman at [address]. This guy had a huge gambling problem so he set up a few regular card games. He had his regulars and some thru traffic for over a year. He was on a pretty good roll too till he disappeared a few months ago. No one has any idea what actually happened to him, but they all have the same idea of what could've happened to the poor guy and it wasn't a vacation in the Bahamas.
Once they got the goods on the area, Asp looked lost in thought. This was the first time she'd ever done something quite like this before, but her intuition was pointing her in a direction.
"Might be a good place to check out, especially if it's on the line," she said to the group once they were on their own. "Guy gets too lucky, maybe he pisses the wrong people off..."
A little circle motion, a twirl of her finger as if encouraging them to follow the logic to its (and Mr. Ackerman's) inevitable conclusion.
I'm good to proceed if you guys are.
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"Might as well check it out," Avis agreed with a shrug. The rest of the neighborhood was nice, and the lack of a resident at their possible Hallow seemed like a good omen. Not that there wouldn't be complications, like dealing withthe lateAckerman'sdebt collectorsassociates, but Avis wasn't entirely a stranger to how those groups worked and more importantly, she and her friends were Awakened. If two Talons and two Eyes couldn't handle the machinations of regular criminals then they had bigger problems than not being able to secure a Hallow.
To Ackerman's!
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Avis had skillz, yo.
He knew a little bit about the underground, but he couldn't have worked it as well as she had. Nice. The rumors? They bugged him, but they were just rumors. Haters gonna hate. Ackerman could be sipping a neon drink with an umbrella tucked in it on a beach somewhere. Besides, res-o-nance didn't lie, right?
"To the Bat-Cave!"
Oh, hell. He'd said that out loud.
Let's do it!
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"... lucky..." Mandy chuckled suddenly as the information was compiled, her previous discontentedness washing away. "Oh yes, Luck goes both ways... he had his fair share of the good, so the bad had to hit at some point." The idea amused her probably more than it should have. Fate was such a fickle mistress.
Alright, moving along then!
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The four arrive at the address, and Cut can note the ley line flowing directly underneath the building. The first notable feature of the house is that it isn't a house. The place is freaking huge. Glass doors lead into what was likely a ticket line at one point before another set of doors take you into the theater itself. As you approach you see a paper on the inside of the door with information for sales and the contact information for Justin Johnston, the current landlord.
Feel free to snoop or call or whatever you like!
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"... this is ours, right? ... Like... now?" Mandy's voice stated, as she sounded to be somewhat in awe.
The architecture. Fuck the Mysterium and their museum. This? This was cultured. Architecturally beautiful. Entirely enchanting. Phenomenal. Extraordinary. "... I mean seriously, now." She wanted info. She wanted it's history. She wanted to see it, to know it, to keep it. She wanted to know every little secret about this building. Badly. Desperately. There was... okay. She was admittedly almost a little hot and bothered by it.
Asp's jaw kind of dropped at the fucking movie theater!!! that was before them. "Avis..." She tapped the other girl on the shoulder several times excitedly. "Think of how much Tarantino we could watch if we got a projector..."
The snakey looked excitably back and forth between the others. "Cut... Cut..." She tapped on the phone number. "Phone this man!"
Kid. In. Candy. Shop.
How cool would Kill Bill be here?!
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