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Milo was lazy, and his physical abilities tended to reflect that fact. As Krumm sped ahead, Milo continued running after the car. He was mildly surprised to see the Ogre ram the vehicle like it was some guy in a bar, but hey, Milo didn't judge Summers.
1 suxx to run
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As Krumm throws himself at the car, the strength of Stone flowing through his body, he hits it with enough force to make a dent in the driver's door, and a bruise to form on the Ogre's shoulder.
Which certainly gets the driver's attention, the small car stopping suddenly. The driver, a guy in his early-twenties, looks round at him shocked, his brown eyes going wide in astonishment as he mouths "What the fuck?!"
Over by the tennis courts, the canary flutters down from the fence and settles closer to the couple playing tennis, still observing the game.
The screams from the other end of the park grow louder as loud music begins to play from where the voices echo. Sounds like some kind of party.
@Krumm takes 1 bashing damage
Antonio sidled on up to Lucy. The bird wasn't shit. Whatever. That was fine. He had useful information, and would soon have more.
"I know what he looks like."
At least, his Mask.
"Perhaps while they do this and talk to him, we go look around in the places we would expect to find a fellow like this, si? I recall splitting up being part of the plan."
His eyes snapped over to the car which Krumm had smashed with his body?! and he opened himself to the shock and fear that such an impact must have drawn from the driver. Glamour came from strong emotion, and hitting someone with a car tended to provoke such a thing.
"Yeaaaaah..." he muttered to the Elemental, giving the tiniest chinjut at the car. Ogres, drawing attention to themselves. Why was this happening? "Shall we?"
Attempting to Harvest passively the strong burst of emotion of the driver as Krumm hits his car. Antonio gets his Streetwise on for skill-based perception to attempt to search out their quarry, who he now understands is some sort of dealer.
Forgot to roll this...
Reading what Krumm was going to do to the side of the car, Jeffrey trotted towards the back of the vehicle. As the vehicle sped up and Krumm rammed the side of the door, it was all Jeffrey could do to not do the same to the rear of the vehicle but he kept it cool. He didn't want to over react just yet, plenty of time for that later.
After the car skids to a halt, he will stand there with his arms crossed, waiting to stop the car if necessary. His wasn't the place to make with the nice talk. He left that up to Milo.
Jeffrey will hold action to stop the car if the guy tries to reverse
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Though Krumm's unorthodox method meant the man in the vehicle would not be starting with a helpful attitude. Of course with two Summers and an Autumn that would hardly be an issue. Given the circumstances Milo wasn't overly worried about popularity.
"So sorry!" Milo said through ragged pants as he finally caught up to the car. "My friend must have tripped while trying to catch up to you!"
He slouched down with both hands on his knees as he took a deep breathe. This running thing? Yeah, Summer can keep it.
Finally standing up straight again he looked into the vehicle at the driver. "My sincerest apologies about the damage to your vehicle, but I have a question I was hoping you would be privy to the answer to. Given the illicit activity I just witnessed your participation in, I was hoping you could tell us about a man named Tommy Cook? For example where to find him?"
-1 Glamour for Fairest social boost on the lie.
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As Antonio waits for Lucy to reply, he feels a mote of Glamour flow from the shocked driver. He also feels his phone begin to vibrate and when he glances at the screen, he recognizes the number of his friend.
As Milo talks, the driver's window is still open and he can hear the Fairest loud and clear, and he can't hide the shocked I'm in deep shit look off his face. Glancing in his rear view mirror, he spots the hungry looking guy and wonders just why he looked so hungry. He really didn't want to find out.
"Don't know a Tommy Cook," he stutters, obviously afraid.
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Lucy is happily surprised to hear that Antonio knows more. A hot man with good connections, and they can speak spanish. What else is perfect?
'Yeah, we... should.' She looks at the yellow birdie, hesitant to leave it alone. But as long as it stays there, it's fine.
Then the apparently usual "ogre tries to run over a car" situation happens. The Winter Courtier just shakes her head. Then she chuckles, 'And they told you to keep an eye on me?'
She thinks for a second, if there's no typical drug addict lying around somewhere, they should probably start looking where the most people are. And the word fiesta just sounds good. Thus Lucy points to where the music is coming from. She speaks to her newest friend - in Spanish.
"<<Are we ready to party, then?>>"
After recovering from his impact with the ton of steel he just crashed into, Krumm made his way over to Milo, rubbing on his bruised shoulder. Krumm had very little knowledge about the world of selling narcotics, so he had no frame of reference to determine whether this guy was lying or not.
"Who were you dealing with just a moment ago? Were you buying or selling? What were you dealing in?"
Antonio's head snapped to face Morgan, and he shot her a big, broad grin. <<"You speak Spanish? Chica, let's go party after this, yeah?">> He had a thing or two he just knew she'd fucking love. He'd cure those sorrows.
After.
Time to go to the party and check it the fuck out. Find their guy. Get him to come hang out. Little bit of Spring mojo, and it'd be done. Fuck running into cars and being scary.
What's that party like, amigo?
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