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ErlangShen , Cabochard
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Several nights pass and Juan has finally recovered enough to go with Rina to the site of his debacle. The house looks much the same as that night: dark and silent, standing vigil over the bare branches of the trees in the park opposite it.
The Kindred arrive just as the night starts, intent on finding out the fate of their allies.
The nights were not easy on him. The guilt of succumbing to the Red Fear. He ran leaving two Kindred behind. One he considered an ally. Left to the tender mercies of a maniac.
Tonight, he dressed for function. A black leather jacket, atop a matching black shirt, dark blue jeans, and running shoes.
Cordoba had a lot to think about on the drive over. Memories of information drifted back to his mind. He kept his eyes on the road as he spoke to Rina "This guy likes playing with fire."
The black BMW pulled up along the curb at the start of the block. The Daeva cut off the engine. "Pardon me," he said before he reached over to the glove compartment retrieving the katar and flashlight. He stuffed the flashlight into his pocket and held the katar in his hand. He shifted his weight to slide the katar into his jeans, concealing it with his shirt and jacket. "Ready?" Juan said with a look to Rina.
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Rina came into this operation with her normal grumpy demeanor, multiplied by ten. If the Night of the Orangutan had been terrible, this one would probably be worse - a new contender for Worst Night Ever. Hopefully she would come out of it with all her pieces where they belong, and one intact spy in the Carthians. At this point, nothing else really mattered, except killing the idiots who'd caused this ruckus in the first place, whether their magic bracelet worked or not.
She'd dressed to kill, as always. A dark blue/grey hoodie, with a nice wide hood to hide her face so she didn't need to waste Vitae. Over the hoodie, she wore her thick leather jacket, the one that might save her life. Dark blue motorcycle pants. Combat boots, with her knife hidden in them, the shadows pulled about to hide it completely. And, of course, her katana, in its black cloth bag, held between her knees during the drive. She was fairly sure she would get some actual use out of it. Finally, she had her lockpicks with her, ready to crack open a door if it was locked.
As Juan stops the car and retrieves his items, she notes them critically. The katar was fine, it was a fairly elegant weapon, so long as he knew how to use it. The flashlight though... "Are your eyes defective?" Could he not see in the dark? Everyone could see in the dark, or the kindred could, anyway. Who needed a flashlight when their senses were as advanced as the vampires'?
She didn't wait for his response, though. The Shadow pulled herself out of the car, leaving her katana behind for now. It would only get in the way. She took a second to peer around, before pulling up her hood and striding towards the door. Once she reached it, she tried the doorknob.
If there's something out there, Rina saw it. 7 suxx Perception.
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The Kindred enter the building and reach the apartment without incicent. Trying the doorknob doesn't work, though - the door is locked.
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A hiss escapes the Shadow's mouth at the familiar smell. It seemed tonight had definitely prepared itself to be the Worst Night Ever, but, this time she had caught it in advance. At least it meant she wouldn't get lit on fire, this time. Her hand shot out to stop Juan from going too close to the door. "Stop. Gasoline. I need a bottle of water." Because SCIENCE! Rina could spray the bottle under the door, and if the gasoline was all over the floor, it would beat it back, and prevent the fire from reaching her. If the door was trapped to spark a fire, that would definitely help.
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Both Kindred remember a convenience store on the way. Cabo, figuring out that the gasoline can be pushed away by a large amount of water because they don't mix needs a Wits + Science roll from either on of you. Figuring that you might have a use for water with gasoline in the apartment is ok without a roll.
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Rina shakes her head. "On second thought, no. We do not need water. Just...be quiet and stay out of the way." Out come the lockpicks, laid out on the ground. The torsion wrench and the half-diamond, the most useful one, came up into her hands, and dove into the lock. A few pushes here and there, and she worked her way to an opening.
Juan nodded and accepted Rina's instruction. It was best not to interrupt her as she did her work. Without a word further, the Daeva stepped away keeping an eye out for any potential hazards.
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