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Yes, this truly was the realm of Beasts. This 'Buster' was a slave to his instincts, to his needs, and this would be his downfall. Prowling like a hunting cat after Twist and her new beau, Takeda followed. Hopefully, the Archon would let her take his legs and arms. He shouldn't need them anymore, after all.
Curse: Sakki (The projected Intent to Kill)
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Mable quietly followed the path that led to where Buster was taking Twist. Or was it Twist taking Buster? Either way Mable was going out and around to end up where they were headed.
5 successes
The giant man simply faded into the shadows.
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Presence
Striking Looks
Twist smiled and skipping forward to fall in with him, she slipped her arm through his. Making up chit chat about what she had heard about his dogs, tucking in innuendos, letting her fingertips occasionally drift against his skin... she let him lead her away from the groups.
She resisted the urge to look around for her companions, trusting that they were following the 'couple'.
It wasn't that she didn't think she could handle Buster on her own, she did. It simply would be easier if the others lent aid.
Do we need to roll initiatives?
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Buster reaches his pickup. Leering, really, he swiftly opens up the cab. The little light is feeble in comparison to the dark shoals around them.
"Heh... Get in, yeah? Then this old guy is gonna make you purr like a kitten." His voice is husky, hoarse with need.
So intent is he on Twist that he spots neither Takeda or [b]Mabel[b] as they close in around him. Thanks to his own effort, Krieg might well have vanished from the earth.
He waits politely in a crude approximation of gentility, for the undercover Archon to clamber into the cab.
No need for Initiative at the moment. Buster is TOTALLY UNAWARE of the ambush thats coming. For the moment.
Krieg followed the pair, a silent giant hunting in the darkness. He maneuvered around to get the best angle of Twist 's face to gauge when to pounce.
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Mable continued to snake quietly around between cars, through trees using whatever she can for cover. She watches for an indication from Twist she should pounce.
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Presence
Striking Looks
Twist hesitates at the car, biting at her lower lip as she glances at Buster from under her lashes. And then obligingly, crawls up into the cab with a laugh at his commentary.
"Be careful," she teases back, "this kitten has some claws." And curling her fingers into a mock claw she reaches out to scratch the air between them.
And then scoots backwards,making room for him to join herkeeping clear of any accidental blood spray.
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Buster will be SURPRISED.
Those who wish will get a free Action before he gets time to react (at which time we switch to Initiative).
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Mable popped out of hiding and hit Buster. "Fucker." Mable said in a southern accent.
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