(Witch Hunters) ...at the stake...

[Cayce]

Alastor

Alastor bends down to examine the box. Even without opening it, he can tell that it is housing some sort of automated winch that dragged the spike strip from another box across the road. No doubt triggered remotely, definitely by someone that was watching...

Though, looking around, he spotted a security camera mounted at an odd angle on a building. Clearly intended to watch the trucks approaching the strip. Whoever planned this must have been able to determine the route that EMS would take...

However, when Alastor opens his mind's eye to the weave of connections between all things, he notices something disturbing. There is a car, very nearby, that is apparently connected to both the spike strip box and the camera, but not because someone is inside it. Instead, as the growing pool of water floods under the vehicle, he catches the reflection of blinking lights. He begins to run, but when the bomb goes off...so does it's twin across the road.

The sudden wall of force hits Alastor full on, throwing him like a ragdoll, the vest wrapped around his torso perhaps saving his life as the explosives detonate. But he is alive, even if the boxes were destroyed in the blast.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-23 17:11:13		Explosives rolls 4 to Explode (4L) (10 Again)		9, 6, 5, 9		2 successes

Alastor was able to find one bomb, but not the second. He takes 5 Lethal damage. As it is not an attack, it cannot be redirected, but his kevlar vest helps save his ribs.

Weavebreaker

"You're welcome to look, if you like," the Man replied, but made no move to reach for the camera. Instead, he stepped to the side, leaning heavily upon his cane.

Before Weavebreaker could react, however, the sound of twin explosions blasts up the street, her hair blown back by the shockwave, and from the corner of her eye, the cane suddenly leaves the ground.

  Initiative 7

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-23 17:21:11		K. Michael rolls 1 die for initiative		1

Init, please!

[Weavebreaker]

Weavebreaker didn't have the luxury of wondering what happened. Instinct, reflex, and training took hold. Immediately, she made distance between the threat and herself, to create options and better observe who she was up against.

Weavebreaker action is strictly move. Up to 18 yards away (x2 Speed)

  13 init

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-23 18:15:30		Weavebreaker rolls 1 die for initiative		8

[Winter]

The first time he felt that smell - the unforgettable stench of charred flesh - it was his own. That morning at lesson, one of the priests had narrated the tale of some dusty Roman general who seemingly burnt his own hand in a brazier, just to prove a point. That night, they tried to emulate that display of poisonous masculinity, needless to say, it didn't end well for their dormitory.


The second time, an affiliate of Hezbollah too eager to meet his 72 virgins had decided to drive enough Semtex through the CIA compound in Riyadh as to blow up a small moon. He had to personally wrestle with the crows for the remains of the local CIA station chief, he couldn't save her eyeballs, they were blue. She had a cute smile. Her face still haunts him.

The Guardian examines his surroundings, it's not the carnage that fazes him; on the battlefield you get used to being at the center of a swirling vortex of chaos; when darwininan forces are at play, you either adapt or die. No, what worried the man was the manner by which the events unfolded, a cluster of perfectly aligned fuckups, as if painted by skiled brushstrokes. Was it a deliberate plan or he was just overthinking a black swan?
He didn't know.
Cutting across the orgy of gore and blood and smoke, his infrared vision could discern an opening, yet his attention was drawn to the crashing sounds of the firetrucks. Explosions, the man falls to the ground reaching for cover, the deafening sound still ringing in his ears.

  1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-23 18:12:13		Winter rolls 6 to perception (Wits + Composure) (10 Again)		10, 5, 1, 1, 6, 6, 3		1 success

Equip: Smartphone, rosary, Cortez Thumbdrive, Kevlar vest(thin), Brass Knuckles, wallet, lighter, wedding band, pencil, cigarettes
Spells: Unseen Shield 2e (pot 1), Read Matrices Infrared (Pot 3), Incognito Presence (Pot 6)
Health: 8
Def: 3 Armor: 3 (General) or 4 (Firearms) - (Forces Shield + Thin Kevlar)
Mana: 5, WP 5

[Winter]

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-23 18:38:44		Winter rolls 1 to Init (10 Again)		10, 8		2 successes

Initiative = 16

OOC

Rolled 1 dice rather than use the right button, what a noob

[Cayce]

INITIATIVE ORDER: @Bystanders 17 Alastor 16, Winter 16, Weavebreaker 13, Killer Mike 7

Alastor is SOUTH, 90 yards from Weavebreaker, on the same road. Winter is by the inferno, north of Alastor, 50 yards south of Weave.

A van trundles out from a side street, blaring music far too loudly, images of a skeleton riding a dragon painted boldly along the sides. The guy inside stares out the window, seemingly in shock at the explosions that have utterly decimated the street, and inconveniently blocking Alastor's line of sight. The van is only 5 yards from Alastor.

Guy In the Van

Meanwhile, Winter , rushes out of the burning building and finds himself facing a stampede of terrified people charging straight at him.

Winter can roll Dex+Athletics+Sheild (successes downgrade the bashing), or use defense/dodge/armor as normal.

  Init 17

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-23 23:59:47		Bystanders rolls 1 die for initiative		10

  10 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-24 00:28:21		Bystanders rolls 26 to BLAAAHHHRGG (str2-nobrwl1+25 people) (10 Again)		6, 7, 6, 4, 4, 9, 10, 6, 1, 7, 10, 3, 6, 9, 4, 3, 2, 1, 2, 8, 8, 3, 9, 6, 8, 8, 7, 8		10 successes

Alastor is UP!

[Cayce]

Double post to clarify! Alastor is still UP!

Something about the bearded man's expression bothers Alastor. There's FAR too much disappointment riding behind the shock. It was clear that he wasn't shocked by the explosion, he was shocked by the lack of expected results.

And, given the laptop bolted to the van's dashboard, Alastor could guess just who had set off the bombs...

[Winter]

"Fuck me", his bewilderement is voiced under no uncertain terms.

What's extraordinary among individuals is the norm among crowds, madness. A tide of irrationality and fear washes over the Sleepers, a torrent of flesh that reminds the Guardian of how, despite millions of years of evolution and the mirage of Atlantis, humans aren't that much different from a stampede of Zebras running wild on the african savannah.

The mob knows no rationality, no empathy, neither logic nor reason, just the binary response whirled out of a vortex of primal emotions, fight-or-flight. Sink or swim, the Guardian had learned to swim a long time ago.

No time for thinking
With his feet upon the ground, trying to not lose himself between the sound, the Guardian sucks his last breath of air in. Skirting to the edge, he reaches forward in tandem with the crowd, closing his arms around himself and bracing for the impact. One, two, three, ten, he feels the hits move across his skin. Keep going, he rides the spiral until he's found a cover. He's battered and still high on adrenaline, one thing is certain, the hangover is going to be a bitch.

Maybe that book wasn't so bad after all.

Dodge = Def*2 + Armor + WP = 6 + 3 +2 = 11 dice substracted from the right from the crowd attack, Winter takes 4 bashing

Equip: Smartphone, rosary, Cortez Thumbdrive, Kevlar vest(thin), Brass Knuckles, wallet, lighter, wedding band, pencil, cigarettes
Spells: Unseen Shield 2e (pot 1), Read Matrices Infrared (Pot 3), Incognito Presence (Pot 6)
Health: 8 (-4 bashing)
Def: 3 Armor: 3 (General) or 4 (Firearms) - (Forces Shield + Thin Kevlar)
Mana: 5/5, WP 4/5 (5 minus 1 spent against the mob)