Before Tam seeks a landing, she scans ahead, looking for any obstacles that her companions in the vehicle may not be able to see.
Does the hawk form give any bonuses to perception?
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Before Tam seeks a landing, she scans ahead, looking for any obstacles that her companions in the vehicle may not be able to see.
Does the hawk form give any bonuses to perception?
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Tam will get +3 to PER checks.
The hawk sees nothing... not even an end to the grey drizzle that seems to cover the city like a shroud.
How fast is Ankh going to drive? I'm also assuming she's following Dodger's directions.
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I am going to say about 50MPH. Anything more would be way too fast and yes, she is following Dodgers directions to the best of her ability
The wrapping at the side window catches Dodger's attention. She turns to see what is was, fully expecting to see one of those monsters that had attacked them. To her surprize it was Animus. It takes her a moment to understand what he is trying to do.
She rolls the window part way, enough to receive the once Jordan, now turned hawk. With both hands she grabs Jordan through the window. Twisting in the front seat, she turns over her left shoulder and hands Jordan to whomever is in the back seat.
"Here, take care of this."
Turning back to the face the front, she closed the window and continued her job of being navigator.
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Beverely receives the hawk carfully and holds it gently, with no idea who it might be. She frowns and carefully studies it in an attempt to identify the serious injuries, but her medical skills for birds are not too extensive.
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A Wits+Medicine can tell her the extent of his injuries, but it will be impossible to treat him in the current situation, especially without supplies.
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Ankh glances at the hawk being handed through the window. "What is it? Is that one of ours? Are they hurt?"
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Animus can feel two consciousnesses at the fringe of his perception, approaching from behind... very quickly.
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Beverely pulls off her coat and wraps the hawk in it gently, keeping its head uncovered. She sighs and shakes her head, not even sure if it was still alive, and if it was, keeping it warm was all she could do.
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What the hell? Animus whips around, trying to spot the followers, his mind whirling, sifting through options, almost immediately discarding most. I'm a sitting duck up here.
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