While Jennifer updates Jacque over the phone, Milton follows the directions of his GPS en route to the location provided by Edward. Trying not think too hard on what lies behind them, or ahead.
Continued in PrP TRoS The Mother of Grendel...
While Jennifer updates Jacque over the phone, Milton follows the directions of his GPS en route to the location provided by Edward. Trying not think too hard on what lies behind them, or ahead.
Continued in PrP TRoS The Mother of Grendel...
Unless combat is initiated, the thread will close in 6 days. The Kindred retreating in time to avoid getting caught out in the open by the sun.
She had parked her car a distance away and proceeded toward the given location on foot. It was an old habit but one that hadn’t let her down yet.
She was dressed for the event - all black, boots, her hair lay braided away from her face. With every step she took closer to the East bank she could feel the subtle pressures of her knives.
Dark eyes scanned the banks, seeking the boat. Seeking the guards as they had been dubbed.
1 success
Twist has her armored clothing on, usual array of knives, cell phone on silent
Twist is able to spot the boat fairly quickly and the Kindred presence on board as well. That's because it has looks to be setting sail and pulling out from the boat docking place on the eastern bank. The engine makes a low rumbling cough as the 'guards' look to be making their escape.
Just in time. The thought came with a small smile. But just in time did not mean an abundance of time.
Pulling on her blood, Twist ran toward the boat her eyes already scanning the dock for a place to jump from.
Spending 2 vitae- celerity & vigor. Will document spends when not on mobile.
The supernaturally fast movement catches the eye of the two boatsmen. One yells at the other and the engine revs as they gun it, ignoring any rules on creating a wake.
The dock set up keeps the boat heading in a straight direction. So while it passes the end, Twist has a clear path for a running start to make a jump to the boat. Assuming she can make the 17 feet between the end of the dock and the boat speeding away. It's either that or run for the bridge and hope to jump down from there.
Str+Ath to jump. Distance equals Size+Vigor+4 feet per success.
Spotting where she would launch from, Twist ran toward her jump seemingly unconcerned that she had been spotted.
Her foot hit the spot and she leapt, confident even before she took off that she would make the distance.
2 successes
Distance = 22 ft possible
Initiative: 17
1 success