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Michael followed the others to the Wildlife Bypass and parked with them once they arrived. He wondered just how well Amos was going to act as bait. This may be the one time where he would need to set his more sociable and charming nature aside.
Pulling out his revolver from his glove compartment he loaded it and concealed it in his jacket as he stepped outside of the car and waited to plan with the others. Maybe this time my car won't be a casualty in the matter.
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The area is rural, and gives way to... wildlife... fairly rapidly.
At this time of year, the springs have dried and the grass is brown and brittle-dry.
Check in folks.
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Amos start to take his role as a vagrant, a homeless. It was not too difficult for him as he has been one in the past, his memories of his nomadic requiem still fresh in his mind. He walks slowly, not willing to show that he was in rush to be anywhere and start looking for a place to crash, preferrably one where he will be not too difficult to see by his comrades.
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Thomas parked the car and made one last check of his bag O' fun, slipping the .45 into his leather jacket, the wooden stake into a pants pocket and machete, sheathed to prevent any light from reflecting off the blade, was strapped to his right leg, the black of the pants the same color as the sheath and handle of the weapon. Getting out of the car he moves to over to where Michael has located himself and nods a greeting to his fellow Carthian before looking out into the wilderness of the bypass for anything unusual. He stood in place and used his abilities of the Mekhet clan to attempt to see if anything was amiss in the area near where they had parked.
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Arnold arrives and gets out of his truck. With him he carries ax, as well as his normal bandolier of knives and stakes - minus the ones he'd handed out.
The instant he exits the vehicle his senses go on alert, heightening through supernatural means. It would be easy for the hunters to become the hunted in a place like this, and Arnold was determined not to be ambushed.
He walks over to where the other three Kindred had gathered. Looking over Amos' getup he nods approvingly. He looks to Thomas and Michael and asks "Have both of you learned to use your Discipline to hide yourselves from view? If so then it would certainly make it easier to take our prey."
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Michael pockets the stake handed to him and nods to Arnold before concentrating to conceal himself. Before he does he asks "Yes I can. How far back would you like us to be from Amos?" Once Culler answers him, he steps away from the others to cloak himself.
5 suxx
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"Our Morbus must not be allowed to bite Mister Rodriguez. It would be unfortunate if he somehow contracted its illness. Remain close enough so that we can reach him in time to prevent such an occurrence."
Arnold intentionally averts his eyes from Michael, knowing well from experience that Obfuscation was always easier when nobody was watching. He looks instead to Thomas, awaiting his answer.
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Thomas listened to the Regent/Deputy ask if he and Michael possessed the ability to cloak their presence and while it might make him a bad Mekhet Thomas lacked that particular skill. "I do not possess that particular skill but I should be able to stay hidden if I can find a decent spot with a bit of cover." And some nice natural shadows, but of course he left that last part out.
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(( my pic disappeared? trying again ))
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Nothing seems out of the ordinary; animal noises pierce the night and the Auspex users suddenly pick up hundreds of sounds unheard before. This is the area where Aesop once roamed, and Circe's farm skirts, although those gathered don't know the exact location. The heightened senses come in handy; from the edge of the Bypass bordering the river comes the faint smell of smoke and warm metal, like the oil drums they'd seen the indigents huddled around before.
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