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~~Narration~~
As Zero bangs on the door, the sound of the arguing voices stop, and then a cry is heard inside. A faint surge of light can be seen from inside through the windows. To the gloomy eyes of Joshua, clouds seem to pass overhead, as the house darkens.
(( All players PM me Int+Occult -3 and Wits+Comp -5 ))
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Animus' voice is a low whisper. [color=#7fff3f]"Zero, do you know anyone who rides a motorcycle? Or, for that matter, who might fling attack spells in the hostel?"
Body Control
03-30 15:56:04 Animus rolls 7 dice to Gnosis + Life Failure
1,7,4,4,6, 1,7
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"Attack spells?" Joshua asks, and this time he does draw his gun. He's pressed to the wall of the hostel, peering down the side, and nods. "Ten to one that bike's a getaway vehicle. Built for speed."
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"A who what?" asks Zero, who the others realiz is too close to the door to have seen either. "What was that?" he asks, referring to the cry inside.
"what motorcycle?" Fiddler asked. "All I felt was a nimbus, and I heard the noise..." as he sees Joshua pull out his gun, he adds, "well, lets stick together..."
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~~Narration~~
The silent hostel emits faint creaks and hollow sounds, as if someone might be running upstairs.
Zero looks at Joshua and Animus. This definitely isn't the kind of thing he's used to.
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Body Control
03-30 18:28:24 Animus rolls 6 dice to Gnosis + Life - 1 2 successes
2,5,3,7,8, 9
"Let's go." Animus starts walking up the stairs and opening the front door, careful to stay out of Josh's line of fire and make as little noise as possible.
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((Sorry, ignore the part about little noise. I misinterpreted West's narration.))
Animus opens the door.
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"Hold on," Joshua says, crouch-running to where the bike is. He takes a quick look around, kneeling, and snatches up a couple of small pebbles. He undoes the caps over the air valves on the tires, pushing a pebble into each one until he hears the air begin to hiss out. The caps go back on, loosely threaded, while the tires slowly lose air. He comes back to the door and nods. "Bike isn't going anywhere. I'm ready." He takes point, unless anyone feels like getting in front of the Arrow.
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(( Wits + Com -5 (focusing on your task & looking downward) for Joshua ))
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