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[This is a casual rp starter for scenes with Jen Daring, the world's most harmless Malkavian Antitribu. It serves as a warmup spot for character ideas for the After Gehenna game.]

San Francisco was a fishing village now. Bay water lapped the bases of the surviving skyscrapers, so clear now you could see down to the shattered street. Some brave divers went for artifacts down there: jewelry, surviving tools, random items to decorate their chambers with and claim bragging rights just for surviving. An old hubcap could cost you your life now that the Farrallones and the Bay were wed in one stretch of water over the drowned city. Sharks--the main risk in the area and also the main livelihood. They might get a fisherman now and again, but most nights in the high village with its precarious catwalks, it was they who became dinner.

When the sun went down the fishing crews lowered ropes down the side of the buildings and hauled up the boats along with their catch. The hard, ugly end-of-the-day work was necessary, for one breed of shark hunted at night and could take out even the few old yachts they had left.

The grunts and creaks of the ropes and thunk and scrape of the rising boats were the first thing Jen heard when she woke that night. She opened the closet she was curled up in and spilled out, yawning hugely. The outer wall of the hotel room she was squatting in had shattered outward, and a huge, battle-scarred gray cat crouched among the bricks, messily dining on a pigeon the size of a football. He looked up at her with his one good eye and meowed conversationally.

Within half an hour they had both eaten, and Jen was sitting quietly on the edge of the cracked rooftop plaza of the hotel. Other villagers, human and otherwise, milled on the rooftop by torchlight, enjoying a barbecue out in the cool night air. The cat sat next to her, keeping watch. Jen was a little unfocused, distracted by the blobs of golden and royal blue light dancing through the air. She knew something was going to happen soon and she should be here for it, but not what.

Date: 2014-08-19 10:52 am (UTC)
ka_sera_sera: (old general look right profile)
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Roland raises his eyebrows, hunkering to inspect it all. Of course there's the greed inside him seeing all of it - even the things he isn't familiar with, or maybe especially those - but it isn't precisely what he was thinking. He notes Catherine's strength, at least enough to carry a bag like that moderate distances, and looks up.

"This is generous indeed, sai Catherine, and I thank you for it. I was thinking bombs, or maybe, ah... grenados-" He looks up at Donald, fairly sure that's not the right pronunciation and wanting to check, "- or anything he could make from what you're not using. But this may work better." Here there's another look at Donald, still questioning. Not Roland's decision what the man feels most comfortable with, after all.

Date: 2014-08-19 04:59 pm (UTC)
tookhishand: (Default)
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"You might like these." he says to Roland, picking up the infrared goggles. "Used to see in the dark. Do any of you need them?"

Vampires don't, surely.

Date: 2014-08-20 01:41 am (UTC)
ka_sera_sera: (old general look right profile)
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Roland takes the goggles, inspecting them while he waits for Donald's answer. He takes them in from every angle, stopping short of taking them apart, but only just. "I might need some instructions for these. Think I've got it figured out, but best be sure."

Date: 2014-08-20 01:58 am (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 34)
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Catherine can explain. Every model is different, he won't risk confusing Roland.

"I do. We must have that much in common. But..."

But. Roland. Not a 'big wolfie', not going to heal.
Edited Date: 2014-08-20 02:00 am (UTC)

Date: 2014-08-20 01:23 pm (UTC)
ka_sera_sera: (old general profile squint)
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Roland watches, listens, and puts the thing on as instructed, moving his head around a little before taking them off again. "If we start to slow you down, don't hesitate to say so. I'm a fair enough fighter up close - for a human, anyway - but if you have many ranged weapons I'll be most useful to you with those. Donald?" He looks to the other man, noting that he hadn't quite ended his sentence. "Was there something else concerning you? Ask it, for I'm sure these people are eager to set off."

Date: 2014-08-21 12:20 am (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 35)
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"No, nothing you don't already know." Walking into danger worries him, though he did say yes. And would always say yes.

He doesn't speak up, continuing to search through Catherine's bag of fun and goodies.

Date: 2014-08-21 04:15 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] ka_sera_sera
"Too dangerous, besides. Unpredictable. Unless you're strong enough to make them all very drowsy instead. As to weapons, we both have our guns too - his pistol and my revolver - but in mine, at least, bullet's've been fairly rare lately, and I'd conserve them if I can."

He digs through his purse, taking a few things out to make room for a weapon or two. Mostly it's spare fabric that he removes, typically useful but right now not nearly so useful as weapons. "Donald's made a bomb or two in his time. Such a thing could be a fair distraction if he could find the parts."

Congratulations, man. Roland has just volunteered you.

Date: 2014-08-21 04:22 am (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 02)
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He runs a hand through his hair, down the back of his neck. Always the back of his neck when he's a bit stressed.

"We're running out of time. I couldn't make a bomb in five minutes, that's stretching my skill a little. Flare guns are close."

He's pulling those out, where they disappear into his backpack. Fun toys.

Date: 2014-08-22 01:43 am (UTC)
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That's useful in more than one way - now he knows to aim for the head, if possible, and he's reminded how much there is here that's unfamiliar. That's promising, jumping into a new place and immediately walking into a battle where the enemies are completely unfamiliar. Well. He's been in worse situations. "Might be helpful for us to have some description of who we're looking for. Just in case. And if you have anything of theirs, it wouldn't hurt for Donald to have some idea of their smell."

Date: 2014-08-22 01:51 am (UTC)
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"No, it doesn't." It is a nasty situation, but what are they wandering for if not to do some good when possible? Purpose is worth it.

"Any other weapons you won't be using yourself?"

Date: 2014-08-22 02:11 am (UTC)
ka_sera_sera: (old general listening windswept squint)
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Roland stands, leaving the rest of the weapons and watching Danica's radio. Waiting's almost over, it seems, which is just fine by him. Waiting's the worst part. He much prefers being shot at.

Date: 2014-08-22 02:21 am (UTC)
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He nods, no more talkative than Roland. It's their show, let them say what they need to among themselves.

Date: 2014-08-22 11:57 am (UTC)
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Roland, having stepped out of Jen's way a moment ago in case her gagging turned into something messier, thinks on this. "Does what you said about headshots still apply? Or would the eyes be the only major weak spots?" If he's lucky it won't be. That'd be a hell of a shot to have to make repeatedly, not that he doubts that he could, at least a good part of the time.

Being a stranger to this land is working in his favor, here - while he's concerned about the, ah, walking sharks, he's coming into this expecting anything, knowing of sharks only as vague, distant legends he used to hear about as a child. The rest of them, to whom all the creatures here are supposed to exist by certain rules, seem to be having a harder time accepting things. Roland isn't worried, either, that he and Donald are going to be useless - his aim is the same as it ever was, and Donald might be able to track who they're looking for even if he doesn't have anything that belonged to them to scent first.

Date: 2014-08-23 12:03 am (UTC)
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Donald feels like he's getting further out of his depth. Shooting walking sharks with a pistol. Sure, that'll work. (Hint: no, it won't.)

Hasn't it been ten minutes yet? He's ready to move. Do something.

"Six of them and... how many sharks?"

Date: 2014-08-23 01:42 pm (UTC)
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Roland follows, letting himself settle toward the back of the group rather than settling in the middle and being surrounded by all of them. It's not that he doesn't trust them, it's just- well, nope, he doesn't trust them. Enough to fight with them, which is something, but they are strangers. "Is this purely a rescue mission, or are we aiming to take them all out?" Very different strategies involved, there.

Date: 2014-08-24 12:44 am (UTC)
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He's copying Roland, hanging towards the back of the 'pack', though he relies more on reflexes than paranoia, and this doesn't smell like a trap.

"And how will we recognize the ones in need of rescue?"

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