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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: 2014-08-20 01:23 pm (UTC)
ka_sera_sera: (old general profile squint)
From: [personal profile] ka_sera_sera
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)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
"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)
ka_sera_sera: (old general talking bright)
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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)
ka_sera_sera: (old general listening headtilt)
From: [personal profile] ka_sera_sera
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)
tookhishand: (♥ 11)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
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)
ka_sera_sera: (old general neckerchief headtilt)
From: [personal profile] ka_sera_sera
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)
tookhishand: (Default)
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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?"

Date: 2014-08-24 11:15 am (UTC)
ka_sera_sera: (old general headturned)
From: [personal profile] ka_sera_sera
'Tarzan' doesn't help, and neither do 'cutoffs'. Roland doesn't say so, though- if he sees a mostly-naked, dark skinned man near their enemy somewhere he'll just have to take an educated guess. Roland looks over the thing as they reach it, watching the others climb in before turning and offering a hand to Donald to help him follow.

Date: 2014-08-24 02:34 pm (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 44)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
Why is he always the lady in the situation? He can't help being the shorter one, come on.

Into the boat goes the 'big wolfie'. No comment about Tarzan vampire beanie wienies. (It is funny, though, the rambling.)

Silence is golden. He hasn't spoken a word.

Date: 2014-08-25 12:17 am (UTC)
ka_sera_sera: (old bitchface side eye doubt)
From: [personal profile] ka_sera_sera
The rambling is hitting Roland much differently. Not amusing, but too strangely familiar to be an annoyance. Listening to it - or, rather, listening past it, because the knack of listening to the tone of such chatter without hearing the words never quite leaves you - is moving rusty memories of a couple people he hasn't thought of in a long time.

So probably he'd be too distracted to care much about her words even if he did understand them. He looks to Donald instead, eyebrows raised in a silent question: Did you get any of that? Or, more probably, Was any of it important?
Edited Date: 2014-08-25 12:17 am (UTC)

Date: 2014-08-25 01:31 am (UTC)
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Their own little private language. Isn't it cute?

He's not whispering, a whisper sometimes turns out to be louder than speaking normally and quietly. Very quietly. He's learned over time exactly how good Roland's hearing is.

"A sort of coma. They must have forced the one on our side into it. Hence him needing rescue."

Date: 2014-08-25 09:08 pm (UTC)
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Roland stares at the chickens as they pass by. The chickens stare back. "However they put him into that coma, they may try the same on us" he says, watching the chickens slowly rise above the level of his head as the boat lowers. "Might be with drugs, or might be some version of mental control. Do you all know how to defend against that?"

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