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Dalton heads over to the fire escape, arriving just in time to see James miss the fire escape ladder completely and fall on his face. Chuckling he says, "Those fancy Italian shoes don't do as well as the Air Jordans you used to wear as a street level guy."
Dalton heads off after the others.
As one of the three mentioned, solo time does not hurt the game at all. I might even go as far as saying the PbP format is better for a WoD than Pathfinder/D&D.
"If we're gonna get him, we got to get moving. The Quincy stop is only a block away, he gets on that and we'll never catch him...not to mention if that f&$%ing idiot kills Sheriff, it looks pretty bad for all of us." Dalton says, quickly stating the options.
Turning to James, Dalton says, "For once, we are in total agreement...f@+&..."
Dalton thinks to himself, What in the f@!% have I gotten myself into?
Dalton follows.
"That's a weird looking necklace." Dalton comments, pointing out the piece of jewelry to his fellow accused.
Dalton can hardly hold back his grin seeing Sheriff put in check, at least for the time being.
BAPTISM OF FIRE - Saturday - January 3, 1993 -
Dalton raises an eyebrow following Kate's comment. How in the hell does she know that? he thinks to himself.
"It was briefly before it went poof. Heard a pop when I tried to turn it on."
"I'm afraid you'd lose that bet, Kate. I was a beat cop. The only thing I used a computer for was paperwork, and then only when I had no other alternative, but I suppose I can give it a try."
"Definitely a pro hit. Poor bastard never saw it comin'." Dalton says, taking a bit closer look at the remnants of the paperwork on the desk.
Being careful not to contaminate the scene by touching anything, Dalton scans the room for anything - other than the dead body of course - of note.
As Kate distracts the sheriff, Dalton heads off to see what sort of trouble James is getting into.
Spending 5 XP on Fortitude 2. I have a bad feeling, I'm gonna be needing that fairly soon.
Dalton silently listens to the line of questioning and Natasha's response, drawing upon his previous life's experience while doing so.
Looking at the paintings, Dalton could appreciate them for what they were, but otherwise thought little of, and knew even less about them. His attention quickly diverts from the painting toward the conversation between Natasha and the Sheriff.
Remembering Lucian's advice should things get too bad, Dalton briefly considers bolting, but thinks better of it for the time being.
Being hungry and not sure when he will next get the opportunity to feed, Dalton takes more than he normally would.
Feeling more than a bit hungry, Dalton too will partake of the offered blood dolls.
"Understood." Dalton says, a bit relieved that at least someone says they believe the group's story.
"Can't say that I have." Dalton says. "Of course I'm not really sure exactly where we are at right now either. Maybe on this street a time or two back when I was a cop."
Dalton simply nods in the affirmative to Neally's question.
"We arrived Friday night. From there we went about going through the process of trying to present ourselves to Prince Lodin." Dalton says. "Frankly, that's what we're still trying to do, but if you say the Prince is no more, I suppose that's not going to happen."
Dalton chuckles at James's comment. "Gotta agree with you on that one, James. I've seen better thought out plans by rookies planning their first sting operations...then again, didn't we get you in one of those before?"
Dalton looks up from the ground that he had been looking at while waiting. "Only thing that I've done is stop someone from getting shot. Didn't hang around for the police to question things."
Having had just about enough of this whole experience, Dalton recognizes the effects of the Presence discipline and focuses his will to ignore the worst of it. Dalton takes a seat and waits for whatever is to come next.
Dalton shakes his head and comments to James, "You would say that, wouldn't you." before entering and surveying the area and those present.
Dalton awakes, somewhat surprised to still be among the restless dead. "Anyone have any clue where we are at? I assume we're still in Chi-town."
The indignity of being treated like the sort of criminal he used to take in fuels Dalton with enough will to remain awake for the time being. He sits quietly, seemingly staring a hole into one of his captors. Hearing Morgrym's commentary, the Gangrel readies himself for the worst.
F&@$...guess it was a set up...either that or Lodin is as much of a prick as I've heard... Dalton thinks to himself, he drops to the ground.
Dalton reluctantly nods in agreement. "Worse comes to worse, I suppose I can sink into the field until tomorrow night."
"I don't like this...this is starting to smell like a set up." Dalton complains as he continues to look around for any sign of anyone, Kindred or Kine.
Dalton pulls up his hood and tries to make as an inconspicuous exit as 6'3", 240 pound man can, doing his best to avoid Sergeant Flannigan.
Dalton gets to his feet and looks at the man he has just saved. "Go back inside and ask them to call the police." Looking down at his watch he adds, "Have them ask for Sergent Flannigan." Taking a look back down at the gunman, he adds, "Might want EMS too."
Dalton launches himself at the gunman, trying to drive him to the ground.
Dalton's previous life experience takes over, seeing the weapon about to be drawn. He rushes the man drawing the weapon while telling the other, "Move!"
Dalton weighs his options. Not being particularly stealthy, perhaps going with Morgrym isn't the best option, still too much of a cop in him making the theft option provided by Rick even less appealing.
Midfield of Soldier Field? Yeah, real f#&~ing discreet... Dalton thinks to himself.
Dalton quietly waits for the conversation to finish and see what the next step is.
"That's got it pretty well." Dalton says. "We arrived late last night and spent the non-daylight hours trying to get this far."
With a head nod, Dalton introduces himself. "Dalton Michaels of the Gangrel, Childe of Lucian."
"Alright, no sense in standing around out here much longer." Dalton says. "Beside that, dead or not, it's f##&ing cold out here." the former cop says, walking toward the entrance. |
