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Best of luck to you Shadow. Thanks for all the games :)

Finn tries to find a position where Morgrym can get off a good throw.

we've been there, no worries mate

per+alert: 3d10 + 3d10 ⇒ (5, 9, 2) + (3, 1, 6) = 26
"I don't see him. Keep your eyes on him." She tries to pull the bike over to where they might have a good view/shot.

per+alert: 3d10 + 3d10 ⇒ (5, 9, 1) + (3, 10, 7) = 35
Spotting the movement, Finn speeds off down the alley across the street.

around the block sounds like a good idea
"Ooo, an artist! I appreciate a good Tory," she replies to Morgrym. "Oh, and I'm Finn. Hang on." With that she revs the bike and rockets down the street.

Noticing how fast he's moving, Finn makes for her motorcycle instead. She high fives Damien as she passes him. "I wanna see how this plays out!" Once mounted, she makes to follow the others. After all, she didn't get to ask what they found out yet.
She offers Morgrym a ride as she passes him. "Free ride if you're interested. One time offer."

"Well, that could have gone better. I don't think we can catch him on foot. And I'm not sure I want to. Funny how he doesn't want to side with someone 'using him for fodder,' but he's happy to side with someone using him as a patsy." Finn can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Who the hell programmed these guys? She giggles for a few moments and then shrugs her shoulders. This is why you should always rip their throats out after you stake them.
int+street: 4d10 ⇒ (2, 9, 6, 4) = 21

"As if!" As Rick darts by, Finn, also quite speedy, sticks out her leg to try to trip him.
dex+brawl?: 5d10 + 3d10 ⇒ (10, 9, 3, 3, 2) + (2, 9, 10) = 48
I'm thinking that's what you would roll here. Let me know if I need to spend any blood for celerity
"I'm no fan of the Anarchs, but at least they're giving you a chance to clear your name."

Finn steps out of the shadows when the Sheriff drops. "Seriously?! He uses his title as a name? Does he refer to himself in the third person, too?" She waves to the others. "Hey folks. Sorry about the ruse. We don't have the Prince and have no idea where he is. I just needed him" (she points to the prone form) "to head this way. BUT if you managed to find any clues, I'll help you look for him. The Prince I mean. Not the musician. God, I WISH that was our mission."

Finn has a pretty good view of the front of the building so when a big group of Kindred files out, it seems almost a little too obvious. Here it is-- go time. Darting through the shadows she moves into position. So, how do you get people to want to head a certain way? Her lips curl into a smile.

Raising her voice, Finn yells, "That's them! The ones looking for the Prince. RUN!!" With unnatural speed, she dashes back towards the alley, fast, but not so fast that they can't see, and presumably, follow.

across the street, will activate obfuscation

Finn waits near the door of the building where she should be able to see people coming out.
is this one of those buildings with a lower level that's all glass that you can see in and out of easily?

Finn scans the card and slips it in a pocket. This plan sounds risky. Perhaps, dare I say, ludicrous. I AM SO IN!
"Alright. I'd certainly be better at distracting than staking," she says. "So, since I'm agreeing, tell me something. What do YOU get out of this, Damien? Why are these newcomers so special?"

Finn snorts at the notion of her being friends with the sheriff. "Definitely not," she says. Regaining a measure of composure, she says, "Alright, Damien. How can we help then? Any idea who actually was involved in this disappearance?"

Finn runs her hand through her hair to push it back from her eyes. "Being framed? Okay, back up one second here. Who are you, and can you tell me what's going on?" This sure sounds like a quest to her.

Finn concedes the point with a shrug. "Just didn't want to be misunderstood. Fella called HAL "asked" me to come by. He made it sound like it would be worth my time."

"Sent? I was called. There's a difference. I'm here for a que... err, job."

hey folks, having some computer issues, hope I can clear it up in the next few days. Hope it won't be too long.

per+emp: 3d10 + 2d10 ⇒ (7, 2, 2) + (1, 1) = 13
wow, does she gouge her eyes out?
"The sheriff? Is he who you're waiting for? As you noted, correctly, I'm new in town. I'm known as Finn. Who is this sheriff?"

"Old friend, huh?" she says, taking a quick look at his aura with Auspex.

Finn isn't in to staring contests (although not having to blink does make it easier to win them). She heads towards the shadowy figure. "You, there. What's your deal?" she says with a hefty dose of attitude.

perc+alert: 6d10 ⇒ (10, 10, 1, 1, 9, 8) = 39 hah, still got it despite those 1's

And hello to all the vamps

Finn snorts derisively. There's always work to be done in Chicago. I'm fairly sure that's where most of their 'quests' start from, she muses. "Address? Or is there like a big spotlight magically shining down on the building?" God, that would make things easier.

She'd find out information on the quest when she got there. For now, she kicks one of her roommates feet of the desk. "Dude! Manners!" she says with a smile. "I'm going out for a while. Stay out of trouble." She grabs her motorcycle helmet off the rack and heads out the door.