If they're in the core book then just a page/chapter reference would do. Otherwise... yeah I've only got the WoD and Changeling core books, so that would be appreciated, thanks.
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"So what's the plan? I don't know about you but I'd rather not face those things. I can hold my own in a brawl but..." he trails off, looking to Jusuf for some kind of guidance, completely out of his depth.
"Uh huh. And the bad news?" he asks, eying the staircase warily.
Leon watches Jusuf's theatrics with some amusement, following him in when invited. He tosses one of the bundles to him and unrolls his own, pulling off his jacket before laying down to settle himself. Doing this first thing in the morning doesn't help matters but eventually sleep claims him. He stares around in surprise at where he finds himself, examining the surroundings with interest. "Huh, awesome." he remarks, before the howl brings his attention back to the present, putting him on edge. He looks around for Jusuf, wondering what they should do.
heh, no worries Commy, as long as we know what's happening, life gets the better of all of us now and then. It seems my own absence has been delayed/cancelled until Dec 5, so I've got another couple weeks until I need to worry about it :)
Probably for the best at least on my end, though I was having fun. About to go radio silent for a couple weeks if not longer. If you guys do get this going ahead then just bot and/or replace me as necessary.
This caput then?
"Not ideal then." Leon observes, looking to Jusuf for direction as he murmurs outside the door.
Leon watches Jusuf's reaction to his question with a faintly amused smile. When he finally gets around to providing some advice he gets to it, retrieving the bedding and laying it out next to each other, about a foot apart. "Would booze help? I know Greg keeps some in his office, and well... he's an ogre, so he buys strong stuff." he offers Jusuf a grin.
"She's a bit older for a uni student... I think I heard her name start to show up fairly recently in art circles. Probably nothing I suppose, just took some time off before her degree." Leon murmurs, mostly just thinking aloud. He looks up from the file as Greg hands the key over, giving his friend a nod, before looking to Jusuf. He certainly hoped the guy knew what he was doing, because Leon sure didn't. He waits until Jusuf has finished reading the file before leading the way to the hollow door, managing to find it on only the second try. He opens it up with the key and a muttered "Buttercup" letting them inside. He then looks expectantly at Jusuf. "So... what've we gotta do? I don't really deal with this side of Greg's business usually."
Leon climbs to his feet, bravely shaking Greg's hand with a smile. He really liked Greg, and owed him pretty much everything. Where he would have ended up if he hadn't run into the Ogre he didn't want to think about. It's only as an afterthought that he notices the 8. He hadn't even considered Greg might have a number, so it's a big relief to see the solid fellow is just like the rest of us. He peers over Jusuf's shoulder at the file, but beyond checking out the the identifying information and the picture he only gives it a glance, at least until he spots her occupation. "Artist..." he murmurs, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. Jessica Deans... did he know that name?
Communist, would you be able to put a link to the notable personas sheet and the Google doc for the boards in the campaign tab/description please. Makes them easier to find :)
Leon takes another bite of toast as he slips his phone out of his pocket, bringing up the message. People to see him and Jusuf? Well, he'd better find out what that was about... Maybe Greg had some information about what was going on; he'd been meaning to bring him up to speed anyway, and even if he didn't he might be able to point him to someone in Spring who did. "Afraid I'll have to skip the shower Kristy. Thanks for breakfast, and especially last night, but I gotta go." he says, getting up and bidding her a fond farewell, before grabbing his few possessions and heading out to hop into his beat-up truck. He frowns as he switches on the radio to the story of two more deaths overnight, and pauses before pulling out to check the group's boards and send Morris a text. Everything go okay last night? Sounds like the summers gave Snowflakes and Frosty a hard time. Did you guys find anything else out after I left? I put some feelers out but no bites yet. Just heading to meet Greg now. He shows up at the clinic somewhat more disheveled and tardy than Jusuf, but Greg would be used to that by now. He lets himself in and crashes onto the sturdy sofa in Greg's office, giving Jusuf a smile at his polite inquiry.
For XP I vote for whatever will get me more! Muahahahaha *ahem* You're the GM, go with whatever you feel appropriate (in other words the latter) As to travelling in groups or not, unless Leon gets a bite from his contacts and allies the only thing I can think for him to do is pay a call to some of the Spring higher ups and see if any of them know anything. If something crops up that requires his assistance then he's more than happy to help; he's a sociable fella unlike everyone else it seems :p I like the idea of the google docs thing. I will make an effort to remember to check it regular like.
Leon manages to hide his disquiet well, though he does have to pause to absorb what he's seeing. Of course it would be on his mind but he'd hoped to get away from it by working; it was normally pretty effective at clearing his mind. It takes him a while to adjust, but eventually he works the numbers into the design, ending up constructing the entire tattoo out of different sized numbers, which taken as a whole depict an epic struggle between a number of animals--at least one or two critters always made it into his work--and sleek robotic beings. It is only when one looks closely that they can see that it is not composed of textured shapes as it first appears, but repeated numbers. He's quite pleased, even if the shock of the 9s jarred him out of his trance for a while. The client leaves somewhat confused at the odd choice of tattoo, but happy with the vibrancy and quality of the work, leaving Leon to slump back into his chair. He gets a few other jobs, but nothing as large as the samoan, and finally hangs up his needle. He heads upstairs to refresh and spruce himself up before heading out to find somewhere to relax and find some company for the night. Seduction:
"If you don't like the beer you really should do something about it; you guys own the place after all." he teased his friend at his grimace. He settles back, taking a sip of the beer as he considers the information. Not much unfortunately... "There doesn't seem to be anything linking them at all?" he asks, on the off chance it jogged a memory. Victims of opportunity by the sounds of it. "Well thanks anyway Steve. Keep an ear out for me if you can, and send me a message if you hear anything. Got any work you need doing?" he offers, before leaving his half finished beer--he was already tipsy enough--and pushing to his feet. He gives the waitress a wistful look on the way out, but it didn't pay to piss where you eat as the saying went, so he forgoes the indulgence, hopping in his car and just sitting for a few minutes. It occurs to him to check in with the status of the website or whatever it is Amy and the other guy had put together. The goblins say its dangerous to work with us. That they're raising prices to protect, but they won't say what. It's a rule set down from someone higher up. Maybe Market Prince. Any leads? He spends a good fifteen minutes trying to figure it all out before locating the post from Jef and submitting a reply. Despite the abbreviations and shorthand of the message the other number folks should be able to decipher to general content. Numbers can change. Rescued a hobo from an imminent beat-down, sent his number from a pulsating red 0 back to a 9. Contacts say murders happening in north, doesn't match to any professional contracts or 'the usual' nutjobs. Victims are in less well off neighborhoods. Suspect next victim in 12-24 hours.He stows his phone then, and heads in to put a few hours into work to keep his boss happy. Of course he liked his work too, especially when he was allowed a free hand; what came out then was some of his more bizarre work, but it was also some of his best stuff. He tended to kind of zone out and 'come to' a few hours later when the tatt was done with an odd feeling of longing; even he realized what that was for, but he didn't mind... he usually tried to find something to fulfill that longing soon after however. Tonight it seems is no different; a burly Samoan wanders into the shop about a half hour after he arrives and offers up a broad brown upper arm, and Leon sets to work with his needle, chatting merrily with his canvas.
Leon smiles as a familiar face slides into the seat across from him. "Hey steve, how's the missus?" he asks the hulking fellow with an cocky grin. Despite Steve's size and rough appearance he wasn't in fact a bruiser, but a middle rung in the organization. That wasn't to say his fists didn't get bloody now and then though... "I know it's not really your expertise, but I was wondering what you'd heard about these murders? I got a friend who's convinced they're coming after him next, so I said I'd look into it for him."
"I'll take that as a yes." he observes as Jack leaves their table. "Alright, see ya later Morris." he says, standing and popping his neck. He was probably over the limit--not to mention drinking under aged--but three drinks wasn't that bad. He'd managed worse before. He casts his gaze in the summer's direction as he turns to leave, slaps a few notes on the bar and heads out to hop in his car. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel he takes a few moments to consider his options, before starting the ignition and taking off, whistling as he heads for another, somewhat more dingy bar. A while later he pulls up in front of a plain looking building with no sign. It definitely looks like a bar, but when the name seems to change every other week changing the sign gets prohibitive. He strolls in, takes a seat in his usual booth, and then simply waits, ordering another drink when the waitress approaches, giving her a warm smile and a pat on the bottom. Then he simply waits, nursing his ale in the usual ritual. I should probably head into work at some point... he muses idly.
Moving sucks. Good that you made it back :) *waits for posts*
*gives the game/GM a good poking*
"Ahhh... well we still have no idea how it really works. The guy we rescued was in imminent danger. Maybe it waits until the chance has been removed completely?" he offers, trying to cheer jack up. He nods at Morris' offer. "Yeah, we've still got three days before she gets into trouble. We've got time to poke around and see if we can't change it." "So... it sounds like you guys are going to check out the knights. I'll go have a chat with the radio personalities and some of my own contacts and we meet back here later. Morris has my number, but if I don't hear from you guys I'll be back here for dinner." He looks between the two others to see if they find the idea amenable.
"I got the feeling it might lead that way. Perhaps that was the zero talking though..." he observes, giving Jack a puzzled look at his agitated reaction. "You okay? What's the matter?" he asks, genuinely concerned. Unless he was trying to get something out of you Leon's behavior was usually genuine. "Oh, I love those guys!" he says, having to restrain himself from turning in their direction. "Well, like you said, for Winters anyway." he adds with a grin to take the sting out of his words. "Huh, so the real big bosses. Well makes sense they'd be interested in what's going on." he says with a shrug. He never got why Morris go so worked up about this stuff.
As a heads up I am working 34 hours over the next three nights, so my posting ability is likely to be limited until Mondayish. Feel free to bot Leon as necessary.
"Well, we learned that the numbers can change. Saw some guy with a 0 being harrassed, we intervened and it changed back to a 9. We were just discussing our avenue of attack." he reponds as Jack joins them. "Friends of yours?" he asks as Jack glances at the other winters.
Leon glances at Lance as he pours a third beer, before turning to look over his shoulder. He smiles and waves for uh... Jack? to come over, but doesn't make a fuss if he chooses to sit with the winters, though he does question his choice of company.
"Ahh, good thinking. I wasn't too concerned about the price hike, but the organ trade is a good point. Not really sure what the two would have in common though..." he muses, he downs both shots in quick succession when they arrive, before settling back with his drink. "What do you mean about the wild hunt?" he asks, not following Morris' logic on that one. "The bum we just rescued? A bit late for that isn't it? He's probably long gone. I could try and find out about the two that were after him if you wanted me to?" once again he wasn't sure what Morris' interest was, but he was happy to help if he could. "I was gonna head out and talk to some of the dealers I know, see what they've heard about the murders, might be able to tell us something that's not public knowledge or in the file."
"The booze I would assume." he observes dryly "Same for me, double the shots though." he adds to Morris' order, leaning with his back against the bar and surveying the other inhabitants. "Where do you think we should head next? Or do you want to meet back here in an hour or so?" he asks his friend.
Moving sucks! My sympathies :p
"It never hurts to keep your options open, but you're right, I'm not worried about it. As to why, well... now we know the numbers can change." he pauses in the act of readying to pull out and glances at his hand to reassure himself it hasn't changed. He pulls out then, driving the rest of the way to the bar, assuming nothing further untoward happens. "Eh, it's detroit. The cops have better things to do. Or not do more likely."
"Yeah I thought as much. Don't worry about it and just take care of yourself man. Do you have somewhere to sleep tonight? If not I could recommend a place, they might even pay you for it." he offers with a smile. He shakes his head when the man asks so politely if Leon wants to bear him. "Nah, I'm not that kind of crook." he says with a grin. If the man seems interested in his offer he'll give him the address for Greg's business and let him go, heading back to his car. He looks the thing over, but apart from the fresh crack in the screen the damage seems minimal. "Well, we know something else about the numbers now. That's worse another dent and a few minutes I think." he hops back into the driver's seat and starts the car, waiting for Morris to get in.
"Yeah that's him! Beefcakes and Scarecrow. I'll let him know." he bids the thugs farewell cheerfully, watching as they take off before shifting his attention back to their would-be victim. His smile as the number calms and flicker back to 'normal' is far more genuine however. "They?" he asks before shaking his head "Ahh, right, nevermind. As to the number... well I guess we just saved his life from those two, so instead of him dying today he gets to go with everyone else." he says, making sure not to talk too loudly so the man doesn't hear them. "Do you have any idea who Harry is? Apparently he works on the east side?" he asks Morris with a grin, leaving him to ponder that as he heads over to check on the person they just saved. "Hey, you okay man? Don't worry I'm not gunna rough you up or anything, though if you want to offer me a reward I probably should send something to those guys. Don't want em coming after me next." he jests smiling still. Whether the guy responds or not he sticks his hand out to the fellow to help him up. "What were they after you for anyway?"
Oh great, a mugging... well that was a bit less exciting than he'd been hoping for but they were stuck in it now. He glanced from Slim to the man's hand again. What would happen if they saved him? Would the number change? For that matter... he glances at his own hand as if checking a non-existant watch to see if it still was showing 8 or not. He looks back up and then squints at Slim. "Hey... wait a minute, don't I know you? Do you work for Larry? Larry down on the east side? I think we met once at that club, what's the name of it..." he clicks his fingers as if trying to remember something. "The... purple giraffe? You were there with Mike I think. Man... Mike. How do you do it? You must have to wear noseplugs or something right? Talk about halitosis..." he glances at the bat wielding maniac "Anyway, I don't mean to interrupt your business here. That guy put a dent in my car though, so I guess we've both got a beef now, How about you let me take care of him and I'll send your cut to Larry."
"Jesus!" Leon swears as he stamps on the break, the car swerving erratically. Since his return from the hedge he's more or less figure out how to handle the wheel, driving a crappy old automatic, but his license isn't exactly legitimate, and he was somewhat absent for the part of his life where he normally would have learned to drive. Quite aware of this he makes an effort to wear his seatbelt and the old truck is pretty tough, so the sudden stop does little more than rattle him a bit and put another crack in the windscreen. He expects the man to have come off worse than the vehicle. As he orients himself after the sudden stop his eyes widen as he spot's the fleeing man's hand. "Morris! He's got a zero!" he yells, yanking his seatbelt out and stumbling out of the door. He takes a moment to glance in the direction the man came from to see what might have been chasing him, before pursuing himself, leaving his car in the middle of the road.
well waiting on Communist now to move things forward :)
@Leon Whoops! I thought I checked before I posted, but everyone makes mistakes. And you should smell like freshly cut grass. Amy will find that pleasant, mainly because that and pine are two of my favorite scents. And right when it starts to rain. That could be one! Haha. Yeah no worries, easy enough to get confused, especially with new characters :) I think the grass thing was on my mind because I re-watched Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince recently and it was one of Hermione's favourite smells too, hehe. So yeah, wet grass after rain, freshly cut grass, things that suggest fields and wide open vistas perhaps? Since they're going to the same place I would assume Morris is riding with Leon if he doesn't have his own transport :) Leon is intending to talk to his contacts about the murders, but he can do that over the phone I guess? I'm kind of counting on you to tell me when I need to roll COmmunist, since I'm not that familiar with the rules.
Let's go get drunk! Would resources 1 be enough to have a crappy beat-up old car? If so Leon would have driven that and would have radio free fae on as he drives to the bar. Otherwise bussing it I guess? :p Oh, and I peeked at the roll's spoiler. Would Leon likely to know about the potential Spring/Summer team up? I figure Greg keeps him pretty well informed and makes sure he gets invites to all the important Spring shindigs (as reflected by his Mantle). Also, also, Leon should have something around him to reflect his stature within Spring, which I hadn't mentioned previously. I'm thinking the occasional scent of freshly cut grass? Is that part of Mien, Mask or both? I guess his Mien would probably appear to have blades of grass and little twigs and stuff tangled in his spines too, as if he'd been rolling around in a park or something (which is definitely a possibility ;) depending on the weather)
Leon takes down Jack's number as well, shooting him a text same as Amy. There that hadn't been so hard had it? Now he could contact at least half of this lot... at least he assumed Greg had some way to contact Jusef. He gives Jeremiah an inquisitive look as the dude drops him a bunch of his business cards, but adds the number to his phone, not bothering to text him in return. As he makes his offer and Jusef responds he lingers, curious as to what they were talking about. He was intrigued but the two were vague enough that he didn't learn much. He'd have to ask Jusef about it later, since he volunteered for it. "Alright, let's go get that drink." he agrees happily, glad to be in more familiar territory.
Yeah I sympathize with you. I'm struggling to keep up with multiple topics of conversation, and have no idea what entitlements are either, thankfully that's in character, so that's okay :)
Leon is once again left behind with talks of entitlements, court politics, and suspicion upon paranoia, upon distrust. Seriously, these people just needed to chill out a little. He was about to voice his concern as people started making for the door about getting in contact with each other, when Amy made her suggestions. He collects the scrap of paper, entering Amy's info into his phone--he may not be any good with computers, or know what this cloud thing Amy was talking about, but he knew his way around a phone at least--dropping it back on the table for the others to copy as he quickly tapped out a message to Amy so she'd have his phone number as well. As the others disburse he turns to Morris, dropping his voice for a more discrete conversation. "So, it sounds like they're all planning to look into Summer and these knights, unless I completely misread that conversation. Whatta ya think about investigating some murders?" he offers his friend with a smile.
"Hmmm... I dunno. Goblins raising their prices... maybe they know about something? The timing on the murders is strange but still seems a little... small compared to what we've seen. Jeremiah's the only one I've seen who doesn't have a number, that sound about right?" he asks, trying to get a consensus "We're talking city wide..." "Can you tell us anything more about who these nobles are, and who in Summer is getting uppity? Unless they're planning to blow up the city though I'm having trouble seeing how any of this is going to end up with some indeterminate doom." He finishes voicing his thoughts, flicking through the information again for good measure. "Here. Maybe something'll stick out to you." he says, tossing the folder onto the table so it slides in front of Amy. "As to my talents... well I'm good with people, learning about em, getting em to do what I want... I'm Spring ya know." he gives a vague shrug. "I know some people who might be able to tell me about the murders, but no guarantees on that..."
Leon struggles to keep up with the conversation, complicated by everyone's individual motivations. Why exactly was Jeremiah telling them what they looked like, and why was it only him and the Ninja wannabe that he saw properly? As the others continue to talk he simply leans forward and grabs the proffered folder, settling back into his seat and holding the folder so that Morris can look over his shoulder as he begins to read.
I suggest you read the whole post rather than just the quote, there's more to it which answers A and A1 at least
Yeah, first post of recruitment thread :)
The similarity between Jeremiah and his friend had occurred to Leon, but he'd been tactful enough not the bring it up given Morris' attitude. "Hey, if it helps think of him as being courtless too." Leon suggests with a smile. "Right. We've shared our half of the information, so you tell us what you know. I'll agree to come back here--in two or three days, whatever--and share what I've been able to find out." Leon offers. He like the others had no wish to make an actual pledge, but he was happy to make a verbal agreement. Unless Jeremiah or his benefactor--whoever that might be--was behind this somehow he saw no reason not to cooperate.
"Yeah... that could be a problem. He's not sounding too altruistic, I was hoping this was being organized by someone who could actually help rather than just gathering info on us." Leon says softly, looking around at the others as they pepper Jeremiah with questions. "Christ, who pissed in her coffee this morning..." he mutters; Winters were usually a drag but Amy was taking it to a whole new level. He puts aside his dismay for the temperaments of Winters as Jeremiah replies. "So an agreement to share information then? That seems fair." he glances around again, taking in a breath. "Three days ago I had a dream. My... keeper I believe they're called--I was with her again, she put her thumb here." he raises his hand, tapping the number "and told me to look after myself." he shivers a little. "It started on 10, and it's been going down. It's 8 now, and so are theirs. Everyone else's are 9. You... do not have a number. That all I know. A friend told me about this, so I came to see what was going on, it's been freaking me out more than a little."
A bunch of winters, Morris, and an Autumn. He could respect Autumn, he'd considered it himself but didn't have the sort of... mental agility they favoured. Spring fit him much better but Autumns could be alright company as long as they didn't get too caught up in their own pursuits. His title however made him a bit more hesitant, Riddles made his head hurt. At Morris' outburst he smiled, the guy could be uptight but he was alright, and a useful person to know. He took the adherence to independence a bit far, almost bordering on xenophobia, but they all coped in their own ways, and his was better than the winters. At the man's signal he moseyed over, and had to stop himself from bursting out laughing, contenting himself with a wry smile. "Sure thing Morris. I don't suppose you know anything about our absent host?" He glances away from the conversation at hand at the sound of another arrival, watching as Jusuf goes so far as to actually smash one of the ice cubes, making him smile again and raise a hand in greeting.
"Greeaaaat, a bunch of Winters." Leon sighs, falling back into his seat again, resigning himself to waiting for someone else to show up to see if they'll offer any decent conversation, though he looks hopefully at Morris, wondering if he had anything interesting to talk about.
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