Thackery's page

Int+Occult Roll:6d10 ⇒ (7, 9, 3, 9, 7, 2) = 37

"And what about his friends. Have you heard of any that enslave other vampires?"

"Well, I want to know more about the prince. What kind of people does he associate with, what are his moral views, and so forth. You obviously know him better than I do."

"Well, I have some more questions before we take off."

Roll Int+ Occult:6d10 ⇒ (7, 5, 4, 8, 2, 9) = 35

"Pardon my interruption, and it's great that we're all rolling through the formalities and gettin' things done, but Uktena Shaman, what exactly is your relationship with the Prince?"

(OOC: With my roll what I can I glean of the typical Uktena's character?)

(OOC: I will have some things to say when the time comes but for right now I'm keeping quiet)

I'll bark out a laugh.
"Well, at least we know he isn't nuts if he starts talking to someone we can't see."

I'm just going to keep my mouth shut and look around non-chalantly.

"I don't know who you are, disembodied voice, but don't think I have anything to do with the decision making processes behind this. Don't complain to me about it."

I will exit the vehicle, making sure to take the grenades with me.

Okay, I tell her goodbye and hang up the phone.

I'm going to dial Elissa to see if she's okay using the phone I just bought.

"Alright, let's check the place out then see what we can whip up."

(OOC: Honestly, I figured it meant trust the werewolves. I was going to keep it to myself until I actually met them though)

"Ah...I don't eat, guy.
Anyway, we need to make a decision. Are we going armed, are we leaving caches of goods somewhere accessible, or are we going in bare-ass naked?
Personally, I like the option of getting a .50 cal rifle and finding a place to overlook the meeting. But, of course, they could find me and it'd blow everything."

(OOC: Remember, I told you my name is Calvin.)

"Very well, I don't need anything else."

"Yeah, we can take off."

"I don't know. I certainly am not a master; I'm better at hiding than detecting.
Actually, what I fear more is that they may be observing us right now. I'm not sure it's beyond V.
What I specifically heard in my, uh, head, to paraphrase, is that everything will burn. This happened twice. Once right before meeting V, and once right after. Which is why I'm not putting it past her to be a part of this. Unfortunately I don't know anything beyond the fact that she's powerful and she's forced me into this, and that she erases memories without any ability to fight back. She claims that this power is inadvertent. But I don't really believe that.
What bothers me is that these people aren't doing the task themselves. If it's so important why send people half their power? I suspect it's because the Garou would kill them on sight because they reek of evil and we don't.
Honestly, I'm wondering if we can't broker some kind of deal with the wolves. If we can convince them that we're worth protecting and are honest with them maybe we can get out of this mess. In either case, hold on a minute while I make a call. Excuse me."

"Well, I'll admit that I myself recieved some sort of precognitive sense involving fire of some sort, though my premonition was far more vague.
If you two are who you seem to be, namely a couple of guys dragged into this by sources followed of your own accord, then you should know this. When I first recieved my premonition I was met by a rather unusual person calling herself V. She's manipulated my memory at least twice and I find it rather opportune that she would show up right after my premonition. And she seems to be working with who you two are.
Now, we can think one of two ways, each of which will lead to further options. First, we can assume that inspite of how unpleasent our employers are they're interested in stopping these forces intent on burning the world down - if only so that they continue being a bunch of pricks.
Or, second, we can fathom that these very forces, unwilling to act openly, have employed us to do their bidding, and have tricked us into doing what we are supposed to think is a perfectly honest task with honest motivations.
Unfortunately, the trick here is that we don't know which of these scenarios is true. I, for one, would assume the worst.
What thoughts do you two have on it?"

" Why don't we go find Edgar and discuss this with him. I need more information.
And no, you shouldn't trust me, if we're being honest. I don't entirely trust you and I'm certainly a wild card. But I'll give you and the other guy a chance to explain the situation before I make a decision since you don't seem to be associated with the a+$%&&*s in charge."

"And what, exactly, makes you think who we're working for doesn't include such agents? I have been threatened and abused simply because I did not wish to join this little venture. Frankly, I've begun to wonder if I've been enlisted into the service of the Sabbat, judging by the behaviour of these people and the specific natures of their threats.
Take, for example, the threat of my eternal servitude and torture. I have heard of Princes killing kindred. I have heard of them banishing kindred. But I have never heard of them using other kindred directly and openly as slaves. It is certainly not an official Camarilla punishment.
And nor would I care to work for a person who would do such a thing. To be honest, those kinds of people are my most hated enemies.
If the prince is involved, which I gather from that other fellow that he is, then I can only assume that either he or someone he has fallen in league with is entirely evil.
If we get the reward that we've been promised, which I doubt, then I know mine is to go far from here where I can search for a power to destroy such evils.
Of course, by then, we'll have given the enemy some powerful artfiact with who knows what power. There are machinations at work here and if I were you, and if you are an honest man, then I would trust nothing and no one.
In fact, I think that if we continue to play by their rules we'll find ourselves ashes by the end of this venture."

"With everything that goes on in this universe? Of course I believe that there are higher powers. I might even believe this universe was deliberately created along with the life in it. If you're asking if I believe in the Christian god though then the answer is no."

I will put the pin in and step out. When we are alone I will ask,
"So why are you working for these a$%$!%%s?"

"You will apologize right now," I say evenly.
"Otherwise, I will tell you right now I won't put up with this b~$%$&@#, I don't care who you work for or how powerful you are."
I reach over and pull the pin on a grenade, barely holding the spoon down with my thumb, moving my arm far away from his reach.
"The greatest thing a man can have is his freedom...especially the freedom to not be around a&$%+%%s."

I frown.
"I wasn't given ANY details, tiny tim, but I know I like to be prepared. We're talking exit plan, and I wasn't planning to have those weapons on me, only available. Since you're obviously so f*#$in' birlliant why don't you toss out some suggestions?"

"Well, you are familiar with the fact this country was founded by the Free Masons? Okay, so I don't know if they were always evil but I personally believe that their organization has become corrupted over the centuries. Like anyone in power they want to remain in power.
So then comes the 20th century. People not only begin to have mass access to radio but phones become common, newspapers, and especially television. The average American is more informed than he's ever been before. The world is coming to the point where human beings can make informed decisions on their own without the help of their "leaders." In a democracy this is a particulalry powerful tool.
So what do the people in charge do? Invent fluoride. They tell us that it's good for you and pipe it directly into the water supply of every freedom loving American. If it was good for you why the hell didn't the ancient peoples use it, huh? They tried stuff on a regular basis but no one uses fluoride except us, now.
Anyway, it makes you slightly stupider, more content, makes you willing to sit there and take whatever they throw at you without giving any back. It turns you into a zombie. It's the most insidious conspiracy ever pulled on the American people, all so those in charge can stay in charge, keep us all under their thumb.
That's why I don't drink the blood of anyone who drinks tap water. Think about it. Ever wonder why people are suddenly buying at stores what they can get for nearly free by comparison? Because they know, subconsciously, that they're being poisoned.

As for an exit strategy...well, we need a recon of the area. Does anyone have a map? We can also try getting a computer and finding a wi-fi spot and checking out Google maps at the very least. We need to know about the territory we're going into. We might also want to set up some back-up check points, places with stashed vehicles and weapons. Also you two are definitely going to have make sure you're well armed. Plus if anyone's low we should feed first. And communications devices. We need to be able to stay in touch in emergencies, so I'm thinking scrambled radios. Also, if we can get ahold of someone with a helicopter we can think about air extraction in case of an emergency. I might be able to russel someone up if I have some time. If there's water nearby a boat wouldn't be a bad idea either. Frankly, I'd like to get some RPGs if we can, too, and maybe some mines. Unfortunately I left all my s%%& elsewhere. A flamethrower wouldn't be bad either, nor would an armored vehicle with a low center of gravity so it can't be tipped over. We can get all these things, it'll just take time and I don't know what our schedule is. And one more thing - we should try and get a contact on the inside if we can.

You mentioned something about people working for you there?" I say, turning to Edgar.

"You can call me Calvin. And no, I've not fought the wolves before. But two things.
First, no, it's not the water itself that's the problem, it's the fluoride in it, which I will elaborate on later because you obviously need an education on the way things work.
Second, you say you were hired onto this endeavour by the prince? Just who are you people and how did you end up being here?"

"Clan Tremere huh? Anyway, no the grenades were just a fail safe. The reason I was wondering if you bought that off a street vendor is because most meat is tainted by the addition of certain chemicals, which is fine if it's filtered through a human first. Sort of. But those hot dogs are boiled, or at best steamed, in city water. Then they sit in water inside that little cart, absorbing it. And guess what even our bodies have a lot of in them? Water. So that's going straight into your system. You might as well just take tranquilizers and give yourself a frontal lobotomy if you're going to eat things like that."

"Anyway, I can give you some weapon reccomendations if you want...after I ask a few more questions. Though I think the Tremere asked something before me and I think politeness is important."

I raise an eye at you.
"Did you buy that off a street vendor?"

I take off my shirt, revealing the fact that I'm armed with a large revolver. I remove a large utility knife and begin to cut open my stomach.
I reach in and begin taking out grenades, setting them next to me on the seat. The wound in my gut then closes up.

I have purchased "Occult" as a new ability.

I have increased "Security" to 3.

And I have increased "Computers" to 2.

That should be 9 experience, which is what I had.

Let me know if you approve, or more importantly disaprove.

Everything's good so far. I'm finding it interesting.

The people I've been dealing with certainly have personality. I think my character certainly now has his own defined future goals beyond the main plot, which is always good.

"Fine, I'll assist. But don't expect anything but what's necessary."

I suppose I will stare at her listlessly then.

Courage:4d10 ⇒ (8, 7, 6, 2) = 23

Dex+Wits:8d10 ⇒ (2, 6, 7, 6, 3, 9, 4, 2) = 39

(OOC: Lol, you don't understand, he was reluctantly okay with it until she threatened him, and that's the one thing you can't do to him. Now he has a permanent vendetta - he has vowed to one day kill her and this friend she's got who likes to enslave people, because of course that's exactly the kind of person Thackery hates the most, and anyone who'd call that kind of person a friend is not going to be on his good side. His hope, after he found he obviously couldn't kill her, was to run away (after all, he doesn't want to eff over his friends) until he could find or gain enough power to come back and finish the job.

The dead man's "switch" is to just prevent capture, of course. He'd rather die than be a slave if given the choice.)

It's 9:59 pm as I post this. I'm on Arizona time which has no daylight savings, and I can never remember what time of the year I'm on pacific or mountain time but it's one or the other.

I can post just about any time normally. The only days that are "bad," if they are, are about 3 saturdays a month and 2 or 3 firdays a month, alternating.

I pull the "dead man's switch" still wrapped around my hand.

I tell the cabby to take me to a random Wal-Mart, not one in the area.

I'm going to purchase weights, strong cord/rope, and the materials to make a light collapsible box, and a shovel.

If work is needed to make the box I'll head for a small operation mechanics garage, the kind of place I can break into easily, and use their tools to make the collapsible box and weight it enough so that it's easy to handle underwater.

Then I'm going to hire another cab and give however much money I need to to get him to drive me as far as we can safely go in a night that'll give me enough time to dig a hole to get out of the sun with the shovel and use the box and the dirt for cover. We are headed to the nearest coastline.

If I can get to the coast quickly enough I'm going to tie the weights on me and jump in. When sunlight approaches I'll cover myself with the box and just sleep on the bottom of the sea until I wake up.

I'm going to be trying to walk North and slightly East to bypass the continental ridge and go to Greenland.

When she's gone I'm going to check the area.

If it's clear I'm going to go to the hotel office and use the hard line to hire a taxi. I'm also going to make sure I'm fully armed and my gun is reloaded.

While waiting for the cab I'm going to go to my truck and get a sharp knife, cut myself open, and stuff some of my fragmentation grenades into my guts. Then I'll make some sort of cord and run it through the pins. I'll spend the points to heal the damage and make sure that the cord runs out of my skin.

I'm going to wrap the cord around my left hand and prepare myself to use the grenades and the cord as a sort of dead man's switch, a last resort if you will.

"I suppose we have what I would call an understanding"

If you mean Stamina:3d10 ⇒ (2, 9, 5) = 16

"Fine, let's 'finalize' it."

I'm modifying my dice pool for firing three times.
Firearms+Dex:6d10 ⇒ (1, 2, 10, 1, 1, 5) = 20
Shot 2:5d10 ⇒ (3, 7, 7, 9, 4) = 30
Shot 3:4d10 ⇒ (5, 5, 5, 7) = 22

Re-rolling 10:1d10 ⇒ 9

.44 Magnum revolver.

I figure Thackery would like the classics.

And by incendiary I mean incendiary starburst, not tracing.

http://wn.com/incendiary_ammunition

Starburst has titanium flakes in it that burn at 4000 farenheit and explode around.

Penetration for the bullet is about normal. I would be using a larger than average incendiary round due to the size of my bullets, which are bigger than what that guy on the video is using.

I would be using incendiary pistol rounds. But I'm not sure what the damage would be.

And I would be backing away. I don't remember how combat works but if I get a move action it is definitely to retreat.

Re-rolling 10:
1d10 ⇒ 9

"Well, you can understand then why I can't work with someone who threatens me."

Obfuscate 4 (Charisma+Stealth), 1 Blood Point:4d10 ⇒ (2, 8, 10, 4) = 24

I am now pulling my gun in my right left hand and my steak in my right from the quick holsters. I don't know if you'll let me fire this round but a proffessional can pull and empty a revovler in less than 5 seconds.

I look her in the eye.

"No, that doesn't sound good to me."

"No s@$~, really? Why do you think I assumed you, Miss Memory Eraser, did it. I feel like someone's f!~@ing with me and I'd really like to put a bullet in their head, but I don't know who it is yet. Which is why I'd like to remind you that you're still very much on probationary status with me. Don't think that I've decided you had nothing to do with it, all I have is your word, really, for now.

That being said, let's get this task started, whatever it is. And no I'm not going to somebody's creepy mansion, or crypt, or whatever. If I'm going to meet anyone it will be at a public place. If nothing's going to happen tonight then I suggest you tell me how to contact you, and I'll be in touch in a day or two, or whenever this is actually going down."

"Hmm...well, I heard a fire alarm in the room, which is why I jumped out the window. I saw you there, so naturally I assumed you had something to do with it."

Addended Post:
"Well I'd like to know how found me, considering I picked a random hotel and paid for it in cash.

In any case, what's the next move?"

"Well, I'd like to know how you did it, considering I'm rotating hotels on a cash basis. Apprantly I'm going to have to go completely off the grid, or improve my skills at leaving no trails.

In any case, where are we going? I assume you're going to take me to meet someone, or are you just going to give the information I need?"

"Okay. You can count me in. For now.

But if I even think I smell anything I don't like I'm out.

The first thing you can do for me is tell me how you found my hotel."