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The Lost Files (C:TL/Dresden Files) (CK2-ish)
- Thread starter The Laurent
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Redshirt Army switched to Haul Down, so Haul Down's winning...
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Got it. That was mostly a provisonal 'I'm tallying for myself' thing. I was going to ask for an official tally when the time came. Was just keeping it to think of inspiration and the like.
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Vote will stay open a bit longer, as in until, say...5 AM CST? Update will be on Thursday, probably morning.
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Vote closed. Haul Down wins.
Turn 2--Sao Luis Showdown, Part 4
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Turn 2--Sao Luis Showdown, Part 4
[X] The Plan, Haul Down Edition
Stick. To. The. Plan.
It was what everybody drilled into everyone's head, and Benjamin was tempted for a moment to deviate from it. He even thought he could do so without paying too big of a price, and ultimately leeches had to die. Anyone would agree with this. Anyone sane, at least.
He wasn't a fanatic, but the death of every vampire in the world would only make it a better place, and there were people who cared about that.
He didn't, particularly.
The world in the Hedge is what mattered, or at least it interested him far, far more. But this was all distraction from the antsy feeling in his limbs as he took another long jab of smoke, pulled himself out of invisibility and then hauled himself back in, despite the itching feeling all along his veins and at the base of his skull when he did.
He definitely couldn't do it that long, and this time his plunge wasn't enough. Or rather, he was running on borrowed time.
The vampire, though, didn't notice, and he had to watch as Marco was fed upon. It seemed to be oddly pleasurable, from the way Marco was moaning, but after about a minute the vampire moved for the door, staggering a little, and left.
Benjamin moved over to Marco and said, quietly, "Do not speak."
"Wuh--" Marco began, and Benjamin covered his mouth with his hand. He took a cloth and began wiping at the several places where blood had been drawn.
"Can you stand?"
Marco's eyes were bleary, but he nodded.
"Do so."
Marco stood unsteadily, and then slumped up against Benjamin, who held him easily enough. He wished he had taken the Contract of Stone right about now, because despite his playboy reputation, there was a bit more fat than muscle on the guy.
Not Benjamin's type at all. Of course, Benjamin's type wasn't human, but that was another matter.
Benjamin felt a grin tug at the sides of his mouth as he said, "We're leaving, and if at all possible, it's down the stairs. If not, I'll carry you."
Marco nodded, the hand still over his mouth.
Benjamin pulled out the Token knife and wrapped the bloody cloth around it, and then stuck it on the bed. The illusion came up, and the wounds stopped flowing on Marco's body. The chunky man blinked, feeling his neck, but the wound had closed, however temporarily. Spilled blood would not only open the wound but undo the illusion, but for the moment a chunky Brazillian named Marco seemed to be laying on the bed, dazed. From there, it was easy enough to place an explosive on the bed, next to the knife. If someone moved in to ravish him, boom.
They slipped out, and Benjamin gestured. Wait, the gesture said, and he moved downstairs, already counting the seconds he had left.
Benjamin made it down the stairs as quickly as possible without sacrificing speed, to see that the vampire from before, the male of its kind, was leading a shivering, confused looking girl into the room where the other vampires had gathered. He spoke in whatever language--Spanish? He was sure it was spanish because that's what people down in South America spoke. Either way, the man shut the door.
Behind closed doors, the girl, well.
Benjamin didn't care to know. It's what happened with vampires. The trip back up the stairs was just as uneventful, and he grabbed Marco and marched him slowly down the stairs, keeping an eye out for the door. His heart raced with the thrill of just what he was attempting, and Marco seemed to understand that now wasn't the moment to talk, though his eyes still were dull and cow-like.
Or perhaps he always looked like that. Benjamin glanced over him for a moment, thoughtfully, but decided to stow inquiries for some other time. Or never. Never was good as well. They reached the front door just as smoke was shorting out, and Benjamin paused, considering his options.
Were he a powerful Changeling, perhaps he could have taken along Marco as he stepped through the barrier once more. As it was, he had only one option, and carefully he unlocked the door, not even breathing for fear of what it might mean. Outside, after all, was a guard. If he was even glancing slightly in this direction, or if the vampires heard the door, then now would be the time to run.
Run fast.
"Run for the alley, I'll be there," he whispered to Marco as the door opened he plunged once more into the smoke, though by now his body feels stretched and contorted, and he feels a headache coming on from the overuse of the contract.[1] But that is not all he does, with one hand he turned the knob on the radio. Bombing imminent.
The guard was looking away when Marco stumbled out and began to run, rather slower than Benjamin would have liked, towards the alley way.
The guard turned after a moment, no doubt hearing the huffing and puffing, and reached for his radio to signal that shit was going down, even as he reached for his gun.
Benjamin got to him before he could do either successfully.
It was hard to describe, but Benjamin would call it this: he took all of his hatred, all of the feelings and frustration and murders he'd had, and he pushed that knowledge into the guard's very skin, into his soul. And the knowledge of this horror paralyzed his being, left him twitching for a moment, shocked.
The street was noisy for a moment, as the man doubled over from an elbow to the stomach from an invisible source, and then a large van roared out from around the corner and drove by.
In just a moment a half-dozen bottles crashed through the windows. Some of them, at least. Others hit reinforced glass, especially on the first level, and bounced. Flames licked the ground and Benjamin wanted to laugh harder than he ever had before as he stepped away, and sprinted across the street.
It wasn't his job anymore, let someone else finish this up. Perhaps even the King.
*****
Fifteen minutes before the first bomb fell, Jose Smith obeyed his orders. It was an easy thing to do, obey orders, yet despite his very nature making him fade into the background, he liked to think that he had a mind on the move.
And what he understood was that Mother Mary was running something by King Stoneguts. Wha he suspected, though, is that King Stoneguts had to know. The man was a master of elemental warfare, which meant that the very fact that he had a steel knife, let alone the fact that he'd slipped off, wasn't in the car with the rest of them, waiting for the signal. He'd begged off because he was to be the scout in case something went wrong and they needed to go in anyways.
Jose Smith rolled his eyes, cracking his knuckles as he stole yet another pair of keys. It was remarkable what a little Vainglory in the right places even when caught could do. He then worked on disabling at least some of the vehicles, and he was halfway done when he saw something else.
An awning. The vehicles parked outside were are designed to not let in the sun, with windows painted black in the back and, once he'd looked inside, compartments for vampires to hide in. But the only way they could go from the back into the back way without trouble was via hauling up the awning.
So he sabotaged that. And then was about when he heard the squeal of tires and knew that if he wanted to not be murdered in the stampede for the exit, he had to go. But before he did, with a sort of lazy underhand that proved just why he hadn't been any good at sports, he tossed a molotov into the back.
*****
The car didn't stop for King Stoneguts. It didn't have to. He leapt out in a single motion, feeling the whipping of winds as he was carried farther than expected by the lightness of his form to land in a roll.
Not that anyone could see, for King Stoneguts was invisible as he brought himself to bear on the small fires that were spreading throughout the building. People were panicking inside, that much anyone could guess, and he was not going to make anyone's day better.
That Mother Mary had plans for more than just a simple extraction was obvious enough by her argument that they should end with setting the house on fire to teach them a lesson, but frankly King Stoneguts could accept that.
For the moment, at least.
Fire was capricious and strange, when it manifested, when it was allowed to have thoughts, to be something rather than the inanimate nothing it normally was. It had moods, it had opinions, and he could command it. Could shape its new mind towards his purposes, as he see fit.
This was war, and if he so wished he could follow the fire in and direct it towards the death of everyone there. That is what Mother Mary wants, that is why she sought out the help of a powerful, dangerous Freehold after all.
The woman presumed much. Yet he could help along the fire a little. He whispered and it heard, he thought and it sprung to his whims, spreading as he ordered it. It was to consume and grow as fast as possible, and to move forward, spreading far faster than it would have otherwise. The flames licked up against the edge of the house and pushed up and down and around. There would still be enough time for many to get out, but King Stoneguts suspected that Mother Mary had a solution to that too.
He stretched out his will and caught the fires that were brewing in the back, from the molotov that Smith must have thrown, and banked it higher, made it dance forward, burning at a vampire who had tried to go around the edge. The whole building was now aflame, and the flames grew higher and higher under his will. And then he stepped away and turned. The smoke billowed out, and surely some of the vampires had died. Others had survived, he didn't doubt.
This wasn't the end of the fight, the end of the war. Not unless he said it was.
And perhaps he should. They'd done their job, they should get out.
*****
Marco kept on shivering, and he didn't speak at first, too afraid and too confused. But over the next hour he came out of himself a little, blinking and looking around a bit baffled, finally speaking and talking about how scared he'd been.
The whole operation had taken less than thirty minutes, no Changelings had died, and it was a success. Anyone would be happy with that.
But.
*****
"You wanted it to end more aggressively than it did," King Stoneguts accused Mother Mary as she stood in the back of the church with him, near the baptismal font. "You wanted blood."
"No," Mother Mary said quietly, shaking her head, "They want blood. They're vampires, and they have even more influence than in the world we left behind. God shall punish them."
"My name is not god," King Stoneguts said with a wave of his hand, "I understand your concerns, but bringing in one of the people that we chose to work with us, to follow our orders, and having him sneak around the back and play saboteur could have ended very badly. It did not, but that justifies little."
"It justifies enough. Faith and good works," Mother Mary said with a twitch of a smile on her face, "The vampires aren't done at all. They're going to strike back, or rather try to hunt down Marco's friends, figure out who did this."
"And you want me to help?"
"In exchange for favors owed, for resources, and for information into a threat I know can't merely be local?" Mother Mary asked, "Yes, I do. I would understand if you viewed my deception as a sin you could not countenance, but--"
[1] Not a mechanical effect, but yeah. Also, it's partially because he's been eating through his Willpower to use it.
Mission Successful! Rewards Will Be Given Out Later, for now: Leave?
[] Stay, continue/commence operations against the vampires.
[] Leave some forces to work against the vampires, but withdraw most.
[] Leave.
If stay (partial or total), what's the focus? (Choose 1)
[] Knock away the props: Focus on weakening the financial situation of the corporations that seem to be run by the vampires, as part of an overall move to weaken them.
[] Clear out the bodies: Attack their human manpower, as well as those humans who seem to be in their sway.
[] Stakes R Us: Focus on trying to assassinate and kill vampires, destroy their lairs, and otherwise mainly harm and winnow their works.
[] Spy Games: Try to get agents in place, or systems, that can allow one to monitor some of their assets, at least until they realize they are bugged.
*****
[X] The Plan, Haul Down Edition
Stick. To. The. Plan.
It was what everybody drilled into everyone's head, and Benjamin was tempted for a moment to deviate from it. He even thought he could do so without paying too big of a price, and ultimately leeches had to die. Anyone would agree with this. Anyone sane, at least.
He wasn't a fanatic, but the death of every vampire in the world would only make it a better place, and there were people who cared about that.
He didn't, particularly.
The world in the Hedge is what mattered, or at least it interested him far, far more. But this was all distraction from the antsy feeling in his limbs as he took another long jab of smoke, pulled himself out of invisibility and then hauled himself back in, despite the itching feeling all along his veins and at the base of his skull when he did.
He definitely couldn't do it that long, and this time his plunge wasn't enough. Or rather, he was running on borrowed time.
The vampire, though, didn't notice, and he had to watch as Marco was fed upon. It seemed to be oddly pleasurable, from the way Marco was moaning, but after about a minute the vampire moved for the door, staggering a little, and left.
Benjamin moved over to Marco and said, quietly, "Do not speak."
"Wuh--" Marco began, and Benjamin covered his mouth with his hand. He took a cloth and began wiping at the several places where blood had been drawn.
"Can you stand?"
Marco's eyes were bleary, but he nodded.
"Do so."
Marco stood unsteadily, and then slumped up against Benjamin, who held him easily enough. He wished he had taken the Contract of Stone right about now, because despite his playboy reputation, there was a bit more fat than muscle on the guy.
Not Benjamin's type at all. Of course, Benjamin's type wasn't human, but that was another matter.
Benjamin felt a grin tug at the sides of his mouth as he said, "We're leaving, and if at all possible, it's down the stairs. If not, I'll carry you."
Marco nodded, the hand still over his mouth.
Benjamin pulled out the Token knife and wrapped the bloody cloth around it, and then stuck it on the bed. The illusion came up, and the wounds stopped flowing on Marco's body. The chunky man blinked, feeling his neck, but the wound had closed, however temporarily. Spilled blood would not only open the wound but undo the illusion, but for the moment a chunky Brazillian named Marco seemed to be laying on the bed, dazed. From there, it was easy enough to place an explosive on the bed, next to the knife. If someone moved in to ravish him, boom.
They slipped out, and Benjamin gestured. Wait, the gesture said, and he moved downstairs, already counting the seconds he had left.
Benjamin made it down the stairs as quickly as possible without sacrificing speed, to see that the vampire from before, the male of its kind, was leading a shivering, confused looking girl into the room where the other vampires had gathered. He spoke in whatever language--Spanish? He was sure it was spanish because that's what people down in South America spoke. Either way, the man shut the door.
Behind closed doors, the girl, well.
Benjamin didn't care to know. It's what happened with vampires. The trip back up the stairs was just as uneventful, and he grabbed Marco and marched him slowly down the stairs, keeping an eye out for the door. His heart raced with the thrill of just what he was attempting, and Marco seemed to understand that now wasn't the moment to talk, though his eyes still were dull and cow-like.
Or perhaps he always looked like that. Benjamin glanced over him for a moment, thoughtfully, but decided to stow inquiries for some other time. Or never. Never was good as well. They reached the front door just as smoke was shorting out, and Benjamin paused, considering his options.
Were he a powerful Changeling, perhaps he could have taken along Marco as he stepped through the barrier once more. As it was, he had only one option, and carefully he unlocked the door, not even breathing for fear of what it might mean. Outside, after all, was a guard. If he was even glancing slightly in this direction, or if the vampires heard the door, then now would be the time to run.
Run fast.
"Run for the alley, I'll be there," he whispered to Marco as the door opened he plunged once more into the smoke, though by now his body feels stretched and contorted, and he feels a headache coming on from the overuse of the contract.[1] But that is not all he does, with one hand he turned the knob on the radio. Bombing imminent.
The guard was looking away when Marco stumbled out and began to run, rather slower than Benjamin would have liked, towards the alley way.
The guard turned after a moment, no doubt hearing the huffing and puffing, and reached for his radio to signal that shit was going down, even as he reached for his gun.
Benjamin got to him before he could do either successfully.
It was hard to describe, but Benjamin would call it this: he took all of his hatred, all of the feelings and frustration and murders he'd had, and he pushed that knowledge into the guard's very skin, into his soul. And the knowledge of this horror paralyzed his being, left him twitching for a moment, shocked.
The street was noisy for a moment, as the man doubled over from an elbow to the stomach from an invisible source, and then a large van roared out from around the corner and drove by.
In just a moment a half-dozen bottles crashed through the windows. Some of them, at least. Others hit reinforced glass, especially on the first level, and bounced. Flames licked the ground and Benjamin wanted to laugh harder than he ever had before as he stepped away, and sprinted across the street.
It wasn't his job anymore, let someone else finish this up. Perhaps even the King.
*****
Fifteen minutes before the first bomb fell, Jose Smith obeyed his orders. It was an easy thing to do, obey orders, yet despite his very nature making him fade into the background, he liked to think that he had a mind on the move.
And what he understood was that Mother Mary was running something by King Stoneguts. Wha he suspected, though, is that King Stoneguts had to know. The man was a master of elemental warfare, which meant that the very fact that he had a steel knife, let alone the fact that he'd slipped off, wasn't in the car with the rest of them, waiting for the signal. He'd begged off because he was to be the scout in case something went wrong and they needed to go in anyways.
Jose Smith rolled his eyes, cracking his knuckles as he stole yet another pair of keys. It was remarkable what a little Vainglory in the right places even when caught could do. He then worked on disabling at least some of the vehicles, and he was halfway done when he saw something else.
An awning. The vehicles parked outside were are designed to not let in the sun, with windows painted black in the back and, once he'd looked inside, compartments for vampires to hide in. But the only way they could go from the back into the back way without trouble was via hauling up the awning.
So he sabotaged that. And then was about when he heard the squeal of tires and knew that if he wanted to not be murdered in the stampede for the exit, he had to go. But before he did, with a sort of lazy underhand that proved just why he hadn't been any good at sports, he tossed a molotov into the back.
*****
The car didn't stop for King Stoneguts. It didn't have to. He leapt out in a single motion, feeling the whipping of winds as he was carried farther than expected by the lightness of his form to land in a roll.
Not that anyone could see, for King Stoneguts was invisible as he brought himself to bear on the small fires that were spreading throughout the building. People were panicking inside, that much anyone could guess, and he was not going to make anyone's day better.
That Mother Mary had plans for more than just a simple extraction was obvious enough by her argument that they should end with setting the house on fire to teach them a lesson, but frankly King Stoneguts could accept that.
For the moment, at least.
Fire was capricious and strange, when it manifested, when it was allowed to have thoughts, to be something rather than the inanimate nothing it normally was. It had moods, it had opinions, and he could command it. Could shape its new mind towards his purposes, as he see fit.
This was war, and if he so wished he could follow the fire in and direct it towards the death of everyone there. That is what Mother Mary wants, that is why she sought out the help of a powerful, dangerous Freehold after all.
The woman presumed much. Yet he could help along the fire a little. He whispered and it heard, he thought and it sprung to his whims, spreading as he ordered it. It was to consume and grow as fast as possible, and to move forward, spreading far faster than it would have otherwise. The flames licked up against the edge of the house and pushed up and down and around. There would still be enough time for many to get out, but King Stoneguts suspected that Mother Mary had a solution to that too.
He stretched out his will and caught the fires that were brewing in the back, from the molotov that Smith must have thrown, and banked it higher, made it dance forward, burning at a vampire who had tried to go around the edge. The whole building was now aflame, and the flames grew higher and higher under his will. And then he stepped away and turned. The smoke billowed out, and surely some of the vampires had died. Others had survived, he didn't doubt.
This wasn't the end of the fight, the end of the war. Not unless he said it was.
And perhaps he should. They'd done their job, they should get out.
*****
Marco kept on shivering, and he didn't speak at first, too afraid and too confused. But over the next hour he came out of himself a little, blinking and looking around a bit baffled, finally speaking and talking about how scared he'd been.
The whole operation had taken less than thirty minutes, no Changelings had died, and it was a success. Anyone would be happy with that.
But.
*****
"You wanted it to end more aggressively than it did," King Stoneguts accused Mother Mary as she stood in the back of the church with him, near the baptismal font. "You wanted blood."
"No," Mother Mary said quietly, shaking her head, "They want blood. They're vampires, and they have even more influence than in the world we left behind. God shall punish them."
"My name is not god," King Stoneguts said with a wave of his hand, "I understand your concerns, but bringing in one of the people that we chose to work with us, to follow our orders, and having him sneak around the back and play saboteur could have ended very badly. It did not, but that justifies little."
"It justifies enough. Faith and good works," Mother Mary said with a twitch of a smile on her face, "The vampires aren't done at all. They're going to strike back, or rather try to hunt down Marco's friends, figure out who did this."
"And you want me to help?"
"In exchange for favors owed, for resources, and for information into a threat I know can't merely be local?" Mother Mary asked, "Yes, I do. I would understand if you viewed my deception as a sin you could not countenance, but--"
[1] Not a mechanical effect, but yeah. Also, it's partially because he's been eating through his Willpower to use it.
Mission Successful! Rewards Will Be Given Out Later, for now: Leave?
[] Stay, continue/commence operations against the vampires.
[] Leave some forces to work against the vampires, but withdraw most.
[] Leave.
If stay (partial or total), what's the focus? (Choose 1)
[] Knock away the props: Focus on weakening the financial situation of the corporations that seem to be run by the vampires, as part of an overall move to weaken them.
[] Clear out the bodies: Attack their human manpower, as well as those humans who seem to be in their sway.
[] Stakes R Us: Focus on trying to assassinate and kill vampires, destroy their lairs, and otherwise mainly harm and winnow their works.
[] Spy Games: Try to get agents in place, or systems, that can allow one to monitor some of their assets, at least until they realize they are bugged.
*****
Wyrd 3. Glamour 10/12, Willpower 6/7
Light Shy: 6 dice=2 successes, so two minutes more of invisibility, better hope that's enough.
Glamour 9/12, Willpower 5/7
Perception vs. Stealth: 2 successes vs. 5
It's all down to luck: 1d100=73, no vamp coming up for the next 4-5 minutes, better make it fast.
Stealth: 10 successes, really good)
Situation: 54, high enough to at least attempt it.
Luck Hold?: 99, yep
Luck?: 78
Light Shy: 7 dice (no longer trespassing)=3 successes, so 3 more minutes of invisibility, that's enough.
Glamour at 8/12, Willpower at 4/7
Paralyzing Shudder: 4 vs 0 successes, it works.
Glamour at 6/12, Willpower at 3/7
*****
Mr. Smith: 1d100=70
Larceny 1, 2, 3, 4: 3, 1, 1, 3 successes
Awning Luck: 73
****
Smoking is bad for you: 10 dice, 9 again=5 successes
So is leaping through doors: 3 successes, Breaching Barriers
So, frankly, is jumping out of moving cars:2 successes (Tread Lightly)
Glamour is at 12/15 , Willpower is at 10/11
I am an Elemental, your rules don't apply...Glamour as at 11/15
Leaping Out of a Car: 9 dice-3 (controlled tumble)=6 dice=1 success...but one armor, so yeah.
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A/N: And so Sao Luis Showdown is mostly successful, at least in its immediate goal. Choosing Love-Tap would have had more risk, though also would have definitely led to more dead vampires, whereas this option probably only killed a handful. Under or around ten at most.
Light Shy: 6 dice=2 successes, so two minutes more of invisibility, better hope that's enough.
Glamour 9/12, Willpower 5/7
Perception vs. Stealth: 2 successes vs. 5
It's all down to luck: 1d100=73, no vamp coming up for the next 4-5 minutes, better make it fast.
Stealth: 10 successes, really good)
Situation: 54, high enough to at least attempt it.
Luck Hold?: 99, yep
Luck?: 78
Light Shy: 7 dice (no longer trespassing)=3 successes, so 3 more minutes of invisibility, that's enough.
Glamour at 8/12, Willpower at 4/7
Paralyzing Shudder: 4 vs 0 successes, it works.
Glamour at 6/12, Willpower at 3/7
*****
Mr. Smith: 1d100=70
Larceny 1, 2, 3, 4: 3, 1, 1, 3 successes
Awning Luck: 73
****
Smoking is bad for you: 10 dice, 9 again=5 successes
So is leaping through doors: 3 successes, Breaching Barriers
So, frankly, is jumping out of moving cars:2 successes (Tread Lightly)
Glamour is at 12/15 , Willpower is at 10/11
I am an Elemental, your rules don't apply...Glamour as at 11/15
Leaping Out of a Car: 9 dice-3 (controlled tumble)=6 dice=1 success...but one armor, so yeah.
[/spoiiler]
A/N: And so Sao Luis Showdown is mostly successful, at least in its immediate goal. Choosing Love-Tap would have had more risk, though also would have definitely led to more dead vampires, whereas this option probably only killed a handful. Under or around ten at most.
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[X] Leave some forces to work against the vampires, but withdraw most.
[X] Spy Games: Try to get agents in place, or systems, that can allow one to monitor some of their assets, at least until they realize they are bugged.
We're here to help, but not to start a war. They don't realize the scope of the Red Court.
Put eyes on and bugger out.
[X] Spy Games: Try to get agents in place, or systems, that can allow one to monitor some of their assets, at least until they realize they are bugged.
We're here to help, but not to start a war. They don't realize the scope of the Red Court.
Put eyes on and bugger out.
[X] Leave some forces to work against the vampires, but withdraw most.
[X] Spy Games: Try to get agents in place, or systems, that can allow one to monitor some of their assets, at least until they realize they are bugged.
The building is on fire and I'm not sure whose fault it is.
[X] Spy Games: Try to get agents in place, or systems, that can allow one to monitor some of their assets, at least until they realize they are bugged.
The building is on fire and I'm not sure whose fault it is.
pantherasapiens
you were always my best friend
- Location
- somewhere over your shoulder
[X] Leave some forces to work against the vampires, but withdraw most.
[X] Spy Games: Try to get agents in place, or systems, that can allow one to monitor some of their assets, at least until they realize they are bugged.
Ah, they'll probably just blame Dresden as usual. Even if they've never heard of him.
[X] Spy Games: Try to get agents in place, or systems, that can allow one to monitor some of their assets, at least until they realize they are bugged.
Ah, they'll probably just blame Dresden as usual. Even if they've never heard of him.
lkmcclenahan
That which doesn't kill me, only makes me stranger
- Location
- UK
[X] Leave some forces to work against the vampires, but withdraw most.
[X] Spy Games: Try to get agents in place, or systems, that can allow one to monitor some of their assets, at least until they realize they are bugged.
[X] Spy Games: Try to get agents in place, or systems, that can allow one to monitor some of their assets, at least until they realize they are bugged.
- Location
- the netherlands
[X] Leave some forces to work against the vampires, but withdraw most.
[X] Spy Games: Try to get agents in place, or systems, that can allow one to monitor some of their assets, at least until they realize they are bugged.
[X] Spy Games: Try to get agents in place, or systems, that can allow one to monitor some of their assets, at least until they realize they are bugged.
Pridakarbiter
Unseelie
- Location
- Arctis Tor
[X] Leave some forces to work against the vampires, but withdraw most.
[X] Spy Games: Try to get agents in place, or systems, that can allow one to monitor some of their assets, at least until they realize they are bugged.
[X] Spy Games: Try to get agents in place, or systems, that can allow one to monitor some of their assets, at least until they realize they are bugged.
- Location
- Chicago
[X] Leave some forces to work against the vampires, but withdraw most.
[X] Spy Games: Try to get agents in place, or systems, that can allow one to monitor some of their assets, at least until they realize they are bugged.
Always a fan of expanding information networks. We don't want our people to be the first in line when the vampires hit back, which they inevitably will.
[X] Spy Games: Try to get agents in place, or systems, that can allow one to monitor some of their assets, at least until they realize they are bugged.
Always a fan of expanding information networks. We don't want our people to be the first in line when the vampires hit back, which they inevitably will.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
I wouldn't be so sure, but I can't speak for anyone.
- Location
- Daybreak
Hmm... Well, given my OOC info, I know that there are a few allies to help in any Anti-Red war, but they'd have to be found, and... Hmm... Perhaps that one big guy could tip the scales in our favor... ... Do you mind if I give out that OOC info I gave you? Or have you post it for more neatness?
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Okay, since it's not really a big revelation, I think I can give some sorta-IC knowledge that King Stoneguts probably knows/can infer from talking to people about. Namely, that there have been a number of clashes across Freeholds in Brazil and beyond the borders. Across, most likely, all of South and Central America.
"Red Court" Vampires control and heavily influence a number of governments, they attempt to rule and direct society, backing dictators and the worst parts of democracy. That much is pretty evident and somewhat true with nVamps too, in a sense. Either way, by definition, there isn't going to be such a thing as 100% peaceful co-existence with the vampires.
Now, in St. Louis, perhaps that's possible, but at the epicenter of their power, as people who have to live in the world and do, by and large, wish to not live in a world corrupted and controlled by others?
It's likely that there are going to be a *lot* of flashpoints and running battles and spying and assassination and everything else over the next few months/years.
Getting involved could be good, it could be bad, either way it would be getting involved, but it's not something that's going to go away, at least, and so if you wanted to stick your oar in, getting in good with this Freehold would be one way to do that.
This is very much a matter of 'Foreign Policy' though. For you, unlike for many Freeholds in Vampire-infested areas, it's a want or a matter of preference, not a need.
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[X] Leave some forces to work against the vampires, but withdraw most.
[X] Spy Games: Try to get agents in place, or systems, that can allow one to monitor some of their assets, at least until they realize they are bugged.
[X] Spy Games: Try to get agents in place, or systems, that can allow one to monitor some of their assets, at least until they realize they are bugged.
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To be fair, nobody's talking about declaring war. At the least, Changelings aren't much for *declaring* war.
\They're more for ambushes and street war and running away to the Hedge whenever things get too dicey.
They're certainly not going to *explain* to the Red Court why suddenly magical beings out of nowhere are attacking vampires and then just disappearing.