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Author Topic: Roll of the Hounds! - A DoH RTD: PROLOGUE PART IV : Traitor  (Read 8744 times)

Dwarmin

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Re: Roll of the Hounds! - A DoH RTD [Turn 6: Your First Mission pt. 7]
« Reply #45 on: March 06, 2012, 06:40:11 pm »

Gerome frowned deeper. She was a broken thing. A little shadow. Maybe didn't even have a name, or know how to talk. He supposed that was a good name for her. Shadow. Like a dog. Not that he ever had a dog, but he had read about them. And tasted them. They tasted sour. This was all wrong, but so was everything else.

And really, was he so much better than her? He still ate the same slop. Licked the boots of the same masters... (Bootlicker. He had found a book that mentioned that specific term, those who betrayed their people to the 'NAZI'. They were hanged after the 'WAR'. The term, it meant Collaborator. Traitor. Was he one of those? After all, how could he betray a people that were never his own? He was sure they said the same thing. The traitors who hanged.)...and, she had found solace in the silence. He found solace within himself. That's why he talked to himself. No disagreements. He knew that was supposed to be humorous, but felt no need to laugh. He felt nothing at all.

He just checked his gun again.
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Re: Roll of the Hounds! - A DoH RTD [Turn 6: Your First Mission pt. 7]
« Reply #46 on: March 06, 2012, 07:07:02 pm »

Soldier steps out from behind their car and tosses Gerome a gun, also an Ithaca.  He fumbles to catch it, and it doesn't help that she tosses a full box of ammo at him.  "Here, better than that thing you call a rifle."  Then she goes back to talking with Sheldon, not even breaking a step.

Also, I'm going to put Valaria as dense, considering how people are down in the tunnels; thieves, rapists, murderers, etc.  Next step, determine where to go after the mission, either a fast food joint or a fancier place, your pick, money in this RTD is USELESS!

Spoiler: Soldier (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: Valaria (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Zack Renyard (click to show/hide)

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Player: Dwarmin
Health: 100/100
Inventory: Old Rifle (unknown type | 10/10) |  Ithaca Shotgun (+2 attack rolls | 6/6 round left) | Shotgun Shells (24 overall) | Rifle Rounds (20 overall)
Magick Counter: 2/2

And yes, I AM adding myself a a character, normal rules still apply to me too, except I am almost immortal :P
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Re: Roll of the Hounds! - A DoH RTD [Turn 6: Your First Mission pt. 7]
« Reply #47 on: March 06, 2012, 07:25:41 pm »

(I'm playing her as wary of everyone because that's how I pictured people in the tunnels being (generally scum). As for her not understanding his comment, I'm going to chalk that up to her wondering why she would WANT to attract attention. :P)

Valeria's stomach rumbled. The last time she had eaten, she had killed a few rats feasting on some poor soul that had been tossed into the tunnels. There hadn't been much worth taking on the remains; a femur to gnaw on, perhaps, but the vermin had long since stripped it down of anything edible. That had been... two, three days ago? It was hard to note time passing when you rarely saw the sun or a clock in general. She had been to sleep a few times since then, she knew that much.

(Voting for fast food. ^^^)
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Re: Roll of the Hounds! - A DoH RTD [Turn 6: Your First Mission pt. 7]
« Reply #48 on: March 06, 2012, 07:38:46 pm »

Zack covered his mouth, and suppressed a gag, the thought of eating another human revolted him, and it was that revulsion that caused the deep hunger that gnawed at his stomach. Zack focused on messing with his guns as they walked, and said, "I don't mind fire, it causes shadows, and shadows are a lot safer then the light."

Make sure all my gear is ready, and try to scrounge up some more ammo
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Re: Roll of the Hounds! - A DoH RTD [Turn 6: Your First Mission pt. 7]
« Reply #49 on: March 06, 2012, 07:44:53 pm »

Gerome cracked his neck to one side. Hunger was a constant. It was their weapon, their means of control, maybe their best one. He would be thankful for a good meal...he would, quite literally, kill for it. He generally looked good enough, that he could go in and buy things from people. Sometimes. Deep down, they knew what he was.

He heard Zack speaking to him. He hesitated a moment, then responded.

"Real philosophical. I guess that just ties up everything in a red ribbon, doesn't it?"

Action: Fast food!
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Re: Roll of the Hounds! - A DoH RTD [Turn 6: Your First Mission pt. 7]
« Reply #50 on: April 06, 2012, 02:43:20 pm »

PROLOGUE PART IV : Traitor(yes, according to the book we aren't out of the prologue yet, I'll be keeping track of progress using this from now on.  Mechanics are useless here as long as we have a die and magick logic)

Before the group continues, they sit around and talk while soldier and Sheldon finish up gathering their gear.  Sheldon grabs an Ithaca that was in the trunk and Soldier gets a Mag-10 Roadblocker from the trunk as well.

"Thats a scary fucking gun," Sheldon says.  "You expecting something in there besides Mr. Bittern and his card sharp buddies?"
You just watch my ass, Shelly.  Let me worry about the big scary monsters, okay?"  She then turns to the direction you are all standing and says "That goes for you all too.  Simple mission, get in, kill the sons a bitches, and then leave.  Got it?"  You all nod and the group sets out through the rainy night and begin the rest of the trek to the house.
The scenery begins to change and the ground goes from gravel to mud and tall grass.  You all head off to where you can now see a porch.  The wind and rain is at this point getting a bit stronger.  You can make out what happens when soldier goes to touch the door handle, but it appeared that some gold colored electricity jumped out of it.  "Fuck this" She hisses and then makes a small protective charm.  She grabs the door handle and the door swings open.  She pumps the shotgun once and steps into the door and points it into the first thing that moves.

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A skinny, redheaded boy in a Sex Pistols T-shirt stares back at her from the other end of the Roadblocker.  He drops the serving tray he's carrying and five or six mugs and a couple shot glasses shatter when it hits the floor, spraying beer and whiskey at her feet.
"On your fucking knees, faggot," She snaps at him, and a second later the boy's spread out on the roadhouse floor with all that beer and broken glass.  Soldier swings the shotgun and takes aim at the table where Joey Bittern and Quaker Jameson and two others have all put down their playing cards and drinks and are watching her.  One of the's a morning gaunt, perched there on a bar stool, and the other, seated across the table from the gaunt, is an orchid-skinned demon smoking a cigar and looking about twice as pissed of as anything she's ever had the misfortune to come across
  "You told us the door was locked" the demon said.  "You'd also said that we'd hear her coming, and you never said anything about there being that many with her!"

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There was no reply, nothing rolling back from Sheldon's mind to hers, and Joey Bittern grins like a cartoon wolf and lights a cigarette.  He's a big man, half Portuguese, half Narragansett Indian, one hundred percent asshole, and he blows a smoke ring at the rafters supporting the high ceiling.
"Your fifteen minutes late, Soldier," he says and pretends to check a nonexistenet wristwatch.  "What held yo up, Mr. Vale?  You miss that turn again?"  "Put your fucking hands down on the fucking table," Soldier says.  "All of you.  Now!
"See,I'm thinking this game's a little steep for your tastes, sweetmeats," Bittern says and blows another smoke ring at the ceiling.  "I'm thinking you talk like a big dog, but when the chips are down-if you'll excuse the pun-you got nothing t bring to the table but talk.
  The two keep arguing back and forth, and the demon repeats himself.  The other one begins to look nervous as the event unfolds.  Then you hear it. "Oh I'm back here Soldier girl," Sheldon replies, "but think you should listen to the man".  You all see and hear the click of soldier's gun, an empty, hollow click. None of you make a move to help, or to harm.
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"Very thoughtful, Mr. Vale" Bittern says.  "Its good to see your the dependable sort.  An eye for details and all that." The morning gaunt makes a gurgling sound that's probably meant to be laughter.  The air between her and the card table has begun to shimmer and twist back upon itself, like heat rising from blacktop on a summer's day, and so she knows the four at the table have been removed from the reach of bullets, anyway.  "Shelly" Soldier says, speaking as calmly as she can as she can still manage, "do you even begin to have and idea how much shit you're in?"
You just met me worry about that," he tells her
"Well said, Mr. Vale," Joey Bittern mumbles around the filter of his cigarette.  "You're a man of few words, but you can choose them well."
"Did you learn that from a fucking fortune cookie?" Soldier asks, her eyes moving quickly from Bittern to the orchid-colored demon to Jameson to the gurgling night gaunt.  "Give him a chance, he'll talk your goddamn ear off.  Ain't that right, Shelly?"
How about we cut the fuckin' la-di-da chitchat," the demon scowls, "kill the changling bitch, and get back to the game?  Or maybe, Joey, you think all this drama's going to make me forget how far in the hole you are?"
See, Soldier?  Some people just aren't capable of savoring the moment." Bittern laughs and shakes his head.  "they always have to be rushing things.  Some people"-and he glares at the demon"They just don't quite appreciate the sheer, astounding elegance of deceit done right."
"Whatever they decide to do with you, Shelly" Soldier says, reaching into her jacket for the 9mm, "I just hope it's going to hurt for a long, long time."
Soldier begins to hear Valerie scream, cut off by a gunshot.  She hears more shots, stopping only a second later.  She hears the Ithaca fire, the thunder of the shotgun ringing in her ears.
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There was no more than a foot between the muzzle of the shotgun and Soldier, and it tears through her easy as a hot knife through butter...


...and she's stumbling, falling toward the demon's shimering bulletproof barrier, driven forward by the force of the blast...


...and the wet spray of blood and bone and mangled entrails moving out before her, the hot lead opening her like a butcher's prize sow, like a bouquet of bloodflowers, like Noah's goddamn fourty-day flood...
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