I will be denoting your successes through the abbr command, the same I used on the races. Just mouse over an underlined section to see what you rolled. I will also default six to be a success of 4 scale coupled with a failure of 1 scale, mostly because it's a little hard coming up with "It's so good, it backfired" every time.
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Kathryn judged the corpse and it's surroundings with a critical eye.
She looked over the corpse, and saw it was bound with rope tied around the hiker's chest, tightly. As she and Eric cut him down, she examined the stiff in further detail. The killing blow was two shots to the head, most likely smaller then a shotgun. She almost got pissed that her superiors took her to a gangland warning or a serial killer's latest victim, but then she noticed the guy's guts were ripped out and appeared to have been chewed rather vigorously. Looks like this guy was a meal, but what was with the gunshots? The killer was armed, at least she knew that... And smart enough to use a gun.
Kathryn stood up and looked over the crime scene itself, for anything odd. The forest was crystal clean, there wasn't even any bloodstains... It was a contradiction. What the fuck kind of monster executes a random hiker with two precise shots, eats his guts, strings him up, then cleans up everything except the corpse?
She looked behind her. She wondered if someone, or something, was looking at her and licking it's lips...
One pistol, fully loaded with one back-up clip.
One FBI badge.
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Eric was usually a calm kinda guy, but he still needed one minute to calm down. He wondered what the difference was between the corpses he saw of werewolves on the prowl and failed demon summonings, and this fairly tame killing.
Maybe he was expecting worse.
As he helped Kathryn take the corpse down, he looked around the area.
No tracks, no marks, it was a complete... Just nothing. He did have an odd feeling of being watched, though... He shook his head and gave a quick look over the corpse.
Eric sighed as he looked over the corpse. The corpse was shot two times, had it's guts ripped out presumably after death and was covered in runes. He didn't see anything else that would matter, the victim just looked like an ordinary hiker.
Eric looked at the wounds closely... The bullets were probably just ordinary bullets, but the stomach wound had to be done with something like... claws?He shivered, for some reason...
One pistol, fully loaded with one back-up clip.
One FBI badge.
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Ambrose never really liked the more wolf-ish parts of her personality. Smell, for one instance, had become a major problem. Everyone smelled disgusting. Sweat, urine, general nastiness wafted from their unaware cracks and pores and into her now highly sensitive nose. She had to go to the toilet to vomit up her dinner after a failed dinner with an asshole who turned out to be A. a pick-up artist and B. more in love with body spray then her. It was just too much to bear.
However, it came in handy when in a forest. Forests smelled right to her.
She could definitely smell a few things like fear, terror... confusion? No, betrayal. It hit her like a brick when she realized the full picture of smells. The microscopic dots of blood, spit and the dirt didn't smell like it was stepped on by a sneaker a few hours ago. All these smells were most likely made last night.
Ambrose shivered. Her wolf-part was waking up, and it said something in that primal, instinct way.
Something nasty watching. One pistol, fully loaded with one back-up clip.
One FBI badge.
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Bakstur thought about his situation as he turned the safety off
and he shot them and killed them all and ate their flesh and he loved the taste he loved it and looked around.
Well, he certainly didn't expect to be recruited in a corporate monster hunting group. And of course, he didn't expect to be possessed by a demonic being who was in the habit of using
the truth the angel was correct as they turned on him, and tried to kill him, and he needed to strike ba illusions to try and cause as much destruction as possible. It was like having a very annoying toddler constantly on your watch, if the toddler was a mass-murdering entity older then time who wanted to kill everyone. So, it wasn't at all like having an annoying toddler. The
angel i am the angel do not disob demon was in the habit of calling itself the Angel. Bakstur didn't really remember if he was hearing it at age 4 or age 17, since it was screwing with his memory as well. All he knew, it was not to be trusted.
As he looked around, he noticed something move away in the distance. As he squinted, it looked like a human clad in black clothes, a black suit with a red tie."I see something." Bakstur said, narrowing his eyes.
One pistol, fully loaded with one back-up clip.
One FBI badge.