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[Playergamer]

Wow. Sorry no one gave any actions or anything.

Hide. If they split up, pepper spray in face for great justice!

[Ross Vernal]

I just made a quick edit to make it clear - they totally see you not being dead where they expected you to be and they do notice you right by the elevator. They assume you're a human in shock from blood loss, for now.

It's okay. I figured it was better than finding elevator music.

[Playergamer]

Bluff, try to hide.

[Ross Vernal]

You consider taking cover. Well, there's a desk. It's way over on the other side of the office.

You run anyway. After a few moments, you hear the sound of gunfire and leap over the desk, curling up behind it as something whizzes by your ear. More shots ring out, but fortunately, the pistol rounds are stopped by the desk. Twelve in total.

BOOM!

Chunks of wood fly out of a sudden hole in the desk about the size of a man's fist.

What we have here is a failure to communicate...

[Ross Vernal]

(Well, I tried.

*shrugs*)

[Playergamer]

(Huh? I want to let someone else give an action.)

[Ross Vernal]

(Fair enough, but you don't have to.)

[Funk]

Climb out of the window and lower your self down to the fire exit.

[Ross Vernal]

You risk a glance out the firmly sealed, full-pane window. It's about forty-two floors to the ground. Below, a few neurotic late-night drivers wait at the light, engines idling. A swan dive into cement seems about as fatal as disembowled by a shotgun, although you expect it to be faster and (hopefully) less painful.

You can hear the shell hitting the ground and someone beginning to work the pump on the shotgun, and lean out a little more.

Ah-ha!

A mere five stories down is one of those window-washer platforms. You're pretty sure you can punch out the glass, jump in, and... well, no idea what then, but literally anything sounds better than sitting around in a panic, waiting for anonymous thugs to punch your ticket.

Again.

It's going to be one of those nights, isn't it?

[QUICK EDIT:



You're pretty high up. Yes, I am taking some liberty with window cleaning schedules, because dying three pages in isn't really cool.]

[Fniff]

Try luring the thug over. Feint him by pretending to let loose a death rattle, then pounce him as soon as he comes close to make sure you're dead.

[Funk]

Yes lets play dead the eat.

[Xantalos]

((Trust me, getting Bay12 to do quick actions is a recipe for disaster.))

Try luring the thug over. Feint him by pretending to let loose a death rattle, then pounce him as soon as he comes close to make sure you're dead.

+1

[Ross Vernal]

Good thing you're already covered in blood. You let out a reasonably convincing sigh and thump on the ground. Shotgun Thug 1 finishes racking the slide, then cautiously steps around the desk.

"Got her," he reports. Something in his voice makes you think he's a junkie, four aces short of a full deck.

"Check her pulse." Pistol Thug 1 (or maybe 2, you literally couldn't care less) replied. Same desperate, I-need-a-fix slur.

Shotgun Thug shifts the shotgun as he kneels, held loosely in his left hand as he leans over you, right hand on your throat. He stinks of cheap cologne, sweat, fear, but below it is the candy-sweet, faintly-metal scent of blood. He leans in, turning his head away slightly as though he's listening for a breath.

His throat is right there, ready for the taking, and the Hunger rears up. Alien, ice-cold, thought fills your brain, screaming reverbs in a harsh tone you somehow know is yours.

"Yeah, she's dead. Ugh..."

TAKE IT.
KILL THE PREY
NOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOW
NOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOW
NOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOW
NOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOW!

You whip up your hand and tear out his throat, and feel your jaws distending just before they clamp like bear traps across the wound. Hot lifeblood flows down your throat and you swallow reflexively, over and over again, tongue caressing the jagged edges of the wound as you greedily suck down blood. He doesn't make much of a noise, just a sigh.

"Johnny?"

"You know he throws up around bodies. Give him a minute."

What idiots.

Before the minute is over, you can feel the beating of his heart start to slow down, and then he slumps to the ground. You suddenly Know things you didn't know a minute ago - names, where the delivery van is, that this man and his associates are thralls to your boss, and a very thorough knowledge of exactly how to use that shotgun conveniently within grasping reach.

[You didn't drink him dry, he still has a few liters left. Yeah, I'm playing with time a little. It should take about three minute to bleed out, maybe a little less. *does the Jedi hand wave*]

On the other hand, you only got a few liters down, and you're still hungry. There's not much time until these thralls realize something's wrong.

Now what?

***

Gunman 1, Human Pistol Thrall, Healthy
Gunman 2, Human Pistol Thrall, Healthy
Gunman 3, Human Shotgun Thrall, Unconscious/Dying

Jackie Sato, Traditional Vampire
Healthy
Hungry (2/10 liters)
Dawn is coming in 2 hours, 54 minutes
3/3 days left to find a master or become your own

Inventory:
- Digital passkey
- Wallet
- Small bottle of pepper spray
- Cell Phone
-

Equipped:
- Business outfit, irretrievably bloodstained
- Sensible footwear, bloodstained
- Pump-Action Shotgun, 12-gauge, 4/6 shots remain
-

Vamp Skills:
- Enhanced Senses 1
- Time Dilation 1
- Feeding 1
- Superhuman Body 1
- ?
- ?
- ?
- ?
- ?
- ?
- ?
- ?
- ?

Acquired Skills
-Ranged Combat
-- Small Arms
-- Long Arms
--- Shotgun

[Funk]

Finish off the thug now, how doesn't really matter just do it.

We should take his jacket/ top so we gain the edge on the others.

He had keys right? let make for the lifts, summon both, send one down then take the second and climb up it roof exit.
Any thugs at the bottom will be confused when meet with two empty lifts.

[Ross Vernal]

(Yes, as do you. Presumably, you have more access on yours than he does, but you've never spent time using your passkey on maintenance areas. For all you know, yours won't even let you in there.)