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« Reply #225 on: <04-19-13/1341:07> »
"They put them in a backroom," Sylvia said, "a couple of stab wounds, a couple of gunshot wounds.  It's not all that difficult.  Can you check on the astral?  If not, I'll do it."
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« Reply #226 on: <04-19-13/1344:29> »
"Astral shall be your field, i'll have to get my hands dirty"

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« Reply #227 on: <04-21-13/0603:12> »
Sylvia brought the doctor to the bodies of the people who had been in her team for all about five minutes.
"There they are," she said, before going on the astral to have a look at any signatures that might be left and that could give her some clues as to who or what was responsible for this attack.


assensing, plus using edge.
intuition 4 + assensing 3 + edge 3 =10 (10d6.hitsopen(5,6)=3)

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« Reply #228 on: <04-21-13/1155:33> »
Nick examines the room, Perception 4+, INT 5+, Specialization (+2), Perceptive (+2) = 13
13d6.hits(5)=3


Nick Examines the four bodies,First Aid (without Medpack), 12d6.hits(5)=4, 12d6.hits(5)=7, 12d6.hits(5)=5, 12d6.hits(5)=5

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« Reply #229 on: <04-21-13/1818:07> »
@Nick:First thing you realize when you enter the room is that the driver who drove you here wasn`t joking. The place is complete mess and zou cannot remember when you have seen worse. The stench you ascribed to the smoke in the pub is much worse here, and you are glad you took that shot before you entered the poker lounge. From what you see at the first glance the place was used as a game room. Poker table lies shattered all around, as if something exploded on it. body that lies closest to it is a middle aged man with clean cut jugullar. He bled out quite quickly, well the body also shows signs of magic user and by some symptoms show that he possibly left the body before it died. From what you know from medical point of view, this bears no advantage to the mage, well you are not exactly sure about anything connected to magic.
Another body with quite obvious wounds that lead to death is young man. From the wheelchair that lies right next to him he was paraplegic. High caliber bullets entered the chest and caused massive damage inside, tearing two brutal holes in the back as they left the body. No ymstery to solve left.
With this the nice and clean work is over. Another two bodies are in extremely bad shape. quick search reveals: Multiple cuts, blunt weapon wounds, broken bones and stabbings are the start. If this was the fight of two regular men, this would be all. But sides involved were one troll trained by years of police service. In oposite corner, there was heavily augmented man. From what you see He went completely crazy. You suppose it was something like cyberpsychosis in action, cyborg went completely out of control.Some blades were broken during the combat, same as a few cyberware parts. Well from what you can see, even trolls raw power, training and other natural advantages were not enought to avoid lethat wounds. At the end of the fight, it was the cyborg standing victorious. Would be if Han didn`t introduced his slug loaded automatic shotgun. The result is complete destruction of upper torso and head. You would have to use bag if you want all parts together.

@Sylvia: Due to violent nature of recent events you can clearly see that mana on the place is disturbed. This background somehow limits the visibility of details, but you are able to pierce it. The observation also reveals that single and short presence of the spirit left the place tainted. Poisoned somehow.Clearly visible signature of forcefull Griffins spell mixes with highly complex patterns of the spiritual powers inherrited to the toxic being. You are able to recognize most important signs and shapings, any you are sure that if you see the aura or signature again you will recognize it. There is more, weel you would have to consult the results of your observation with some specialist, since yof your knowledge of spirits and toxic magic is sporadic. Still, you are able to recognize that spirits present wasn`t by accident, as it was guided to this place somehow. It also seems that Griffin, before he died, tried to pursuit the spirit to its domain. You are not able to follow these traces, well someone else possibli can.

@Brian: You are qite used to late night alarms, ambushes and training. When you are working out in the field. You don`t expect the same when you are back home and with your family. But old habbits die slow and when your PAN signalized incomming call, you, after a little hesitation, he answered. You didnt recognizte the commcode, well you recognize the face of the calling man quite quickly. Local figure...landlord and estate owner, man who seems to have some real influence here in Auburn.
Good evening Mr. Holt. This is William McLister speaking. I believe we didnt met personaly, but I have some knowledge of you. I have a good reason to believe that your experiences can be usefull for me. I would like to hire you, lets say, as a consultant. The situation and payment we can discuss personaly, Im expecting you at Aurora, local pub. Meet me ASAP please.

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« Reply #230 on: <04-21-13/2359:25> »
"In my expert opinion, they are all pretty much dead, this one." points to the mage "looks like he left his body before death, if that means anything to you." Nick says wiping his hands, he will take some pictures of the scene and write out the things he discovered for later if needed, then examine the commlinks to confirm/assign names.

"Anywhere else important to look at?"

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« Reply #231 on: <04-22-13/0148:15> »
"Yeah, he tried to follow the spirit," Sylvia said, "but his body was killed before he could get there.  WE need a mage who can follow those trails to find out more.  I'll talk to McLister, he seems to know a lot of people.  And I'll get my camera out of the car so we can take a few shots, like they do with the police.  So try not to disturb too much.  As for more to do, can you do chemical analysis on their blood?  It might give us an idea on what hormones and such spiked when the spirit influenced them and that might give us an edge next time we meet this thing."

She left the doctor with the bodies and went back to the main pub, looking for McLister.
"I need a mage to follow the astral tracks," she said when she got his attention, "I can see them on scene, but I can't follow them.  I can check my contacts, but I'm not sure that would yield quick results and you seem to be very well connected."
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« Reply #232 on: <04-22-13/0229:57> »
"i can try an analysis but my Chem kit is back at home and may take a while if i even have the materials...if i had a lab maybe an hour and i'd be done. any way i'll need to find something to stick the samples in.

ill check over my Medkit and see if i got something in it to store some samples.

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« Reply #233 on: <04-22-13/0514:25> »
Brian was worried at first. Late night calls usually meant bad news. Drills and ambushes were not even the worst. His mother’s accident, his father’s stroke, and he could go on with the list. But it was no use delaying them: the events happened anyway and you might be needed, better sooner than later. And the unknown caller ID was a good possibility that this wasn’t family-related so he answered. “Brian Holt.”
While listening to the man on the other end, Brian was slowly overcome by some unexplainable anxiousness. Consultant, my ass, he thought, when people don’t even know what to call you it tends to be something shady. But he always needed the money and McLister’s reputation said that he was a fair employer even if fairly strict. “Of course, Mr. McLister. Let me grab my gear and I’ll be there in 20 minutes max.”

After McLister disconnected, Brian stood up with a sigh then started to prepare. Old habits die hard – he was ready in five minutes. Most of his tools were pre-packed for cases of emergency so he only had to take his armor and the Enfield from the locker. He considered the Hee-Vee-Bar for a moment then decided against it. It was always a risk, carrying that thing with you in the city, even if it was in the shielded compartment.
Brian wondered what McLister was getting at when mentioning his experience. He hoped he would not be sent to a jungle, he had enough of those wet and smelly places for a lifetime. As he wasn’t going to solve this before talking to the man, he brushed the question aside with a shrug as he put the bags in the Humvee and jumped in himself. The Aurora would usually be a good 10 minutes drive but traffic was much better in the night. As the engine roared to life he grinned and felt he would make a good time.

6 minutes later, a big car, painted in urban camo, was braking aggressively in front of the Aurora. A relatively short but incredibly stocky ork jumped out, dressed in clothes also in urban camo colors, and probably armored. Sturdy black boots, black gloves, a black hat, wide glasses and a huge pistol strapped to his waist made his apparel complete. He slammed the door shut, closed the vehicle with a thought and strode into the bar without stopping. He nodded to one of the bodyguards at the door and continued as the man indicated McLister being inside.
When inside, he immediately noticed McLister, talking to a Caribbean woman. As he started in their direction his heavy, thudding steps slowed. Even with the air conditioning on full power, something of a stench still remained. Brian could not quite put a finger on what it was but it made some bad premonition well up inside him. He politely waited for the two to finish their conversation then stepped to the man. “Mr. McLister, I’m Brian Holt. Nice to meet you.”
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« Reply #234 on: <04-22-13/1357:26> »
@Brian: He looks straight into your eyes:
That was impressive. Thank you for being able to get here this quick.
He offers you the handshake, then he introduces that Caribean woman he was talking before
Names can be dangerous and don`t want to be impolite. Here, meet Ms. Survivor-And-The-Only-Witness. She was involved in the disturbing situation that happened right here, in our neighborhood. The reason I called for you is not your patriotism, though. It is the fact that toxic magic is involved. From what your concerned neighbours say, you are brave man who faced this threat before. I dont want any decissions yet. I just want to hear what happened here from your point of view. Then, we may talk more.
@Laura Please show Mr. Holt the lounge, I hope he will be able to say something more about things that happened here. Once this is over, be sure I will be gratefull for the testimony you provided so far. I`ll heat up the wire and try to bring in the magician.

@Nick: Lurking around the bodies, debris and all that mess, searching for additional traces and markings that would tell you more about the powers the creature used here, you catch the glimpse of metal debris near the wall oposite to doors. Broken and malfunctional, small fly-spy drone is lying there. Another hight caliber round...you are not mechanic but somehow similar to others around, this thing looks dead. Well there still can be something usefull in its memory. You add it to the pile of another technical items you found in posession of those recently deceased. As you turn to continue the search for further evidnce, you can see man talking to Sylvia and Bill outside the lounge, next to the bar.
You are ablke to stay focused, at least this time, and your patience rewards itself, as you search through troll ennourmous pockets. Among other things...speedloaders, extra bullets of different kind and some picklocks you find also toolkit, that most of all resembles something forensic teams use for the first search of the scene. Includes UV lamp, basic sensor kit used as analyzer, doses for samples, some of them sealed like thy contain something, and a few other usefull tools.
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« Reply #235 on: <04-22-13/1532:29> »
Brian accepted the handshake with the gloves on, saying with an apologetic voice "Sorry about the gloves, Mr. McLister, most people feel uncomfortable shaking metal hands. Your voice on the comm hinted at urgency, that you needed my expertise here immediately. So what's the situation?"
He nodded politely to the woman who was semi-introduced. Yeah, names can be dangerous all right. Strange how he called me on my regular comm and my name, not the number and name reserved for these kind of jobs. He listened to the man explain briefly what happened, face darkening after the mention of toxic magic. I hoped i left that kind of drek behind me. He was glad that he didn't have to make a decision right at that moment, even as he knew there was no real decision. He coudn't let one of those sick nahualli or someone similar be near his family. It was enough that he had to experience that kind of horror. "I understand the situation is grave so i will check the scene immediately." He turned to the Caribbean woman and addressed her with sympathy in his voice. "Well, Miss, i suspect this was a hard night for you so far. I still have to ask you to bring me back to where it all happened and recount the events as exactly as you can."
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« Reply #236 on: <04-22-13/1604:28> »
Auburn in the night?

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« Reply #237 on: <04-23-13/0331:45> »
"I just have to grab something out of the car," Sylvia said, "I'll be right back."
She quickly went outside to her car to get her good camera and went back inside.  When she came back she did an assensing on Mr. Holt, but the turmoil she was in made it difficult for her to actually see something.  She would have to try again later.

"Mr. Holt, if you would follow me," she said, leading him to the lounge room, "I'm Angeline, by the way, and in my line of business often known as Shadow.  Now, I'm going to take some pictures so we keep the datails, and you do whatever it is you are here for.  Quick question, can you see the astral?"


assensing Mr. Holt.  Invisible castle is down again, so using rolz.
farothel: 7D6E5 => 0 | ones: 2 #intuition 4 + assensing 3
I don't see much I think.  At least not a glitch.
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« Reply #238 on: <04-23-13/0622:12> »
As you reenter the pub, you realize the usual hum is over and you are meeting constant stream of silence individuals leaving the place, navigated by McListers bodyguards, Han and his crew. They all look really drunk, lost and confused, as they walk away or use some of the omnipresent Grid-guide taxis swarming around the place. Streetwise you are, but not sure if this is display of McListers authority or this house special is really that special.

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« Reply #239 on: <04-23-13/0652:04> »
“Nice to meet you, Angeline, though I wish it was under better circumstances. Please call me Brian. Or you could call me Bulldog if you prefer that line of names.” As they got nearer to the lounge, the smell became more pronounced. Brian wrinkled his nose. As the smells assaulted his nostrils, so did memories emerging from deep recesses of his mind. Screams of comrades… the staccato of automatic weapons fire… the smell of burning napalm… something howling wildly in the dark jungle…
He shook his head for a moment and looked at Angeline who was waiting for his answer. His mind was working frantically to remember the question before finally coming fully to his senses again. “No, I don’t see the astral world, thank God for that.” His voice hinted at him being truly thankful. “This mess is more than enough in the physical.” Brian looked around in the room, noting the position of and wounds on each body, and the acrid smell of something almost suppressed by the smell of blood.

“Who’s he?” he asked of Angeline, nodding towards the guy going through the items in possession of the bodies. Frag, he messed up the whole scene. Not that he had to do much. He immediately noticed that all of them seemed to be dead because of mundane reasons. The smell of gunpowder, the bloody spur protruding from one of the arms, the bullet-torn holes in them indicated that there was a firefight, and the ugliest form of that – close range. He turned back to the woman. “So, what happened here, really? Could you please recount the events? I don’t want to pry so any details you think I don’t need for checking the scene, please just leave them out.”
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