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Post by Clyde Maddick on Nov 11, 2018 19:42:32 GMT
"So it's you, the one I saw in the vision..." Clyde said cryptically, playing up his wild appearance. "I'm after Sarah White. So are you. I come on behalf of Picot. I have found my way here, to you, for a reason." Clyde made sure to tell the truth. A deception filled with truth was all the more powerful. "My name is Clyde, and I think we can help each other. What's yours?"
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Post by Strigus on Nov 13, 2018 4:44:02 GMT
Clyde rolls Manipulation (3) + Subterfuge (2) at Difficulty 6 against the Assassin's Wits (3) + Empathy (2) at Difficulty 8 (+1 Clyde's story adds up, +1 Clyde's deception is based in truth) Clyde:LR4SkWqqp_p_p_p_p_ Assassin:p_p_p_p_p_ Clyde succeeds. The assassin eyed him for a moment, then replied, ''Clara Blake. Easton sent me. He arranged permission for my being here with your Prince, do I suppose we ought to work together. Your timing is perfect, actually. I paid off some mortals to let me know if they saw the mark, and some just tipped me off that they have. That's who I thought you were, actually.'' As she spoke, she moved out of the building, closed the door behind her, confirmed it was locked, then motioned to the car. ''Let's go. We can get each other up to speed on the ride.'' ·········
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Post by Clyde Maddick on Nov 18, 2018 7:15:49 GMT
"Nice to meet you, miss Blake. The visions are hardly perfect... But I did see an address other than the one that lead me to you. To be honest I don't know the full story of what's going on. Are you just as clueless as I? I sense a web of events, convoluted, Six people or so, I-I saw a fight, but it wasn't clear... What's the situation?"
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Post by Strigus on Nov 18, 2018 7:41:20 GMT
''I don't know the full picture. I'm a neonate, and they make us clean up messes to prove our worth from time to time. I do know that Sarah can't control herself. I saw her give in to her hunger and attack someone in the street, with plenty of witnesses. I'm guessing that's what made your Prince care enough to actually send you. Honestly, I don't really care what her deal is. If I kill her, then my Prince will be off my back for a while. Plenty of screw-ups to draw his attention. I suggest you do the same. Just focus on the job, and try to stay off the Prince's list of useless Kindred that he'll throw at his problems.''
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Post by Clyde Maddick on Nov 18, 2018 8:05:03 GMT
It was tempting. To betray Sarah now would be easy. With a skilled fighter on his side, she wouldn't stand a chance.
Clara was in the exact same position as Clyde, no more deserving of death than either him or Sarah. But a distinct difference stood between Clara and the other two. She had resigned herself to being a pawn of the elders in an arbitrary game of power. Clyde had not been Kindred long, but he already could smell that the Camarilla was rotten to the core, A broken vestige of something older immortals revered. Better to take a pawn off the board than kill someone simply trying to escape the clutches of power drunk nightcrawlers.
"I'll do my best." Clyde said offhandedly to Clara, as he began to text Sarah.
Clyde: (In car with Clara, what's the address where we're meeting? What door should I use?)
432-555-7172: (…)
Should Clara take her eyes off the road and see that he was texting, he would lie and say that he was making plans with his sire to meet up after the job. He hoped that wouldn't happen though, and he hoped that Sarah would catch on to his subtlety.
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Post by Strigus on Nov 18, 2018 8:38:02 GMT
Clara, busy texting herself, made no note of Clyde as she drove wildly toward her prey. ''Alright, got an address where one of my little birds saw her hole up. Let's drive by a couple times, see where we can enter. Assuming more than one point of entry, you go in the front door and get her attention, I'll go around and get her by surprise.''
As she spoke, Sarah texted back with an address that matched their general direction. ''Enter through the front. I'll be ready with a stake.''
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Post by Clyde Maddick on Nov 18, 2018 8:49:41 GMT
Clyde: (K, I'll come in there, Blondie's got a thing about front doors though. She'll be looking for a back entrance, maybe greet her there?)
432-555-7172: (…)
Clyde deleted Sarah's previous text. No tact whatsoever. She didn't seem to realize he was in the car with the Assassin. He had his blades and his stakes ready. The fight wouldn't be easy, but it was for the best. Clyde's and Sarah's survival depended on it.
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Post by Strigus on Nov 20, 2018 1:14:37 GMT
Sarah texted back, ''Okay, I'll go to the back. Just come quickly. I don't think I can kill her alone.''
Clara noticed the texting, but didn't seem worried by it. ''Eyes up, this is the place,'' she said, slowly down from her breakneck speed to a crawl, before passing, turning down street, making her way back, and passing the building again. ''Alright, I saw a door on the side. Just like we planned. You take the front, I take the side, and we put her down as quick as possible.'' She pulled down another street, pulled over, and got out of the vehicle. ''Let's do this.''
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Post by Clyde Maddick on Dec 26, 2018 7:23:04 GMT
Clyde walked up to the front door and waited for Clara to give the signal, when she was ready to go in he would open the door and observe the situation within the building. Hopefully everything would go according to plan and Sarah would get the drop on the assassin. Clyde listened at the door, hoping to hear Sarah's breathing and locate where she was within the building.
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