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14 days before you become MULCH


Location: Angel Grove Community Event -> Angel Grove Foothills
Interacting w/: @Crimson Flame






Just when things were looking worse for Nick, another new development showed itself in what seemed to be theses goons' leader telling them to book it after someone. Nick couldn't really see the situation unfolding from his spot on the ground but once he managed to pop to his feet he got a better idea of what was going on. Someone nabbed something from the GENESIS career table and these things wanted to get their hands on it. He was ready to make like lightning and bolt, short of being run over with a motorcycle these things didn't seem like they were mortal. His contemplation on fleeing was interrupted by a peck on the cheek; how European.

Further bringing himself back to the present was a call to arms coming from someone hoofing it after the would be thief. "I'm gonna run ahead, gimme a scream if you need a hand." Nick replied as he put his athletics to the test. He wasn't as fit as he used to be but he was still fast, making long quick strides towards the crowd. As he caught up to the swarm, Nick made sure to keep an arm's length away from the monster goons, knowing his charge would come to an end if one decided to jump him.
June bug
Haven’t decided what I want to do yet but I’m leaning towards a spell slinging Jar at the moment. Not sure though so it might be a bit before I get a CS up.
It didn't take James long to hear about the commotion in town and it took him less time to jump into action. He'd lucked out by not having anything on the agenda for the day, simply spending it mulling around home and taking a load off after an eventful weekend. The calm was luckily interrupted by some real action with the flash of lights seen from his home's window and an intercepted call to the police.

Rushing to his wardrobe, James removed the faux back panel to reveal his costume, of which he quickly donned. There was another flash as James scrambled upstairs and onto his roof. Through athletics, trial and error James now had a good idea of how far he could leap roof to roof before needing to clamber back down to street level and make the rest of his journey the layman's way. Luckily for James his route let him stay atop the building until he was a block away from the commotion. Deftly moving down to the street, James would lurk around the corner or one of the nearby building and scope out just what Mister Brightside was up to before making his own move.


Location: Angel Grove Community Event
Interacting w/: @Crimson Flame






Without a moment to reply, Nick found his conversation upended. One moment everything was fine and the next the event was plunged into chaos. Nick wasn't sure what to do at first, running seemed to be the general consensus but when Ryan was grabbed, Nick figured that wasn't going to work. After Ryan's own escape, Nick moved closer and went back to back with him as the duo faced the other weapon wielding monsters.

“Uh, Nicky. Assistance would be appreciated!” brought the full weight of the situation down on Nick. He wasn't much a fighter, Volleyball didn't involve much tackling and there wasn't much roughhousing growing up in his family of three sisters... but Nick was always a quick study.

"Keep up the kicking and I'll take care of the rest" Nick quipped, feeling corny as all hell, before puffing his chest and mustering as much bravado as he could. He got into a low stance and charged for the closest monster, mimicking the tackles he'd seen his high school peers pull off. He wasn't going varsity for his football skills but it seemed he had enough skill and (more importantly) muscle left to topple his target to the ground before he himself rolling off and charging the next. This one had time to react however, bringing its weapon down in a strike that Nick narrowly avoided but sent him tumbling to the ground himself. Trying to get his bearings back, Nick quickly found himself staring down three sharp prongs as the hurtled towards his head. Moving more so on instinct, Nick's hand reached and grasped at an overturned stool from one of the many event stations and brought it up to block the attack. Nick got a a fat-lip and a bruised cheek from the force of the stool colliding with with his face but Nick was grateful it was the chair and not the claws mere inches from puncturing their target.

"Hey!... Might need!... A hand!" Nick struggled out as tried to force the stool and the monster up and away from him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his previous mark getting up from his tackled state. This things were no joke but Nick knew he thrived under pressure. It was only the first set and Nick wasn't about to throw in the towel for this game anytime soon.
Finally posted! Also let me know if the way I requested the roll was ok or if I should change it.


Father C




Location: Arkham, Massachussets, United States of America.
Hit Points: 12 Sanity Points: 51 Luck: 50
Mental State: Sane
Skill: EDU Roll 83




Most times some controlled breathing or a little bit of prayer was enough for Charlie to clear his mind, of which he found himself needing to do more and more nowadays; tonight though a walk was in order. As he sauntered up and down Arkham's streets he thought a bit on the downward tendency of his mental state. He should be happy (or at least relatively so) now that he had a job once again, no longer a vagrant in priests clothing wandering in search of a new purpose. However the once holy man had found the downtime his new profession seemed to afford was doing more harm than good. Blips and snippets of nightmares would worm their way into both his waking and slumbering mind making his question their validity and if they were some way to deal with the shell shock of war or his time in Alberta or perhaps they were more genuine and less subjective visions clawing their way back into his conscious mind. Father C stopped this train of thought as he approached closer to his, for now, home. His walk proved to be less useful than he'd hoped so rather than waste the energy, the would-be holy man decided to retire for the night.

Entering his nice (enough) apartment, Father C locked up the many locks on his door, dropped his keys and wallet on his dresser and looked to his bed, its warm embrace calling out to him. As he sat down though his mind began to drift once more to his musings earlier in the night which drew his eyes to his Rifle displayed prominently on a rack on the wall. Father C wasn't a fan of violence since the war, he wouldn't shy away from it though and it never hurt to keep one's means of defence in top shape. Pushing back the deeper thoughts on his own mental well being, Charlie stood up and took his gun down along with his tools for cleaning the armament. Before finding god this was about as close to prayer that Charlie had and even in his current state, cleaning or working with his gun was a tried and true method of keeping his mind off of anything but it.

In a matter of moments though, Charlie's eyes were assailed by sunlight and he found his rifle looking as good as new in his hands. With an unintended smile, Charlie rose from his seat to put the gun back and headed once more for the door, only popping back into the apartment to release some caught bugs into Fred's enclosure before heading out proper. Charlie extended pleasantries to his neighbours as they did the same but turned his full attention to fiddling with his keys to retrieve his mail. His eyes lit up a little as a letter from TIME graced his tired face. Finally he'd have something else to keep his mind occupied.




Charlie rode his bike into work this morning, hoisting it up and through the doorway of the agency's front as he heard Miss Babson speak. "Thank God. Been itchin' for some work around here, hard to not feel a little useless when you're just waltzing around town all day trying to keep busy, eh?" Charlie replied, leaning his bike up against the wall in the front office as his eyes fell on the clock. Cripes, really need to get a watch or somethin' the pastor thought as he rushed for the back but made an effort not to disturb the meeting's current attendants. It seemed like he was one of the last to arrive so the pastor quickly took his seat as Harry spoke.

On the topic of this Mr.Cornthwaite, Charlie was as hopeless as a rat in a trap. Nonetheless, Father C tried to compensate for his tardiness by giving the produced papers a once over and add to the conversation at hand. "I may be readin' a little too far into it but Mr.Cornthwaite was last seen on the 7th but we the letter from Mr.Dodge was sent at the end of the month. I know people don't go missin' over night but that seems like quite a while to sit on suspicions of such a man goin' missin' even if the police were involved." Father C paused for a moment before turning to address Harry more directly "we got any idea when the sheriff made his investigation? My point might be moot if nobody thought Mr.Cornthwaite missing till later."

Giving the paper clipping a deeper look as well, Father C quickly chirped up one more point, addressed to the group as a whole "Also, I'd like to take a look at the library at some point. Might be worth rifling through the the donations Mr.Cornthwaite made, assuming it wasn't all monetary of course."

Father C slumped back in his chair a bit, not wanting to remove himself from the conversation at hand but also not wanting to dominate it, Lord knows he was prone to it. As he sat he wracked his brain on the Dodge Brothers. He could have sworn he'd heard that name before but maybe he was just mistaken...

REQUESTING TO ROLL EDU CHECK FOR INFO ON DODGE BROTHERS
Glad to still be here! Hopefully I'll be able to get my posts out a little quicker in the future and thanks for the understanding!
Sorry for the wait again, just finished up my post this morning before seeing the new post. Gonna read the new one and rework what I've got so I can it up today.
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