Always down for Firefly references. As for Major Gordon, I'm pretty certain Beth would know very little. You want information about higher ups in the mortal realm? She's your guy.
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Pre-Guildfall, 2008. Communication is what makes a lasting roleplay.
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Getting back to the bunker had not been easy, especially considering Beth and the boys had little to no idea how long the vampire would remain unconscious. On top of that, the only driving skills Beth possessed she learned joyriding. To say the trip was bumpy would be an understatement.
Nonetheless, she got them there, and once they stuffed the girl into the hands of everyone else, she joined the long line of folks waiting to give Parael a talking to.
With that passed, Beth paced languidly from one side of the room to the other closest to the door. Her sight pinned on the vampire while the others began recuperations. She bound the girl's hands with some rope she found in another room. It wasn't much to keep a vampire prisoner, but even she would have to think twice before trying to break out of the bunker with a group of very pissed off supernaturals.
"I agree with Rikive." Beth halted to speak, arms crossed over her ethereal chest. "The Queen will have to wait. If this is how badly we fuck up against a bunch of thralls and Rikker's buddies, we've no hope of getting closer to Nemsemet." She'd had doubts before, but following the monumental failure at the Rusty Steak Knife, her mind began playing out as many scenarios as possible to find some way of making it out of this mess alive -- or, well, unchanged.
She took a few steps closer to the rest of the group, her attention still split with the vampire. "It's obvious Parael should not be giving orders," she continued, shooting him a scolding look. It felt strange being on the other side of one. "I would elect Tony, for his background. Perhaps even Flint."
Nonetheless, she got them there, and once they stuffed the girl into the hands of everyone else, she joined the long line of folks waiting to give Parael a talking to.
With that passed, Beth paced languidly from one side of the room to the other closest to the door. Her sight pinned on the vampire while the others began recuperations. She bound the girl's hands with some rope she found in another room. It wasn't much to keep a vampire prisoner, but even she would have to think twice before trying to break out of the bunker with a group of very pissed off supernaturals.
"I agree with Rikive." Beth halted to speak, arms crossed over her ethereal chest. "The Queen will have to wait. If this is how badly we fuck up against a bunch of thralls and Rikker's buddies, we've no hope of getting closer to Nemsemet." She'd had doubts before, but following the monumental failure at the Rusty Steak Knife, her mind began playing out as many scenarios as possible to find some way of making it out of this mess alive -- or, well, unchanged.
She took a few steps closer to the rest of the group, her attention still split with the vampire. "It's obvious Parael should not be giving orders," she continued, shooting him a scolding look. It felt strange being on the other side of one. "I would elect Tony, for his background. Perhaps even Flint."
We could easily jump right back to the bunker?
Damn them all. Damn every last one of their merry band of revolutionaries. If Parael wasn't already getting a piece of someone's mind, Beth would be sure to deliver it herself. Hell, she might still do it. If everyone had kept to the original plan, the plan they had spent time and energy working out in the midst of dealing with whoever the hell that Autumn woman was and her lapdog, they'd be interrogating this vampire chick. Perhaps even getting somewhere on the Nemsemet front.
What sort of threat did this pose to an ancient dread mummy?
Instead, Beth stood in a pile of garbage waiting for Karram and the fucking hunter to subdue the aforementioned vampire chick. At least they wouldn't be leaving empty-handed, so long as the boys did their jobs. Beth'd be damned too if she let them go back to the bunker with nothing to show for it.
She relied on the clatter of steel and empty thuds to tell her they were still fighting up on the roof. With what shreds remained of her faith in people -- and that came from little itself -- she entrusted them with the task and bolted out of the alley. She ran across the street to the nearest car, a second-hand sort of deal, no one would miss it. Should Gray and Karram succeed in abducting the vampire, the van would be far too crowded, and waiting for the others slowed them down further.
Beth sifted through the side of the car and resumed a solid state. Back when she had a body of her own, she wired enough cars to know exactly what she to do when she took apart the steering column. She considered jacking Flint's car once, shortly after she heard a cop started digging into her affairs, and only hours before all the dying nonsense.
In a few minutes she had the beat up car running and pulled it into the alley. She shouted up to the roof, "Get a move on!"
What sort of threat did this pose to an ancient dread mummy?
Instead, Beth stood in a pile of garbage waiting for Karram and the fucking hunter to subdue the aforementioned vampire chick. At least they wouldn't be leaving empty-handed, so long as the boys did their jobs. Beth'd be damned too if she let them go back to the bunker with nothing to show for it.
She relied on the clatter of steel and empty thuds to tell her they were still fighting up on the roof. With what shreds remained of her faith in people -- and that came from little itself -- she entrusted them with the task and bolted out of the alley. She ran across the street to the nearest car, a second-hand sort of deal, no one would miss it. Should Gray and Karram succeed in abducting the vampire, the van would be far too crowded, and waiting for the others slowed them down further.
Beth sifted through the side of the car and resumed a solid state. Back when she had a body of her own, she wired enough cars to know exactly what she to do when she took apart the steering column. She considered jacking Flint's car once, shortly after she heard a cop started digging into her affairs, and only hours before all the dying nonsense.
In a few minutes she had the beat up car running and pulled it into the alley. She shouted up to the roof, "Get a move on!"
It's difficult when a roleplay has such a large group of players. But we're doing great. I'm writing up my post now.
As will I. Let's get this show on the road... and into a bunker hideout.
I want to hold off on posting so that Gray and Karram can subdue Kaori and the whole gang can transition to the next stage, but if Beth really needs to intervene she will.
Parry and Rikive prequel, set in the 70s. Think of the discos.
The more this unravels, the more excited I get.
On instinct Beth flickered in and out of tangibility to avoid the swipe of a blade and in an attempt to seize hold of the vampire girl again. The first proved successful, but the girl managed to slip away before Beth could solidify her hand, and sped off down the street via the rooftops. Beth's hand slammed against the brick wall; she felt only an opposing force.
Her speed was nothing compared to a vampire, even one so young, and the farther she went from the club, the less she knew of her allies' fate. But with so many of them busy, and their mission still fruitless, she took chase alongside the hunter.
Unlike Gray, she knew the layout of this town so well she could draw a better map than Google if she wanted.
She dashed through alleys and office blocks, taking as many natural and supernatural shortcuts as she was privy to, until she caught sight of the vampire once again. The long line of buildings came short there; this was their best opportunity. Beth scanned the street around her for something useful and, finding only trash cans, garbage and broken pieces of glass, sent it all flying towards the vampire. The trash cans went first, a trail of garbage left in the air. She applied as much telekinetic force to the throw that she hoped it would knock the bitch off her feet.
The glass went next, and Beth aimed low. Vampires endured the worst but she only hoped to subdue the girl. "If you have anything useful in that bag of yours, now is the time!" she shouted across the alley to Gray. It would take the both of them, and perhaps another if anyone had bothered to follow them, to take and keep the vampire down. She spared him a brief look, and began to consider throwing him onto the roof.
The idea was too good to waste time debating. Beth manipulated the energies around Gray, picked him up of the ground as a means of warning him, before tossing him onto the roof in front of the vampire. It would be a rocky landing, but she got him there.
Her speed was nothing compared to a vampire, even one so young, and the farther she went from the club, the less she knew of her allies' fate. But with so many of them busy, and their mission still fruitless, she took chase alongside the hunter.
Unlike Gray, she knew the layout of this town so well she could draw a better map than Google if she wanted.
She dashed through alleys and office blocks, taking as many natural and supernatural shortcuts as she was privy to, until she caught sight of the vampire once again. The long line of buildings came short there; this was their best opportunity. Beth scanned the street around her for something useful and, finding only trash cans, garbage and broken pieces of glass, sent it all flying towards the vampire. The trash cans went first, a trail of garbage left in the air. She applied as much telekinetic force to the throw that she hoped it would knock the bitch off her feet.
The glass went next, and Beth aimed low. Vampires endured the worst but she only hoped to subdue the girl. "If you have anything useful in that bag of yours, now is the time!" she shouted across the alley to Gray. It would take the both of them, and perhaps another if anyone had bothered to follow them, to take and keep the vampire down. She spared him a brief look, and began to consider throwing him onto the roof.
The idea was too good to waste time debating. Beth manipulated the energies around Gray, picked him up of the ground as a means of warning him, before tossing him onto the roof in front of the vampire. It would be a rocky landing, but she got him there.
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