Tried to let you guys decide how close you were to the vampires. Just imagine that their locations immediately followed Blake's message.
In other news, Blake continues to troll vampires.
In other news, Blake continues to troll vampires.
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... Ark? I vote we stumble across that motel.
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Okay I had a total brain fart. And we've got dead weight...
So how are we gonna take care of this?
Nice is already storming away. Let her continue.
You can have next post.
Oh poo I have to wait to post..... this always happens :P ..... and blackcat was on 30minutes ago, she only posted 11hrs ago :s
Yeah, she's been on a lot.
I... feel like we may have been ditched.
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Blake's head twitched slightly as he sat on the log, his cybernetic hands clenching and unclenching. "Don't taunt the vampires, Blake, myeh-myeh-myeh," he said to himself in a mocking tone as he continued sifting through the data.
The facial recognition in the traffic cameras had picked out three teams of hostiles fast approaching from all different directions. The two vampires were separated, which was good - that would make it easier for the fighters on the team to take them down.
Watch out for Anna; Carlo's older, but Anna's the brains here, guys. She's the adaptable bitch that wrote those books and runs the thralls. She ought to be the priority.
The team led by the female bloodsucker had entered the box and was in sight of one of the Musketeers. With half of his brain, Blake directed the drone (Aramis) after them, so that he could track their progress towards the bait directly. The other half of his brain, he bent towards the bloodsucker's comms network.
It was a standard setup - every thrall and vampire had an earpiece. The network had two layers of security, private wi-fi style. The bloodsuckers were ready for some punk with a PDA, but they weren't ready for Blake. Not in the slightest.
A few mental keystrokes and an assault by ten varieties of trojan software later and Blake was in. Now he had a choice - listen in on the vampires and try to glean some useful intel, or cut them off from each other.
He chose the second - he'd already set up his web of surveillance to see and hear the vampires, and if they were isolated, the teams could be dealt with one at a time. Now, he could brute force the network down, swamp it with programs and viruses and requests until it broke and the vampire's and thrall's earbuds just went silent. Alternatively, he could try something a little more... elegant.
That's how every earpiece hooked up to the network started blaring K-pop simultaneously, totally drowning out any attempt to communicate along it.
Found a friend. Commencing friendly chat. It will likely be short.
Blake shuddered at that. Few people were able to really scare him since his first run-in with vampires, but his Russian teammate managed it, especially with the enthusiasm he displayed towards 'friendly chats'. He sent out a message to the team:
Whatever you're going to do, Chernobyl, do it fast. We've got three thrall teams approaching the bait, two led by vampires and all of them armed. Closest one is led by Anna, ETA four minutes. I'm broadcasting you their current coordinates, and I'll update you periodically: They can't communicate between teams anymore (Thanks, Blake), so get in there and start scoring for our side.
Also, the team with Carlo is fast approaching my position, so I'm going to be running away. Help would be appreciated.
With that, Blake took off sprinting into the woods.
The facial recognition in the traffic cameras had picked out three teams of hostiles fast approaching from all different directions. The two vampires were separated, which was good - that would make it easier for the fighters on the team to take them down.
Watch out for Anna; Carlo's older, but Anna's the brains here, guys. She's the adaptable bitch that wrote those books and runs the thralls. She ought to be the priority.
The team led by the female bloodsucker had entered the box and was in sight of one of the Musketeers. With half of his brain, Blake directed the drone (Aramis) after them, so that he could track their progress towards the bait directly. The other half of his brain, he bent towards the bloodsucker's comms network.
It was a standard setup - every thrall and vampire had an earpiece. The network had two layers of security, private wi-fi style. The bloodsuckers were ready for some punk with a PDA, but they weren't ready for Blake. Not in the slightest.
A few mental keystrokes and an assault by ten varieties of trojan software later and Blake was in. Now he had a choice - listen in on the vampires and try to glean some useful intel, or cut them off from each other.
He chose the second - he'd already set up his web of surveillance to see and hear the vampires, and if they were isolated, the teams could be dealt with one at a time. Now, he could brute force the network down, swamp it with programs and viruses and requests until it broke and the vampire's and thrall's earbuds just went silent. Alternatively, he could try something a little more... elegant.
That's how every earpiece hooked up to the network started blaring K-pop simultaneously, totally drowning out any attempt to communicate along it.
Found a friend. Commencing friendly chat. It will likely be short.
Blake shuddered at that. Few people were able to really scare him since his first run-in with vampires, but his Russian teammate managed it, especially with the enthusiasm he displayed towards 'friendly chats'. He sent out a message to the team:
Whatever you're going to do, Chernobyl, do it fast. We've got three thrall teams approaching the bait, two led by vampires and all of them armed. Closest one is led by Anna, ETA four minutes. I'm broadcasting you their current coordinates, and I'll update you periodically: They can't communicate between teams anymore (Thanks, Blake), so get in there and start scoring for our side.
Also, the team with Carlo is fast approaching my position, so I'm going to be running away. Help would be appreciated.
With that, Blake took off sprinting into the woods.
... Okay, now I'm starting to get testy with Blackcat.
I wanna possttttt
I wanna possttttt
Now let's just spam the @Mention for BlackCat. XD
Put it in like, every last one of our posts. XD
But...that could be a very rude thing to do...in all seriousness...
Eh, I'll give her until tomorrow until we start thinking about taking some sort of action.
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I am getting a post up right now, or should I wait?
You can totally go ahead, it's just Ark and I are sort of being held hostage by the third member of our little group.
Urge to post... mounting.
Christ, if this goes on much longer, I'll just start preparing a whole bunch of posts for things Blackcat might do.
Christ, if this goes on much longer, I'll just start preparing a whole bunch of posts for things Blackcat might do.
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Next IC post I'll make, I'll probably call out who's closest to the thralls/vampires, but I'd like to let a few other characters establish their locations first.
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