Survival 101 - The Newspaper
March 4th 2006
Blog Entry 3
Damien was back in Denver by one o'clock at night. The drive back had been horrible: the weather had been awful, with heavy rain and thunder, which was not the first and only thing irritating Damien. Mike's disappearance was on his mind, especially after Mike had let him and the pack know about the trouble he had put himself into during the three weeks separation. And during the ride back, he nearly had an accident, being cut rudely by another driver; he attempted to memorized the licence plate, swearing he would take care of that imbecile once the ordeal with Mike was settled, but the weather was too bad, and thus the driver set off in the night.
Either his packmates were worried and were eagerly awaiting news about Mike, or they were simply not tired: everyone was quite awake when the Rahu came home. He explained what he had found, how he had found the house, and let them browse through the items: the coat and the newspaper. Nothing interesting was found about Mike's coat. It was charged with electricity, but otherwise, there was nothing out of the ordinary about it.
Miguel took a look at the newspaper in hopes to find the daily cartoons, but was soon frustrated to find there was none. He flipped through the page a moment, finding the Obituary section. Though it may have been meant as a quick joke to read them instead of cartoons, Miguel's gaze seemed to darken as he read. As if in a blank state, he closed the newspaper and handed it back to Damien. Damien's brows turned into a frown, asking Miguel if he was alright, but Miguel simply shrugged and let them know there were no cartoons for him to read. Alice shrugged off the comment, not paying attention to Miguel's reaction, and asked to take a look at the paper in case she may find something that could have been missed.
Like Miguel, she browsed through the paper, finding the obituary just as Miguel had. Maybe there could have been some clues, considering how morbid that section was: everything came back to death, once someone thought about it for a while. As she read it however, like Miguel, her gaze turned into a blank, and as if hypnotized by an unknown force, closed the newspaper to give it back to Ryan or Damien, inquiring there was nothing for her to read. Obviously, it got Ryan and Damien's attention, alerting them something was out of place. As much as they tried to tell Miguel and Alice that they had read through the Obituaries Section, none of them could recall it. Damien had the idea to film one of them while reading to at least give them a proof that they had dozed off on them, pointing at Miguel whom he knew had a cell phone capable of doing the task... which was when Miguel became rather nervous.
He did take out his cell phone, but seemed determined to rid it of something before Damien could get his hands on it. Spotting the lies, Damien wasted no time to chase Miguel across the house to see whatever the Irraka was hiding from him. It was pure luck that made it so Damien reached Miguel just after he was able to either delete or send whatever he was hiding. He gladly offered the phone to Damien with a victory grin after. Damien stared down at the object, looking quickly for whatever Miguel could have been hiding, but he shrugged it right off when he found nothing of interest.
At the other end of the house, Ryan found a message on his own cell phone, finding a picture of Alice giving Damien a kiss on the cheek, which Miguel had just managed to send to him, signed "Send to Amy". Ryan made an amused smile, shook his head, and closed the phone, though he never deleted it. The woman did not seem to care much for what it was, not even looking over at the picture. In the end, she did not really believe it concerned her at all anyway.
When the commotion died down - it had made the tension drop momentarily, at the very least - the subject went back to the oddities of the newspaper. Miguel and Alice would not change their version: they had not read the newspaper. Shaking his head, he opened the paper again, reading aloud the section on which he and the woman had froze earlier -- and it happened once more: Miguel's gaze turned blank, folding the paper back and handing it over to whoever wanted to give it a look. By then, Alice was starting to believe something was definitely wrong and both Ryan and Damien may have been right all along. Damien seemed to find it rather funny, saying he could pay to do see Miguel do that over and over, even offering Alice to give it another go at it. But Alice refused, asking Miguel to give it one more shot to see where he stalled. Miguel rolled his eyes, having yet again no memory of having read anything at all.
But this time, Miguel never handed over the paper to either Ryan or Damien. He did not let them know there were no cartoons, nor did he stare blankly. His eyes rolled back in his head, leaving nothing but white...
... and he collapsed.
To be continued...
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Survival 101 - (The Search for Mike)
| Survival 101 – The Search for Mike | ||
Once Alice and Nick left the house, Damien looked over at his packmates with a worried expression. Mike may have had a tendency to leave without much of a word, but it had been a few days now. Something just did not feel right about the situation. Something was obviously amiss. The large man was not about to go into the woods and leave his packmate behind, as much as he could not stand the old man. So Damien set off to Bolder, where Mike had resided before coming to Denver and forming the pack.
It was a good, long drive, but one that would turn out to be much worth it in the end. Mike's home was still surrounded by the police's yellow tape as if it was a danger zone, but no one was around to guard the small residence. It was all the better for Damien, and easier for him to access the house. Like a respectable man, he went to the front door and knocked his large fist on it. As expected, there was no response. He looked around quickly to find any sign of a spare key, and as predictable as Mike could be, the key was right under the welcome mat. Damien attempted to use it on the door, but it would no go into its rightful hole. Looking through the lock, he found something seemed to be stuck inside of it, or perhaps something had been melted inside. He slammed his shoulder into the door, but it never moved, as if the door itself - it was an old door and should have shattered easily with Damien's weight and brute force - was made of metal or had turned into a wall on its own. He even looked inside the house from the front window, but found nothing suspicious. The inside was rather clean.
After much inspection, Damien wondered if there was not a door in the garage that would lead inside the house itself. Of course, the garage door was locked, but it only made Damien smile as he was about to prove how strong he could be. He settled his large fingers between the concrete and the garage door, braced himself, and the door was easily forced up and opened. Smirking, he stepped into the garage, finding, as expected, a door leading into Mike's kitchen. He tried the key on that door, and luckily, it not only fit in the hole, it turned and unlocked the door.
What he found when he opened the door was completely shocking. Whatever he had seen through the windows from the outside had been an utter lie: The inside of the house was a complete wreck. The broken and upside down furniture, and the patches of blood clearly indicated a fight had taken place. He moved his fingers in the still damp blood, tasting it momentarily. It belonged to Mike. Mike and two others he did not know about. He went about his search, finding little to nothing more to reconstruct what had happened. It seemed as if a wall had been created to block the front door, the one Damien had not been able to bust opened. The lock had been melted down as well, enabling anyone to use a key to enter the residence. By the door, he found an opened newspaper set on that very morning's date, and Mike's coat, which had seemed to be charged with electricity; the fabric inside stuck together in complicated and heavy folds.
Keeping the taste of blood on his tongue, Damien took both items – they had little significance, but somehow, Damien felt the need to take them with him - and throw them into the SUV, before turning into his Urhan form in hopes to trail the scent the blood had given him. Unfortunately, the clues did not go any further then the road itself. From what he could find, however, Mike was gone, but still alive. What he managed to gather from the rest was that one of the two men he had managed to somewhat identify had not survived and had been dragged out.
Damien found it best to return home at that point; return home and let the others know what he had found and maybe get new theories from what could have happened...
One way or another, his search was over, and Mike was still not home.
To be continued...
Survival 101 (The Patient in the Basement)
Survival 101 – The Patient in the Basement
March 4th 2006
Blog Entry 1
The next step in training that Ryan was hoping to accomplish was to head off into the woods for a week in wolf form only. It would be a tribute to Muraco, Luna's Avatars Totem, since many oats were broken with Killy and Mike's departure after the S.W.A.T. team attack, among other things.
Although Mike had disappeared once more while the pack and Alice gathered, there was little worry for that moment. Mike had a tendency to disappear, either to vent off or for his own privacy. That was, if he had not been called by Max once more. Mike was always extremely stubborn, and even if, after his last adventures, he had ended up nearly dead - either by Nathan Wolfe's hand or by a few malicious Pures - he would go off on his own again without listening to the advice of the younger and less experienced pack members.
Another point was then raised by Damien: he still had a patient to take care of: Nick. Nick was still in a heavy coma, recovering from an unknown but nearly deadly attack. Ryan remained determined to go into the woods, thus many solutions were given. Alice and Damien believed it would be easier to take Nick along, carrying him and looking over him during the trip, but it also proved to be tricky and dangerous for the pack, and Nick himself. Miguel, on the other hand, seemed to believe that putting Nick out of his misery right now was the best way to go. Leaving Nick to their neighbour pack, New Hope, was also another solution. Leaving him alone was out of the question. Unless he woke up, there seemed to be no satisfying solution to this... And it clicked; waking him up. They had to find a way to wake Nick up. Damien inquired that an adrenaline shot to the heart might have his nerves pump up enough to force him awake. He could very well end up a vegetable, but then again, waking up from a long coma could have the same effects. Ryan agreed for this to be the best solution, and sent Miguel and Alice, the two Irrakas, on the run to get the needed shots.
In the middle of the night, it was not very hard to find an ambulance parked near a 24 hours convenience store or donut shop. Though there was little communication between Alice and Miguel, it seemed they knew their roles already. Alice walked up to the driver's window, knocked, and went about her seduction on both ambulance workers. Though confused by the appearance of a beautiful woman at this time of the night, they welcomed it and let her sit between them while Miguel, in the back, worked around trying to find the adrenaline shot Damien had described him. An incoming call came in, some code Alice knew nothing about, but the agitation from both men told her it was an urgent call. She tried to hold them up a moment longer, but they were determined to go, and even as she asked to come along, they let her know it would not be very professional. Reluctant, she left the ambulance with two phone numbers in her hands. She watched the ambulance depart, leaving Miguel to close his cell phone with an amused grin. Realizing he had been the one to make the call, she couldn't help to return the grin, though admitted being disappointed they had to let those two men go so quickly, to which Miguel replied she had had enough fun for one night. Alice couldn’t help giving him that malicious look and inquiring he was being jealous, which of course, he denied.
Upon returning home, Damien set the necessary accessories ready. There was no guaranty it was going to work at all, but at least there was a glimmer of hope. The large needle was struck into Nick's heart. There was little to no reaction at first, until his nerves and muscles tensed, his eyes even opened, but he dropped back with his nerves twitching. Eventually, his heartbeat gained a more natural pace, but it was obvious that forcing him back to consciousness would accelerate the healing factor.
Alice spent a great deal of time by his side, waiting for him to wake up for real. Though she did her best to hide her relief when he finally opened his eyes, she couldn't help but show compassion and care for him. When Nick finally came back to his senses, he was panicked at first, being in an unknown environment. To him, a few minutes had passed since he had been attacked, unlike the few weeks he had been in a comatose state in the basement of the house. Miguel was also there with a witty comment to make when Nick opened his eyes. Alice ordered him to get Damien when Nick let them know how his body felt on fire, and for once, at the very least, Miguel seemed to take her seriously and spent no time fetching the large man.
Unfortunately for Luna's Avatars, the pack learned little to nothing new about the situation and how Nick had ended up with his arm torn right off. Apparently, one of the street gang members, Jim, had complained earlier about an old lady and how she had scared him. Nick remembered how the men had laughed, but the joke soon died when Jim just never returned. Nick also remembered being followed, and as his senses turned high, he did what he could to escape... something. Something got the attention of whatever had chased him, and he managed to hide in his home, but just barely. Then everything turned to a blur, and a few weeks later, he had woken up to Alice stroking his hair in the basement of Luna's Avatars home.
Nick recovered fast once he was awakened. His arm had yet to grow back fully, and unfortunately for the Cahalith, he was not going to be able to draw much for a while. Nevertheless, he was glad to be alive. After a few days or so of watching over him, Damien found he was good to go and definitely out of danger. Alice took this time, thinking she and Damien were alone - and having forgotten how Miguel had sworn to follow her and keep an eye on her wherever she went - to thank him for what he had done for Nick and in a sense, for her. She gave Damien a quick peck on the cheek, not realising Miguel was having the fun of his life taking a picture of the scene with his cell phone.
In the end, Nick thanked the pack sincerely for helping him and taking care of him, though embarrassed to have been such a burden for so long. Miguel offered him his old trench coat so he could hide his missing arm, while Damien offered him a rabbit, and finally, Alice unhooked the necklace she held dearly onto and clipped it to Nick's good wrist to wish him good luck. He refused to go back to his home, even pondered leaving town, but Alice offered her motel room until he would find a more suitable place.
She stayed with him for a while, letting him know how things were going between her and Luna's Avatars. She never mentioned her ordeals with Miguel or anything too bad. She did not want to worry him, especially since he had been the one to point her in that pack's direction. He smiled and listened, happy to know she had considered the option. Before reaching the motel, Nick looked her in the eyes with that same kind smile, "Look what they did for me and I'm not even part of the pack. Just imagine how they can treat their packmates." Alice lowered her gaze at this comment, but said no more.
Finally, she left him to rest...
To be continued...
March 4th 2006
Blog Entry 1
The next step in training that Ryan was hoping to accomplish was to head off into the woods for a week in wolf form only. It would be a tribute to Muraco, Luna's Avatars Totem, since many oats were broken with Killy and Mike's departure after the S.W.A.T. team attack, among other things.
Although Mike had disappeared once more while the pack and Alice gathered, there was little worry for that moment. Mike had a tendency to disappear, either to vent off or for his own privacy. That was, if he had not been called by Max once more. Mike was always extremely stubborn, and even if, after his last adventures, he had ended up nearly dead - either by Nathan Wolfe's hand or by a few malicious Pures - he would go off on his own again without listening to the advice of the younger and less experienced pack members.
Another point was then raised by Damien: he still had a patient to take care of: Nick. Nick was still in a heavy coma, recovering from an unknown but nearly deadly attack. Ryan remained determined to go into the woods, thus many solutions were given. Alice and Damien believed it would be easier to take Nick along, carrying him and looking over him during the trip, but it also proved to be tricky and dangerous for the pack, and Nick himself. Miguel, on the other hand, seemed to believe that putting Nick out of his misery right now was the best way to go. Leaving Nick to their neighbour pack, New Hope, was also another solution. Leaving him alone was out of the question. Unless he woke up, there seemed to be no satisfying solution to this... And it clicked; waking him up. They had to find a way to wake Nick up. Damien inquired that an adrenaline shot to the heart might have his nerves pump up enough to force him awake. He could very well end up a vegetable, but then again, waking up from a long coma could have the same effects. Ryan agreed for this to be the best solution, and sent Miguel and Alice, the two Irrakas, on the run to get the needed shots.
In the middle of the night, it was not very hard to find an ambulance parked near a 24 hours convenience store or donut shop. Though there was little communication between Alice and Miguel, it seemed they knew their roles already. Alice walked up to the driver's window, knocked, and went about her seduction on both ambulance workers. Though confused by the appearance of a beautiful woman at this time of the night, they welcomed it and let her sit between them while Miguel, in the back, worked around trying to find the adrenaline shot Damien had described him. An incoming call came in, some code Alice knew nothing about, but the agitation from both men told her it was an urgent call. She tried to hold them up a moment longer, but they were determined to go, and even as she asked to come along, they let her know it would not be very professional. Reluctant, she left the ambulance with two phone numbers in her hands. She watched the ambulance depart, leaving Miguel to close his cell phone with an amused grin. Realizing he had been the one to make the call, she couldn't help to return the grin, though admitted being disappointed they had to let those two men go so quickly, to which Miguel replied she had had enough fun for one night. Alice couldn’t help giving him that malicious look and inquiring he was being jealous, which of course, he denied.
Upon returning home, Damien set the necessary accessories ready. There was no guaranty it was going to work at all, but at least there was a glimmer of hope. The large needle was struck into Nick's heart. There was little to no reaction at first, until his nerves and muscles tensed, his eyes even opened, but he dropped back with his nerves twitching. Eventually, his heartbeat gained a more natural pace, but it was obvious that forcing him back to consciousness would accelerate the healing factor.
Alice spent a great deal of time by his side, waiting for him to wake up for real. Though she did her best to hide her relief when he finally opened his eyes, she couldn't help but show compassion and care for him. When Nick finally came back to his senses, he was panicked at first, being in an unknown environment. To him, a few minutes had passed since he had been attacked, unlike the few weeks he had been in a comatose state in the basement of the house. Miguel was also there with a witty comment to make when Nick opened his eyes. Alice ordered him to get Damien when Nick let them know how his body felt on fire, and for once, at the very least, Miguel seemed to take her seriously and spent no time fetching the large man.
Unfortunately for Luna's Avatars, the pack learned little to nothing new about the situation and how Nick had ended up with his arm torn right off. Apparently, one of the street gang members, Jim, had complained earlier about an old lady and how she had scared him. Nick remembered how the men had laughed, but the joke soon died when Jim just never returned. Nick also remembered being followed, and as his senses turned high, he did what he could to escape... something. Something got the attention of whatever had chased him, and he managed to hide in his home, but just barely. Then everything turned to a blur, and a few weeks later, he had woken up to Alice stroking his hair in the basement of Luna's Avatars home.
Nick recovered fast once he was awakened. His arm had yet to grow back fully, and unfortunately for the Cahalith, he was not going to be able to draw much for a while. Nevertheless, he was glad to be alive. After a few days or so of watching over him, Damien found he was good to go and definitely out of danger. Alice took this time, thinking she and Damien were alone - and having forgotten how Miguel had sworn to follow her and keep an eye on her wherever she went - to thank him for what he had done for Nick and in a sense, for her. She gave Damien a quick peck on the cheek, not realising Miguel was having the fun of his life taking a picture of the scene with his cell phone.
In the end, Nick thanked the pack sincerely for helping him and taking care of him, though embarrassed to have been such a burden for so long. Miguel offered him his old trench coat so he could hide his missing arm, while Damien offered him a rabbit, and finally, Alice unhooked the necklace she held dearly onto and clipped it to Nick's good wrist to wish him good luck. He refused to go back to his home, even pondered leaving town, but Alice offered her motel room until he would find a more suitable place.
She stayed with him for a while, letting him know how things were going between her and Luna's Avatars. She never mentioned her ordeals with Miguel or anything too bad. She did not want to worry him, especially since he had been the one to point her in that pack's direction. He smiled and listened, happy to know she had considered the option. Before reaching the motel, Nick looked her in the eyes with that same kind smile, "Look what they did for me and I'm not even part of the pack. Just imagine how they can treat their packmates." Alice lowered her gaze at this comment, but said no more.
Finally, she left him to rest...
To be continued...
Target Practice (Annoyance and Training)
Target Practice – Annoyance and Training
Feb 18th, 2006
Blog Entry 2
The search for the dojo did not last very long. Soon, Ryan and Mike found themselves renting a place for past the evening, once the main courses of karate and jujitsu would be over with. Then and only then would they be allowed in. Or perhaps they simply got lucky the master and owner of the place was a good hearted and trusting guy for leaving unattended strangers in his dojo in the middle of the night.
In the meanwhile, Alice, Damien and Miguel found themselves staying at home and trying to pass the time. Alice’s headache only grew as Miguel walked in more circles… and then found a way to stand in front of the television and play with a small puzzle that was on top of the shelf.
Alice grew annoyed quickly by the way the other Irraka teased her. She was on edge as much as any of them, for her own personal reasons, and he seemed to be asking for a fight she was beginning to be more then willing to give him. Perhaps it was Damien, sitting by her side and watching her – even asking if there was anything he could do for her as he noticed her impatience for Miguel’s actions – that had her think twice about taking her kusarigamas and dropping Miguel’s blood on the very floor. Or perhaps it was the Alpha and the Beta’s return that stopped her altogether.
Ryan spoke to them casually about what had been found, and how they should get prepared. In two days from then, their initial training would begin. The pack and Alice agreed to it, but Alice did not want to stay much longer in this home. At least, for now, not with the likes of Miguel near.
She stretched as she moved from the couch, handing over the remote control to Ryan, before glancing at Damien with an amused grin, “Say, I’m up for some action. You haven’t been to The Arena in a while, haven’t you?” Damien returned an equal grin, agreeing that a good fight and a few bucks would be more then welcomed. As he and the woman left, Ryan sat down and switched the channels in a similar way Alice had. As soon as he found a hockey game, however, his thumb stopped stomping on the channels button and watched with interest… until Miguel resumed playing with the puzzle on the shelf and blocking the television. Ryan tried to move over, but, like Alice, he soon grew annoyed, “You’re not transparent”, he let Miguel know sourly. And perhaps that was what the Irraka had wanted to hear all along, as he simply blended with his environment so Ryan could finally see the game.
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Two days later, as expected, the pack and Alice reunited at the dojo Ryan and Mike had picked up for them to train. The point was for everyone to learn what one another was capable of, and perhaps even learn a few new tricks. Mike showed a few kung fu moves: what he was truly good at. He showed a few random moves, some easier then others, as well as blocking and defence ones, which everyone practiced. Mostly, Ryan and Damien teamed up, leaving Alice and Miguel to team up. Though neither seemed very delighted by this very twist of fate, there was a cruel pleasure in the pairing. Both were looking forward to stomp one another down, and both got a good kick out of it at one point or another in the training.
Later on came Damien’s turn to show some of his boxing moves, which once more, were practiced by the rest of the pack. It almost looked funny, if not stupid, for those who preferred to use weapons rather then brawl.
Miguel showed a few moves with wooden swords next, urging others to try it after him. Once again, the result became more or less similar, where those not used to slashing weapons were taken aback and felt out of place.
Alice showed a few moves herself, though reluctant and somewhat uninterested in showing what she was capable of until she would be part of the pack. She was a Storm Lord after all, and to her, it was like exposing her weaknesses in front of the world. But in the end, she cooperated and showed a few tricks, probably to prove herself once more.
(Note from Maria: For reasons not worth mentioning, the game more or less ended there. Reptle, the storyteller, briefed the rest of the players about the use of guns and firearms at this point. Lots of notes were taken, and a few points were given for the training itself. It was useful considering he had just gotten the Armory book and a lot of things ended up changing in the time.
I decided to keep the training very brief for well, it’s not really relevant to the story. It’s more funny then anything else really. ;) Thanks for reading! Luv, Maria.)
End of Training Practice.
Feb 18th, 2006
Blog Entry 2
The search for the dojo did not last very long. Soon, Ryan and Mike found themselves renting a place for past the evening, once the main courses of karate and jujitsu would be over with. Then and only then would they be allowed in. Or perhaps they simply got lucky the master and owner of the place was a good hearted and trusting guy for leaving unattended strangers in his dojo in the middle of the night.
In the meanwhile, Alice, Damien and Miguel found themselves staying at home and trying to pass the time. Alice’s headache only grew as Miguel walked in more circles… and then found a way to stand in front of the television and play with a small puzzle that was on top of the shelf.
Alice grew annoyed quickly by the way the other Irraka teased her. She was on edge as much as any of them, for her own personal reasons, and he seemed to be asking for a fight she was beginning to be more then willing to give him. Perhaps it was Damien, sitting by her side and watching her – even asking if there was anything he could do for her as he noticed her impatience for Miguel’s actions – that had her think twice about taking her kusarigamas and dropping Miguel’s blood on the very floor. Or perhaps it was the Alpha and the Beta’s return that stopped her altogether.
Ryan spoke to them casually about what had been found, and how they should get prepared. In two days from then, their initial training would begin. The pack and Alice agreed to it, but Alice did not want to stay much longer in this home. At least, for now, not with the likes of Miguel near.
She stretched as she moved from the couch, handing over the remote control to Ryan, before glancing at Damien with an amused grin, “Say, I’m up for some action. You haven’t been to The Arena in a while, haven’t you?” Damien returned an equal grin, agreeing that a good fight and a few bucks would be more then welcomed. As he and the woman left, Ryan sat down and switched the channels in a similar way Alice had. As soon as he found a hockey game, however, his thumb stopped stomping on the channels button and watched with interest… until Miguel resumed playing with the puzzle on the shelf and blocking the television. Ryan tried to move over, but, like Alice, he soon grew annoyed, “You’re not transparent”, he let Miguel know sourly. And perhaps that was what the Irraka had wanted to hear all along, as he simply blended with his environment so Ryan could finally see the game.
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Two days later, as expected, the pack and Alice reunited at the dojo Ryan and Mike had picked up for them to train. The point was for everyone to learn what one another was capable of, and perhaps even learn a few new tricks. Mike showed a few kung fu moves: what he was truly good at. He showed a few random moves, some easier then others, as well as blocking and defence ones, which everyone practiced. Mostly, Ryan and Damien teamed up, leaving Alice and Miguel to team up. Though neither seemed very delighted by this very twist of fate, there was a cruel pleasure in the pairing. Both were looking forward to stomp one another down, and both got a good kick out of it at one point or another in the training.
Later on came Damien’s turn to show some of his boxing moves, which once more, were practiced by the rest of the pack. It almost looked funny, if not stupid, for those who preferred to use weapons rather then brawl.
Miguel showed a few moves with wooden swords next, urging others to try it after him. Once again, the result became more or less similar, where those not used to slashing weapons were taken aback and felt out of place.
Alice showed a few moves herself, though reluctant and somewhat uninterested in showing what she was capable of until she would be part of the pack. She was a Storm Lord after all, and to her, it was like exposing her weaknesses in front of the world. But in the end, she cooperated and showed a few tricks, probably to prove herself once more.
(Note from Maria: For reasons not worth mentioning, the game more or less ended there. Reptle, the storyteller, briefed the rest of the players about the use of guns and firearms at this point. Lots of notes were taken, and a few points were given for the training itself. It was useful considering he had just gotten the Armory book and a lot of things ended up changing in the time.
I decided to keep the training very brief for well, it’s not really relevant to the story. It’s more funny then anything else really. ;) Thanks for reading! Luv, Maria.)
End of Training Practice.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Training Practice (Ryan's Decision)
Target Practice - Ryan's Decision
Feb 18th, 2006
Blog Entry 1
The sirens from the upcoming police alerted Luna's Avatars to take their leave before it was too late. Ryan ordered his packmates and Alice to take as many weapons as they could with them and head back to the SUV. Once back in the vehicule - oddly enough, Dave and his friend had not attempted to escape as they had watched the fight with horror. Worst yet, they had clearly seen those five people getting shot at, nearly falling to their death, yet here they were, looking as if they had been hit by a truck, but very much alive - the SUV departed quickly, leaving the gruesome scene behind them.
On their way home - Ryan had made sure to indicate that their original plan to attack the wound on the island had fallen down the drain for now - Dave and his friend were dropped down unconscious from the SUV in a random area by the river. They were no use to any of them any longer anyway.
Alice was first to voice out her anger toward Mike's action. She made it clear that she was trying her best to prove herself to Luna's Avatars, and considering it was not something she usually did, it was a great effort on her part. However, she was not up for another suicidal fight, and the next time, they would be on their own to fight head firstagainst sub-machine guns and pistols. Miguel found himself agreeing with Alice, and about how the unnecessary bloodshed could have been avoided. Mike argued his way was the only way, but he soon found the pack was not agreeing with his vision of things. His excessive attitude had nearly killed the entire pack, as well as the outsider, and a lot of lives had been taken for nothing.
Once back home, the pack took a few deep breathes to calm down. Mike went to his room to patch the rest of his wounds up. Soon enough, Ryan called both Mike and Damien to his office, leaving both Miguel and Alice downstairs.
Alice kept her hand over the dreamcatcher attached to the collar around her neck, closing her eyes and taking a deep breathe for a silent prayer for luck and presence to her real father, as she did in times of stress. Miguel, pacing back and forth nervously, gazed upon her and asked her what was special about the dreamcatcher. Although she hesitated in giving her answers, she let him know of its origins, how it had been in her family for many generations: it was a good luck charm and a way to remember the good parts of the past. Miguel commented on not living in the past, and resumed his pacing, soon giving Alice a bad headache.
Upstairs, Ryan discussed a very serious issue with Damien and Mike: the lack of team spirit. This pack seemed dismanbled since Killy's departure, even more so after spending three weeks on their own. Luna's Avatars lacked the skills necessary to survive as a pack. They needed to train as a group, needed to learn each others strenghts and weaknesses to work accordingly when the time came. A lot of locations for this were suggested: a dojo, an abandonned warehouse, other random locations. In the end, it was decided a dojo would have been best to practice melee and physical skills.
Downstairs, Alice decided to let into curiousity and let herself ask why Miguel was suddenly so nervous. As she expected, Miguel responded there was no reason for her to know. She could have pushed, used her seductive ways on him, but decided against it for the moment. The time would eventually come for her to get to him, but until then, she would patiently wait. However, her headache from his back and forth motion was getting to her, and so she decided to open the television and see the news. As expected, the news about the warehouse they had just raided was on every channel in Denver. Soon bored from it, she switched the channels quickly without really looking for anything in particular.
Mike passed by and headed downstairs to practice after being dismissed by Ryan. Soon, it was Damien's turn to come downstairs, leaving Ryan to reload his guns. He also shifted momentarilly to urhan form and back to human form to get his shotgun back.
Finally, Ryan and Mike left to find the right Dojo to proceed with the training he hoped to accomplish...
To be Continued....
Feb 18th, 2006
Blog Entry 1
The sirens from the upcoming police alerted Luna's Avatars to take their leave before it was too late. Ryan ordered his packmates and Alice to take as many weapons as they could with them and head back to the SUV. Once back in the vehicule - oddly enough, Dave and his friend had not attempted to escape as they had watched the fight with horror. Worst yet, they had clearly seen those five people getting shot at, nearly falling to their death, yet here they were, looking as if they had been hit by a truck, but very much alive - the SUV departed quickly, leaving the gruesome scene behind them.
On their way home - Ryan had made sure to indicate that their original plan to attack the wound on the island had fallen down the drain for now - Dave and his friend were dropped down unconscious from the SUV in a random area by the river. They were no use to any of them any longer anyway.
Alice was first to voice out her anger toward Mike's action. She made it clear that she was trying her best to prove herself to Luna's Avatars, and considering it was not something she usually did, it was a great effort on her part. However, she was not up for another suicidal fight, and the next time, they would be on their own to fight head firstagainst sub-machine guns and pistols. Miguel found himself agreeing with Alice, and about how the unnecessary bloodshed could have been avoided. Mike argued his way was the only way, but he soon found the pack was not agreeing with his vision of things. His excessive attitude had nearly killed the entire pack, as well as the outsider, and a lot of lives had been taken for nothing.
Once back home, the pack took a few deep breathes to calm down. Mike went to his room to patch the rest of his wounds up. Soon enough, Ryan called both Mike and Damien to his office, leaving both Miguel and Alice downstairs.
Alice kept her hand over the dreamcatcher attached to the collar around her neck, closing her eyes and taking a deep breathe for a silent prayer for luck and presence to her real father, as she did in times of stress. Miguel, pacing back and forth nervously, gazed upon her and asked her what was special about the dreamcatcher. Although she hesitated in giving her answers, she let him know of its origins, how it had been in her family for many generations: it was a good luck charm and a way to remember the good parts of the past. Miguel commented on not living in the past, and resumed his pacing, soon giving Alice a bad headache.
Upstairs, Ryan discussed a very serious issue with Damien and Mike: the lack of team spirit. This pack seemed dismanbled since Killy's departure, even more so after spending three weeks on their own. Luna's Avatars lacked the skills necessary to survive as a pack. They needed to train as a group, needed to learn each others strenghts and weaknesses to work accordingly when the time came. A lot of locations for this were suggested: a dojo, an abandonned warehouse, other random locations. In the end, it was decided a dojo would have been best to practice melee and physical skills.
Downstairs, Alice decided to let into curiousity and let herself ask why Miguel was suddenly so nervous. As she expected, Miguel responded there was no reason for her to know. She could have pushed, used her seductive ways on him, but decided against it for the moment. The time would eventually come for her to get to him, but until then, she would patiently wait. However, her headache from his back and forth motion was getting to her, and so she decided to open the television and see the news. As expected, the news about the warehouse they had just raided was on every channel in Denver. Soon bored from it, she switched the channels quickly without really looking for anything in particular.
Mike passed by and headed downstairs to practice after being dismissed by Ryan. Soon, it was Damien's turn to come downstairs, leaving Ryan to reload his guns. He also shifted momentarilly to urhan form and back to human form to get his shotgun back.
Finally, Ryan and Mike left to find the right Dojo to proceed with the training he hoped to accomplish...
To be Continued....
Fallen Angel (Suicidal Attempt)
Fallen Angel Pt. 7 - Suicidal Attempt
Feb 4, 2006
Blog Entry 7
In the meanwhile, Mike, Miguel and Alice had remained by their position, patiently, or impatiently, waiting for Ryan and Damien to come back. Though Alice somewhat stayed quiet and watched the duo before her argue: Miguel seemed to find a delightful pleasure in teasing Mike about leaving and coming back in a few hours, while Mike only grew more impatient and annoyed at his packmate's attitude. All in all though, things remained quiet and not very threatening. The wait was simply rather long.... Alice even came to believe that Miguel's words about leaving and coming back later were not such a bad idea either...
The walk was not very long for Ryan and Damien. In truth, their stolen car was parked almost under their nose while their ears picked up the techno beats coming from the Blue Ice Club. Though they were glad to have found their stolen goods so quickly, it was little, if not enough for neither of them. Whoever had stolen the car along with Ryan's shotgun would need to learn their lesson about playing dangerously with the Luna's Avatars pack. Damien made up a plan to hide in the back of the car while the guys came back to get it, and when the time would come when they would leave and be on the road, they would have the fright of their lives... And so Damien went about his plan. He hid his large frame in the back and patiently waited. The wait did not last very long, and so two young men came out of the club, heading for the car.
Unsuspecting of what was to come, one of them set himself in the driver's seat, while the other was about to take his place in the passenger's seat, when something, or someone, came crashing into him, sandwiching the man between the door and the car itself. Ryan, having been a hockey player - the London Knights, the team called itself in fact - knew how to knock down an opponent and cause enough damage so it would take a while for them to get back on their feet. And so, again, his abilities came in handy, stunning one of the men into a blood curling scream before being pushed roughly into the car. Damien spent no time in taking a hold on the driver before he could call for help or try to escape. Though they had not been on the road to cause even more damage, the reaction was as good as expected. The two young men were terrified beyond anything. Worst yet, when one of the bouncers from the Blue Ice Club came to investigate, Damien called him by his name and the bouncer just backed off and let him deal with his business. The men knew they were done for at that very moment. After a few more scares and good beatings
Damien and Ryan met back with Mike, Alice and Miguel eventually. Though asking for their names, both young men refused to let them know, fearing dearly for their lives: in truth, they had bought the car off the local little mafia that went about Denver. It had not been the first time Luna's Avatars had had to encounter them. They had promised not to bother the Urathas any longer. It had been a deal, and one that should never have been broken. This time, the pack was going for revenge. Alice recognized one of the men as Dave, a young man who had spent part of a night with her during one of the three weeks she had spent alone in Denver at the beginning. Dave called to her for help, but she only seemed to enjoy seeing his frightened face. Did he not remember their encounter had broken his wallet rather badly? Now he was asking her for help? Ah, how ironic. Still, Dave and his friend showed them the way to the Warehouse where the purchase of the vehicule had happened.
Once there, Alice remained behind with both terrified men. Giggling and mocking them, she still watched carefully the events unfolding at the gates of the werehouse. The four members of Luna's avatars had made their way up to one of the guards at the gate, but things did not go as planned. As much as Dave and his friend had refused to hand over the password, Damien had an idea on how to get inside and pay a visit to the big boss. However, Mike's subtility being at its lowest, the eldest decided he had no more patience for games, and slammed his fist down on the guard, alarming the rest of the guards and general members of the mafia group behind the gates.
Miguel motionned for Alice to get out of the vehicule and help them - for that moment, any resentment and trust issues were put aside - and the young woman jumped in for help. The fight happened quickly and was nearly deadly to the pack and the woman. Damien hid behind a corpse for as much as he could; Miguel opened a hole in the metallic gate with his wakizashi for the rest of the pack to meet the gunners inside; Alice and Miguel went in, soon followed by Mike and Damien; Alice and Ryan were nearly gunned down; the pack and Alice managed to take down enough of the gunners that the rest of the gang hid themselves inside the werehouse. Exhausted, the pack observed the mess that had been caused, and prayed to Mother Luna for having miraculously survived this suicidal attempt...
It was the sound of the sirens from the police that told them they had to escape before getting into further trouble....
End of Fallen Angel
(Note from Maria: The last fight happened extremely fast and a LOT of small things happened. I went quickly over it, considering there would be too much to cover, and it probably was not THAT important. Also, I want to appologize for the lack of updates. This week was very very busy for me, but I'll be resuming without a problem now :) Thanks for your patience! Again, I don't think I forgot anything (considering the game happened a month ago) but if I did, please lemme know so I can correct it! Luv, Maria. )
Feb 4, 2006
Blog Entry 7
In the meanwhile, Mike, Miguel and Alice had remained by their position, patiently, or impatiently, waiting for Ryan and Damien to come back. Though Alice somewhat stayed quiet and watched the duo before her argue: Miguel seemed to find a delightful pleasure in teasing Mike about leaving and coming back in a few hours, while Mike only grew more impatient and annoyed at his packmate's attitude. All in all though, things remained quiet and not very threatening. The wait was simply rather long.... Alice even came to believe that Miguel's words about leaving and coming back later were not such a bad idea either...
The walk was not very long for Ryan and Damien. In truth, their stolen car was parked almost under their nose while their ears picked up the techno beats coming from the Blue Ice Club. Though they were glad to have found their stolen goods so quickly, it was little, if not enough for neither of them. Whoever had stolen the car along with Ryan's shotgun would need to learn their lesson about playing dangerously with the Luna's Avatars pack. Damien made up a plan to hide in the back of the car while the guys came back to get it, and when the time would come when they would leave and be on the road, they would have the fright of their lives... And so Damien went about his plan. He hid his large frame in the back and patiently waited. The wait did not last very long, and so two young men came out of the club, heading for the car.
Unsuspecting of what was to come, one of them set himself in the driver's seat, while the other was about to take his place in the passenger's seat, when something, or someone, came crashing into him, sandwiching the man between the door and the car itself. Ryan, having been a hockey player - the London Knights, the team called itself in fact - knew how to knock down an opponent and cause enough damage so it would take a while for them to get back on their feet. And so, again, his abilities came in handy, stunning one of the men into a blood curling scream before being pushed roughly into the car. Damien spent no time in taking a hold on the driver before he could call for help or try to escape. Though they had not been on the road to cause even more damage, the reaction was as good as expected. The two young men were terrified beyond anything. Worst yet, when one of the bouncers from the Blue Ice Club came to investigate, Damien called him by his name and the bouncer just backed off and let him deal with his business. The men knew they were done for at that very moment. After a few more scares and good beatings
Damien and Ryan met back with Mike, Alice and Miguel eventually. Though asking for their names, both young men refused to let them know, fearing dearly for their lives: in truth, they had bought the car off the local little mafia that went about Denver. It had not been the first time Luna's Avatars had had to encounter them. They had promised not to bother the Urathas any longer. It had been a deal, and one that should never have been broken. This time, the pack was going for revenge. Alice recognized one of the men as Dave, a young man who had spent part of a night with her during one of the three weeks she had spent alone in Denver at the beginning. Dave called to her for help, but she only seemed to enjoy seeing his frightened face. Did he not remember their encounter had broken his wallet rather badly? Now he was asking her for help? Ah, how ironic. Still, Dave and his friend showed them the way to the Warehouse where the purchase of the vehicule had happened.
Once there, Alice remained behind with both terrified men. Giggling and mocking them, she still watched carefully the events unfolding at the gates of the werehouse. The four members of Luna's avatars had made their way up to one of the guards at the gate, but things did not go as planned. As much as Dave and his friend had refused to hand over the password, Damien had an idea on how to get inside and pay a visit to the big boss. However, Mike's subtility being at its lowest, the eldest decided he had no more patience for games, and slammed his fist down on the guard, alarming the rest of the guards and general members of the mafia group behind the gates.
Miguel motionned for Alice to get out of the vehicule and help them - for that moment, any resentment and trust issues were put aside - and the young woman jumped in for help. The fight happened quickly and was nearly deadly to the pack and the woman. Damien hid behind a corpse for as much as he could; Miguel opened a hole in the metallic gate with his wakizashi for the rest of the pack to meet the gunners inside; Alice and Miguel went in, soon followed by Mike and Damien; Alice and Ryan were nearly gunned down; the pack and Alice managed to take down enough of the gunners that the rest of the gang hid themselves inside the werehouse. Exhausted, the pack observed the mess that had been caused, and prayed to Mother Luna for having miraculously survived this suicidal attempt...
It was the sound of the sirens from the police that told them they had to escape before getting into further trouble....
End of Fallen Angel
(Note from Maria: The last fight happened extremely fast and a LOT of small things happened. I went quickly over it, considering there would be too much to cover, and it probably was not THAT important. Also, I want to appologize for the lack of updates. This week was very very busy for me, but I'll be resuming without a problem now :) Thanks for your patience! Again, I don't think I forgot anything (considering the game happened a month ago) but if I did, please lemme know so I can correct it! Luv, Maria. )
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