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As you enter the cramped room the smell of stale cigars and cheep whiskey strong enough to cover the smell of old sweat on the others in the room. the concrete walls are thick and uniform confirming it is unlikely there are any surveillance devices in the room or broadcasting out. The broken crates against the walls will allow you to rest your feet and sit down, but this is still not a place of comfort.

You need allies and Michael said this is the place, and time to meet them. "There will be people of like motivation there. Others who know, and others who want to see the Ba'al stopped." He said.

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This is an abandoned hidden bunker accessed in the Seattle Underground. Accessed from a forgotten entry off of Denny Way and 6th street, once in the underground it is only a 0.5 miles walk to the hidden location.

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Wed Jun 27, 2018 11:46 am
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Signal enters the room and takes a look around. Not Manny; not right now. Manny would be there for later, but for now he is just Signal, and more than Manny.

Without thinking he reaches out with his senses, probing for any broadcast signals in the room, any hidden electronic devices, and comes up empty. Satisfied that the room isn't under surveillance (or that it is under surveillance, but by someone so good he has no hope of countering them), Signal takes a physical circuit of the room. Hidden doors in these places sometimes, he tells himself. "Careful" doesn't get you killed.

That had been his father's saying. Careful doesn't get you killed. But something had killed Dad, and he had always been careful, hadn’t he?

Signal's form crackles with energy; he feels around for a power outlet and finds one. Good. A way out. A way in, too, if anyone knows how to use it. He goes and leans against the wall near the outlet and gives the other occupants an appraising look, his face quite literally an inscrutable mask.

"I'm Signal," he says. "Michael here has promised to help me settle a sizable score if I join up. What brings the rest of you to the city's armpit?"


Wed Jun 27, 2018 5:23 pm
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Clayton lights a cigarette as he opens the door and walks in, adding to the smoky atmosphere. He takes a puff and considers his suroundings, "Real charmin'. Ah hope these fella's are capable." He watches Signal prowl the room, thinking, "Nightbane that'n, or mah name ain't Clayton Hodge. Maybe these folks'll work out."

When Signal leans against the wall and greets him, Clayton responds, "Howdy, sparky. Ah reckon tha same thing as brought you around these parts."

Clayton takes another drag off his cigarette before continuing, "Ah ain't as young as Ah look, Sparky. Was a time back when Ah was a young'n when strong men took what they wanted from weaker men, an' there were only a few strong men tah put a stop to 'em. Thing of it was, Ah was strong, but not one ah tha few."

A wistful look comes across Claytons face and he says, "Young'n's got a sayin they like tah say now a days, 'Ya either die a heero, or ya live long enough tah see yerself become tha villain.' Heh. Ya see, its tha other way 'round for me. Tha strong are takin' from tha weak again, an' Ah aim to be one ah tha strong few this time 'round, Sparky."

Clayton finishes his cigarette, knocks the remaining bit of tobacco out of it, slides the butt into his pocket and says, "Cain't stand litterin'. Right shameful thing to do."

Then he introduces himself, "Mah name is..." He stops himself before he lets his name slip and then continues, "Heh. Call me Snakebite, Sparky. Ah ain't gone by that name for some time. Not many left that know me by that'n. Old age got 'em. Tha rest...Well, Ah reckon they done lived plenty long enough. It's high time they join tha old'n's.

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Clayton, Old West Snake 'Thrope
Pace: 6; Parry: 8(2) Toughness: 7(2)
    +4 Armor (Total) vs Ballistics / Reduce AP by 4 (Ballistics)
Combat-Relevant Edges & Abilities:
    Champion (S1): +2 damage dealt to and +2 Toughness against damage from supernaturally evil (or good) sources
    First Strike: Free Fighting attack against one adjacent foe each turn.
    OOC Comments
    Once per turn the hero (if not Shaken) gets a free Fighting attack against a single foe who moves adjacent to him. This automatically interrupts the opponent’s action and does not cost the hero his action if he is on Hold or has not yet acted this round.
    Invulnerability: Only shaken by damage. Only silver, rune/artifacts weapons, cursed weapons, and the bite/claws of other 'thropes can wound a 'thrope.
    Thief (I1): +2 to Climbing/Lockpick/Stealth + Notice/Repair vs traps & similar devices; Stealth Bonus urban only.
    Two-Fisted (I2): Ignore MAP to attack with one weapon in each hand.
Wounds: 0/3; Fatigue: 0/2; PPE: 10/10
Bennies: 4/3; Golden Benny: 1/1
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Wed Jun 27, 2018 9:14 pm
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Triessa pushed her glasses up onto her nose for the umpteenth time and took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She always got a little jangly under the Red Pill. The world was big and bright, in bold relief. Etheric flows echoed and molded around physical forms, like looking at a watercolor of reality superimposed over a photograph of it. If there was any funny business going on, she should notice it.

Unless it was just someone with a gun of course. There was pretty much jack shit you could do to see that coming, magicwise.

She pushed into The Place Between. Interesting choice of names, that. Names had power, in mystical circles. Declaring itself to be 'between' meant it wouldn't have much of a threshold. Nothing to keep folks in or out. All were welcome...provided, she was sure, that they played by the rules. A good trait to have in a neutral ground.

Sometimes neutrality smelled a little like complicity though. Didn't seem like the sort of vibe you'd want for 'The Resistance.'

Michael was still a bit of an unknown quantity for Triessa. Not human, that much was clear, but magically gifted. Seemed like an okay fella, but you never knew. So far at least, she'd only seen the Resistance trying to help people though...and that counted for something.

What she saw inside the Place brought Triessa to an abrupt halt. Not because of eldritch horror or anything, just...confusion.

It was like a fucking cosplay convention in here. A Clint Eastwood style guy, and some character from one of those Morpeegees the kids were all about these days. Blue glow leaking out around an angry looking mask. She didn't need the etheric tangle around him to know he wasn't human.

Her eyes flicked from Clint to Glowmask, and she said, "You guys sure you have the right room? I think the time traveler convention is around the corner."


Wed Jul 04, 2018 9:51 am
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Triessa wrote:
She pushed into The Place Between. Interesting choice of names, that. Names had power, in mystical circles. Declaring itself to be 'between' meant it wouldn't have much of a threshold. Nothing to keep folks in or out. All were welcome...provided, she was sure, that they played by the rules. A good trait to have in a neutral ground...

...What she saw inside the Place brought Triessa to an abrupt halt. Not because of eldritch horror or anything, just...confusion.

It was like a fucking cosplay convention in here. A Clint Eastwood style guy, and some character from one of those Morpeegees the kids were all about these days. Blue glow leaking out around an angry looking mask. She didn't need the etheric tangle around him to know he wasn't human.

Her eyes flicked from Clint to Glowmask, and she said, "You guys sure you have the right room? I think the time traveler convention is around the corner."

Seeing the new arrival - a lady - come in, Clayton grabs his hat by the crown and tips it to the lady. He chuckles at her comment and says, "Ah'm afraid so, li'l lady," he puts his hat back on his head and continues, "Ah'm tha genyooine article."

Notice 7, Common Knowledge 7
Notice: 1d6+2 = 7 (5) (+2 Acute Senses)
Wild: 1d6+2 = 4 (2)

Smarts: 1d6 (6)
Wild: 1d6 (4)
Ace: 1d6+6 = 7 (1)
Clayton calls upon his snake nature to shift to his snake tongue and sensory organs. He flicks his tongue out to taste the air and pull airborne particles into his sensory organs. Satisfied with the results, he lets the vestiges of 'thrope magic fade and asks Triessa, "So li'l lady, what're you? Ah would know if ya had some 'thrope in ya. Ah reckon your features are a mite dark for them Guardian types ya hear talk of, an' yer bearin' ain't that of ah fighter. Vamps 'n wamps got tha smell ah blood 'n fear 'round 'em, or no smell at all for them hygeenic types, no matter what they might try to tell ya. Ah reckon your smell is nice 'n human. Could be yer one ah tha nightbane, but Ah'm sure Sparky can figger that'n out for us. Were Ah tha bettin' type, and Ah reckon Ah am, Ah'd bet mah horse that ya dabble in sorcereh. If ah hadn't lost 'eem in another bet years back that is."

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Clayton, Old West Snake 'Thrope
Pace: 6; Parry: 8(2) Toughness: 7(2)
    +4 Armor (Total) vs Ballistics / Reduce AP by 4 (Ballistics)
Combat-Relevant Edges & Abilities:
    Champion (S1): +2 damage dealt to and +2 Toughness against damage from supernaturally evil (or good) sources
    First Strike: Free Fighting attack against one adjacent foe each turn.
    OOC Comments
    Once per turn the hero (if not Shaken) gets a free Fighting attack against a single foe who moves adjacent to him. This automatically interrupts the opponent’s action and does not cost the hero his action if he is on Hold or has not yet acted this round.
    Invulnerability: Only shaken by damage. Only silver, rune/artifacts weapons, cursed weapons, and the bite/claws of other 'thropes can wound a 'thrope.
    Thief (I1): +2 to Climbing/Lockpick/Stealth + Notice/Repair vs traps & similar devices; Stealth Bonus urban only.
    Two-Fisted (I2): Ignore MAP to attack with one weapon in each hand.
Wounds: 0/3; Fatigue: 0/2; PPE: 10/10
Bennies: 4/3; Golden Benny: 1/1
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Thu Jul 05, 2018 10:16 pm
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Raphael walks in. He stands about five feet two inches tall. He has light blonde hair, icy blue eyes and a perfect face, so perfect that you mistake it for a mask at first. He is wearing a spotless white trench coat, charcoal gray slacks and a pair of black new balance shoes. "Hello, he says in a clear accentless voice, I'm Raphael.

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Triessa had her mouth open to respond to Clint Woodeast, when the guy who was Clearly Not An Alien strolled in and announced himself. Which, admittedly, put his manners about 200% higher than literally every other person in the room, herself included.

"Of course you are," she replied. "Well, Raphael, this is The Genuine Article here in the hat, that's The Quiet One, and I'm Triessa."

Her eyes cut to Clayton as she added, "I'm a private investigator. Welcome aboard."

Introductions made, she went on in and found a nice...uh...broken crate to take a precarious perch upon.


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Raphael wrote:
Raphael walks in. He stands about five feet two inches tall. He has light blonde hair, icy blue eyes and a perfect face, so perfect that you mistake it for a mask at first. He is wearing a spotless white trench coat, charcoal gray slacks and a pair of black new balance shoes. "Hello, he says in a clear accentless voice, I'm Raphael.
Notice 7, Common Knowledge 16
Notice: 1d6+2 = 7 (5) (Acute Senses)
Wild: 1d6+2 = 3 (1)

Smarts: 1d6 (6)
Ace: 1d6+6 = 12 (6)
Ace: 1d6+12 = 16 (4)
Wild: 1d6 (5)
When Raphael enters the room and introduces himself Clayton does his 'thrope snake-tongue flicking trick again. Then he laughs and says, "Well, speak ah the Devil! Ah reckon yer one ah them guardian types, huh?"

Clayton smirks and looks Triessa up and down one more time. Then he shrugs and says, "Most certainly not a guardian then, are ya, ma'am?"

Then he takes off his hat again and bows to Triessa, officially introducing himself to the newcomers, "It was remiss of me not to introduce myself to tha li'l lady. As Ah've told Sparky, call me Snakebite fer now. Seein' as how Ah don't know you fellas, and the lady, too good yet 'n all."
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Her eyes cut to Clayton as she added, "I'm a private investigator. Welcome aboard."

Introductions made, she went on in and found a nice...uh...broken crate to take a precarious perch upon.
Clayton smirks as he places his hat back on his head and asks Triessa, "An' how well does investigatin' privates pay? Back in mah day we had us another word for it, but the young'n's today are a mite bit more sensitive than we used tah grow 'em. Y'all tend to use pretty words for ugly things nowadays."

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Clayton, Old West Snake 'Thrope
Pace: 6; Parry: 8(2) Toughness: 7(2)
    +4 Armor (Total) vs Ballistics / Reduce AP by 4 (Ballistics)
Combat-Relevant Edges & Abilities:
    Champion (S1): +2 damage dealt to and +2 Toughness against damage from supernaturally evil (or good) sources
    First Strike: Free Fighting attack against one adjacent foe each turn.
    OOC Comments
    Once per turn the hero (if not Shaken) gets a free Fighting attack against a single foe who moves adjacent to him. This automatically interrupts the opponent’s action and does not cost the hero his action if he is on Hold or has not yet acted this round.
    Invulnerability: Only shaken by damage. Only silver, rune/artifacts weapons, cursed weapons, and the bite/claws of other 'thropes can wound a 'thrope.
    Thief (I1): +2 to Climbing/Lockpick/Stealth + Notice/Repair vs traps & similar devices; Stealth Bonus urban only.
    Two-Fisted (I2): Ignore MAP to attack with one weapon in each hand.
Wounds: 0/3; Fatigue: 0/2; PPE: 10/10
Bennies: 4/3; Golden Benny: 1/1
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Fri Jul 06, 2018 11:17 am
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"I guess I'll have to think of a pretty word for you then," Triessa replies with a faux smile.


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Raphael smiles politely at Clayton's words and nods. "Yes, I am what they call a Guardian." He nods politely to Teissa. "Thank you for your warm greeting." He looks about for a moment and finds a relatively clean chair to sit on. You aren't quite sure, but it almost looks as if he floats down onto it.

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Jack finally hunts down the correct address, after several hours of walking through the cold night air. Unsure of who or what could greet him at his destination, he took a shortcut through an alley as his skin started to dissolve. About half way to the other side his matter had finished diverting to create his exoskeletal armor. Turning the corner into the new street he saw his target just a block away. "For a secret organization's meeting hub, naming it something that suspicious isn't too smart." Jack remarks just as he approaches The Place Between. Forgetting his current appearance, including his very sharp and long knife claws, at just about the worst time possible, he reaches for the door handle.

From within the building you see giant serrated knives pierce the door all around the handle, followed by curses, and when they recede the handle goes with them. Just like that the door swings ajar and a figure covered in jagged armor holding the crushed handle is standing on the other side.

"I meant to do that." Quickly ejects from the stranger, before anyone else has the chance to respond.

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Not sure if Clayton can smell biomatter, but the arm clutching the door handle isn't from the same source as the rest of me. Also I am Monstrous so you might have to make fear checks, but my humorous entrance was supposed to try and counteract that necessity.


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When the claws plunged through the door and started sawing through the wood around the knob, Triessa jumped off her claimed box and onto her feet. She barely had time to start her first spell before the door burst inward, admitting a monster from anyone's worst nightmares into the room. It smugly declared its intention to break in...

...and then Triessa finished speaking a few words under her breath. Shadows around her lengthened, stretched, snapped off and surrounded her...blurring her outline; making it hard to tell where she really was within that murky soup.

"I thought this place was supposed to be safe!" she snapped to the others.

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Staring at the wrecked door handle still held within his hand for a second, before chucking it behind him with a casual air, Jack turns to the sole female occupant. "Calm down lady, it's not like some kind of monster just barged through your door... oh." Quickly his razor sharp foot long claws shrink away and disappear into his armored skin, and you notice the spikes on his shoulders seem to be slightly longer now.


"I assume you all are here for the same reason I am? Some guy named Michael gave me the address. Hope I don't have to pay the repair bill, as I am unusually tight on cash right now." No matter what you could have been expecting from the sinister looking figure, his 'chatting around the water cooler' nonchalance just doesn't seem to fit.

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For the reference of Signal, I am thinking we could have made an anonymous trade at some point a couple weeks ago. I get you some information about a person you were looking for in exchange for a supped up phone. If I ever use my phone nearby you should be able to tell it was your work.


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Catie passes a random door handle on her way to the meeting. Is this related to where I’m headed or just more of this part of the city being only half a step above being an actual dumpster? She has to laugh when she arrives and sees a door with jagged holes and a missing handle. Well that answered that. What looked to be a stand-off was also happening right in front of it.
”Looks like the fun’s started already! Dare I ask how and why that happened to the door? I’m Catie. I assume you guys are also here thanks to Michael?”


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"I know I am, but not sure about the rest of these..." Jack starts to say in response to the new arrival while surveying the current occupants, before trailing off when his eyes land on one Clayton Hodge. Suddenly the armor just crumbles and falls away to the floor, before re-molding together layer by layer into a normal human body. First the skeleton, then the muscle, then the skin, and finally a layer of what seems to be clothes. "Well, well, well. Didn't expect to see you around anytime soon, old timer. What have you been doing since we parted ways a couple months ago?" The young adult standing before you now seems to have almost no guard up anymore, as if the thought of the people in the room attacking him didn't even cross his mind.


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Clayton just watches amusedly from his corner as Jack makes short work of the door and scares Triessa, thinking, "Ah didn't expect the kid to show up. Ah reckon it's nice tah see a familiar face, though. Jack's more trouble'n a cat wrapped up in ah wet paper bag."

When Catie shows up right behind Jack, Clayton tips his hat to her as well. He takes a moment to let his snake tongue flick out once more before asking her, "An' what are you li'l lady? Ah smell feline purdy strong. We got ourselves another genyooine 'thrope? Anyhow, Ah reckon Sparky here for nigtbane, obviously. The lady is human, but she won't talk. She mentioned something about investigatin' privates before picking a fight with my good friend Jack there. Nightbane, and a good kid. Angel here is a Guardian."

When Jack finally recognizes him, Clayton laughs good naturedly and responds, "Took ya long 'nough, Jack! Ah thought I taught yah to always check ah room and its corners before anything else? Ah'm glad to see yah though, kid. It really is. Ah been doing the usual - takin' what Ah want and helpin' kids like you. It led me here after a fashion."

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Clayton "Snakebite" Hodge, (Venemous) Snake Lycanthrope
Clayton, Old West Snake 'Thrope
Pace: 6; Parry: 8(2) Toughness: 7(2)
    +4 Armor (Total) vs Ballistics / Reduce AP by 4 (Ballistics)
Combat-Relevant Edges & Abilities:
    Champion (S1): +2 damage dealt to and +2 Toughness against damage from supernaturally evil (or good) sources
    First Strike: Free Fighting attack against one adjacent foe each turn.
    OOC Comments
    Once per turn the hero (if not Shaken) gets a free Fighting attack against a single foe who moves adjacent to him. This automatically interrupts the opponent’s action and does not cost the hero his action if he is on Hold or has not yet acted this round.
    Invulnerability: Only shaken by damage. Only silver, rune/artifacts weapons, cursed weapons, and the bite/claws of other 'thropes can wound a 'thrope.
    Thief (I1): +2 to Climbing/Lockpick/Stealth + Notice/Repair vs traps & similar devices; Stealth Bonus urban only.
    Two-Fisted (I2): Ignore MAP to attack with one weapon in each hand.
Wounds: 0/3; Fatigue: 0/2; PPE: 10/10
Bennies: 4/3; Golden Benny: 1/1
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Triessa released the protection spell with an angry flourish of her hand, and the shadowy distortion surrounding her dissipated.

"Jesus CHRIST," she snapped at Jack. "Can you not just OPEN the DOOR? I could just as easily have..."

With visible effort she forced herself to cut the sentence off, and took off her glasses to wipe them on her sleeve before putting them back on.

"Okay," said Triessa, "Okay. Lets...try that again. Hi Jack, I'm Triessa. Sorry I nearly took your head off just now, I thought you were breaking into the room to kill us all."

She gave Catie a curt nod as well.

Am I seriously the only human being in this room?


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”Your sense of smell serves you well,” Catie answers Clayton. ”I am indeed a lycanthrope. Cougar. And you seem to be some kind of snake. If it’s not too prying to ask, are you venomous? I appreciate the run down of who’s who. Seems like I showed up a little later than everyone else.”

She returns the nod from Triessa with a smile. ”Handy spellwork. You’ve got great reflexes; are you really human?”


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