06-24-2017, 10:13 PM
"I'm pretty sure you better do the talking or I'm going to put my heel in his spine."
Ned says it casually while they're still driving. It's the only thing he really says the entire way, face eclipsed by a frown beneath the heavy bags of exhaustion. He's not serial killer blank in his tone(he's puffing his cheeks out and squinting, a level of expressive scrutiny that denotes calculation) but there is an air of the dismissive about the way he steps out of the car upon arrival. He's already scanning the scene, expecting police, expecting fire trucks, expecting the army for all his paranoia demands.What he gets is a distant view because the pair of Initiates had agreed to park some distance away. A block or two, nothing more. ("I'm not as noticeable in most circumstances, but this rust bucket of yours can be ID easily enough").
Margot would lead the way and the pair would be quick enough to track down the prone Doctor and William the Bloodied. A text message or something more arcane would do the trick and soon enough the alley was four mages strong and Ned was near the mouth of it, a small ways from Margot and William and the downed Doc. He is inspecting the outside of the alleyway, fetched up against a wall with his hands in his pockets.
One might think him a touch callous, but the air around the alley, perhaps a little deeper in, has been claustrophobic since they arrived. Ned's been working. He's glancing back toward the trio, that frown on his features exacerbated by the weariness of study. His hands are fists in his pockets and his distance is to keep his resonance at bay. Suffocation and panic were not something to add to a growing health issue. He'd learned that from his time as an orderly (another life).
Ned isn't seeing in the colour spectrum anymore. His eyes are blips of pulse monitoring. Of blood pressure drops and heart rates and the potential for things to go wrong inside the Doc or William. Ned observes. Carefully taut, letting the Young Witch take the lead because like he said in the car: Ned wasn't in the mood to talk.
Ned @ 10:04PM
(Life 1: Heart Monitor. Arete 2. Diff 4 - 1 for Quint))
Roll: 2 d10 TN3 (6, 6) ( success x 2 )
kenna witness @ 10:05PM
[witnessed! gj buddy]
Ned says it casually while they're still driving. It's the only thing he really says the entire way, face eclipsed by a frown beneath the heavy bags of exhaustion. He's not serial killer blank in his tone(he's puffing his cheeks out and squinting, a level of expressive scrutiny that denotes calculation) but there is an air of the dismissive about the way he steps out of the car upon arrival. He's already scanning the scene, expecting police, expecting fire trucks, expecting the army for all his paranoia demands.What he gets is a distant view because the pair of Initiates had agreed to park some distance away. A block or two, nothing more. ("I'm not as noticeable in most circumstances, but this rust bucket of yours can be ID easily enough").
Margot would lead the way and the pair would be quick enough to track down the prone Doctor and William the Bloodied. A text message or something more arcane would do the trick and soon enough the alley was four mages strong and Ned was near the mouth of it, a small ways from Margot and William and the downed Doc. He is inspecting the outside of the alleyway, fetched up against a wall with his hands in his pockets.
One might think him a touch callous, but the air around the alley, perhaps a little deeper in, has been claustrophobic since they arrived. Ned's been working. He's glancing back toward the trio, that frown on his features exacerbated by the weariness of study. His hands are fists in his pockets and his distance is to keep his resonance at bay. Suffocation and panic were not something to add to a growing health issue. He'd learned that from his time as an orderly (another life).
Ned isn't seeing in the colour spectrum anymore. His eyes are blips of pulse monitoring. Of blood pressure drops and heart rates and the potential for things to go wrong inside the Doc or William. Ned observes. Carefully taut, letting the Young Witch take the lead because like he said in the car: Ned wasn't in the mood to talk.
Ned @ 10:04PM
(Life 1: Heart Monitor. Arete 2. Diff 4 - 1 for Quint))
Roll: 2 d10 TN3 (6, 6) ( success x 2 )
kenna witness @ 10:05PM
[witnessed! gj buddy]