Smithy: At least Will's name isn't
spelled F-o-d-d-e-r Vattie.. *she smirks maliciously, eyes on Sady as she moves*
He's awake.
Sady: ~She eyes the torch, and leans back
against the door, sneering once more~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He squints at the
woman, mauser still pointed in her direction. "You ain't know shit bout Gunther.
I ain't fodder. My boss cares bout me. I'm useful. Will ain't shit."
Smithy: *that strikes some sort of nerve,
and her gun is rachetted in her off hand, and raised. she winks a circuited
eyelid* So says the Npc.
Sady: ~She growls..... eyes narrowing~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther keeps his hard
gaze locked on smithy. "Ain't pull guns on Gunther in is home. Drop it.. er I'll
drop you, slut. Ain't in tha mood fer yer shit."
Smithy: Put joor bitch away Gunther. Joo
been shoving that fuxxing musket in my face since my ass got here. *White eyes
get a happy sort of glaze over them, mouth twisting into an unpleasant smirk as
she thumbs the nozzle on her blowtorch, making it flare slightly* I r beginning
not to like joo..
Smithy: (damnit.. comp is freezing up..
constantly!)
Sady: ~She sneers at Smithy once more,
twirling the blade through her fingers~ Touch Gunther an see what happens ta yer
fried ass bitch. Put tha fuckin torch down.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther keeps his gun
raised, rotating so that Sady isn't on the other side of the loon. Just in case
he has to use it. The torch seems to make him somewhat more nervous than usual.
His eyes remain locked on Smithy. Ready. "Ain't gotta problem with you, slut.
But yer gonna get someone killt. Someone better an you. Yer fuckin up. I done
toldja that."
Sady: ((~Pets a Chumble~))
Smithy: Storyline. All Storyline. But I
guess thats joor world.. *she shakes her head with a loud stattacco laugh,
cranking her head from side to side with a twang, she's bleeding down her side..
as always. * I care about mods, and levelling biatch.. not some programmed dead
npc's cyber panties getting all inna fuxxing bunch.
Sady: ((Which one is she watching?))
Smithy: (she's watchin sady. more
concerned with the deadite than the nazi)
Sady: ((Gotcha ~G~))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks up to
sady briefly, looking for some sign of what he's supposted to do.
Sady: ~She sneers at Smithy with a toothy
grin~ Ya jus can't be too careful around us corpses, huh crazy bitch? Ya never
know when yer gonna take one in tha back. ~She winks and flips the knife in her
fingers~
Smithy: Gunther.. I'm not going to frag
joo.. but joor bitch.. she's another story.. put a lease on her.
Smithy: *as if to show her sincerity, the
gun is twirled in her hand.. torch still trained as she slooowly moves the gun
to her hip. still cocked, but not pointed*
Smithy: (leash)
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He looks back down to
smithy "I ain't tell er what ta do. This is er home. An ya come stompin through
it like ya own tha place. Fer onea them computer bitches.. ya ain't too smart.
Just put tha fuckin torch down fore I shoot yer ass. For real.."
Sady: ~Her gaze flicks to Gunther, then
back to Smithy with a smirk~ Ya ain't gonna win this fight biatch. Don't give a
flyin fuck who ya are or what storyline yer trapped in with yer fucked up mental
handicap. Next time ya come jus up an bustin in my door I'mma shove a grenade up
yer twat an pull tha pin.
Smithy: *eyebrows wraggle at sady. ahh
npc's.. well she'd enjoyed him while it lasted.. the gun twitches and she fires*
Smithy: (this could only end in pain.
*shakes head and laughs*)
Ravyn: ((You
guys need modding here?))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: (yes.)
Gunther Kasimir Berg -> Ravyn:
(i poked blind for modding, but i think he may have
dozed off on us)
Ravyn:
((Okay. Initative time, guys.))
Smithy: (oh dear lord yes)
Sady: ((~ROLLS laughing~))
Ravyn -> Gunther Kasimir Berg:
((Gotcha.))
Smithy:
d10: init: 2,
Gunther Kasimir Berg:
d10: initiative: 2,
Smithy: (9 total)
Sady:
d10: init: 7,
Sady: ((14))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: (7! woot!)
Sady: ((Blood to celerity))
Ravyn:
((Okay, Streamlined Combat, y'all know the drill. Declare and roll, first to
last. Declare order is Gunther, Smithy, Sadie. Smithy's declared her action,
which is to fire.))
Ravyn:
((last to first, I mean.))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther keeps his eyes
on the loon, mauser pointed ready for anything. (remaining defensive, will dodge
if able.)
Smithy: *smithy makes to shoot gunther*
Smithy:
d10: dex/firearms: 2,5,8,7,2,6,5,
Gunther Kasimir Berg:
d10: dex+dodge: 10,8,9,4,10,
Sady: ~Slam a knife into Smithy to make
the shot go wild instead of hitting Gunther with her right hand, leaving left
hand ready~ (ambidexterous, no off-hand)
Sady:
d10: dex + melee: 3,2,3,10,8,9,
Sady:
d10: reroll: 10,
Sady:
d10: reroll: 5,
Sady:
d10: courage: 5,5,3,6,1,
Smithy: (oh dear)
Sady: ((dammit. ~LOL~ Knew I should
have dumped a WP into that))
Ravyn: ((Yeesh.
Recap coming))
Ravyn: RECAP:
SADY charges at SMITHY to stab her, and that blowtorch in the madwoman's hand
makes her very nervous. Nervous in the sense that the Red Fear rears it's ugly
head, and SADY is now in Rotschreck. SMITHY tries to shoot GUNTHER, but the
skinhead is ready for it, and dodges out of the way.
Ravyn:
((Round Two, same order.))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: (bp to dex) Gunther
glares and pulls the trigger, firing a shot at Smithy.
Gunther Kasimir Berg:
d10: dex+firearms: 7,4,5,7,4,8,
Smithy: *Minigun laughter, pissed off
gunsmith makes to throw herself behind the humungous barrel for cover, gunned
hand scrambling for her lappy* (so.. dex + ath or dex + dodge?..am unsure what
diving for cover is considered)
Sady: ((Mmmm....... willpower........
smell it burning.......))
Ravyn: ((Dex+Dodge))
Sady -> Ravyn:
((Dex + athletics I do believe))
Smithy:
d10: (wp)dex dodge: 9,4,3,1,10,
Sady: ~She goes into a turn to slam the
knife in yet again, steeling herself against that evil minion of a blow torch~
Sady:
d10: dex + melee: 1,4,9,6,4,2,
Sady: ((~Growls at the efil roller~))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: (efil is it?)
Smithy: (the efilest)
Ravyn:
((Str+1 damage Sady, Gun+1 damage Gunther))
Gunther Kasimir Berg:
d10: mauser damage: 8,7,4,5,4,6,1,8,7,
Sady:
d10: damage: 5,10,6,8,
Sady: ((4 total))
Ravyn: RECAP:
Gunther's gunshot and Sady's kinfe stab hit their mark, and you have one dead
gunsmith hitting the floor. ((Conscience rolls))
Gunther Kasimir Berg:
d10: conscience: 3,8,
Sady:
d10: Conscience: 2,5,
Sady: ((eh........ what conscience?))
Ravyn:
Gunther feels bad about killing Smithy off, probably due to their close
association all this time. Sady does not...just another dead bitch, as her
Humanity erodes away.
Smithy: *smithy's body clanks down
behind the cannon barrel with a squelch. thats likely her intestines*
Sady: ((Oh dear.... she's getting down
there already. 4 doesn't leave a whole lot she won't do......))
Sady: ((Oh dear.... she's getting down
there already. 4 doesn't leave a whole lot she won't do......))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: (But.. umm.. she
wouldn't kill her own ghoul, right? *hopeful look* by the way are we still in
combat since she's all frenzy like?)
Sady: ~She blinks a few times, then tromps
on through flicking the gore off her fingers with a wrinkling of the nose~ Ew.
Crazy bitch goo.
Smithy: *the blow torch is now lying on
the carpet. still going*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther scoops up the
torch and turns it off. Stomping whatever portion of carpet is now aflame.
Ravyn:
((She's still in Rotschreck, not frenzy. She gets another Courage roll
now...diff 5, since it's not pointed right at her and she's not charging it. 5
successes total needed to completely stave it off, but any successes leaves her
in control.))
Sady: ((AFK for a minute))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: (assuming that there
isn't a crazy brujah still frenzying.. that could be a deal breaker..)
Sady:
d10: courage: 9,2,7,6,4,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: (that's what i
meant. just can't spell the right word. *blushes*)
Smithy: *there's a good deal of the carpet
on fire..it was a blowtorch afterall.. flames licking at smithy's coat. looks
like she'll clean up her own mess. like an oven*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: (is there a roll for
stomping a fire?)
Ravyn: ((Naah,
I can't think of an appropriate one...just stomp at it. Shouldn't be too much to
put out.))
Smithy: *the color's fading from the
gunsmith as she bleeds out, staining the carpet a deep crimson*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: After stomping the
flames, he gives a deep sigh and looks down at Smithy's lifeless body. "Damnit,
smithy. Ya crazy bitch.."
Smithy: *she doesn't say anything. she's
quite deceased. Or maybe she's just gone to the next level. She'd like that.
Hopefully it doesn't require intestines*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks at the
dead loon for a bit longer before peering over to Sady "Uhh.. we should call
Marcel. Er like.. Jody er somebody."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives another deep
sigh and plops down on his spot on the couch. He reaches under the monstrocity
to pull out his tray. He digs around for a blunt.
Smithy: *smithy makes a vague electrical
noise somehow as her lappy finishes powering up under her, despite the massive
damage to its keyboard*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: As gunther waits for
Sady to calm down, he lights up the blunt and takes a much needed puff. Leans
back in the couch and reflects with a pained squint. Damnit.. she was crazy..
but this didn't have to happen. If she would have just put the damn torch down..
Sady:
d10: courage: 6,8,8,1,3,
Sady: ~And...... She finds her brujah zen
once more. One last shutter, a sneer at the burned carpet, and a look over to
Gunther with a nod~ Yeah..... ~She frowns and drops the other knife on the floor
and heads for her jacket~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther just sits
there in a lazy slouch with hard eyes locked on the body. He continues to puff
on his blunt, thinking.. if you can imagine.
Sady: ~She pulls out her phone and flops
on the couch next to him, dialing Marcel's number~
Smithy: (okies.. loggin out. have
phonecall!)
Sady: ((~LIX a Chumble all over~))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther seems fairly
non responsive to the flop. Squintint at the body. Damnit.. Not like he was
going to get the deposit back on the place anyway, but what the hell was he
supposed to do with a REALLY dead mage.. She's fairly conspicuous.
Sady: ~She grunts as it kicks into
voicemail~ Hey. It's Sady. Done deal on Smithy. Call me if ya got any questions.
~She hangs up and looks over at him~ Ya ok big guy?
Gunther Kasimir Berg: It takes him a
second, but he blinks her way. He exhales a gruff bit of smoke from his nostrils
"Ja. I'm straight." He leans back. "What're we gonna do with tha body?"
Sady: ~She wrinkles her nose and looks
down at the body, scowling and scratching the back of her head~ Gotta do
somethin with it. Ain't a good idea ta leave it here. Maybe we can feed it to
tha alligators in tha sewers or somethin.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He thinks about the
walk there, hauling smithy over his shoulder.. even in garbage bags they'd have
to draw attention to themselved. He frowns, thinking. After a minute he chimes
up. "Spit's got a van. Maybe he'll help us move er."
Sady: ~She nods, frowning a bit~ Yeah, I
don't want her shit all over my car. I just cleaned it out. Give 'im a call? I
ain't got his number.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods and pulls
out his cell, making the call.
Sady: ~She flops across is lap and
stretches~ Dammit. Now tha carpets stained. ~Wrinkles her nose~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs and
points to the other varios spots where the carpet's stained.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: *to be continued*
Sady: ((~Pauses~))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: In mid dial, Gunther looks
over to Sady "You want I should call Jody? I mean.. Smithy ain't a parta tha
treaty.. but I ain't wanna get in no trouble fer this."
Sady: ~She nods, rolling onto her side~
Yeah, can't hurt nuthin ta cover our asses, ya know?
Sady: ~She wrinkles her nose at the
stains~ Maybe we oughtta pick up onea them cleaner things ta see if we can't get
ridda that.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods and dials
Jody instead. Waiting for a response with another blank glare to the body.
Spitfire: ((I'll just linger till needed
*s*))
Sady: ~She frowns a bit, eyes turning to
the body, then to Gunther~ Why was she actin weird round ya lately?
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs,
looking away "Dunno what yer talkin bout. She always acts fuckin weird. Yer just
paranoid."
Jody Yu -> Gunther Kasimir Berg: "Concerto
Club. This is Jody Yu. How may I help you?" Good old Jody...ever calm and
polite.
Sady: Nah, she was bein really weird. Like
weirder than normal. Like she really wanted ta hurt ya an shit.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther takes a puff
from his blunt, leaning back in the dingy couch. Damnit.. Maybe another move? He
sits up "Oh, Jody. It's Gunther. I uhhh.. Well.. You remember Smithy? At crazy
bitch I drug in there a while back?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives an odd
look to Sady but doesn't respond. He looks toward the door with another puff
from the blunt.
Sady: ~She shrugs and nestles her head
into Gunther's lap, eyes turning to the ceiling~
Jody Yu -> Gunther Kasimir Berg: "Mr. Berg,
good evening. I remember her, yes."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: "She busted up in my
place tonight. Tried ta shoot me an my bitch. I only shot er once.. but I ain't
think she's gettin up. I just wanted ta let someone know so I ain't gonna get in
no trouble er nothin."
Sady: ~She pokes his side and snorts~ Ya
ain't tha only one at fucked 'er ass up. Let 'em know I was in on it.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He tosses sady a glare
that clearly says - shut the fuck up.
Jody Yu -> Gunther Kasimir Berg: A momentary
pause. "I see. Miss Smithy was not a member of the Treaty; thus, the Treaty is
not involved in this situation that's occurred. Are you all right?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods. "Ja.
We're cool. Just gotta figure out what ta do with tha bloody loon. I'ma call
onea my homeboys. Take er.. someplace. I guess."
Sady: ~She smirks and flips him off,
rolling over to her other side to face the door. And the lump on the floor
making the stains bigger~
Jody Yu -> Gunther Kasimir Berg: "I see.
Well, best of luck to you with that...as I said, it is not a treaty matter, and
I am afraid we cannot become involved."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther plants a gruff
hand on the tiny woman's shoulder. "Ain't want ya to. Just checkin in. Last time
I fuckt someone up at I ain't know too good, you guys had a faggot kick my ass
fer it. Just checkin. See ya Jody." Gunther ends the call and stuffs the phone
back in a deep pant pocket.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: "We're straight.
They ain't gonna fuck with us over it." Remembering that he still has another
call to make, he digs his phone back out and dials up 'knockout'.
Sady: ~She nods, then turns her eyes and
glances at him over her shoulder~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Waiting for spitfire to
answer, he casts a confused look to Sady "What? I'm cleanin it up. I'm bein all
good."
Sady: ~She smiles~ I know. Sorry tha night
turned ta shit.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He sits up, trying to
think of something appropriate to say. Something subtle. "Hey spitfire.. you any
good at stashin bodies?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He sits up, trying
to think of something appropriate to say. Something subtle. "Hey spitfire.. you
any good at stashin bodies?"
Sady: ~She blinks a few times and purses
her lips, trying not to laugh. She loves how tactful he can be~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs and
scratches the back of his head. What else was he supposted to say?
Spitfire: Not what he was expecting "I
have some experience Gun!"
Spitfire: ((Places that into PM land!
*nods*))
Sady: ~She chuckles up at him and shrugs~
See if he's got onea them carpet cleaner things too.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther grins. Success.
"Killer. Bring yer van. We'll bundle er up while yer gettin over here. We're
at.." He rattles off the way to his slummy residence.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: "Oh.. Sady wants ta
know somethin bout cleanin carpets?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods "Will do.
I'm sure sady'll get a kick out of it." He grins to his woman "Aus." He hangs up
and stuffs the phone back in his pocket.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He stands, with no
regard for the lady in his lap. "I think he was in tha car. We can always rip up
tha carpet if we gotta. Ain't no big deal. He said ta cut off er limbs an shit.
Make it easier to move. You do that. I'ma dig fer some trashbags."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He blinks, remembering
that she's the boss now. He gets a sheepish look about him and looks down to the
carpet "I mean.. uhh.. if that's alright with you an shit."
Sady: ~She falls unceremoniously onto the
floor with a thump and starts to glare at him, then blinks a few times and
cracks up laughing~ He wants me ta do what? ~Makes a face as she gets up and
wrinkles her nose over at the corpse~ Look, I jus make 'em dead, I ain't inta no
freaky shit.
Sady: ~She quirks an eyebrow at his sudden
change in attitude and chuckles, then shrugs~ Go get the bags.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs, looking
down to the body "I'll do it. Ain't nothin. Just a body."
Sady: Nah, I'm already a mess. Jus get
the bags an I'll get this, then I gotta jump in tha shower to get tha blood off
an get dressed. We gotta move quick though if he's on his way. ~She scoops up
the knife she dropped on the floor and wrinkles up her nose, lifting a dead arm~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He lowers his head and
moves to the kitchen to dig for trashbags.
Sady: ~She glances over at him and smirks~
Ya ain't in trouble, so don't act like I'mma bite yer head off. ~Jabs the dagger
in and starts twisting, making the hole bigger as she gives the arm a good yank~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther doesn't say
anything. He seems caught up in finding bags. Making himself useful. He digs a
few out of one of the lower cabinets under the sink.
Sady: ~Makes a face and goes to work on
the next arm~ Man...... this is some nasty shit.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods and moves
over. He'll pick up whatever loose limbs are about, stuffing them in a bag "She
was a nasty cunt."
Sady: ~Nods and snorts~ Yeah she was.
Least it's one less thing ta worry bout. ~She sets on a leg, eyes glancing over
some of the electronics on her~ What a fuckin weirdo...... How'd she do all this
ta herself? ((Stupid browser))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs, trying
his best not to look at Smithy's remains. Knowing them well better than he
probably should. "How the fuck should I know?"
Sady: ~She frowns, finishing up with the
other leg, then stands and drops the knife on the floor again, frowning
thoughtfully as she heads for the bathroom~ Jus figured ya mighta talked ta her
some when ya were takin care of her. ~Shrugs and steps into the bathroom~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives an odd
look and finishes stuffing the peices in a trashbag. He puts that bag in
another.. just in case there's a leak. He's so considerate. He ties it up and
drops it to the carpet with a squish thud, taking another puff from his blunt.
He looks to the door. Damnit.. what's taking him so long..
Spitfire: He pulls up outside, perring
out the window of the van. He turns off the punk leaping out with a stomp and
slamming the door shut. He moves on in trying to find Gunther apartment.
Sady: ~The shower starts and she tosses
the ruined clothes out into the hall, then climbs into the shower~ Hey Gunther,
you ok?
Gunther Kasimir Berg: In the building there's
a narrow hallway with a single flickering light. Just enough to make out the
numbers on the doors. 168, the one he noted is near the end of the hall. The
door that doesn't look it's latched closed entirely.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He takes another puff,
exhaling gruffly through his nostrils. "Course I am. Just.. hurry up." He
snorts. Bitches..
Sady: ~She snorts and shakes her head.
Impatient ass~ Yeahyeahyeah
Spitfire: He walks up to it and kicks the
door "Happy fucking new Year!" He calls out from outside
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther's eyes snap to
the door with a releived look. "Oh. Yeah. Somethin like at." He smirks at the
man and kicks the trashbag lightly with a heavy boot. "She's in here."
Spitfire: He tries the door walking in,
nose sniffing as he does, pupils dilating just a little, blood. He kicks the
door shut and looks down at ALL the blood "Tell me you didn't chop up her ass
out here? Use the bathroom next time, tiles and pocerlin clean up better than a
shag man!"
Sady: ~The shower stops running and she
gets out, grabbing a towel. A quick dry off, towel tossed over her head, and she
wanders out and heads for the bedroom~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs "They
was already blood all over tha damn place from where I shot er. An from where
Sady stabbed her ass. Ain't no sense in spreadin tha mess out there. Already
fuckt." He takes another big puff from his joint. "One less fuckstick ta worry
bout now though."
Spitfire: He blinks looking down at the
body not the blood "Fuck me, you nailed the Techno bitch. Nice one!"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods with an
odd look "Cunt tried ta shoot me."
Sady: ~Towel..... toss. Off into the
corner. She stomps over to the closet and starts digging out some cleanish
clothes~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks over his
shoulder and calls to the bedroom "Hey, grab my trench while yer in there!"
Sady: ~She quirks a brow and sneers at the
door, then eyes the trench. She pulls on some clothes and tosses the trench down
the hall at the living room~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: With another puff,
he tromps over and stoops up his trench sliding it over gruff arms
Sady: ~She stomps out of the bedroom and
flops on the couch, pulling her boots on~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives an impatient
look to Sady, taking another puff from his joint.
Spitfire: ((Gah, sorry emergency back
*s*))
Spitfire: He looks to Gunther "You looted
her yet?"
Sady: ~She tilts her head to Spitfire,
then to Gunther and smirks, lacing up the boots, and finally standing and
pulling on her jacket. She digs inside and pulls the two guns, checks the clips,
then nods~ A'ight. We ready?
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shakes his
head, looking to Sady "I ain't. Did you?"
Sady: ~Shakes her Head~ Naw. ~She looks
over to the bags, then to Gunther~ Did ya throw all 'er gear in there? Or jus
tha parts I cut up.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: "Just the peices. I
wasn't gonna pry tha metal outta her. Some of it's stuck I think. Left tha
rest." He kicks her laptop.
Spitfire: He looks to Sady, a small smirk,
so for all there tough talk seems they haven't really dealt with corpses yet. He
pulls out a pair of maragolds, bright yellow ones, he looks quite amusing as he
puts them on, the punk, blonde hair, washing up gloves. "All ways loot, take off
any identification puls any crap you can fence or you yourself, you have just
got a dead corpse on your hands, proffit is proffit."
Sady: I ain't intrested in none a that
shit. ~Shrugs and looks at Gunther~ If ya want anything go for it. Whatever's
left is fair game.
Spitfire: (("Always loot, take off any
identification plus any crap you can fence or you yourself can keep))
Spitfire: ((Wow bad spelling, real bad))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs.
"Boss always did alla that. I ain't used ta takin out bodies. He always drug em
to tha sewers."
Spitfire: He goes in the bags pulling out
any guns or weapons, any wallets or purses. He isn't afraid to get stuck in
there, sqatting over the bag really searching her.
Sady: ~She smirks over at Bruce~ Bitch
didn't have shit useful. Always shackin up where she didn't b'long. And hell, I
wouldn't be surprised if no one missed 'er crazy ass anyways. Hell they'd prolly
throw a fuckin party city wide now she's gone.
Spitfire: Yes, the Ravnos is looting the
corpse...his peers would be proud.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: "Will's gonna be
pissed." He gruffs, taking another drag from the joint.
Sady: Only bodies I ever really dealt with
was taken care of with tha sun. ~Makes a face and shrugs, stepping next to
Gunther~
Sady: ~She quirks a brow at Gun~ Who?
Spitfire: He piles it up what he can
and looks to the bags "We can sewer dump, we can do the drive and dig, the
construction site slab, the fire, the sea? Any preferances" Yes it appears in
body dispoal by Spitfire Enterprizes you get your choice of disposal.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther thinks for a
second "Let's burn er. She has all kindsa fuckt up tattoos. Folks'll know who
she is. Conspicuous as hell. Burn a cunt." He nods, looking over to Sady "Onea
my homeboys. Will. Big motherfucker. He liked er fer some reason. Prolly tha
titties."
Spitfire: He looks to Sady "Next time
you kill one, pop a vein, drink them dry, save on a hell of a lot for the
fucking cleaning bill." He gestures to the blood. It was a waste if nothing
else. "Also if we are burning and you want to be fuckign sure, we need to get
your bullet out of her."
Sady: ~She nods in agreement with Gunther,
then frowns~ He ain't gonna try nuthin stupid is he? I don't wanna make a habit
o' killin people fer stupidity.
Sady: I ain't takin no chances on that
bitch. Blood was prolly all kindsa fucked up. ~Snorts and shrugs~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He scratches his head
"I hope not. I like Will." He frowns and looks over to spitfire. "Whatever you
say. Just tell me what ta do."
Sady: ((Gah, time for me to scoot to
work. ~hates on it~ I'll just pull Sady so you two can keep going if you want. ~LIX~))
Spitfire: He pulls out a knife with his
bloody marigolds and goes back in there, slicing away, a few drops hit his face
as he comes back up after a few minutes with the bullet. He might have done this
before but iof you were looking in the bag you might find he is no surgeon.
"Right, Gunther, you got bleach? If so fill up your sink!"
Spitfire: ((What...*licks on Sady* She can
be on carpet detail! *nods* Let the bitch clean *runs and hides*))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods and tromps
over to the sink. He does as he's told, pulling the bottle from under the sink
and filling the thing as best he can.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: (lol. you're gonna get
gunther in trouble with this like that! he's bad enough on his own.. spitfire is
a terrible influence..)
Sady: I'mma go start scoutin fer a spot to
burn this shit at. I'll call soon as I find it. ~She heads for the door~
Sady: ((~LOL~ Yeah........ see how many
teeth she'll be picking out of her knuckles if you try and get her to do carpet
cleaning. And if Gunther gets in trouble, well...... she'll just have to spank
him later. ;P Whenever you guys are about ready to move the bags go ahead and
play out her calling Gunther. But I gotta scoot to work ~LIX all around and
skitters~ Thanks for the scene!))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther watches Sady
leave with another odd look, blinking down to the bloody carpet.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: (thanks, hon! *hugs
an stuff*)
Spitfire: He looks over to Sady "Dumpster
or barrel best container" Then Spitfire comes over to Gunther and the sink and
drops the bullet in there along with the Marigolds and flips the tap so more
water flows in "Hint Gunther, bleach destroys most evidance of a person, hair,
blood, skin, bleach will make sure you lose them all, good for getting rid of
fingerprints to. Course, you can't bleach everything, but caution is the word in
this fucking game." The Ravnos grins that half manic grin
Spitfire: ((*hugs and licks*))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods,
watching the man with a clear interest. "Ja. Alright. Bleach."
Spitfire: "Any clothes you can't burn,
bleach, then put in the trash, if there bleached good no blood, no nothing, when
your fucking burning you don't want much left behind that won't burn, so always
take any jewery off the body and if you have the balls filling of the teeth too.
Shit like that doesn't burn and can still be used to id people, hell dental
records show fillings and that lot, can still start a fucking trail. This is if
you have time of course, sometimes you have to go on the fly."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods. "She
had a buncha metal in er. Like hangin outta her hair.. an shit hangin outta her
side an shit. If we was ta take all tha metal outta her.. we'd be here all
fuckin night I think."
Spitfire: He walks back in looking at her
laptop and putting it on the side "I'll see if I can get shit from that later."
He pulls out another pair of marigolds, seems the man went via a store on the
way and knows his shit, he chucks them on the lap top "On the fucking fly it is,
we could just cut her hair off with the gears." He shrugs, not his call. "So
what the fuck happened, not that she didn't have it fucking coming."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther leans back
against the counter with another puff from the joint "She busted up in here with
that.." He points to a huge barrel of sorts on the other side of the room next
to a blowtorch "an started fuckin with it. Like is was her place an shit. Sady
got all pissy. I told er what marcel said.. bout how he ain't wanna fuck with
smithy no more anyhow, so sady kinda smiled and wrapped around to the door.
Smithy tried ta shoot me, then we killed a cunt."
Spitfire: He nods to Gunther story and looks to the bag "Who a fucking Deadite now bitch, stick that fucking two in the middle of your zeros nOOb!" He laughs loudly and hard
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther frowns. It's
obvious he isn't terribly proud of himself. He looks over to the door with
another puff.
Spitfire: He looks to Gunther "Dude, she
was breaking the fucking rules. I didn't want every fucker knowing about my
death status but she was happy to fucking do it, plus she was a threat to Teri."
His eyes harden "She could have been a threat to Sady as fucking well." Looks
over to the blowtorch "Maybe she fucking came to be, you killed someone, far as
I see it she fucking made you. You have dusted vamps right, just the fucking
same, only a lot more fucking hassle afterwards, kind of the difference between
a girlfriend and a whore, both will fuck you but only one stays around for the
pillow talk."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther sneers and
shakes his head. He tromps over and ties the smithy bag tightly shut. "It's
cool. I know. Let's just get rid of a cunt. Ain't wanna look at er no more.
Smells fuckin aweful."
Spitfire: He shrugs clicking his fingers
(One WP into Static illusion, scent) as he suddenly smells the airand it is the
smell of beer and smoke. "That better for your ass. You sure Sady knows what she
is looking for?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods with a
defensive squint "Course she does. Sady know what's up. She knows this city
better an botha us fuckers."
Spitfire: He looks back at him "I only
asked, no need to fucking jump on me, it was just obvious she has never really
killed before, she said so herself." He is the one doing -THEM- the favour
cheeky fucking ghoul.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther takes another
puff, just as his pants start ringing. Cellphone. He digs it out and answers
"Ja?" He flashes a smirk to Spitfire "Ja, I know at place. We'll be there. You
waitin er ya got shit ta do?"
Spitfire: "Well, from what I gather, you
want my van, and NO-ONE fucking drives my van but me!" That no-one came
with a throaty growl "So looks like am in, bring that fucking blow torch, will
help with the burning!"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther casts a
confused look to spitfire, but keeps talking into the cell. "Ja. At's cool. See
ya." He grumbles a bit and softly adds "Ja ja.. love ya too." trying not to let
the other man hear. He stuffs the phone in his pocket and reaches over to scoop
up the bag of bits "Dude, I ain't gonna try ta drive yer van." He also scoops up
the torch, shoving it in his trench.
Spitfire: He nods "Thought you were
talking to me, but sussed you weren't with the love you bit." A small grin, he
heard "Oh and to say us the hassle of some soppy fucking moment...your welcome,
I don't mind you." He looks to the bag of bits and concertates ((WP spent,
Static illusion)) the bag suddenly looking like a bag of clothes, though Gunther
can still feel the body and all that.
Spitfire: "Let fucking rock" He grins
heading for the door "Normally you'd cut up the carpet and warp the parts into
them for the burning, but that carpet is yet savable by the awsome power of
bleach then paint, top tip, I 'll tell you about it over the bonfire."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a tiny
glare when he's called out on his display of.. ehh.. feelings. He tromps for the
door. "Danke. Yer a good man, spit."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther follows
obediently, quite used to doing so.
Spitfire: He leads him to his van, back
doors open as he has already laid down bin liners over the van floor in case any
blood or parts slip out which does happen from time to time. "Stick it in."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther does as he's
told, tossing the bag in the van.
Spitfire: He squints and looks pained
as Gunther just tosses the bag, he keeps his voice low but very serious "Don't
fucking chuck it about, you said metal and gears, shit that can rip the bag and
do you really want fucking blood leaking from the back of the van as we drive,
nevermind what'll do if you fuck up the shag! Steady and gentle Gunther"
He opens a box in the back and pulls out some de-odoriser and air fresher. He
sprays both over the bag and jumps out slamming the doors shut
Spitfire: ((Tries to staple tag))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a
confused look "At was gentle. At was plenty gentle.." He scratches his bald dome
and moves around to the appropriate door.
Spitfire: He moves to the drivers side
gettiing in and opening the door on the inside for Gunther. Inside is quite
clean actually, but you just get the idea that everything that is shut is so for
a reason, and considering this seems to be the Ravnos main trasport and possible
haven if he needed, theres a sense you don't want to know whats actually in his
dashboard. "Wheres Sady?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: "She had ta go take
carea some shit. Probably with Marcel. She told me where it is though." He
points ina direction.
Spitfire: He starts up the van heading out, punk blasts out from his Stereo, his head bobbing to the sound "So how have you fucking been?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs,
looking down to his lap. "Can't complain. Sady's got me a sweet setup at onea
tha clubs. Playin lotsa shows. Bringin in more cash. Cept fer Smithy, shit's
been pretty cool."
Spitfire: "Yeah, a fucking corpse will do
that, really spoil a fuckers night."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods. "Will's
gonna be pissed. Wish I could tell em why.. but he ain't cool like you guys.
He'll just have ta be pissed." He sneers. "Fucker better not try anything. He's
too cool to put down. Ain't wanna kill his ass"
Spitfire: "He is also too fucking
famous, and way fucking big, thats would be a disposal and a half. She better
have not told him shit though, didn't know them fuckers were close, you might
have to find out Gunther, he he knows someone should make sure he knows not to
fucking talk or he will wind up the same way."
Spitfire: ((if he knows))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods "I'll..
talk to em. Maybe if I catch em at work he won't try nothin. He's gonna be
pissed anyhow causa what Smithy told em bout Ita." He frowns. "Damnit Will.."
Spitfire: He looks at the man his driving
quite fucking good. "I'll leave that in your corner, you ain't got the bottle
for it, tag me in, I know someone that can help, if you don't want him deaded we
might be able to brain fuck him, take all that info away." He grins the Ravnos
getting rerady for a trick
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods "I'll find
out what he knows, then go from there. Danke, spit." He leans back in his seat,
looking around and pointing out directions to the warehouse discrict.
Spitfire: He follows his direction in
pretty much silence. Well he isn't talking the van is far from quite with the
punk thrashing out of the speakers
Gunther Kasimir Berg: After listening for
some number of blocks, Gunther grumbles "Yer music blows nuts."
Spitfire: He grins "Better than your
death metal crap Gunther, way fucking better, you weren't in the 70's, it was
the fucking bomb!"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: "Not death metal.
Industrial, ya fuckin geez." He smirks. "They's a difference. Maybe I'll show ya
when me and tha boys show er ass up."
Spitfire: "Most likely will, I have no
fucking band, they might still be around you know" A raised eyebrow" but they
will be fucking old bastards by now."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He smirks, motioning for him to pull over behind a particular abandoned warehouse "If yer good, maybe you can join up with Blutstau. Less yer too soft."
Spitfire: He smirks "Don't have time
for a band Gunther, am a fucking busy man with other shit, but it be groovy to
Jam everynow and again." He kills the engine as the music suddenly stops "Blutstau...that
mean something?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods. "Yup." He
leaves it at that and opens his door, barelling out.
Spitfire: He gets out moving round the
back and looking around "Lets see where we are taking her before we move the
bag."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks around
the van and points a gruff finger to a large dumpster down the dark alley "There
it is. She said it'd be down here. She said ain't no one come this way, no
more."