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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 5:47 pm
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(I icly assume that it is in vaith's hands after LP sometime and works.)
Vaith stared dumbly as the phone worked in his hands. Damn, that was a great password, he couldn't even begin to imagine why the guy practically gave it away.
"Holy crap, Jericho, that could be it. It looks sorta like that big white spot could be a lake, couldn't it?"
He held up the phone for everyone to see, pretty amazed that it had worked. "Access codes .. If they locked it off, these might actually be the passwords. We never did find out what happened to the cave, did we? Sweet, prize time. Let's write down these access codes in case .. the phone shuts off or something."
Unlikely, since they had the passcode. However, hunters and their tech .. Far beyond what Vaith could imagine.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 5:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 5:52 pm
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Roch stopped, hearing Jericho's question. "Shiiiiiit," he muttered, dropping to a knee and putting the box down. It rattled, then popped open, revealing what was inside. He frowned, pulling out another small wooden box--smaller than the one he had in his room, and opening it, there were more picks. A little grin pulled at his lips as he closed it and slipped it into his pocket.
A picture came next, one of Tex and May. Roch hesitated, pulling it out and looking at it for a long moment before putting it back in the box. There were a pile of music sheets, which made a huge grin pull at Roch's lips. He found a journal, after that, and flipped it open--only to have something fall from the pages.
"Huh," Roch said, picking up a small silver key. "What the hell is this to?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 5:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 5:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 6:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 6:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 6:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 6:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 6:08 pm
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(Drop in b/c asdfghj travel)
The siren began the task of trying to find the name of the Vampire, to see what had been left if it be nothing but dust or ash. He'd found a little box, yet refrained from opening it. He'd have time in the future to play at detective. The Hunter had been an unexpected surprise, and the siren bristled as students began the game of 'how to kill the hunter'. One one hand he could not blame them but still, some waited, like Sammy, so he'd held back. There was a time and place for speaking up and this was neither his time nor place. He'd also made the promise. He'd not stand in the dragon's way.
Israfel kept him promises.
Still, he winced from his place behind as Sammy and Jericho attacked. Bickering, squabbling, the siren sighed and shook his head. "Why don't we tread carefully?" He fluttered over to Sammy and Calder, smiling. "He was down here with a purpose, but from his lack of action and items on his person, I think it safe to say the immediate intentions were not malicious."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
Crew
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 6:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 6:11 pm
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Tybalt's eyes narrowed, as one ear twitched at the word 'short.'
"Who you calling short!" He hissed out and jabbed Remi in the side. His serrated teeth clamped in an slightly irritable, yet toothy grin. "You're just too damn tall!" He corrected, huffing a little, before he puffed out his chest. It was a pathetic attempt, considering the one that was standing next to him also towered over him.
Though, managing to keep his temper in check, Tybalt was about to return the greeting to the broken doll when the figure in question poofed in a rather large explosion of smoke and....
"Ugh! That's friggin' nasty!" He wheezed, waving the dust away, but was able to prevent the rather large sneeze it caused him.
"What was that about n'ways?" He asked, rubbing his nose and looked at Vaith.
"Dude... skellyphones and me don't mix, remember?" In fact, the most the black dog was able to do with them now was send a simple text message. That was it. Anything else and the phone met the wall.
Fortunately, it didn't really matter, because whatever Vaith entered seemed to trigger something.
"Great! You did it!"
A pause.
"Now what?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 6:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 6:17 pm
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