Scion Update
Whee! That was some serious fun last night. It was a slow start, but once the ball got rolling, it went really well. Sam is starting to loosen up, and Cesar was "The Man". Oh, and Storm got shot down. Brilliant!
So, we took a little detour before heading back to the hotel. We decided to go to the club where the Xiaballans had been hanging out. We all climbed (okay, I was the only one who actually physically HAD to climb) into Cesar's Hummer. The wheels are as tall as I am. Sam was really sweet as he helped me up into the vehicle. Cesar whistled at me, and I looked down to see I was showing a bit more leg than I should have. I felt like a damn child sitting in that stupid car. I leaned forward to ask Cesar how he could drive the damn thing, then Storm said I looked like a child anyway, which really pissed me off.
We arrived at Chico's. I kept looking around for "the Man", but the only "man" I saw was Storm, or maybe Cesar. Yes, bad joke, I realize. We were quite outnumbered in this bar. It felt like going to Walmart on a Saturday night back in Memphis. At least I was able to understand what everyone was saying. I do speak Spanish, after all. There were three gangs there, all spoiling for a fight, but staying calm since this bar was considered neutral territory. One of the bartenders, a female, is like us, so Helena said. We all kept an eye on her as we got our information. Cesar went up to the other bartender, whom he knew, and asked about the Xiaballans. I tagged along with him to see what I could overhear. These guys have been passing over rather good counterfeit ten dollar bills, the new tens, with all the color. They also have been making calls to someone in Mexico from the bar, probably to their boss. Cesar paid him off and we went back to the table. I leaned over and asked Sam in Arabic to go find out the phone number for the pay phone. I figured Helena or Gump could check the records of that phone and see where the common number in Mexico is to find out who is their boss.
While sitting at the table, Cesar suddenly stood up and asked for information about the Xiaballans. Two people, a woman and a man, came over and gave us some valuable information. We find out that they have a warehouse that a very interesting crate was delivered to recently. They said the crate was moving and... giggling. We were also told that they are hassling the manager of the ball field where they used to play. Before we left, however, Storm decided to try and flirt with the other bartender. Can we say kaboom? He crashed and died. She hardly spoke to him. It was amusing. I nearly told her, in Spanish, that he does that to all the women, which he does.
With this information, we head back to the hotel to prepare, like change into something more appropriate and gather weapons. As we were walking into the hotel, Sam whispered to me that I looked very nice and he hoped I'd wear that dress for him someday. I know I must have turned as red as the dress. Thankfully no one noticed, and no one heard him either. I went on into my room and changed into a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt. I felt so much more comfortable now. With Kamarina by my side, we met Cesar and his new vehicle that no one would notice. We went to the warehouse. I got out and snuck around the building, checking for other entrances. There was another door, but it seemed to be rusted shut. There was nothing on the roof, either. No windows. Just two doors, and a few guards at the front.
To get back to the car to tell the others what I'd found out, I decided to use my new ability to step into a shadow and out of another. I appeared near Cesar and suddenly had a gun pointing at me. Score! I surprised Cesar. He didn't care for it too much, but that's okay. I did notice that his gun disappeared from his hand when he turned away from me. Now that was cool. He was quite proud to tell me that was one of the gifts his father had bestowed on him, just like my shadow step. We decided that going in through the front door was our only choice. So, we get out of the car and draw our weapons. Jacob magically pulled his sword form his back, Frigg's gift, and Helena had a little charm of her ax on her necklace, which expanded into her real ax, Hel's gift. Sweet. Cesar and Kamarina were quickly to the guards. Cesar shot one, but Kamarina didn't do any damage. Cesar let us know they weren't... well, real, I guess. They seemed more to be wax or something. By the time I got there, I saw one of the goons, the Vietnamese Xiaballans, aiming at Kamarina. I dashed over and disarmed him before gutting him. It wasn't long before we'd dropped them all. The one who I gutted, with a little help from Sam and a well aimed bullet, said as he was dying, "Number Five is inside." I'd just killed Number Six. I picked up his ugly looking mace and tucked it into my belt. Not sure if I can use it, but hey, maybe someone else can.
When Number Six had come outside, he'd told the guards that we were on the way. He told them to capture Cesar and kill the rest of us. I'm not quite sure how they thought they were going to do that, or just why they want Cesar. Maybe as a bargaining chip against Cesar's dad. Whatever. We go inside to find six of the weirdos and this... thing. It tried to scare us, but we're made of stronger stuff. Cesar's men and Kamarina stayed outside, keeping an eye out for the cops. Suddenly, the freaks begin shapeshifting. They are themselves, one of us, one of their other men, and on and on. It was supposed to distract us, I think. Cesar began firing and I ran up to one of the freaks and stared at him for a moment before gutting him. They had no smell. The others start working on taking them out, and I dash from one to another, stabbing them. Cesar decided to concentrate on the... thing. It's a slippery fucker, and frustrated the hell out of Cesar.
I leapt up to the ceiling and caught it pretty firmly with my claws, which pissed it off. It became much more agile, much like I do when in a fight. Jacob began calling out orders, so we all focus our attention on the thing. With Jacob directing traffic, Cesar and I get a good shot at the thing and it falls from the ceiling. Its body becomes a black dust, leaving only this huge mask. Helena informs us that it, when worn, can cause dementia in your foes. I suggested that we just needed to put it somewhere safe. Storm said he could put it up on his wall. Ew. Whatever. We make our way to the car to wait on Cesar as he sacrifices the hearts of Six and Five and turns the place into an Aztec ritual site. He came back without blood all over him, which was odd. He said they didn't have any blood in them. Their organs were just kinda grayish.
We'd all worked up an appetite, so we headed to an IHOP near the hotel. Ah, real food. We discussed our next move, which will be to go see the manager at the ball field. I thought about the fight as we were eating. Sam and I make a pretty good team. And I think, from the comment he made earlier at the hotel plus the bracelet, that he's interested in me. I like him. He's a good friend, and he's not terrible looking or anything. And he cares for others. I hope he doesn't catch me staring at him, but I need to assess everything about him. I need to figure out how I feel. Well, I suppose we'll head back to the hotel for some rest after our late night snack.
That really was fun. Oh, I'm pretty much a man hater today. Sorry, guys. It all started when this asshole in a Mustang took a turn so tight that I had no where to go, so I had to stop. He looked at me like I was invading his territory or something. Like I was in the wrong. Asshole. Then I was going well over the posted speed limit and this little shit passes me in a no passing lane with cars coming towards us. So, I had to slam on brakes AGAIN. Dumb ass. Men are so fucking stupid when they get behind the wheel of a car. And yes, I know not all men are that stupid. You guys are probably the exception to the rule. But anyway, no offense to you. I'm just tired of dumb asses.
Have a great day!
So, we took a little detour before heading back to the hotel. We decided to go to the club where the Xiaballans had been hanging out. We all climbed (okay, I was the only one who actually physically HAD to climb) into Cesar's Hummer. The wheels are as tall as I am. Sam was really sweet as he helped me up into the vehicle. Cesar whistled at me, and I looked down to see I was showing a bit more leg than I should have. I felt like a damn child sitting in that stupid car. I leaned forward to ask Cesar how he could drive the damn thing, then Storm said I looked like a child anyway, which really pissed me off.
We arrived at Chico's. I kept looking around for "the Man", but the only "man" I saw was Storm, or maybe Cesar. Yes, bad joke, I realize. We were quite outnumbered in this bar. It felt like going to Walmart on a Saturday night back in Memphis. At least I was able to understand what everyone was saying. I do speak Spanish, after all. There were three gangs there, all spoiling for a fight, but staying calm since this bar was considered neutral territory. One of the bartenders, a female, is like us, so Helena said. We all kept an eye on her as we got our information. Cesar went up to the other bartender, whom he knew, and asked about the Xiaballans. I tagged along with him to see what I could overhear. These guys have been passing over rather good counterfeit ten dollar bills, the new tens, with all the color. They also have been making calls to someone in Mexico from the bar, probably to their boss. Cesar paid him off and we went back to the table. I leaned over and asked Sam in Arabic to go find out the phone number for the pay phone. I figured Helena or Gump could check the records of that phone and see where the common number in Mexico is to find out who is their boss.
While sitting at the table, Cesar suddenly stood up and asked for information about the Xiaballans. Two people, a woman and a man, came over and gave us some valuable information. We find out that they have a warehouse that a very interesting crate was delivered to recently. They said the crate was moving and... giggling. We were also told that they are hassling the manager of the ball field where they used to play. Before we left, however, Storm decided to try and flirt with the other bartender. Can we say kaboom? He crashed and died. She hardly spoke to him. It was amusing. I nearly told her, in Spanish, that he does that to all the women, which he does.
With this information, we head back to the hotel to prepare, like change into something more appropriate and gather weapons. As we were walking into the hotel, Sam whispered to me that I looked very nice and he hoped I'd wear that dress for him someday. I know I must have turned as red as the dress. Thankfully no one noticed, and no one heard him either. I went on into my room and changed into a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt. I felt so much more comfortable now. With Kamarina by my side, we met Cesar and his new vehicle that no one would notice. We went to the warehouse. I got out and snuck around the building, checking for other entrances. There was another door, but it seemed to be rusted shut. There was nothing on the roof, either. No windows. Just two doors, and a few guards at the front.
To get back to the car to tell the others what I'd found out, I decided to use my new ability to step into a shadow and out of another. I appeared near Cesar and suddenly had a gun pointing at me. Score! I surprised Cesar. He didn't care for it too much, but that's okay. I did notice that his gun disappeared from his hand when he turned away from me. Now that was cool. He was quite proud to tell me that was one of the gifts his father had bestowed on him, just like my shadow step. We decided that going in through the front door was our only choice. So, we get out of the car and draw our weapons. Jacob magically pulled his sword form his back, Frigg's gift, and Helena had a little charm of her ax on her necklace, which expanded into her real ax, Hel's gift. Sweet. Cesar and Kamarina were quickly to the guards. Cesar shot one, but Kamarina didn't do any damage. Cesar let us know they weren't... well, real, I guess. They seemed more to be wax or something. By the time I got there, I saw one of the goons, the Vietnamese Xiaballans, aiming at Kamarina. I dashed over and disarmed him before gutting him. It wasn't long before we'd dropped them all. The one who I gutted, with a little help from Sam and a well aimed bullet, said as he was dying, "Number Five is inside." I'd just killed Number Six. I picked up his ugly looking mace and tucked it into my belt. Not sure if I can use it, but hey, maybe someone else can.
When Number Six had come outside, he'd told the guards that we were on the way. He told them to capture Cesar and kill the rest of us. I'm not quite sure how they thought they were going to do that, or just why they want Cesar. Maybe as a bargaining chip against Cesar's dad. Whatever. We go inside to find six of the weirdos and this... thing. It tried to scare us, but we're made of stronger stuff. Cesar's men and Kamarina stayed outside, keeping an eye out for the cops. Suddenly, the freaks begin shapeshifting. They are themselves, one of us, one of their other men, and on and on. It was supposed to distract us, I think. Cesar began firing and I ran up to one of the freaks and stared at him for a moment before gutting him. They had no smell. The others start working on taking them out, and I dash from one to another, stabbing them. Cesar decided to concentrate on the... thing. It's a slippery fucker, and frustrated the hell out of Cesar.
I leapt up to the ceiling and caught it pretty firmly with my claws, which pissed it off. It became much more agile, much like I do when in a fight. Jacob began calling out orders, so we all focus our attention on the thing. With Jacob directing traffic, Cesar and I get a good shot at the thing and it falls from the ceiling. Its body becomes a black dust, leaving only this huge mask. Helena informs us that it, when worn, can cause dementia in your foes. I suggested that we just needed to put it somewhere safe. Storm said he could put it up on his wall. Ew. Whatever. We make our way to the car to wait on Cesar as he sacrifices the hearts of Six and Five and turns the place into an Aztec ritual site. He came back without blood all over him, which was odd. He said they didn't have any blood in them. Their organs were just kinda grayish.
We'd all worked up an appetite, so we headed to an IHOP near the hotel. Ah, real food. We discussed our next move, which will be to go see the manager at the ball field. I thought about the fight as we were eating. Sam and I make a pretty good team. And I think, from the comment he made earlier at the hotel plus the bracelet, that he's interested in me. I like him. He's a good friend, and he's not terrible looking or anything. And he cares for others. I hope he doesn't catch me staring at him, but I need to assess everything about him. I need to figure out how I feel. Well, I suppose we'll head back to the hotel for some rest after our late night snack.
That really was fun. Oh, I'm pretty much a man hater today. Sorry, guys. It all started when this asshole in a Mustang took a turn so tight that I had no where to go, so I had to stop. He looked at me like I was invading his territory or something. Like I was in the wrong. Asshole. Then I was going well over the posted speed limit and this little shit passes me in a no passing lane with cars coming towards us. So, I had to slam on brakes AGAIN. Dumb ass. Men are so fucking stupid when they get behind the wheel of a car. And yes, I know not all men are that stupid. You guys are probably the exception to the rule. But anyway, no offense to you. I'm just tired of dumb asses.
Have a great day!