Re: Detonation - All Anarch PCs.
Ric seemed interested in what Edge had to say if for no other reason then because she hadn't threatened him or stuck a gun in his side. She also was far more interesting to look at AND seemed to be willing to tell him what was really going on. When she said to find her, Ric made eye contact to indicate he acknowledged what she had said to him. From there the conversation was something of a blur and Ric only half-heartedly listened as Chris said something and then Ken asked some sort of question. "What?" He asked.
"Oh. Well, the honest answer is that I wanted to see for myself what the guys who are responsible for my current condition are all about, maybe make some real cash, and maybe see about getting this old 68 Shelby I know wherezzat restored, and if I can't get that done reasonably, maybe at least get some engine work done to my truck." Ric paused. He was still angry. The red flush was rapidly leaving his skin tone and he was paling significantly. All in all, he was, for kindred in the know, showing remarkable self-control for a new Brujah who only a few short seconds ago was on the bring of a rage frenzy. "She's got an oil leak, smokes like there's no tomorrow, the tranny slips in low gear, and has got about 320K original miles on her. I bought her ride out of school with a little help from my daddy. I had her ever since. She's a good truck, been through a lot, an' loyal like a huntin' dog, but I fear she's on her last legs, even though I know she'll never tell me that until it's too late." Ric confessed.
If you were into muscle cars at all, you knew the 68 Shelby GT500 Mustang was about as top of the line as they came. There were others out there that could be faster, have more power, or have more class, but there were a very small few that could combine more power, more class, and more speed. They were also incredibly sexy when restored. Chevy simply didn't make anything outside of dropping a huge engine into a corvette that held a candle anywhere close and the number of Dodge muscle cars out there in the same league dwindled more and more every year. On the other hand, if one was a country boy, nostalgic, or just a truck person, you could respect Ric's desire to keep his truck ticking even though she had gone on well past her life expectancy.
Ric looked at the bowl Chris passed him hesitantly. He looked around the room. Screw it. He was all in. He picked it up, lit it, and like a rookie, hit it way way too hard, damn near choking himself and going into a coughing fit. He waved a hand in front of himself, clearing the large cloud of exhaled smoke out of his face while he coughed, dropping the bowl back on the table, but he held the lighter for a second before dropping that too. "Goddamn! He cursed, clearing his throat.
"But what's wrong with Navy SEAL guys?" Ric asked the dumb question in response to Chris's comment about the Archons. "That don't sound so bad to me. I got a cousin that's an Army Ranger and a brother that did four years in the Marine Corps before becoming a cop down in King's Mountain. Military life ain't for me, but I got no problem with them." Ric just didn't understand. He was still new and thinking like a normal human.
Ric looked around again, still feeling like the new guy and trying not to let on that he really was not comfortable at all around these Team NOS guys. "This may sound dumb too, but how do you know who you can eat? Another part of the reason I came out here was to do that on my own. Ain't happened yet without Eve supervising. She always said something about a rack, which I assume is sort of like a torture rack or something and respecting others' territory." He paused, a little nervously. "I seen one that I liked earlier. A young redhead in some of those skinny jeans. Came with her." Ric pointed at Lillian who was engaged in conversation with gruff trucker looking guy. He was, of course, referring to Angel, but was also, of course, completely oblivious to the fact Angel was already a kindred and the implications involved with what he had just said...