The pas few days have been good enough but youve hadd strange dreams in the night
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The engine of the Camaro roared as the car kicked sideways on the skid pad, tires screaming as they lost traction.  Deft handling of the throttle and quick hands on the wheel brought the csr back strait as it thundered down the road course into another corner. Smiling to himself, Reid McCael rowed the gears to keep the 700 supercharged beast in the power band, where she purred like a kitten.

The past few months had been grueling, finals for his criminal justice degree were over! Paper after paper and test after test were taken and passed, sometimes barely, but passed nonetheless. Today was the last one and with a passing grade, had submitted his application to the Texas Highway Patrol.

Now, he was blowing off steam. One pf the peope hed met in class told him about a road course that he could actually race at. They let anyone on as long as you could afford the entry fee and your car passed the technical inspection. For most cars that meant it had to have seatbelts and working brakes. For others it meant full roll cages, engine diapers and on-board fire extinguishers.

Reid's Camaro, a red, 1987 Z28 was somewhere in between. It was street legal, passed emissions but had 500hp more than what it came with stock. Gone was the old weak, 200hp, 305 cubic inch small block from the factory. In its place was a newer 416 cubic inch Ls engine, originally from a 2007 Corvette, modified with larger pistons, better flowing heads and a Magnuson supercharger to top it off.  Reid also installed a beefed up suspension, bigger brakes, frame strengthening braces and a few other modifications that car people would notice to properly handle the new horsepower.  He loved toying with thrle new Hellcats and Mustangs. Sire, some of them had the same power but his car was nearly a thousand pounds lighter. Their shocked faces as he sent them to gapplebees was always entertaining.the car was A labor of love that helped him get through college. With it he could get his mind off school and unwind. Finally, here at the track he could drive it like it was meant to be driven.

Later tonight he would meet some friends for dinner and see what the future holds. It could be months before heard back from the Highway Patrols academy so he needed to figure out what to do in the mean time. For now though, he needed to see if he could beat his personal best.


/ooc I will incorporate the dreams you mentioned in my next post unless you had something to interject

Hes heard disturbing reports of some weirdos showing up in town looking for something   Even they do not know what

Lightning flashed and thunder cracked as screams of the dying echoed across the field. Wiping a thick fluid from his eyes he opened them to see a heavy mist obscuring his vision as the rain started to fall.

The body was suddenly pulled off him, giving him a chance to breath. Rolling over he could see a hazy outline of his savior, it was huge, heavily muscled and, looked, it had a bulls head? He couldn't be sure as the creature disappeared into the mist as quickly as it had appeared.

He gagged as the smell of blood and death filled his nose. Scrambling to his feet knowing he had to get up or they would catch him.  Who would catch him? the thought ran through his mind even as he sprinted.

Heart pounding and chest heaving, he ran for all he was worth as shadows of great beasts appeared in the mist around him snarling and howling just out of sight. A great horn sounded in the distance and he felt...hope? He had to get to the horn, it was their last hope. Why? he remembered thinking. It was so clear a minute ago.

Suddenly one of the beasts slammed into him, sending him sprawling in the mud. Rolling fast the creature was on him in a flash, ripp8ng and tearing at his flesh. Pain erupted in his flank and shoulder as the as the beast howled, it's claws sinking deep into his flesh...

Reid woke with a start covered in sweat and breathing heavy. The dreams had started again, more vivid now than they were when they started, to the point he almost felt like he was in them.

Rolling out of bed, the activities of the night before coming back to him.  A mostly forgettable endeavor that wound up with too much to drink and nothing to show for it.

Hopping in the shower, he cleaned off, then dressed and sat down at his computer. He had nothing planned, school was out and he was waiting to hear from the State Police Academy, he finally opened up Call of Duty to pass some time. He wasn't particularly good at it but it was a good time waster until his physical and initial medical screening later in. The day down town.
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Call of duty  goes smoothly enough (He play WW2 Modern Warfare or what?)


He can sense something is coming for him two somethings one means him good the other means him ill

/ooc MW2 -- Reid prefers the story to PvP, probably has a 1:1 kill death radio
 Just good enough to be competitive and frustrated he cant do better lol

-- Am I still at the apartment or am I out and about heading toward my appointments?  Is it a close feeling or far away?  Generic vague feeling?
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things that will enter his life in the general sense  as in upend it
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In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 7):
/ooc,


So it's not "immediate", but it's definitely something that Reid has never experienced before, this, direct of a sensation as it were?  It's definitely made more of an impression than a waking dream right?

Sorry, just trying to get a feel for this new feeling/sensation he's experiencing.

its not imminent no he feeels the passion building in him inexplicably

One thing about being from an affluent family is that you have a lot of time.  Reid didn't necessarily show off his wealth but there were hints here and there, mostly in the cars he drives and another being his apartment with a double garage in a nice part of Austin. He didn't need to get a job while waiting on the Academy Application but he was planning on doing as much interning and volunteering as he was able to take up the time if nothing else.

Gaming until he needed to go in for his physical and Dr. appointments related to his medical screening, he changed to something more work-related, a button-down shirt, khakis, and a nice pair of boots.  That's one thing he'll probably never outgrow, his love of cowboy boots. Topping it off with a black felt stetson, he picked up his keys, wallet, and phone and headed out.

Leaving his Camaro in the garage, he popped the lock on his other vehicle, a rather ordinary-looking Dodge Durango SRT. Black and silver with a red stripe on the hood, the only indication that it's the Hellcat version since he put regular Dodge Durango badges on it.

The drive across town was uneventful though Reid started having a nagging feeling that "something" was coming.  It wasn't anything concrete but it was there, like when you go back to a room because you thought you forgot something. It wasn't one of those "I've got a bad feeling about this" moments either that is gone the moment after it happens. The longer he drove, the longer he realized "it" was out there and it made him uncomfortable, like an itch he couldn't scratch.

The doctor's appointment was perfunctory in that baseline blood tests and an overall physical were done, standard stuff when you apply for any government position.  From there he went to meet some friends he met at school for lunch and was home for dinner and some "FBI" on TV in the background while studying for his Academy entrance exam.

That night, the same dreams of intense fighting came to him again. He was never able to see his attackers and it always ended the same, with him waking up in a fog wondering what the hell was happening.  The dreams were vivid, not like a dream but as if he was there.

/ooc  Making some assumptions, I don't see where you really track the day/month/year anywhere. I am just sort of working on a day-to-day story for a few "days" in game like you mentioned.

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Laying in bed, the dream still vivid in his mind's eye, Reid closed his eyes and tried to clear his head which didn't work as he'd intended.  Rather than clear his mind of visions he could not begin to fathom, his feelings turned toward that ever-present, "something" that was coming, the ever-present itch that seemed to have come out of nowhere that made him uncomfortable.  This "almost" itch that no scratching could get rid of seemed to be building, getting worse, or rather, more intense.

Finally getting up, he tossed on some gym clothes and headed down to get his morning workout in. Typical was a mile on the treadmill, 15 min on the stair climber, situps, pushups, mountain climbers, burpees, and then a round of weights.  Reid wasn't religious about lifting but he did want to keep in shape, enjoyed how it made him feel and liked looking good.

He had hoped it would help with the unease he had started feeling but if anything, it made it worse the harder he worked.  Eventually giving up, he showered and headed back to his apartment to change.  Today he was doing a ride-along with the sheriff's department and as it was Thursday, it was lady's night at the club so Reid and the boys had plans.

Arriving at the Sheriff's department, Reid met the actual Sherrif, Javier Salazar and was briefed on what to expect and then introduced to the deputy he'd be riding with, Sheriff's deputy Lacy McGuire. Lacy was a six-year veteran of the Sheriff's department and was one of the few female officers they employed. She was also an outreach officer and union representative.   Reid sat through their morning briefing with her and joined her at her squad car.  It was 0800 when they rolled out into the early Texas day that promised to be a hot one, forecast for no clouds and a high in the upper 90's.

She mentions some 'weirdo's that rece3ntly came iknto town by motorcycle

I imagine she wouldn't have mentioned them of they weren't more than a passing issue.

"I remember hearing something about a biker gang or something causing issues.  Is a new outlaw biker group or something?" He asks. "Or just a bunch of idiots causing a rukus?"

"They seem to be looking for something but havent shared precisely what"

"Have they been causing unreported issues? I haven't seen anything on the evening news indicating such."

"A lot of people feel deeply discomfitted when encountering them"

"Have they caused enough of a problem to send officers to send them on their way?   Why out up with them if they're causing such an issue?"

"They disappear & set ujp elsewhere & havent boken the law but thedir looking  for something and view the search as absolutely imperative"

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 18):

"How many are there?  Do you know?  Have you or your department personally had any dealings with them?" he asks, curious.  It's unusual, he'd heard about this going on but that they haven't broken any laws is good to hear.  Made him wonder what was so important.

"Theirs about a dozen or so"  "People feel uncomfortable around them"

Reid maintained small talk, asking details about protocols, response topics, and such as well as learning more about his officer escort as they continued their patrol ride-a-long.

The morning went by fairly uneventfully, about as he had expected and pretty much in line with what he had been briefed.  There was a routine traffic stop for speeding, a response to an accident, and a high-speed pursuit with full lights and sirens that was called off before they fully joined in as the suspects wrecked before Reid and his escort arrived.

Stopping for lunch at Pieus, a locally famous diner that was featured on the Food Network, he offered to by lunch. He won't be able to help himself, she's pretty, he's single, so why not take a shot?  He'd flirt with her over lunch unless he gets the feeling she's either not interested or otherwise...not interested.
This message was last edited by the player at 16:59, Thu 12 Oct 2023.

/ooc If you would like to start the introduction go ahead.

I've been trying to write a bit more to have a good contact set up but I just can't.

I don't have enough information on what they (this mysterious group) are doing or where they like to start etc. to even begin make a first contact email.  Reid has zero desire to go looking for trouble so unless they find him or his ride-along officer gets a call to investigate something, I imagine it would be a while before he runs into them

I figure being out on a ride-a-long should be a good time to set up such a meeting?  I hope?

A call came over the radio of a disturbance call not for from their location, cutting their lunch short. "No rest for the weary>" Lacy says rolling her eyes. Reid nods. ,"I'll get it to go." He says with a smile and heads to the counter to pay and get a couple of to-go boxes. "Dispatch, K-338 responding to disturbance call." She says over her radio as they climb in the car. "OK, You get to stay in the car. she says seriously explaining the dangers they might face. Flipping the lights and sirens on she puts the pedal down the engine roaring as they take off toward the disturbance.
This message was last edited by the player at 15:41, Sat 14 Oct 2023.

Your racing to the disturbamce making good time

Zipping through traffic got Reid's heart pounding.  Lacy, as all deputies, had been through the police academy's defensive driving course as well as the state-sponsored driving school for officers and she took it to heart.  From their conversations at lunch, being an avid NASCAR fan might have also had something to do with it along with brothers who raced the local dirt tracks.

Slowing she turns her sirens and lights off about two blocks from their destination, coming to a stop outside or what looks to be a local laundromat.  Turning to Reid she shrugs. "Nothing immediately dangerous so you can come in and chat with the owner, They are the ones that called in according to dispatch."     Donning her sheriff's hat as she exits, Reid can't help but smile.  Lacy's confident, observant, and no-nonsense as they head toward the front door of the establishment, greeted by the owner just outside the front door. "Dispatch, K-338, show me arrived on scene." she called on her radio just before exiting the patrol car.
"Hello, I'm deputy Lacy McGuire, this is Reid, he's an observer riding with me today.  We are responding to the disturbance call?  What's going on?"

Reid looked around and he didn't see anything out of the ordinary but, things aren't always what they seem.
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They see the road gang up ahead of them looking for something they know not what.... abruptly  Reid knows without knowing how that it is him

As Officer McGuire speaks to the shop owner, movement catches Reid's eye.  Backing away from the two for a better view of the road around the corner, he spied a group of riders (assuming they're bikers?) who had stopped and were discussing something amongst themselves.

Without understanding the "why", he had a sinking feeling, that definitive, no kidding, verified, feeling, that they were looking for him.  He couldn't explain it, but there they were.

/ooc  Have they seen Reid yet?

They've seen him but have yet to identify him as what their seeking.

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 28):
/00  biker gang, hells angels type or just a group of people on motorcycles?  Can I tell if they're armed?

Reid, not versed in gang or biker colors, can't identify them by their "colors" so nothing they're wearing gives him any clue as to who they are and the distance makes it difficult to say if they're armed or not.

Reid will look over to Deputy McGuire and call her name until she looks at him. "Deputy, I think the source of the disturbance is up the road here a bit." he says, nodding up the road toward the group now looking his way, more than a little uneasy about the whole situation.

He cant make out colors


he feels a burning anger deep within it cant be explained by the dabger so primal it is

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 30):

I have a feeling of anger toward them? Ok. How many are there?

Its not towards them as much within a seething rage but these things triggeer it

Reeling from the sudden onslaught of unexpected rage that has erupted in his chest, Reid staggers against the patrol car trying to figure out why he's feeling this way but it's quickly overpowering his reasoning.  Looking over at the Deputy who has ignored him, further stoking the fire of the seething anger...no, deeper, the rage he's feeling.  _{Why is she ignoring him, what is going on? Who are those people? What?} his thoughts are a whirlwind of confusion as he rages internally. "DEPUTY!" he yells, the rage roaring through him.  "Stop ignoring me and call for backup NOW! Those dudes look dangerous!"

He acts stunned at the vehemence but chamges tone whnen they get off their bikees  and start surroundikng the car he callss the dispatcher but all he gets is static  "Damnit" he goes   their surrounded

*she*, the Deputy is a woman.

Reid watches the group approach, still fighting the seething rage that's been welling up inside him since he saw them.  "We need to go!" he whispers harshly at the Deputy when her radio calls fall silent.  The edge in his voice was still very clear but that could be passed off unease for someone who was just surrounded by what amounts to a biker gang.

He had opened the door to the patrol car using it as a bit of a shield between himself and the gang.  IF this turned out bad, the Deputy was going to be in trouble for putting him, a civilian in harms way.  _SHIT he cursed under his breath, he liked her and didn't want her to get in trouble but that might be too late as the group surrounded them.  Putting on the best possible smile he can despite the rage making it more of a sardonic smirk than disarming smile,  "Hey guys.  What can we do for ya?"


/ooc  Reid has the merit enchanting voice and a few bonuses for talking to people but I'm not sure if he has access to any gifts/merits or such yet.
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"We would like a few drops of your blood" they say  "Tours and the cop your with

Reid, normally a cool, calm. And collected person. Was struggling with the surge in this...unfamiliar rage that was building in him.  Sure, he'd been mad before, like when he came across Ali Withserspoon, his girlfriend in college being practicall raped at a fraternity party. She had maanaged to voice activate her phone and call Reid. Yes he wound up in the hospital and with a record because of how badly he beat two of the others there while breaking his ribs and hand but as theyvsay, you should jave seen the other guy!
That was an injustice that infuriated him bit this, and he could not explain why, was on a whole next level.

Staring at the speaker Reid smiled, a grim, tight lipped smile, his eyes grew hard and he stood up a little straighter. Reid had been in these spots before with his brothers and it always wound up in a scrum.

He glanced across the car at Lacy, she looked nervous as expected. The Deputies radio was dead but she still had her service weapon. He just hoped she knew they'd just reached the tipping point of this conversation especially since Reid was about to punch this dude and he still didn't understand why.

"Well, since you're not a doctor, judging by your clothes, law enforcement, because you didn't identify yourself, and because I just don't like your face, I dont believe we'll acquiesce to your request." "His smile remained tight lipped but hint of laughter in his voice belied the humor he felt at actually being able to quote a movie, and it came out as somethig of a condescending chuckle as he continued. Now, scoot along like a nice little boy before you all get trouble you don't want.

Reid was bluffing his ass off,  it was all bravado at this point because he know a fight was coming. He want much of a fighter himself, his brothers were but he'd been in a scrap or two. He also knew that if it came to it, he was going to the hospital  but he was talking the man talking to him with.

 If he took him down, down, the others might back off enough for them to leave or get away. That's how bullies worked for the most part. Still, no need to not be civil until it wasn't time.

snarls "I tried being nice but we have to do this the hard way fine with me" tries  knocking him down has a lot of strength but... at that moment the fires within consume him and a race extinct for over a millenia returns to the face of Gaia

Reids heart was pounding in his chest and his beathing labored. He watched as the men circled the car and could tell the deputy had unholstered her pistol.

As the man spoke and approached Reid gasped for air as a ringing in his ears seemed to drown out all other sounds muting them like listening to someone try and talk underwater. Almost lost to his surroundings, he heard the Deputy's weapon fire.

The seething rage, barely kept in check tobthis point,roared now as he was physically threatened. Reid wasn't having it and like a damn had burst, a...something, Reid couldnt explain it otherwise, blew through his very being.

The men,  the deputy, the ride along, none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was raw power that flooded through him ignighting every nerve and every fiber in his body.  Along with it came...something else.

Reids conscious mind saw it and if he felt fear it was quickly smashed by the blinding rage. Only the rage mattered, only the power that coursed up through his soul and the beast it brought with it. How dare they, HOW DARE THEY!Insignificant fleas!

Laughing almost maniacally at the pure pleasure and simultaneous exquisite pain of fire that burned through him, he was unnable to hold it back any longer, so he let go.

The power, Reid’s power, his birthright, long dormant, long thought lost, roared through his body. The rage burned his body away, a rage felt across millennia and that's when he felt the beast slam into him and roll under his skin where it “stretched”.  Reid arched his back and screamed.

The pain was exquisite and more intense than anything he’d ever felt as he felt his skin split and tear, his muscles shift and move, his bones elongate, break, and reform.  His muscles grew prodigiously as did his size.  His hands grew nails like claws and his feet reformed to hooves and horns sprouted from his head.  The pavement cracked under his fists as he pounded the ground in pain, Hulk smash style, as his body grew.  His scream became a bellow as the change ravaged his body.

It was over in seconds but to Reid it felt like an eternity.  Breathing heavily Reid stood, mind clouded by the rage he felt, the instinct to destroy that which threatened him.

Standing nearly 14 feet tall and heavily muscled with cloven feet and ivory horns protruding from its head, a creature of myth and legend stood where Reid once had, dwarfing those around him.

His eyes, red with rage burned with an inner fire that needed to be quenched. Roarig, bellowing a challenge, the bull-faced Minotaur turned his rage toward the man that threatened him...

The guy gulps "Think this is what wsed were looking for." seeems nervo us like he sees now he bit off more then he can chew
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Reid, lost to the change barely hears the man.  No one threatens him, no one. The fires of his rage were stoked and it will take more than words to put them out.

The man is close, they're surrounding the car, Reid and the deputy.  Reid is lost to hisbrage and only blood will sate it. He takes the first one he can grab and with a bellowing challenge turns him into mush.

/ooc  The fact that they didn't all go run screaming from the delirium means they're either Kinfolk or something else. Reid is lost in the rage of the first change and it's going to take quite an effort to calm him down.
This message was last edited by the player at 00:44, Mon 06 Nov 2023.

The officer (Who Im sorry I forgot about)  Is deeply afraid and getd out of the police car andc runs

Reid let's her run. In the fog of his rage, he wouldn't have been able to tell her from the others. Running on pure instinct, he recognizes she gsve up the fight and want a threat.

Its a fight or flight moment and Reid was gone, he saw red. Bellowing, he pounces on the leader,  his rage demanding that he smash anyone threatening him.

(Lets roll inititive) some others look att him while certainly not unafraid their unnaturally lucid.

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 44):

Roaring, Reid (Giant Horned minotaur Reid), charges...

Initiative
11:39, Today: Reid McCrae rolled 2 3 successes using 5d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 1,8,2,9,9.  Initiative street battle 5d10 2 dex + 1 dex (crinos) + 2 agility.

2 initial successes were modified by "Charmed Existence" merit for 3 total successes.

Charmed Existence:(5pt Merit)
Your life is somehow protected, and you do not face the perils that
others must. It could be that you are simply lucky, or maybe you have a guardian angel. Whatever the reason, you may ignore a single "one" on every roll you make.
This makes it far less likely that you will ever botch, and grants you more successes than others obtain.




21:22, Today: Reid McCrae rolled 3 successes using 4d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 9,6,2,9.  Attack nearest thug 2 dex + 1 dex crinos +1 brawl =4 dice.
This message was last edited by the player at 03:23, Sun 12 Nov 2023.

They are frightened but unnaturally lucid

08:30, Today: Capricious Wyld rolled 2 successes using 3d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6.

 they attack with claws & teeth

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 46):

Oh...so they're shifters as well?

Formori

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 48):

Well, not that Reid knows anything about that. He's going to have enough of a time dealing with what he's going through right now that trying to understand an evil bane-spirit infested human. lol

Lost in the rage of the first change...yeah, MUST SQUISH THE OFFENDING THING! (HULK SMASH!)
This message was last edited by the player at 18:01, Mon 13 Nov 2023.

3 of thw formori charge at him 2 hold  back

Well, the nearest one gets smashed. I rolled earlier if that counts.

Reid wouldn't understand anything that's happening nor would he care, drunk on the power of his first change.

you rolled inititiative noww you need to roll attack

I did, I edited my post with an attack roll.  It's at the bottom of the initiayve post. 3 successes to attack.
This message was last edited by the player at 04:51, Tue 14 Nov 2023.

no so roll damage

Grabbing the nearest threat, Reid attempts to rip him apart and smash him to bits.

02:01, Today: Reid McCrae rolled 4 successes using 7d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 10,5,3,10,5,6,7.  Damage roll 2 dex + 5 dex crinos =7 dice Rip 'em apart!

Hes seriously injured but not yet dead

The rage is all consuming, it is the only thing! All he can think about is smashing the offending worm! It's not a frenzy but his instinctual mind is now running the show and the thing hasn't cowered or run away yet!


12:44, Today: Reid McCrae rolled 2 successes using 4d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 5,9,8,2.  Attack nearest thug 2 dex + 1 dex crinos +1 brawl =4 dice.

(Spending rage for extra actions? the formori get a move otherwise )

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 59):

/ooc I only have one rage point. The Dawn(theurge) aspect only starts with one rage. So I could spend it, but then I'm out if rage until I recover it

(Fair enough)


One of the formori attacks you but blessedly fails to connect


08:16, Today: Capricious Wyld failed (no successes) using 4d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 ((1,1,7,9)).

This message was last edited by the GM at 14:20, Sun 19 Nov 2023.

/ooc I purposefully didn't take more rage because it's not something that Reid would have any concept of and being a Theurge type, he's not as "hot-tempered" as others might be.

13:08, Today: Reid McCrae rolled 2 3 successes using 7d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 2,10,6,1,1,6,6.  Damage roll 2 dex + 5 dex crinos =7 dice Hulk Smash!

One "1" is ignored due to the merit Charmed Existence.

Charmed Existence:(5pt Merit)
Your life is somehow protected, and you do not face the perils that
others must. It could be that you are simply lucky, or maybe you have a guardian angel. Whatever the reason, you may ignore a single "one" on every roll you make.
This makes it far less likely that you will ever botch, and grants you more successes than others obtain

the formori attacks him and hits he needs to soak now

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 63):

Reid bellows as he feels the creature strike true.

22:40, Today: Reid McCrae rolled 4 successes using 5d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 3,8,8,7,10.  Soak attack 2 sta + 3 sta minotaur form = 5d10 soak.

Hee manages to get off with only  superficial injury


Fumbling the police officer with him is coming back a bit lucid but still terribly afraid

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 65):

/ooc  She's got a high willpower!  Or she's...blessed by the spirits.  Either way, YAY!

If my original target is still standing I keep after him otherwise the one who attacked me is going to get it.

Bellowing in challenge,  Eyes red with rage and anger, how dare the ant gnash at me!

00:04, Today: Reid McCrae rolled 2 successes using 4d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 9,4,10,3.  Attack nearest thug 2 dex + 1 dex crinos +1 brawl =4 dice. Stomp, smash, rip 'em apart!

The formori's a bit more wary now but still confisent aother attack on you


thankfully it misses
This message was last edited by the GM at 19:20, Sat 25 Nov 2023.

I thought you were talking to me so I rolled another die.

I checked, and I didn't need to roll another die. Sorry for the mix up.
This message was last edited by the player at 06:45, Sun 26 Nov 2023.

the officer fires another bullet downing but not quite killing another formorri

Keep the pressure on!

Officers name is Deputy Lacy Maguire. 6 year sheriffs deputy.

Go Lacy!

23:23, Today: Reid McCrae rolled 2 successes using 4d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 5,10,5,7.  Attack nearest thug 2 dex + 1 dex crinos +1 brawl =4 dice. Stomp, smash, rip 'em apart!
This message was last edited by the player at 05:27, Tue 28 Nov 2023.

damage roll

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 71):

Snorting and bellowing furiously as only an angry bull can, Reid shakes his head, sucessfully charging the nearest target, skewering them with his horns.

05:53, Today: Reid McCrae rolled 4 5 successes using 9d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 4,7,1,4,7,8,8,4,10.  Damage roll 2 str + 5 str crinos+2 damage horns =9 dice Hulk Smash! –

(I rolled 2 additional damage dice because forgot to add my horn damage on the initiial roll, if you want to ignore it because I didn't call it before, I understand. It's +2 damage and makes it aggravated damage). The post above Includes the extra dice as if rolled in one roll.)
This message was last edited by the player at 12:08, Tue 28 Nov 2023.

one of the injured thugs is staggering towards him slowly but unyieldingly

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 73):

Roaring at their continued assault, mind muddled by the first change and accompanying rage, Reid keeps slamming himself against his foes until they retreat or are no longer a threat...dead or otherwise.

11:42, Today: Reid McCrae rolled 1 2 success using 4d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 7 with rolls of 9,10,1,3.  Attack nearest thug 2 dex + 1 dex crinos +1 brawl =4 dice to Gore.

11:45, Today: Reid McCrae rolled 4 5 successes using 9d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 8,9,6,7,3,1,3,5,7.  Damage roll 2 str + 5 str crinos +2 dice horns =9 dice Give 'em the horns!


Charmed Existence:(5pt Merit)
Your life is somehow protected, and you do not face the perils that
others must. It could be that you are simply lucky, or maybe you have a guardian angel. Whatever the reason, you may ignore a single "one" on every roll you make.
This makes it far less likely that you will ever botch, and grants you more successes than others obtain.

Hes able to kill the thug

Take out last one?

Unless Reid has some sort of control happen to him, he's riding out his rage induced first change. (Willpower roll)

Last dude is going down

The last thug  seems to be hell bent on escape noow,, trying to run

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 77):

Can I roll willpower to see if I let him go?  A bull by nature will chase and kill to defend but they're not naturally hunters.

Maybe the last guy has a chance of a ragine minotaur not chasing him down and murdering him.  (/ooc I realize that's a bad idea as a Player, no witnesses, just trying to play how I feel the character might react seeing the threat hightail it out of there).

(Go ahead and roll but theirs practical reason to wipe them out

/OOC  There is a practical reason to wipe them out, I understand this. Lost in the rage of his first shift, I don't have to roll.

In reply to Reid McCrae (msg # 80):


Lost in the moment Reid turns and sees the last one fleeing but he's still close, still a threat. His rage has been played out and he was tiring, both mentally and physically from the effort.  His primal instinct is to make sure it cannot be a threat so he charges after it but his blinding rage begins to fade, his logical, thinking mind on the verge of being able to take control.


/ooc  I rolled without marking all dice before I thought much about it.  3 successes but it didn't separate the rolls.  His spirit companion may make their appearance and whisper sweet nothings of "KIll them, kill them all!" haha help him along? Then keep him from turning on the deputy? lol
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He can hear a voice in the back of his mind kill him he'll tell others what he'd tell others abour ...  he knows without knowing how its him

Bewildered for a moment by the voice from nowhere, his mind once again retreated allowing his primal urges to rage forth and Reid charges...goring, , stomping, mashing, and rolling the threat until it's...pasty all over the road


/ooc Oh my, he got mashed.

14:03, Today: Reid McCrae rolled 4 successes using 5d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 7 with rolls of 9,7,10,7,4.  Attack nearest thug 2 dex + 1 dex crinos +1 brawl =4 dice difficulty 7 to Gore.


14:04, Today: Reid McCrae rolled 9 successes using 9d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 8,9,8,6,8,6,8,9,7.  Damage roll 2 str + 5 str crinos + 2 dice horns = 9 dice Give 'em the horns!

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with his enemys all dead he exits the frenzy

The fury of the frenzy fading, Reid looks around at the carnage in horror. As he's looking around, he doesn't "feel" right and looks at his hands, stained with blood...except they weren't his hands. His head felt heavier and as he looked at his hands, he saw his legs and feet...weren't.

The world swam as he looked around on unsteady feet...hooves? The bodies that surrounded him were a gruesome sight, literally smashed, torn and gored. Blood covered his now naked bodyand he started to remember.

Starting to say something, anything to the deputy, to diffuse the situation came out garbled.  Words that were barely formed from a mouth not designed for human speech.  He took an unsteady turn in her direction only to be met with her own terrified stare and the barrel of her pistol. Holding his hands in front in a "no, don't shoot" motion, he stared in horror as he saw, for the first time, his minotaur reflection in the cruiser's tinted side window.  That's when he panicked, turning to run, to get away, to get...anywhere.
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he manages to run a bit before he reaches the the end of his endurance  he hears a voice "Would you have help?" Someone app;roaches him

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 86):

Nostriles flaring with the effort of the fight and ensuing flight, Reid spins wildly searching for the source of the voice, immediately defensive, ready to fight or maybe catch his breath long enough to run again.

He sees a woman in a pantsuit appearing to have not exerted herself in the least to catch up with him shess well groomed & tidy

she smikeds at that and nods

Reid looks wildly left and right, still searching for any would-be attackers before settling down on the woman. She's obviously not alarmed by the hulking 14 foot tall minotaur in front of her. "Who are you?" He growls, the words distorted
by lips not suitable for human words. His head spinning, Reid looks around again before turning his gaze on the woman,"What am I?" He asks bewildered, looking down at himself still unsettled by her calm demeanor.

Reid is still braced,  ready for the inevitable attack he's sure will come.

"I am Yelena And what you are is rebirth for your people"

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 91):


Reid just stares incredulously at her, his knees a little weak as he's trying to comprehend everything.  "What's that supposed mean?" he says, touching his face and horns while looking trying to understand what's happened to him.  "What happened to me?" He felt...OK, if a little weird for now casually, almost casually, speaking with this woman who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.  He wasn't hurt, not really, but was having flashbacks of the last man who was running away when Reid mauled him, literally mauled him into a pasty smear on the road.  He put a hand to his side where he had been slashed by one of the men...no, men weren't right.  They weren't men.  They were something else.

/OOC  A little pedantic maybe, but with a name like Yelena, does she have an accent? (would place her as American or foreign) Is she blond, brunette, redhead?  Tall or short? Does she have long hair, or short?  Skin tone?  What color eyes?

Shes Brunette Speaking with a russian accent  Shes of average height &  weight


She looks to him with empathy  and compassion   "Millenia ago my Ancestors exterminnated your people I feel obliged to aid in their rebirth"

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 93):

Reid again looks around, still trying to process everything that just happened.  He can hear the sincerity in her words which calms him down a bit.  Still, he was just attacked for no reason so he's still on edge.

Nodding at her explanation Reid decided he needed to trust someone and she hadn't attacked him yet.  "OK, you'll need to explain that that more later but what do I do now?" he asks, emphasizing his current form with his hands, his voice still a bit guttural because a bull's mouth is not designed for human speech. Running around as a 14ft tall minotaur would draw just a bit of attention.

"A little relaxation should do the trick its not relaxing physically but in time you should get the hang of it"

Reid looks at her like she's crazy
 Relax? Now? He snorts, shaking his head. Relaxing may not be in the cards just yet but he can calm himself. His heart has been hammering in his chest since the fight. Taking some deep breaths he works on brining his heart rate under control.

Relax? Ugh...after a few moments he sort of felt his anxiety pass, since no more threats have emerged and Yelena here hasn't tried anything funny yet

In a bit he's ableto retake homid (Your now eligible to to buy primal urge talent

Almost without thought, the mental relaxation caused Reid to shift back, bones crunching and snapping, muscle and tendon warping and flexing as he returned to his homid form.

The exquisite pain and joy of it hit him all at once and he staggered for a moment before gathering his legs beneath him to steady himself.  He looked, wide-eyed at Yelena as he checked himself out, then was suddenly self conscious as he realized he was buck naked, his clothes having torn off when they couldn't accommodate his extra large minotaur frame.  "I'm um...ah, go8ng to need some new clothes apparently." He said, almost sheepishly.

"I'd say so I can help on that and on ritually dedicating your new clothes so they wont be torn by transformation"

Reid looks confused. "I understand the words but you'll need to explain that later."

Standing naked on the sidewalk Reid looks back the way he came having realized he has a problem. "When I...changed. My wallet and ID must have fallen on the ground at the sheriffs car. How am I going to explain this? What, ..." his complains degenerated into intelligible sounds. "Well I need to get out here before it gets anymore wierd."

She nods and calls a limo on her smart phone."We'll make do with a towel for now... or just thought of it you could see if the clothes of one of the dead thugs fit you"

Looking over toward the street, vague, imperfect memories of the fight ran through Reid’s head."That's a mess, none of those clothes would be worth putting on. Besides, the deputy I was riding with is probably there calling for backup. " sighing in defeat. "A towel it is.

She helps him wrap a towel around his genitals if naught else "When we arrive we'll get you some new clothes

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 103):

Reid nods in appreciation as he wraps the towel around himself.  He was never one to be shy but for some reason, standing naked with a stranger just seemed, out of the ordinary.  When the vehicle arrives he joins her inside wondering where today is going to take him.  "You know, this was not what I was expecting to happen today."  He says thoughtfully as he watched the city roll past the windows before turning to take her in and really appraise her for the first time.

She's well dressed, russian, or at least that region based on her accent, and didn't run away from him.  "So tell me, how did you become my guardian angel and how did you find me?" he asks, probing for some information about his would-be savior.  For some reason he just found it highly unlikely she was just "hanging around" the block waiting for him.

"Some theruges were alerted to the iminent return of your people I'll get us a hotel room and some clotheds for now

"Theurges" Reid things to himself as he mulls over the term as they continue their ride.  Another word he's familiar with but missing context in how she uses it. "Well, regardless of how you found me, Thank you. I still don't understand what's going on but I feel you'll be filling me in once in a more secure location.  I'm going to have to figure out how to get my wallet back and some sort of explanation to the sheriff's office over what happened.  It's going to be all over that Deputies body and dash cams."    Reid still didn't know if he could trust her, she might be taking him to a secret government black-site for all he knew.  He's seen those movies and they never end well.

Reid will also give her his apartment address.  Maybe save her from having to buy clothes unless that's too risky at the moment.

"Your wallets going to have to have to be given up as lost we'll help you replace your identification  you might want an alias"

"Without a key the address is alomost worthless"

"I can call and cancel the credit cards and phone but I'm more worried about what their dash cam footage is going to show of what happened. It's going to show a giant, whatever I turned into mauling those biker dudes."

"That would be an issue I'll  talk with some theurges"

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 110):

Reid nods, his mind spinning with everything that just happened. "Ok.  You also mentioned an needing an alias?  Like with fake papers and all that?  I wouldn't even know where to begin."

The ride has been uneventful to this point.  Reid had only ever been in one fight in his life and today he wiped out several people, he killed them, turned them into pasty bits on the street and gored one to death.  He felt them die in his hands and the worst part was, he didn't feel bad.  They attacked him so logically he shouldn't feel bad but he expected to feel something.   Now this, strange mysterious woman who knows more than she lets on.  It's like he fell right into the middle of a novel or action movie.
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"We have some experts who will help you fake a birth certificate"

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 112):

Reid just sort of stares at Yelena, not quite sure how to process the fact she just nonchalantly mentions having experts to handle fake Ids.  "I see" he says, not without a bit of trepedation.  "So this is that serious?"

snorts "Id say  so most off us get fake identification at some point" they arrive afteer a lengthy hour they arrive  at hotel room and the limp slows to a halt"

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 114):

Stepping out of the Limo he nods to her, not knowing where they're heading yet. "Ladies first" he says, mulling over her statement and still trying to process everything that's happened.

she lead's him into the hotel room its moderatelly fancy but hardly the swankiest in existence




Theirs clothes allready there.

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 116):

Reid will nod in thanks for the clothes then get dressed. He briefly thought of retreating to the bathroom to dress but he'd been naked around this woman for a while now and it just seemed silly to worry about modesty at this point.  Taking a look out the window. "Nice place." he says checking it out.

"So what now?  I was on an official police ride-a-long that went sideways with multiple casualties and I went missing, my clothes torn to pieces.  The police will be looking for me because it's going to be a huge headache for them if they "lose me". My family is affluent and didn't want me to be a cop in the first place.  They have connections that can put a lot of uncomfortable pressure (backtround of resources 5, Millions and millions--more for story purposes, this is what Reid would think) on the local departments.   I especially don't want the Deputy who was with me to get into any trouble."


Reid takes a deep breath and runs his hands through his hair trying to think.  Aside from his monster escapades, some real-world consequences are about to happen. "Do you have any ideas because I'm fresh out any that don't wind up with me in the loony bin." he asks.

"We can see to it the Deputy gets in no trouble"

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 118):

Nodding "Thank you, so what happens now? The Sheriff's department will need to know I'm ok."  He took a deep breath.  "You brought me here, is it dangerous to go home?  My apartment I mean. I mean,my apartment here in town.  My family estate is over in the hill country so that's out there.  No one knows what happened, except the deputy and whoever sees that dashcam footage because I'm pretty sure I murdered that last guy so no one could have called anyone." 

Reid still looked a little panicked when he said that, he killed people, hard, and he was starting to remember it.  What bothered him more was that he didn't feel bad about it.  There was something primal about how they fought and how he fought back.  It was deep inside him and it felt...good?

"For now stretch our legs and rest a bit then baacl on the road"

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 120):

Reid just nods, then explores the hotel room a bit before sitting down on the couch and flipping on the TV.  "Do I need to reach out to the Sheriff's office to tell them that I'm alright or are your people going to take care of that?" he asks after a bit.

"Either could work though it might be best to have you call in personally"

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 122):

Reid asks Yelena to look up the Dallas County Sheriff's department non-emergency line for him, then picks up the room phone and dials the number. When the receptionist answers Reid says "Hello, this is Reid McRae, I was on a ride along today and we were attacked by some bikers. I think it was that gang running around town roughing the place up, I'm not sure.  I think I lost my wallet and phone in the scuffle.  Your deputy, Lacy McGuire, really kept it together after they attacked us.  She fought them off and told me to run and so I did.  I'm calling you from a hotel to let you know I'm safe."

During his convsersation wtih the Sheriff's department, Reid will be honest about how they were attacked and that he panicked and ran after one of them started trying to grab him, tearing his clothes as they wrestled around.  He'll keep it as vague, yet probable, as possible about what happened and how he got away. He will ask if they found his keys and wallet and if they have, to go ahead and mail them via secure mail to his address.  He's fine and doesn't need any medical assitance, he just needs time to process.

"I suppose you will want me to meet whomever sent you?  He asks after he hangs up the phone he gives Yelena his address in case they'll be willing to bring him ohome.

/ooc What would you like me to do?  I feel like I'm missing something. It seems Reid is in a position where he's basically at Yelena's mercy and can't do anything until she says he can.
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A bit of a laugh

"I wasnt sent by anyone   I want you to meet my associates and household"

Forcing himself to relax he'll take a seat again, doing his best to overcome the rising uneasy feeling he was getting.  "I'm okay with that but I will probably have a lot of questions." he says. "I mean, what happened to me?  What happened in the street isn't normal, not by a long shot.  Those bikers had fangs and claws?." Taking a breath he slows down, his mind still spinning.  He needed to get hismelf under control.  "And who are you?"  Ok, she did tell him her name but there's more to it than that and that's what his question is geared toward.  She didn't panic and run away from him like the deputy did.


/ooc if we're just waiting for a cooling off time, then Reid will just wait and try and get some questions answered before she's ready to go

Sighs  "As I said Im a descendent of those who exterminated your ancestors" she flexes an arm & very slowly silver white fur ripples from her flesh   leaving her as a 9 foot tall humanoidd wolf for a second you feel the fury in her the power then a moment latter shes human again



"You see now?"

Reid stumbles back a step, eyes wide, not quite believing what he just saw. "What," He stutters, eyes darting between the others in the room before settling on Yelena.  He then looks at his hands, then back to her. "You're like me, only different," he says after a few moments of his mind melting down at what he just saw. It was a statement, more than a question, understanding coming a bit more slowly.  Honestly, Reid didn't know what to think, other than knowing he was way out of his league. Feeling a bit defeated he sits down again, staring out the window of the hotel room.  "I feel like I'm in an episode of the Twilight Zone," he says shrugging. "This just doesn't feel real."

"Nothing is going to be the same, is it?"he asks more rhetorically than anything before looking up at her. "Those bikers were looking for me.  I thought they were just looking for a fight then they said they wanted my blood.  Does that mean anything?"

"They likely have some magical means of detecting yhour bature in your blood"

Reid nods, none of it making sense, unless of course you were in some sort of sci-fi movie, then it made perfect sense.  Still feeling out of sorts he shrugs. "Probably.  I have nothing else here to do and since you say going home isn't feasible, I guess I'm ready to meet these friends you mentioned wanted to meet me."

Truth be told, he didn't have anything he could do.  He didn't think they'd just let him walk out and after what happened on the street he wasn't sure he wanted to.  It was a small miracle that he wasn't more hurt.

"We'll go to my home for now then we can summon some spirits to make sure your properly  outfitted  then not sure what they'll be chasing yyou a while"

Reid will shrug and nod. "That sounds like as good a plan as any."  She speaks of spirits and such as if they're real but today has been weird, really weird.

they go a bit over hours then come to a sprawling mansion im the country its very lush & green

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 134):

Reid will keep tabs on the how to get back to this place from where they were.   He's internalizing everything that has happened so he's relatively quiet during the trip only answering questions if asked.  "Nice place" he comments as they arrive, impressed by the sprawling grounds. He's seen his fair share of mansions due to his family's connections, and his own wasn't bad but this was very nice.  He'll wait until they stop and exit the vehicle when prompted.

He's shown around the estate and given a rooom for now

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 136):

Reid will explore the estate to the extent they'll allow him, get some food and then relax.  There isn't much else for him to do.  "So who are your friends?" he asks.  "They obviously have money so my family and whoever this one is move in the same circles.  There's a chance I know them, or at least have heard of them."

"TTheir my trribe the Silver Fangs we tend to be affluent"

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 138):

"I see, that's not a term I'm familiar with but one I'm certain I'll become acquainted with in short order." He says.

Nods    "More then likely We are the leading Tribe of Garou or Wolf shifters and have the blood of your ancestors and all too many shifters on our hands why I seek to atone"

"Well," Reid says after a bit, "I don't know anything about your history, or any of this really, but I guess we'll see where this goes. I do look forward to, hopefully, having some answers."

With that, he'll simply wait with nothing more to do other than send a private message to his brother. "You'll see some stuff on the news, let the fam know I'm ok but I'm out of pocket until further notice. Talk to no one, you never got this from me.  Delete this once you get it.

few minutes latter message is deleted

Then there is nothing more to do but wait for her mysterious friends.

They come their well dressed & seem excited

Reid will wait for thew newcomers introduction before introducing himself, taking note of their dress, mannerisms, and anything else that would make them stand out.  "Reid McCrae," he says when asked, offering a handshake in greeting.

"One of the Apis returned after millenia Will all tragedys and hardships now be unmade?" One asks in a tone of awe & wonder

The others are clearly wondering the same thing

Reid will look between them all. "You make it sound like I'm some kind of messiah but I'm just a guy who's whole world got flipped upside down this afternoon." He says.

He nods "Its just I am hopefulwe can atone for our ancestors crimes through aiding you"

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 148):
Reid takes a breath considering the man's words. "I admit, that's a bit heady because I do t have any context. I don't even know what happened and didn't think I was anything beyond another rich kid before today. Honestly, I'm still trying to process it" He says and shrugs his shoulders helplessly I'll accept any help you provide but what am I supposed to do?"

For  now? survive and make plans to breed

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 150):

Reid will cock an eye. "That simple?  What, I need to go round up a harem of some kind?"  The question has merit but the incredulous tone in his voice over the absurdity of even asking it belies the fact that he thinks it's more than a bit crazy.

A bit of a chuuckle "You are the rebirth of your people you need to make plans forr theiir reemergence The servants of thr Wyrm will seek to interefere

"Well, then I guess we had better get to it.   If I'm this important, and as you say people want to kill me. We need a plan. I'll need bodybguards, safe houses, a place to learn I suppose, because I know nothing of this" he indicates everyone. "then we need women" he says ruefully, half jokingly, realizing how stupid that sounded.

" Eventually youj will yes need women for now focus on buillding infrastructure"

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 154):

"What kind of infrastructure are we talking?" he asks.  "My family is loaded, there isn't much I can't do with a good explanation."

"The infrastucture to train young"

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 156):

"OK, what kind? I imagine we can't do it here in Texas, we'll have to go somewhere more remote?" He asks.

"Say somewhere in europe?"

Reid thinks about it for a bit. His recollection of Europe was shaky at best.  "I spent six months in Budapest on a bender so I don't really remember it all that well and then a year in Stockholm, Sweden, at university once my family got me sorted out." He nods. "That wouldn't be a bad place, it's populous but also remote if you find the right place.  Only one problem, I don't speak Swedish but if we do it, That probably should be the place."
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nods "or maybe leave branching out for youur children?"  suggests

In reply to Capricious Wyld (msg # 160):

Reid cocks an eyebrow but keeps his thoughts to himself.  This whole thing is moving way, way too fast for his liking.  "Do you really think they'll figure out who I am that fast?" he asks, more rhetorically than anything.  "First things first, I guess we'll need to get out of town, or at least move out of my current apartment. I'll head over there now and clean it out.  I can get the important stuff AND then hire a cleaning company to "make it nice" as if I was still there.  No way a rich kid like me would clean his own room."  He'll chuckled at the last, saying it light heartedly trying to lighten the mood.

He considers things for a moment. "I will need to make some sort of excuse to my family as just up and moving would raise a lot of unnecessary questions." He pauses again.  "When do we need to leave?" he asks finally.

"By the end of the week"

Reid will nod.  "If you need to send someone with me, I understand, I think" he says still not quite believing he's doing this.  "Please take me to my apartment or call me a cab." he says trying to think of what he'll need.


Once on the way to the apartment, he stops by Walmart picking up several loadable debit cards and transfers $10k of his money to these cards.  Then, on his phone, he sets his crypto accounts to purchase bitcoin and other crypto assets so that once he's overseas, or wherever he ends up, he can transfer it back to whatever new accounts he has. (/ooc  have 5* in Resources and seeds to have as much of it liquid as possible).

At the apartment he packs his travel bags and then calls the cleaning company that has been doing his service to come do an early cleaning.  "Hello, yes, I'd like you to stop by a little early this week, later today if possible.  I have some friends coming to visit and I'd like the place to look good for them and then another visit one tomorrow." (.ooc no trail to follow if the place is clean)

When he leaves the apartment, his laptop, luggage and then finally, a "burner" cell phone that he then copies over from his cell phone, contacts and numbers, photos.  he then mails his cell phone to his brother after calling his fraternity. "Hey guys, party at my place tonight, I'll be late. Keys are in their usual spot, lock up when you're done."  He wasn't going to be there at all but he party would obscure his movements.


Can he really trust these people?  The woman saved his bacon earlier, literally so he really doesn't have much choice.

Once that's all done, he's as ready to go as possible.

Once his apartment is in order, he will double check to make sure no evidence of where he's going in the house, he will leave the keys where his "friends" can find them.  The more people that use the house the harder it will be to track him.

He will return to the others. "I'm ready go to", he says, the entire process of getting ready taking no more than two days.

They nod glad that that things are settled "Shall we go to the air port nolw that things are in order"

Reid nods. "I'm ready to go,' He says.  "Will we be using a private aircraft to avoid the publicity of the air ports?" he asks as he gets in the car.