Turf War

	ST As Victor wanders into the run-down neighborhoods, it’s easy to see the divide. Thick, greasy smog, chain-link fences, dead grass, cracked and pot-holed streets, and graffiti sprawled across building walls greet his eyes. As he passes, proudly displaying his tattoo and his yellow-and-black clothing, he finds himself averting more eyes than he draws. Cyril glides above, circling about in a standard patrol.
	Victor *Victor notices that his pressence is doing exactly what he planned, those not willing to mess with him know to keep a distance, He heads to the center of the neighborhood to the projects and looks for the tall tale signs of (insert gang name here ) He heads to the closest stoop and sits and simply waits, He knows that his presence should be noticed soon no gang will allow a blatent disregard of their turf.
	ST It’s hard to tell who in particular is a part of Los Comemierdas. Victor doesn’t notice any common colors or clothing types among those that openly track his passing. However, there is some graffiti that stands out on the side of a few of the buildings Victor passed: a dog’s skull with eyeballs in it that seem to glare balefully at passers by.
	Victor Victor would attempt to keep his eyes open and his ears, his epic perception would be strained to pick up anything at this point.
	ST From a nearby alleyway there’s a hiss: “Psst! Hey man!”
	Victor Victor would turn his head toward the sound, “The fuck you want?”
	ST In the alley is a youth—a scrawny fellow who clearly has yet to fill out into an adult frame—wearing a simple gray hoodie over a red track suit. A white do-rag covers his head, and very sparse facial hair is scattered under his chin. He looks around warily, then, keeping his hands at his belly, he makes a sign with his fingers. “Blood” it reads. After that he shoves his hands into his pockets and looks around again, trying to appear casual. “You new around here or some shit? This Tunante’s territory.”
	Victor Victor heads over to the scrawny kid, wrong sign kid, you should know that…and i dont care who’s territory this is…This is my shit now. You gotta problem with you should go find em and tell them to come deal with this shit on their own.
	ST The youth throws up his hands in vehement denial. “No sir, I ain’t wit’ the Shitheads. We cool, you and me.” He waves his hand between himself and Victor to punctuate his statement. “El Rey and el C-K. I’m just tryina save your ass, man.”
	Victor “Get the fuck outa here kid…now….in fact you spread the word that theres a king selling on this stoop. You do that…then we good….If not…he places his hand behind his back to indicate he is packing. Ill kill you my self…. This is my neighborhood now….Plain and simple. Now go….Tell everyone that ill be here all day.”
	ST The kid holds his hands up, open-palmed and shakes his head. “You fuckin’ crazy, man. Loco. Tunante’s gon’ eat your heart.” He backs away a little. “Even if I tell every last fucker in LA, ain’t no one gon’ be stupid enough to buy from you.”
	Victor “Tell em….Plain and simple….Tell em if they dont buy from me then Tunante’s boys will drop till they aint now suppliers left in this neighborhood. We clear?”
	ST The youth stares at Victor in disbelief. “Yeah man… we clear. I’ll tell ’em.” He backs away some more, then, when he feels he’s far enough, he turns tail and runs, climbing up and hopping over the nearby fence.
	Victor “Couple hours now….”he states to himself he looks up to the sky, “Sorry pop….things bout to get ugly.” Victor would wait to see what would pop off…. “I really didnt think Plan B would be so hard….Do this shit in New York I’da been shot at in 15 minutes….LA needs to pick up their game.” He chuckles to himself as he sits back on the stoop.
	ST Cyril perches on the top of the building from the edge of the alley. That boy reminds me of a mouse. Prey. You should’ve scared him better—make him piss himself. That would’ve been funny.
	Victor Victor looks up and chuckles and whispers to himself and to cyril. “Yea but cant have what I am out just yet….Stick to normal street shit for now, once Tunante’s got me on his radar ill take him out. Save the team alot of headache…….Or well unless he somehow stronger than me.”
	ST That’ll be just your luck if he were! says Cyril. I’d like to see a couple of your tailfeathers plucked! He cackles a little.
	Victor “You’re such a dick….” He chuckles. “Why would you want me hurt, you’re supposed to be looking out for me.”
	ST I said just a couple tailfeathers. More than that and this Tunante rutter will have to deal with me. Cyril puffs up his breast feathers to punctuate his point.
	Victor “Thats more like it.”
	Victor Victor looks around, for anything out of the ordinary, what was taking so long….Maybe a plan c needs to be inacted if this takes much longer, he thinks to himself.
	ST Not much later, a man wearing a black vest, a dark red button-up shirt, and black slacks saunters over, looking Victor up and down. The subtle shifting of cloth and grind of shoes’ soles on the pavement tell Victor that more people have surrounded him and are slowly closing in like a pack of dogs. His black hair is gelled back and his facial hair is very neatly trimmed. “You, señor, should pack up and leave.”
	Victor Victor smirks and whispers only to himself and Cyril unless anyone else has epic perception in the bunch. “Show time.” Victor would get up and look the man up and down then begin to count how many people are with him. “And who my friend is gonna make me?”
	ST The man rolls up his sleeves a little further, better revealing a tattoo on his forearm. It’s the same dog’s skull as pictured in the graffiti. “No one’s going to make you. We’re a civil group here, señor. I’m simply advising you, as a representative of Tunante himself. By nightfall, you should make yourself scarce, and never show your face here again… Otherwise the only yellow and black that’ll care to be around you will be the LAPD’s caution tape.”
	Victor Victor chuckles "Man fuck you and Fuck Tunatne. You wanna do me, try it ill kill you all. " Victor opens his arms out in open defiance to all of them. “If not Get the FUCK OFF MY STOOP!”
	Victor “AMORE DE REY PUNETA!”
	ST The man simply smiles. He then regards those surrounding Victor. “You all heard him, gentlemen.” A chuckle spreads through the group—eleven men total, but only the one who spoke is wearing the semi-formal attire. Still, the rest are clean-cut and well-groomed. “Your defiance has been noted. But you have until nightfall to change your mind.” The man motions to the rest and begins sauntering away.
	Victor “Might as well do what you got to do now, I aint going nowhere puneta. I see any of you again your dead….Then ima rumage through your wallets, find your addresses and your families are dead, your wifes, bitches kids, mothers, and your fucking dogs are dead.”
	ST The man continues walking away at the same rate, clearly ignoring Victor. One-by-one his crew follows him. They disappear around the corner.
	ST That one’s a predator. Cyril’s humor is gone. Something’s not right. I don’t like this.
	Victor “I know lil buddy….I dont care what he says….he is the man…Noone is that calm, noone gives me the chills like that…He is our guy…he doesnt fear death…must be like me…or like Tunante…Never met anyone that calm with a death threat….Not even me.”
	ST (( Fast-forward to nightfall? ))
	Victor (sure)
	ST (( All righty. ))
	Victor victor would be still sitting on the stoop smoking a cig
	ST The smog begins to darken when night starts to fall. Not a single person approached Victor for drugs—in fact, it seems like most people steered clear of Victor entirely. Those that did pass carefully avoided looking at him and crossed themselves quickly.
	Victor Victor is actually happy he didnt have to lie about drugs. He just wants to get to Tunante as quickly as possible. hes been on edge all day. He is also been rubbing the new trident tattoo.
	ST The sky darkens further, the only nearby light source a streetlight clearly on the fritz as its flickering yellow light casts schizophrenic shadows against the nearby building’s wall.
	Victor “Shit…Had to be shadows….This is going to be fun.” one legend spent for Spatial attunement Victor begins to send clicks from his mouth the same way he sees deep under water. To get a better picture of whats going on.
	ST Before he can see them, Victor can hear the man from earlier in the day conversing with another man with a deep voice given a harsh edge by decades of smoking. It’s in a language Victor doesn’t understand, full of "sh"s and "tl"s. Faint shuffling can also be heard from all angles. Victor’s clicks bounce back, forming the mental shapes of thirteen distinctly humanoid figures—eleven of which approaching from all sides and another two approaching from the front. A long shadow is cast in the flickering streetlight, though the one who’s casting the shadow can’t be seen himself. A deep inhale can be heard. “Olives.” It’s the smoker-voice, gravelly and just above a whisper. “You must be a Greek. Just like Tzinacantli told me.”
	Victor Victor Chuckles "You can smell me….Thats an interesting talent. Guess my rouse is over…but heres the thing. " Victor removes his yellow shirt “Now you know what I am, now tell me you seem to know about me, so you must be like me….” His tattoo begins to glow frost blue as he activates body armor. “What makes you think that your 11 guys trying to surrond me are any match for me… I’m Greek sure but im Boricua first. So I’m hard to kill…. You dont know what im capable of. Maybe im the son of Zues, or Hades himself, maybe im an intelectial son of Athena…. or a fucked up kid of Hermes…No matter what you showed your play, You use shadows…so you cant fight one on one…Good for me I suppose so this is going to become a battle of wits. Which im afraid you will lose….Now how do you suppose we settle this.”
	ST “Let me eat his heart, patrón,” says the voice from earlier. It’s eager now, with a tinge of ferality to it. “I haven’t eaten a god-child’s heart in centuries.” “Patience, Tzinacantli,” says the smoker-voice. “I don’t believe it’s a coincidence that Alejandra comes to town at the same time a ‘superhero’ and this Greek here do. But I am disappointed. She used to have more agallas than this. How much is she paying you, Greek?”
	Victor I dont know who the fuck you talking bout but I dont know no alejandra….Im here for one thing…You been dropping Kings around here…One of them about a year ago was my cousin…I just want revenge….Thats it. So either face me like a man, Tunante right thats what everyone’s been saying so show your face and lets do this….I didnt expect to find another like me…. and honestly its kind of refreshing to know im not the only one out there. But he was family…and that makes this personal.
	ST (( Manip + Empathy ))
	Victor Victor begins to take a step forward, into the darkness clicking as he moves
	Victor (lol i hate you)
	Victor 1 success lol
	ST (( HAHAHA ))
	ST A dark, low chuckle echoes off the buildings. The shadow doesn’t move in the slightest, other than its usual dance in the flickering streetlight. “You’re a terrible liar, Greek. Now. Why are you really here?” (( Blurt it Out, 9 more successes ))
	Victor I can resist right with willpower integrety +legend (())
	ST (( You can try, yeah. ))
	Victor (popping legend for 4 autos)
	Victor (and spending legend for reroll)
	ST (( XD ))
	Victor (still fail)
	ST (( You gotta tell him what’s going on as truthfully as possible now. ))
	Victor “Im here because im well im a terrible liar…Im here to draw attention to me…So that you will take an interest in me.. So that I can prove myself. Im here because I dont trust anyone else. Including Alejandra I could care less about that little too big for her britches bratt. I heard you were killing Kings, I came here because that made it personal. Im here to find you….”
	Victor ((he asked me why i was here not what was going on))
	ST (( True dat! ))
	ST “I see. Well. Here I am.” Tunante steps into the streetlight. The shadows play across his features, revealing only a little at a time. He wears a dark business suit, obviously carefully tailored to fit his slender form. His face is skull-like, reminiscent of the picture Angela provided in the powerpoint, but it doesn’t even come close to looking at deathly as this. He’s grinning—and Victor only knows this because his white teeth shine in the darkness. Two red pinprick lights glow from his deeply shadowed sockets. (( Aura of Dread ))
	Victor Victor would look dumbfounded as the words spill from his mouth.
	Victor willpower spent
	Victor Victor takes no chances and attempts to Surprise him by whistling signaling Cyril to attack he jumps fully forward in an attempt to grab Tunante hopefully he wasnt expecting it and the surprise would leave him defenseless if not Victors perfect partner Cyril will at least distract him a little bit ((http://www.gothambynight.com/scion/dexterity.htm#perfect))
	ST (( Okay, time to make JB rolls… ))
	Victor (4)
	ST (( Tunante rolled a 5, so he goes first. ))
	ST “Sit, boy,” says Tunante. (( Overt Order, 10 successes. ))
	Victor (willpower for Valor noone gives orders to Victor. Legend flare for autos rolling to resist.)
	Victor 10 successes…….i have to beat it or does defence win on a tie? cause i will spend legend to reroll.
	ST (( Let’s both reroll, no Legend cost ))
	Victor kk
	Victor (14)
	ST (( Nice. ))
	ST (( Victor’s and Cyril’s turn. ))
	Victor ((-2 DV for perfect partner mini coordinated assualt))
	Victor Victor leaps forward, grabbing the cocky son of a bitch by the body head, his tattoo glowing blue once again -5 legend 8 left for divine wrath to make next clinch aggravated. (more story coming depending on success of grab) spending one more willpower for veneance down to 5 This motherfucker gave Vic a command like he was some sort of puppy. Its not very VERY personal one more legend flare 1 left *
	Victor (21 successes)
	ST (( Holy shit ))
	ST (( 13 overflow ))
	ST (( Roll damage ))
	Victor ((kk one sec there is something he is trying to do))
	Victor Victor grabs the man, slides his arm around his neck and grabs his jaw with his right hand. "Noone gives me orders….NOONE….Im noone’s puppet not even my fathers. He begins to squeeze the mans jaw attempting to crush it completely trying to prevent him from speaking.
	ST (( Okay, now roll damage ))
	Victor ((11 aggravated damage from divine wrath. he would then attempt a second attack))
	ST (( Go ahead ))
	Victor Victor would then after what ever happened tap his own arm twice and hold his arm forward from the mans chest as a trident appears piercing the mans chest as it manifests. (rolling at 0 dv)
	Victor (5 overflow 11 -2 for second attack became 9 dice) Rolling damage)
	Victor (9 lethal damage)
	ST (( Divine Damage Conversion, converting the 11 Agg to Lethal, and is thereby fully soaked; so too is the trident )) A chuckle rumbles up from Tunante. The trident doesn’t even scratch the man, only serving to tear his business clothing.
	ST Cyril, seeing his friend on the offensive, girds himself and dives from his high perch right as Victor grapples him, adding insult upon injury.
	ST But even his razor-sharp claws cannot rake Tunante’s flesh… if indeed flesh is what he has.
	Victor Victors eyes widen he has never met a creature yet who could withstan his attack “Fuck…..”
	ST (( Okay, next tick… ))
	Victor ((this is gonna hurt lol))
	Victor ((plan B FAILURE!!! lol))
	Victor ( meg learned from the octopus)
	ST One of the figures that had surrounded Victor shambles forward, groaning. The faint smell of formaldehyde overwhelms him. It lifts its arms up and proceeds to beat against the Greek.
	Victor ((HAHA thats right the gangsters are zombies!!!!))
	Victor ((fuck my life)
	ST Its blows are ineffectual, however.
	ST (( Next tick… ))
	ST The ripping of cloth is quickly followed by a wetter tearing noise. It’s over in an instant, followed by loud, high-pitched screeching laughter. Suddenly a big, black, furry blur dives at Victor, wrapping giant leathery wings around him.
	ST (( 13 L ))
	ST (( And Victor is now clinched ))
	Victor ((and im sure it ripped me off of home dude))
	ST (( You know it ))
	Victor *one legend damage conversion 7 left no damage)
	Victor (im still over here shaking my head with Divine Damage conversion)
	Victor (fucked my whole day up lol)
	ST (( Zombies turns ))
	ST Four more shambling groaners close in, tearing at Victor. (( I imagine 8B is soaked ))
	Victor 13b
	Victor ((13 b 10 l 5 a are my soak values))
	ST (( Okay ))
	ST (( More zombies and Tunante ))
	ST After being freed, Tunante makes a quick motion with his hands. Two zombies step forth and grab Victor’s arms, spreading them apart to bare his chest. He can feel the thing’s hot breath—which smells rancid and coppery—on his chest. Tunante stares Victor straight in the face. The flickering light gives his flesh a dark, bloody cast to it… and the faint sounds of unearthly screaming, crying, and wailing fill Victor’s ears. “You’re going to run back to Alejandra and you’re going to bring her to me.” (( Dreadful Mien at 15 successes and Instant Hypnosis + flare at 17 successes ))
	Victor (not even rolling resistance)
	Victor (cant do that lol)
	Victor *Victor’s eyes glaze over (roll my will virtue at 3 dice now if you get more than 5 successes i cant leave due to Valor once i leave roll for Vengeance at 4 dice if you get more than 4 success i cant leave Willpower will drop to 4 if i can run from valor will then drop to 3 if i can turn and run away from vengeance)
	Victor ( i really dont want to spend that willpower but have no choice with what hes making me do)
	ST (( Doesn’t beat 5 ))
	ST (( Once you leave I’ll roll for Vengeance ))
	Victor Victor shakes free of the bat and Jumps has hard as he has ever jumped out of the combat zone
	ST (( What’s your jump range again? ))
	Victor (52 up 26 yards out)
	ST (( Okay, rolling for Vengeance. ))
	ST (( Does not beat 4 ))
	ST (( And that’s that… you must run until sunrise ))
	Victor Anyway Victor jumps for hours in the direction of his safe haven the ocean once there he would swim until sunrise before he snapped out of it. His heart feels heavy and he knows not exactly what the hell has transpired but he knows that that mother fucker will die….and by his hands. Victor would swim to shore and try and find out where he was he would take a cab back to the hotel, no matter the cost. The trident resting back on his arm in the form of a tattoo. However far he is out he wouldnt care He’d make harry pay the cab fare. during the ride he would make an uncomfortable call to Alex and leave a voicemail stating he failed he met the man and he couldnt do it alone. He would mention to alex that he is as tough as he is and could make him run from a fight. If we are going to have anychance of protecting this girl….Alex better call him asap and give him EVERYTHING he his hiding. There is no way in Victor’s mind Alex didnt see that coming.

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