Having seen some of their handiwork, I know they are looking. It shall not be nearly as easy as they believe it shall be. Having collected the traps I know they will be necessary for my awareness. I drop them nearby in a sewer hole I remembered previously. I have collected eight of them, one for every leg of the cephalopodic horror that awaits all.

I maneuver the man hole off, draping the traps over my shoulder.2008-07-16 13:27:16 Jake rolls 4 dice to moving manhole cover 2,7,5,10 (2 successes) I quickly slide it back, to avert any suspicious agents lurking nearby.2008-07-16 13:28:47 Jake rolls 4 dice to slide manhole cover  (Diff 5) 8,3,5,6 (3 successes) I quickly climb down and re-orient myself to the area. (sewer lore - 1) I go about trudging through the half filled muck, avoiding anything resembling the previous agents handiwork I came across. I start setting my traps, they are not tied to anything in particular. Whatever wire, iron, or debris that is near will suffice for my purpose. As they are submerged, the rusting should make them ineffectual in about a year due to the low oxygen environment. No need for baiting them, their own hard boots will only to late make them aware of their transgression. 2008-07-16 13:36:41 Jake rolls 6 dice to Setting traps (dex + sec) 1,1,10,9,8, 8,5 (2 successes) Not a well laid as I would like, but that should do. I quietly walk back toward the ladder leading upwards and to a fresh corpse, I am getting hungry again.
2008-07-16 13:39:06 Jake rolls 4 dice to slide manhole cover  (Diff 5) 6,5,3,8 (3 successes)
2008-07-16 13:39:26 Jake rolls 4 dice to slide manhole cover back (Diff 5) 3,3,9,7 (2 successes)

{Continued from: ‘An Irish Gala’ - ‘Muadhnait Fiachra Pub’}

Trudging back to the Hovel after leaving the Thorns Benefit, he knows the tunnels well enough that he is essentially on autopilot, but Hyde is still lost, if only in his thoughts. He has ever been uncertain of his place in the Kindred social hierarchy, too old to be trusted by the Neonates and Fledglings, yet too young and brash to be taken seriously by most of the Elders, he exists in something of a societal Limbo, never quite able to integrate with either side.

Of course, the stigma of being Nosferatu does nothing to alleviate such matters. Still, he wonders what exactly possessed him to even show up at Deidre's gathering, much less leave a calling card. "Stupid Hyde, that was really stupid." he mutters to himself in the darkness and filth. "She threatened you and your Brood and you send her a blasted 'get well soon' card?! What the hell were you thinkin'? It doesn't matter that you knew she had no intention of hunting down any of your clan, what matters is that she made the threat publicly and you managed to save face. You trumped that pansy-ass Arturo, hell you even saved more face than your own Elder." He pauses for a moment staring into the palms of his massive hands in the dim light as if to accuse them of some blasphemous deed they performed without his bidding. "But if you've got this all worked our so well me Droogie, why make such a long journey just to make some clandestine, sympathetic gesture?" He finally continues walking without ever answering himself.

He continues to contemplate the repercussions of his action, 'Will she come to me asking for help, thinking I wear my heart on my sleeve? Or will she take the enigmatic message as it was intended? As a simple commiseration that was only meant to tell her that she is not alone in her persecution, but that he can do nothing to help her at this point, as so many others cannot, and she has none to blame for this but herself.

2008-07-17 18:23:35 Hyde rolls 7 dice to Dex+Surv(Trap) (Diff 9) 2,2,4,3,7,6,8 (failure)

His train of thought is abruptly derailed by the 'click' under his foot and the feeling of water rushing far too quickly around his ankle before the steel jaws of the beartrap slam into his dead flesh.

2008-07-17 18:25:33 Hyde rolls 4 dice to Trap Damage 3,1,7,2 (failure)

Though the trap is clamped securely around his leg, for some reason the spring-mechanism did not trigger properly, so the teeth did no actual damage. Balancing on the other foot, he pulls the leg along with the offending piece of metal far enough out of the turbid, filthy water that he may examine it. After confirming his suspicion, Hyde goes from thoughtful to stark-raving-mad in as little time as the trap took to close. Screaming like some Norse Berserker, he tears the thing from his leg with both hands, snapping the chain as if it were an old rubber-band and contorting the trap into a worthless piece of scrap. He tosses the hunk of steel up on the walkway so that whichever of his careless neonate Broodlings that set the damn thing will know exactly who stepped on it.

He knows damn well it wasn't Beauty or Grey that altered the layout without telling him, that leaves only the new arrival, Quinn, or an even newer arrival he does not as yet know about from that Port city we have been receiving so much influx from recently. Just the thought of such an audacious breech of etiquette makes him even angrier and he hammers his fist down into the stone walkway at waist-level on his right, creating a crater in the stonework three-feet in diameter. "Gaaaahhhrr! I'll wring that bloody Aussie's little neck!"

And once again, he storms off, towards the Hovel.

{Continued in: '...And Reaping What You Sow' - 'The Hovel'}  

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Quinn will take his time wandering about the ol' stompin' grounds.  These are definitely the sewers he remembers but they seem to have crumbled a bit, there are new additions where the city has expanded in the last hundred years.  Some tunnels have been closed and others opened.  Some tunnels have collapsed where others seem to have been collapsed purposefully.  

Wandering about the sewers of his old home has a certain charm to it all, bring back some fond memories of the romps he and Mister Grey had back in the old days.  And things of all the new information Mr. Grey has been feeding him.  Will Workers in the city being set against us all by some crazy Malkavian...well....crazier.  Being under seige by the Sabbat packs who reside in the mountains, even a blood thirsty Malkavian prince who has already laid a blood hunt on 3 Kindred and plans to assualt the largest Sabbat pack we've encountered...

As Quinn, obviously not worried about the ground around him...

2008-07-17 21:40:58 Quinn  rolls 6 dice to Dex + Surv (Diff 9) (trap) 3,10,9,10,3, 10 (4 successes)

as soon as Quinn picks his clawed foot up from the next step there is the clank of metal.  From everything that Grey has showed him there should be nothing hear to make that sound...

All of a sudden, with the force of the jaws of some wild beast, the steel teeth of the trap clamp shut tightly around Quinns right foot...Those in the tunnels nearby will undoubtedly hear the unearthly howl that comes from Quinn.  Grey might recognize it, few others would.

008-07-17 21:59:15 Quinn  rolls 4 dice to Trap damage 6,3,8,1 (1 success)

2008-07-17 22:06:33 Quinn  rolls 3 dice to Soak 8,2,4 (1 success)

(No dmg, dropping blood point on str)

Quinns roar awakens a more beastial side of his nature, his blood pulses and throbs through his dead veins.  With a blind reach Quinn reaches into the flowing waters in the sewer and rips the metal from around his ankle.

2008-07-17 22:14:54 Quinn  rolls 4 dice to Careless trap dmg (Diff 7) 9,5,4,7 (2 successes)

2008-07-17 22:19:36 Quinn  rolls 3 dice to Soak (again) 5,9,5 (1 success)

In Quinns haste upon ripping the now mangled chunk of metal from his leg he opens a wide gash across his leg, letting out another beastly howl in the process.

Surely the old man isn't that careless to not tell him about a set of traps...no....Grey never used bear traps, nothing as unsophisticated as this.  Quinn will take the chunk of metal with him as he hurredly, and very carefully, makes his way back to the Hovel, ranting and raving all the way.