#bergen_county

"If I had a chemistry lab, or a first aid kit with smelling salts maybe..." A frown. "Maybe they have an antidote. If there was a distraction, I could try to steal their supplies. But I'd rather just grab Ann Marie if that was the case."

"Not that I could carry her." A sigh. "I guess we do need him."

"I can carry her, but you'll need me to buy you time..." The cap says "i..shit.." angry at himself now "I am talking like a troll."

A glance to Zane. "Can you make the distraction? The longer we wait, the more they're..." His expression is dark.

"Give me a moment to build up the bunk. I'll have them see each other as the Rivervale trolls. I want a good bunk..if I fuck this up I'll never forgive myself."

"Also if you screw this up, I'll break both your legs" Dirk adds to the satyr

"If you fuck this up..." A glance to Dirk as he finishes the thought, and nods slightly.

He silently offers out glamour to Zane to help with the bunk, if needed.

All that he had earned with Lilly, and more, if he needs it.

"Aphrodite's tits, guys, no pressure" Zane curses, then takes out a knife, unbuttons his shirt, and begins to etch a scar over his chest. Symon recognizes the pattern as a nordic run for protection, and is that... the symbol for Nemesis, the Greek Goddess?

"Divine retribution..." He whispers, pleased.

Zane takes the glamour, but does not stop his working. As blood wells in the shallow cut, he takes the knife, and then runs the flat of the blade over Symon's chest at his heart, then over Dirk's.. no cutting them, but his blood over their hearts... three in one.

Dirk mutters "if you needed to bleed...could have tole me and.."

Zane ignores that too. The cantrip hovers, waiting... time incorporated.

And Zane races forward swift and fast and yells "SAPPHIRE GIANT BRUTE SQUAD ATTACK!!" throwing the energy on the group

Symon sneaks in behind them, digging into their supplies, searching, seeking rapidly, shadows called to help disguise him.

The shadows cling to Symon like a second skin... and he gathers up what looks to be a wifi jammer, a syringe, half loaded, and another spare tranq gun.

Checking to see if the syringe is labeled...

huh... 'antitdote'

handy that

Meanwhile, chaos breaks out as the men fire at each other, at least, enough of them do to confuse things...

Symon clicks the safety off the tranquilizer, not that he knows how to shoot a gun... and scoots over to jam the Antidote syringe right in a sensitive place on the snoozing Jonas. What? Troll skin is tough. Had to make sure it’d work. No matter if he’s being a bit... cheeky.

A grunt as troll eyes open

And then as they clear, they darken

And he crouched next to... well, somewhat behind, the troll. As he watches the other kinain, hefting his tranq rifle, and watching for any who dare lift one of the normal guns. If pointed at one another, he cares not. But if they dare point it at one of HIS...

The spell doesn't last long, but it's enough for a redcap to get in melee, and that is..something to see. Dirk invokes the Wyrd and turns into a ravening monster one hungry for blood, "I'm gonna feed you your balls through your ass!!"

"Dirk, language!" Anne Marie announces, then seems to catch herself "Oh dear god I need to consider context"

Once Jonas starts shifting, he makes for Ann Marie’s side, and starts sawing at her bonds with his pocket... scalpel? Yeah. Knives are so out of style.

"Symon? Dirk and you shouldn't be here" SHe whispers "It's dangerous"

“Then let’s get the hell out of here.” He whispers back.

Zane tackles a guy, even as a gun goes off. Later, the satyr will realize the bullet went through the uprights of his horns... and throw up, but for now he just stopped the cap from getting hit

A dead man falls and Dirk turns to face the next would be captor

If he manages to get Ann Marie’s hands free, he offers her the tranq gun. Glancing over to see what Jonas is doing. Hopefully he can move- trolls are too damn heavy to drag home.

Jonas is shifting form, focused enough to do so it seems

Did they drop Ann Marie’s notebook? If so, he makes a move to sneak and grab it. In case they did manage to crack that code...

In fact, they did. And Symon sees it wobbling near a sewer grate because..well, drama

His tongue whips over to try and snag it!

If Brenda were here, she might wonder just WHEN Symon's 18th birthday would be? Then be appalled! But she's not, so whew, good thing no one mentioned that. It would be awkward. The tongue slaps onto the notebook, and with a slurp, the tongue returns, this time carrying the notebook back to Symon.

Sure glad there are no cameras around here, an angry rhino breaking a guys ribs would be hard to explain in a warehouse in New Jersey

It would be useful if he could store things in his cheeks like a hamster... Alas, he has to slurp is tongue back in and pocket the notebook normally. Checking to see how many baddies Dirk has left...

Especially looking for that one who had been roughing up Ann Marie.

That guy is backing the fuck up and turning a gun on ... the son of a bitch is about to shoot Anne Marie? Or more likely, threaten to shoot her if the Cap and Rhino and Satyr don't stop!

A glance to see if any weapons have been dropped by the Capped ones... as he flattens back from view.

And he sees one... dropped, a real gun

and it looks, loaded

Creeping around to behind the supposed ring leader, fingers tightening on the weapon he picked up along the way, clammy hands on cold metal. not one to make a bold heroic stand, but he moves as silently as a sluagh can, to see if he can get behind the guy during this standoff.

He doesn't see Symon, as he points the gun at Anne Marie "I will shot her dead if you three don't stop" He says "You, rrhino guy, change back. Cap, I think you killed one of my men. I will not hestitate to blow out her brains if you try for me.. .and satyr boy, don't so much as wiggle"

And then the cold metal of a gun barrel pressed at the back of his neck. “Or how about I aerate your neck?” A whisper just as cold.

"Shit." HE drops the gun