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>Rolled 4, 7 = 11 (2d10)
>Inhuman Strength
>Supernatural Speed
>Gain [Hunger] As hunger grows, patience and mercy weakens.

Taking a moment to sigh and take stock of her situation, Aideen spends a half second to take a picture of the grisly scene. Aideen was sure Alex Moore didn't want his name in media like this, a cooling corpse in a crime scene. Just as the chucklefucks crashed the door, Aideen reflexively flushed her undead body with amazing alacrity. She dashed behind the bathroom door, slamming it shut. In just another moment she leapt through the back window, elbows and knees first. Glass shattered around her and followed close behind like a razor sharp halo. She flew through the air over the gap between building, the third story roof just below. Kicking her legs and swinging her arms, she landed with just an ounce of grace before sprinting towards the opposite edge and dropping just out of sight.

Climbing down the other building was a simple task, her Inhuman Strength being an undeniable asset. From the alleyway she blended back into the nightlife, another anonymous straggler making their way on these busy streets. Now was the time to retreat and reconsider. If the Blood would let her. The previous stunt had left her hungry, a gnawing and persistent urge at the base of her brainpan. She would need the relief of warm sweet blood down her throat at some point. There had to be a bar or nightclub open at this time of night, a warm strange to cozy up with. Or maybe some street person would let themselves become vulnerable, some booze for a kiss. Or maybe just track a lone stupid soul far from friends who'd forget the face of their mugger if hidden behind some thick sunglasses.

Walking down the street Aideen felt the sole of her shoe come loose. She stopped and adjusted it herself knowing she'd have to replace them at some point. That's when she noticed the large black Great Dane staring at her from across the street. It was a massive, fierce looking dog, whose keen stare betrayed a cunning awareness. Around its neck was a chain collar and padlock. In its eyes Aideen could see two pinpoints of reflected light. Standing behind it in the darkened absence of street lamps was a woman. Her dress was dark and frayed at the hem. Around her neck was a stylized chain collar. And on her feet were two heavy steel toe boots. In her eyes, the same red points of reflected light. By way of some feral whisper, the dog ran into the entrance of the nearby park and she followed behind. Was this an invitation or taunt?

>Approach the Stranger? Go Hunting? Read emotions? Get new shoes? Fuck everything and go home? Something else?

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