2021-04-08 Anarch Paintball Bout 2
Anarch Paintball Bout 2: Bartok vs Nisha
Storyteller: Spade
Location: Firestone abandoned tire factory parking lot
Date and Time: April 8th 2021 - sometime around 1am
Summary: Anarch paintball bout 2, Bartok vs Nisha, how gargoyles do it
───<Spade>───────────────
Second bout of Anarch Paintball, the painters up are Bartok and Nisha. Access down to tonights arena can be gained by riding with Spade from the Warehouse district, which represents the major overlap between Camarilla and South LA territory, or simply by getting there by themselves. Presumably Bartok is more than capable of making it on his own power.
The paintball arena is set up in the parking lot of the abandoned tire factory, a loose circle of old cars sketch out a small play area, with various burned out hulks scattered around in the play area to provide cover and concealment. It's not so large across that both combatants can't see the other, this first bout is pretty basic. Although it's not well lit, so any kindred abilities for better sight in the dark, or even sneaking in shadows can still come in useful. Spade himself climbs up and stands on the roof of one of the outer ring of cars, for a decent vantage of the whole ring.
Both painters are offered a 9mm of the 'found on the street' type, which is to say, varied makes, and a mag with five rounds in it. Spade also uses a spray can to spray a target on their chests and backs, big dot in the middle, then a ring that vaguely covers the entire torso. Rules are simple, five shots, center mass scores 5 points, middle ring scores 3 points, outer ring scores 1. A seven point lead gets the clear victory. Spade will give both painters 'a while' after one person has emptied their pistol, for the other painter to empty theirs. Any bullets fired after Spade calls time don't count. Anything Spade determines to be 'being a dick' disqualifies you. Headshots are a good example of being a dick. Once both painters are armed and ready, Spade will call out a start. Painters, get to your positions.
───<Nisha>───────────────
Nisha arrives late and whistles and clasps, for Khadijah and Joe. "So sorry I'm late guys, got caught up in something.", winking to the giant Gargoyle next. "Let's hope to have a fair fight, Robbie.", checking the safety and magazine of her firearm. Popping the slide back and looking in the ejection port. "Your like fighting a tank, all I got is this here BB gun.", twirling the gun she was given and walking over to the starting position. Nisha squares off like it was a classic high noon duel, humming western music. She had to say something intimidating to cut the air, "Hey Robbie ....!", looking around because she had nothing cool to say. "... Watch out for rattlesnakes!", hand above her gun and ready to draw. Fingers twitching.
───<Bartok>───────────────
Robbie is so rarely seen out of Hollywood it might be cause for shock of concern to see him this far south. It's hard to tell when or how he arrives or precisely how long he's been standing in observance of the occasion. When it's his turn he simple evaporates out of Obfuscate and into existence. It is truely a terrible though indeed to know that this monstrous creature could be hiding anywhere at any time.
Up out of the shadows comes Robbie to take the weapon Spade offers. It is most certainly comically undersized in the Kindred's massive gnarled palm. Bartok's knobby finger very barely is able to cram through to the trigger. He holds the pistol with the same sort of overly-delicate touch one might expect the gargoyle to hold a tea-cup. Any more than a light touch would likely crumple the 9mm like the toy it was in his hand.
Robbie takes a moment to examine the 'cute' gun before he steps up into the ring, and looks over at the 'cute' kindred he was matched against. He stands still to allow Spade spray up the baseball tee he's wearing today like a urban primative being prepared for ritual sacrifice. With one final thorough check over his gun he nods to Nisha and then nods to Spade. He's ready.
───<Spade>───────────────
Spade gets up on that ring of cars, the roof he picks crinkling thanks to his weight, a nod to Bartok and Nisha is clearly ready. He casually gestures with a hand, "A'ight, fuckin' shoot each other."
───<Nisha>───────────────
Nisha dives rolls over a car, rolling to get into a close enough range. Bunkered down beneath a red rusted out convertible, before jumping over it - where Robbie should of been. "Where'd you go bro?", sniffing the air and walking ever closer to the gargoyles stealth trap. Getting shot in the chest with a bullet, "Ow, my boob - man.", rubbing the spot where she got pegged. "That's not fair. You want me to start using Disciplines?", pushing her sunglasses back up as Nisha's eyes glowed red.
───<Bartok>───────────────
Standing on the far end of the car park is Bartok, staring down his opponent. Robbie seems to prempt(or presume) Nisha being the more agile between them and stands his ground. When the bell sounds he vanishes again. There's a visual blur and a scuff of dust as he ducks towards the cover of the nearest rusted husk of metal. There would only be stillness and shadows waiting for Nisha as she closes the distance. The blur is seen once more, perhaps just a little too late when the creature pops up from behind a different car husk and fires in Nisha's direction. There's virtually no shock of recoil that runs through his stony rigid arms, not that they can be see. With the round fired he ducks back down into hiding again.
───<Bartok>───────────────
If it weren't for the soft barely audible thud of the bullet plinking against Bartok's chest it would be impossible to tell if Nisha even scored. She -did- score, though. What she scored would probably be able to be foretold after the dust had settled. Robbie simply doesn't even flinch after getting shot, or his blurry outline doesn't even flinch. He takes the hit and is gone again.
───<Nisha>───────────────
Nostrils flaring briefly, Nisha takes in a deep breath and smiles with her maw of daggers. "I smell you...", she tells the gargoyle, her voice was soft and soothing. "... lucky I'm not that good of a shot!", sidestepping and fire at the stone Goliath. "I don't think you even felt that.", Nisha tries to re-adjust her grip and aim. "Quit hiding, your gonna win this anyways.", resting against the back of a truck bed. In their horror-movie-esque cat and mouse game.
───<Spade>───────────────
Spade stands, the judge on the car roof, watching what's going on. Well... watching Nisha at least. Bartok is apparently basically impossible to see, and Spade has one eye, so give him a break. But, a vampire using their unique abilities to win at Anarch Paintball is totally legit, so no complaints come from him. He just watches with an amused grin.
───<Nisha>───────────────
At this point Nisha has probably lost a little sanity, taking the role of a movie villain. "Say hello to my little friend!", carefully popping shots at the gargoyle. Not trying to damage him or be that antagonist towards Robbie, but rather have a fun game. "Are we tied now?", Nisha asks while sucking her teeth clean.
───<Bartok>───────────────
Bartok doesn't have time to line up the shot he would have wanted. The scuff of his own crocs drags through dust, betraying him with both sound and the cloud of particulate that forms around him. He fires off a round quickly. The first of those rapid fire rounds from Nisha hits its mark. The rest whizz overhead as he rolls behind the cover of another rusted out junker.
───<Spade>───────────────
Spade doesn't reply to Nisha from his position over there at the edge of the arena, he'll add up the bulletholes in the clothing being worn after the bout is over. Although with Nisha blowing almost all her rounds it might end pretty soon, there is a potential advantage in firing off rapidly to get the bout over before your opponent can get through all their more careful shots.
───<Nisha>───────────────
"Alright Robbie, your clearly the winner.", pointing her gun straight in the air and pulling the trigger till it ran empty. *Click click click*, dropping the empty firearm with the slide locked to the rear. Nisha then put her hands on top of her head and turned away, providing an defenseless target. "Get your shots in."
───<Bartok>───────────────
The air is still for a moment. Maybe the Gargoyle thinks it's a trick or maybe he's surprised the game comes to an end. A few seconds of silence and dead air after the last of those empty magazine clicks. Then with a swirl of dust, the Chameleon Coat comes off. Robbie is standing there, a few feet from Nisha, staring at her with a tilted head. The gargoyle turns his head to peer up at Spade, who is presiding as lord of the battlefield like the One-Eyed Odin. He gives the Southsider a shrug that rolls up through his wings, and then levels that tiny pistol on Nisha's chest for a clear body shot.
───<Spade>───────────────
Spade hops down off the car and calls it, "That's it, score them kids." He comes over to get the pistols back and check out the sprayed on targets for bullet holes, "Good fight, I couldn't even see Bartok the whole time, how'd you even score a hit?" The question is to Nisha, but of course directed somewhat at Bartok too, who has 2 holes in his chest for a total of 4 points despite being effectively invisible. Nisha meanwhile has three holes for a total of 7 points.
───<Nisha>───────────────
Nisha hisses after being shot in the back - twice, "T'was only a flesh wound.", dropping her hands to the side. Looking back to Robbie and offering a sportsmanship handshake, "Good game.", being honorable about the match. Sunglasses turned to Spade, "Well, I'll head on out of here. Good luck to the other combatants.", offering a smile to them both.
───<Bartok>───────────────
Once Spade calls the match over Bartok walks up to Nisha and gives her a very a deliberate and respectful nod. Good fight, it seems to communicate. He turns to the sound of Spade's boots hitting the pavement, unfurling his hand from around the firearm. It sits in his palm like a tiny toy, waiting for Spade to take it back and put it into whatever toybox it belonged in.
───<Spade>───────────────
Spade takes the guns from Nisha and Bartok, toys for playing with indeed, not the tools anyone would really want for dealing with a vampire. But it does make for a fairly unorthodox but effective combat training for kindred, or perhaps just a lesson in not taking on a Gargoyle ever. He upnods to Nisha with her red eyes behind sunglasses, "I can give you a ride back north if you need it." Turning to Bartok, "I assume you don't need it, besides I don't think you fit in my car Bartok. Good game."
───<Bartok>───────────────
The Gargoyle nods again to Spade and then points to his knobby wrist. His wings spread a little wider as he jerks a thumb northward and prepares for take-off. This translated to something roughly about: "It's been real but I have to get back to work."
