When he noticed exactly what sort of state Quincy had come to him in, January sighed at the sight. "Oh by the gods Quincy." January said. "The fuck did you do this ti-?"

"We are out of time, they mustn't have it!" Quincy exclaimed before thrusting a small and ornately fashioned key with a tag of polished wood into January's hand.

January was left somewhat bewildered for a moment. But bewilderment quickly turned to annoyance as he heard gunfire and bat shrieks outside his door. "Gods damn it, Quincy." January muttered as he saw the approaching thugs both through the window of his apartment door and the hidden camera feed he'd pulled up on his smartphone. "Alright. Let's do this."

In a blur of vampiric speed, January flew through his apartment. The stained, stinking mourning wear he'd been dressed in for days now was replaced by a fresh set of clothing. His gladius was taken from the wall it had been embedded in and sharpened to an unnatural keenness before being sheathed for battle. Previously idle fingers sped across the smartphone screen, identifying each thug at his door and providing an extensive list of everyone and everything they held dear. When January returned to his front door, barely three seconds had passed.

Undoing the chain lock, January opened the door and stepped out into the hallway to stare down his would-be assailants. Despite his haggard appearance prior to his rapid preparations, January cut an impressive figure in that moment. He regarded the thugs with a gaze obscured by a pair of black sunshades. His right hand resting on the pommel of his gladius, his left hand holding his smartphone. Despite being outgunned and outmanned, the very sight of January was enough to give the thugs pause. January had a reputation across the city for being the sort of person was not to be fucked with, and threatening the interests of a well established vampire was considered entering their web for good reason.

"Good evening to you, Jack Mitchell, Alexander Pierson, Aidan Corbett, Colin Andrews, Jason Corbyn, and of course let's not forget the leader of this little outfit, Samson 'the Salamander' Phillips. How are the burns doing today? I hope you remembered to pick up your burn cream prescription this morning. I hear you forget to do so sometimes. It worries your sister to no end, you know... But I digress." January put away his smartphone and folded his left arm behind his back. "All of you know me. I know all of you." January said. "But what you might not know is that I recently lost a dear friend of mine and I am in no mood for any of this. So here's the deal. You leave now and never come back, and in return, I will forget that you and your loved ones exist. That sounds fair to me. Wouldn't you agree?"

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By planning an armed assault on January and his apartment, the chainmail assault rifle thugs have entered January's web and owe him a debt. January immediately cashes in these debts to add +3 to his roll to persuade them to leave via threats. He rolls an [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21681]11[/url].
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