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  2. Yoyo casually walked around the apartment with an calm air of serenity about her, taking in her surroundings. It was certainly much different than most homes in Gondolin. Life might generally be more comfortable in the Coalition, or at least it appeared to be, but they lacked the true freedom of the Apostates due to things like the ubiquitous Mesh. A cage was still a cage, no matter how gilded it may be, but it was shiny enough to blind most citizens to the reality of their situation. "You have a lovely apartment, Detective O'Quinn-Kurosagi. I thank you for opening your door to us." she said to the dective, giving her a slow, deep nod with her eyes closed, apparently gesture of respect or thanks, just moments before Yoyo's sparring drone arrived at the apartment with a small case. Still, the fact its unexpected arrival drew some attention, if not actual suspicion, from O.K. "I sent for my things. Though I appreciate the loan of the robe from the first responders, I would feel more comfortable in my own attire." Yoyo explained. O.K. relented and let the Drone inside. Immediately it walked over to Yoyo. and held out the case, which Yoyo opened. With a sensual shrug of her shoulders the robe fell from her body, leaving her standing completely nude, thought with her back to the apartments occupants for the most part, as she reached into the case and withdrew some garments. She seemed totally comfortable (and with a body that looked as divinely sculpted as her's, who wouldn't be?) as she retrieved several garments from the case. She slipped on a black, skintight suit with a dancer's graces, stepping into it and pulling the garment up her long, shapely legs before undulating as she slipped her arms in and arched her back causing her skin to faintly shimmer metallic as the motion pulled the suit up and to her body. The seam gradually closed and disappeared over the next several seconds and the nano-machines did their work, sealing her in for the time being as she polled a flowing, hooded robe from the case and slipped it on. The robe appeared to be a simple linen with accents of black. The monk spoke as she dressed, organizing her thoughts at a bit as she tasked her agent to find out whatever it could about her new companions, "If you wish to continue looking into the matter at hand, then might I suggest that I have access to resources and information that you many not. If they would be of assistance, then I offer them fully and freely." Yoyo offered as she withdrew the last two items from the case; a set of gravitic batons. She casually spun them around each hand a time or two and then collapsed the pair, allowing her to easily conceal them beneath her robe along with a few other odds and ends from the case. "And I think some of my memory may be returning." she said, though it was clearly just a facade of feigned memory lapse, judging by the faint smile on her lips. "When I met Tilda today, about hand hour before we were assaulted, we were talking about the explosion. She told me that her... friends... were not responsible, and I believe her. But she also told me that a 'good' friend on Mars sent word that a Marine contingent left Mars about three hours prior on an unscheduled training supersize. She and her friend seemed to think they are coming here...”
  3. Yesterday
  4. Vesper just nibbled at the food, watching and listening. Izona's interest in teaching them magic made sense now, but she couldn't shake the feeling there was a somewhat sinister edge to it. In any event, none of them controlled their own movement between worlds, so Izona was in for a disappointment...hopefully she wouldn't go mental over it or anything. The potsticker thingies were pretty good.
  5. well this isn't a democracy and this isn't a majority rules. I told myself that I would only do this if everyone was 100% on board and one of us is adamantly against it and another will do it but doesn't really want too so.... thanks for considering it and as I said before i will look at the goals y'all wrote down and come up with something.
  6. Good afternoon, party people. I'm outvoted and I'm outgunned, but I'm going to give it my best shot. Simply put: I love the world you guys have built together, the progression from point A to point now, the love and care and literary craft you've poured into making what it is from the intial blank slate nina presented to you at first chargen. It's an amazing canvas, and what I've been waiting for is the perfect opportunity to let a young character take her chances leaping into it with her life steady behind her and her head on straight. I was at that point three and half months ago when Nina elected to blow up the setting and put us all in the pods. Bit aggravating, but I ultimately decided to grin and bare it through the whole dystopian scenario, and Nina's touch of getting us back to the world that was by thwarting pandora? Brilliant, and more fuel to my pent up fire, more stories spinning up behind my muse ready for the unleashing. Scrapping the setting, the character development, in part or whole now? When we've literally just won everything back? That dismisses the entire struggle all our PCs have been through, and that would be a crime in my eyes.
  7. I am totally on board for a reboot, for the record. The specifics of what kind of reboot, and what it means are up for discussion, but I'm super cool with the general idea.
  8. Consider something like groundhog's day. There's something you guys are supposed to do... and you haven't done it, not this time, anyway. So The Cosmos puts you back where you started. This is Weirder Stuff, so no one says it has to exactly the same, allowing you a 'do over' on certain things you didn't like about your character. What if Devin wasn't super cocky and instead awkward around girls? What if Lily's home life wasn't as good as it's portrayed in the TT game? The pressure for her succeed is borderline abusive and maybe she has serious anxiety issues (just hides them well). What if Kia actually is an alien life form that wants to consume all organic matter on the planet? What if Sean's awesome coding, engineering, and hacking skill actually gave him powers that dealt with technology instead of just giving him tits. What if Sara was hottest, nicest girl in scho... yeah, that's just too weird. What if they actually dealt with high school for longer than 1 story? After EP1 everyone was emancipated, working for the government, had unlimited resources, were successful philanthropists... then they went to a dance... then there was no more high school. A reboot is an amazing way to embrace a lot of the opportunities you guys missed. With a wider breadth of NPCs to work with, it will be easier to form bonds and write interesting plots involving those 'familiar faces'. Just some thoughts.
  9. So Sara, being a new GM, was like, "So you guys will be playing... uh... yourselves! Yeah. You'll play yourselves." Hehe. I'm good with it (and I still have my baseline/starting sheet!). Really it is a simple, but rather elegant solution to the power curve we were all maxing out at..
  10. I'm pondering what you're pondering, Nina. I like the idea of Sara DMing and the reboot (of a sort), even if others may not. After defeating the Titans that were threatening Earth/Humanity, how much more is there to deal with that wouldn't be trivial to ones with the power of the Irregulars? Yes, we can write about how our characters are adapting and dealing with it, write about them spending time with their significant others, but that only goes so far, and means less when even the potential for any threats or inconveniences is minuscule. With the reboot as proposed, what we have written isn't swept away. If our characters were invested in their characters, what they experienced in the 'game' would still affect them, at least in reflecting on how they'd feel if something like it really did happen. I presume we'd still develop powers, if not on the same world demolishing/unbalancing scale. If some people just aren't feeling their powerset (or character for that matter) anymore, they would have the opportunity to adjust things. But mainly, I feel we can write and tell more interesting and compelling stories from lower on the mountain of power than from the pinnacle. And nothing says the Irregulars couldn't go back and play in Sara's 'campaign' again, if people still wanted to write about their ultra-powered alternates. Anyone else want to ring in, yay or nay?
  11. Hehe, sorry, I thought it was a rhetorical question.
  12. i guess not... thanks I will look at all of this and see where to go from here
  13. Kia's goals are...complex. 1) Resolve the conflict. Kia has been torn between conflicting desires. On the one hand, she wants to take advantage of her powers to explore the world in ways she otherwise couldn't...and to explore the limits of her own ability to transform and become. On the other, she's always felt an ache for the life she had to leave behind, where she was a normal person, taking simple pleasure in a life well lived with friends and family. There's no easy way to resolve this conflict...except maybe there is. She wants to have her cake and eat it too. She wants to use her abilities to create a perfectly human 'version' of herself, with perhaps somewhat edited memories, that can ''step into' her old regular life and just keep going. She'd create a specialized Q-construct, or Clone, 'caretaker' to keep an eye on her, renewing it as necessary. As for the mechanics, I was thinking perhaps it would be a 'homunculus,' in rules terms. The homunculus of a human is a tiny little critter...but Kia's true form is much larger. Perhaps a human-sized homunculus is feasible? Human Kia would probably have an officially different identity, just so she didn't get associated with the Keys though. Meanwhile, Kia herself...finally free of the forever war...would descend into the ocean, where she will be free to explore places no other person has ever seen...and free to test the limits of what shapes and powers she can encompass. From there, the potential to burrow into the crust exists...or perhaps see if she can create an extension of herself to go into space. Everything's easier from the sea regardless, since she doesn't need to be nearly as concerned about freaking everyone out. 2) Keep in touch. Kia isn't wanting to shut everyone out. She'd keep the mental link intact. I think she would ask the Irregulars to leave her 'normal' self alone as much as possible, for fear of getting her swept up in those Key-related events. If anyone wanted to visit with her, they'd be welcome to join her under the waves, or she could create a clone or something similar to meet with them on land if preferred. Kia can retain powers as long as she wishes, so she'd grab Lilly's Clone before heading down. Quite possibly a few other abilities from various Irregulars as well. Telepathy's always good for communicating with the fishies, even if they don't have much to think about. All this also means that if there's a big enough disaster or danger, she would still be 'on call' to help.
  14. Last week
  15. Nina i could piss everyone off with chapter 4... SalmonMax Or you could just confuse us with cryptic comments about it. Nina kinda what i am doing SalmonMax I presume she means the rules of AWS, given the context. Jeane oh, yeah. we could totally come back to 'all your base are belong to us' with rashoud cackling atop a throne of surgercally removed nodes. Nina oh no jeane it would be nuch more radical than that Jeane heh. long as you don't remove the powers again, I can roll with it and extract some fun in the process. 49 mins Noir we could play the Irregulars playing their D&D game Nina not quite but close... i would have this all have been sara's first attempt at running a campaing for all of you.... jeane was a late comer when his dad was transferred in in the middle of the year... all of you hated it cause face Sara sucks as a game master but sean secretly kept cajoling you guys to stick with the miserable game until the end cause after all she is his first ever girlfriend and likely his last... any way the game has just eneded and the campaign is over... and thats where it picks up with y'all being just a bunch of nerd high school kids... 42 mins Nina i bet that kills chat Nina see that would be a reboot with actaully rebootng 38 mins Nina kinda briliant huh 38 mins SalmonMax Hehe. Would we need to do new sheets? 38 mins Nina of and the missing characters... they were always just npcs 37 mins Nina yes max you would.... lol 37 mins SalmonMax lol 37 mins SalmonMax It feels more like an epilogue than a reboot, but I guess it all depends on what happens next, arr 37 mins Nina and who knows sean might of even got lucky after all his effots 36 mins Nina it's weirder stuff max... there is no epilogue it has to end for there to be an epiloge and no shit just keeps getting weirder.... and that is where the rewritten rules come in 35 mins Nina who here has seen the phantasm movies? Are you Pondering what I am Pondering?
  16. I am not all that partial to a specific time we return. Check on loved ones (Devin, Kyle, Mom and Dad). Did Kyle's 'fix' of Sara still happen? Is he okay? Did it 'fix' him too? What's wrong with Devin? Can she help? How are her parents? Is her dad okay? If he is, then she'll prolly kill him (jk). Is her mom pissed at him too? You know, all of that fun stuff and Lilly will prolly keep one of herself at Devin's bedside or whatever. Figure out what she is going to do with Kyle exactly as well. Discourage the idea that Keys are not human. In Lilly's mind, Keys are still human, just with abilities that most do not have. Take a break. Lilly has been through a wringer emotionally (and to a lesser degree mentally), and the actions/reactions of the others to her in the tube room and after was a bit eye-opening. She needs to just chill, get a hole of herself and her emotion, sort things out and center herself again and all of that. She does not have to do it alone, but she just needs to chill and/or have some fun to blow off some steam. Plan and prepare for any of the Titans minions who might still show up. Yes, they seems to mostly have 'organic 'robots' as minions, but there did appear to be some who were free thinking. Who knows how dependent everything was on the titans. With them gone, there may be a power vacuum that one or more tries to fill (supposing the entire 'empire' did not collapse.) This could mean exploation and such, and considering that Lilly has set foot on an alien planet with intelligent life, she prolly has her curiosity raised as to what is out there. Alternatively, considering the Irregulars just brought down the titans, any minions (or others who are now liberated) might want to steer clear of Earth and the Irregulars (or possibly even show up and wish to serve us)
  17. dude you need to lighten up... i was being funny
  18. I have no idea what you did with Charlie at this point - I'm not planning on returning to the game. If you want thoughts on what he will be doing as an NPC, I am willing to offer them.
  19. That's an interesting way to put it: 'live Sean's dream'. Why would anyone want to be their own person while living in Sean's shadow, right? That's exactly what it's like being with the Irregulars. Despite notions to the contrary, Marissa is one of the 'good guys' and in a time when she needed friends and support (with her brother gone and family cast off to another world) it was easier for the Irregulars to cast her out than to deal with her. That's exactly what the Irregulars did. While individual perceptions may vary, of course, it's that perception that forges a reality and that's her reality of them and how they deal with things. If it's not something they can blow up, beat down, or mentally manipulate into thinking their way... they discard it as some obviously defective item not worthy of their attention. Who needs friends like that? While she could have gone and done those things, all she really wanted was her family back. Friends would have been nice, but everyone proved that they were not really the 'stick it out' type and that doesn't really make for good friends, does it? Like most of the Irregulars, she has her fair share of issues. She's mental, like the rest of them and she needs more than anything to be and feel loved (especially since her powers generate fake love in people, finding real love is bliss for her). All her powers are fake, no matter how much people 'love' her, she's always alone... save for those she knows are family, which in this case is pretty much Devin now, since the Irregulars blew their chance. That would be the safest route for Marissa, since the other route is her becoming completely unhinged and not just ruining people, but completely destroying their minds to the point of worshiping her. We're talking full blown cult, with no regard for people's free will (after all... as the superior species they should be thanking her for the opportunity she gives them to bask in her radiance and beauty). All to fill the void of loneliness and desire to be loved. At some point she'd either need to be incarcerated or destroyed. Besides, the two of them and functioning NPCs that can provide actual assistance makes for a far greater story than 'drooling in a bed somewhere' coma patient.
  20. see i figured marrisa would go off to hollywood and become scarlett johanson, charlize theron, brie larson, whoever else all combined in one as she systematicly dismantaled courtney's world and lived Seans dream, while making millions and become the queen of entertainment and gossip. but if you want her to have become a recluse thats cool. as for devin thats cool too.
  21. Instead of Devin being a brain dead dolt I got a stellar idea... he gradually gets better and then goes home to his sister who has been living alone, with no income or means of knowing if her family is okay after her parents were shipped off to another planet with no means of returning home for 'their safety' and her brother went undercover to play a villain that ended up with his mind melted. Devin is a Mega-Genius about on par with Abel and Sean, but sees no reason to return to the Irregulars since Abel is out buying up all the Keys he can to replace people who leave the team (yeah, making a 'warp' NPC to replace Devin was a serious dick move). Since the Irregulars have everything they need or a means of conjuring up everything they need/want whenever they want, he really won't see a need to be apart of the team. If they need a ride they can ask one of Abel's interns. Need a Temporal Manipulator? Ask one of Abel's interns. The group is a pretty self serving entity with no real direction or leadership. That's not really something he can jive with. He's an idealist, a leader, and the Irregulars are one big gaggle of reactors with a major lack of tolerance and interpersonal skills. Devin and his sister, however, are both hot heads with a vindictive streak a mile long. They are far from angels and certainly in no position to judge the Irregulars. They are in a position to just not like the organization or its members for whatever reasons. So instead of a braindead, bed-ridden, addled, up on a shelf NPC (it's bad enough he gets NPCed as a moron who talks like he has a 4th grade education), he and Marissa would be better used as Divis Mals, or Magnetos. They simply want what is best for Keys, not America, not the people, not truth, or justice... just the Keys. After knowing and seeing how poorly the world has treated aliens and Keys, it'd not be a stretch to assume that Devin is no longer a team player with the military or any organized government or religion and since the Irregulars are constantly licking the boots and kissing the rings of any agency willing to pay attention to them for five minutes... Devin wouldn't be able to stomach that. They're not terrorists, and they don't want war (blowing up the planet just fucks things up for everybody). He just wants to make sure that Keys are treated as the superior species that they are (you read that correctly), not exploited by mankind or its governments or corporations. He can set up a sanctuary for Keys who want to get away from humanity, especially ones who may have ended up looking a tad 'off' or whose powers might be a bit more than humanity is ready for. Maybe him and Marissa get themselves an island somewhere, or a carve out a home somewhere in the American Mid-West (because seriously... does anyone even really use it?). Maybe Eden, Arizona... only a few people live there anyway, they place is a dive. They wouldn't be the enemy of the Irregulars, simply two different factions of differing opinions. Indeed as Keys, the Irregulars would be welcome in his domain anytime. He'd be willing to help if he could, especially since if it involved furthering the Key agenda or keeping the world safe from some outside threat. Reconciling with the Irregulars, however, is not something that would be likely to happen for Devin or Marissa. The only one Devin can truly tolerate is Lily and Marissa just blames them for every problem that has ever happened... ever (whether it's actually their fault or not). Or he's a drooling bed-jocky filling up a bedpan 'off camera'.
  22. Jexa sat back, calmly listening to the back and forth. Almost right away a single word stood out to her. Her curiosity peaked, she made a small gesture and a translucent blue ribber of energy extended in front of her eyes. She casually looked around the room, letting the HUD of the visor highlight objects before slipping from her seat and out of the room. She began to walk the halls of the ship, passing through common areas, hallways and maintenance corridors alike, always looking around as she listened in to the conversation through her comms, finally returning to mess and taking her seat again.. "Joy." she muttered and reached into her pocket, pulling out a small stone which she held at about head level and let go, allowing it to float and slowly circle her head, just in case the ship decided to open the airlocks. It was bad enough that they knew so little about the ship, but now to discover it was sentient and apparently a bit sensitive? There were enough egos to deal with on the ship already, without the ship having its own. Jexa sighed and shook her head. "So how did you come to know so much about the ship?" she finally asked the felinoid as she rocked back in her chair.
  23. I would prefer the Irregulars returning closer to then the satellites went live, but will accede to what the majority prefers without recriminations. So far, Sean still agrees with curtailing the number of Keys unlocking, if not necessarily so absolutely. If such thing as 'natural' unlocking (whatever that means) is possible, and if the God Particle is real, then Sean definitely wants to impede anyone actively trying to force or manipulate people to unlock, especially after what we've seen as to where that can lead. Goals 1 - Global Advancement: Sean wants to continue fostering cooperation between nations and between Keys and humans, elevating the efficiency and capability of a world body/government, and help educate and guide humanity as a whole towards working to help and better everyone instead of the self, and providing them with the tools to do so. These tools will also hopefully mean Humanity doesn't NEED to rely on Keys to solve their problems, friendly Keys would just be a bonus. If necessary, develop devices/tools to help humanity deal with dangerous/antagonistic Keys. 2 - Exploration, Eventual Colonization: With the help of friendly alien societies and the Gate Technology, look for other suitable planets/solar systems for humanity to spread too. To give opportunities to those who feel like they have little or none on Earth and are looking for a new start, even if it promises not to be easy, and to help relieve the stress and tensions Earth is already suffering from high population and environmental neglect. Sean isn't much interested in exploring other realities - there's enough to explore in this universe, and she had memories of many 'what ifs' even if Pandora had a hand in their creation - but doesn't have much issue with the others doing so. As long as they don't make other universes' problems our universe's problem. And for the love of God, do NOT bring our Mirror Universe counterparts to this universe. 3- Rest and Recuperation: Sean wants a vacation and sometime taking it easy with Sara, away from saving the world, and away from Earth, if necessary. And also to find out what happened to Sara while we in the quantum construct. If she was possessed by Pandora and kept aware or unaware of what happened, or if she experienced/witnessed something completely different.
  24. Nadya squirmed as Evelyn cupped her chin, long nails prickling her skin. She could out-bench anyone on the football team who didn't have a God's blood running in their veins, but Nadya had the distinct impression that if she tried to jerk out out of Evelyn's grasp, she'd be leaving her jaw behind. Who said anything about love? Nadya privately replied to Evelyn, then asked herself, Who said anything about love? "My house is just fine, thank-you!" Nadya muttered, voice slightly slurred by Evelyn's hand mildly squishing her face. "Sure, it's a bit messy, but I know where everything is." Evelyn gave the Romani girl an exasperated glance as she let her go and just pointed down the hallway again. Nadya gave her a look of bemused and completely feigned innocence then trotted off down the almost cramped hallway. She eyed the racks and displays of clothing and shoes with interest and want, hands reaching out greedily before she pulled them back. Sure, she had a golden ticket, but there was a lot in this place that was catching her eye and likely Evelyn wouldn't miss a piece or three. On the other hand, Nadya wasn't sure what the property taxes were like on a Tardis-shop. When the hallway opened up into another area filled with dresses, Nadya stopped and stared. She wasn't entirely sure what a Sylph - she should probably read more of the old Greek books Archie kept suggesting - but there was not missing Sylvia, presuming this was her. Pale as milk, hair the colour of snow, with lips a faint shade of lavender and eyes a light shade of grey, Sylvia was quite the sight, almost as tall as Rae-Rae, but Abercrombie & Fitch thin, dressed in black, ripped jeans and tanktop. From what Nadya could see, she was inked in tattoos of black and dark blue all over her arms, legs, midriff - and likely more - and she swore, whenever she looked away and back, the tattoos were slightly different. Oh, and Sylvia must've had five pounds of metal piercing her face - and definitely not only there. Nadya had a nose-stud, a small eye-brow ring, and several piercings in each ear. Sylvia had more than that just in the bridge of her nose. She looked like Heroin Hellraiser Barbie. "Yeh?" Sylvia said in a bored, disinterested voice, arching a doubtful brow that chimed with all the metal in them. Her accent was sort of a mix between something Irish or Scottish and a Southern drawl. "Evelyn said I should speak with you," Nadya replied with a wide grin as she swaggered forward to the countered Sylvia was slouched behind. "She said you could help me with a dress - and shoes! - for Prom. Black." Sylvia made a show of straightening from her lackadaisical slouch, giving Nadya a contemptuous, smirking once-over, then sighed. Her snow white hair seemed to move more than it should, as if gusted by a light breeze that touched only her hair. "Ya nid tha'elp'." While Nadya tried to parse what the Hades the supposed sylph had just said, Sylvia snapped her arms over the counter and grabbed her pigtails, giving them a sharp yank. There was a puff of pink and blue sparkles from Sylvia's hands. Nadya reached up and pulled her pigtails into view - which seemed a good deal longer - then stared at Sylvia again. "Did... did you just pull my highlights out?" Nadya stammered. "Th'all dinnae doin' ya any favors, girl," Sylvia drawled, walking around the counter then circling the shorter girl, looking down her nose at her. "Lessa sea wha wi be havin' ta work wit'." ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ When Rachel found Evelyn and the girls, she found Nadya out of her ridiculous Harley Quinn getup and wearing a revealing, gossamer dress. There was a distressed look on her face as a tall, pale, stainless steel pierced woman behind her had a vicious, delighted expression on her face as she tightened the integrated corset. "Oh-ergh!" Nadya gasped/grunted around a smile. "Hey, hey, Rae-Rae," she greeted her friend. There was something like a twang that she hoped wasn't one of her ribs. "I was just teasing - you'll look great in either dress. And I would never post pics of online." Not without a good reason. Sylvia finished torturing her and Nadya flipped her ponytail over her shoulder - a single tail, smooth and straight that almost reached her ass - and glanced at herself in the tripartite mirror. Her trim waist looked almost half again as small while her boobs looked half again as big, and her legs looked nearly as long as Rae-Rae's or the sylph's. Okay, not really, but with the strappy, spikey high heels, they still looked hella long. Niles isn't going to know where to stare. "Awesome," Nadya murmured, twisting on a heel, to quirk a curious brow at Rachel when she questioned Evelyn's motives, then shrugging. "Who cares why, if we're getting sweet swag like this, Rae-Rae."
  25. 'If the alleys are up to code' was a high-grade oxymoron. This town was built on corruption and greed, so every jade sickle was shaven bald, each material downgraded in quality from the architectural agency to the contractors. By now, Mikhail was sure divine providence had more of a hand in keeping these building upright than sound principles of engineering. The chill and damp drove off people without business on the streets, and the alleys were collection points of hazy fog as the pipes exhausted steam and heat from the city's infrastructure. Even if he needed to hide himself, Mikhail knew no one had the professional courtesy to care. The walls were sprayed with graffiti ranging from booty calls to outcries of revolution. Against it, sagging halfway from what would otherwise be an emergency exit, was a rusted metal contraption, leading up towards the first flight of the stairways that would, in the event of disaster, save half the people and damn the rest. Judging from the blunts floating in the pools beneath its open-caged construction, it was used recently enough to give it a dare. The cheap lock on the bars was both an insult to fire safety and a cheap nod at security. Its locking ring had been rusted through, and the butcher's marks on the key face showed it had been picked or forced open multiple times. With a forceful snap and a slight application of his curved knife, Mikhail twisted the lock open and pushed the iron-barred door aside to ascend the fire escape. He took the time going up to ponder his current situation. Doggedly he'd been obeying the demands of his calling, as was proper, but by now he'd need to consider the one trailing along the edges of perception. She had forced him - not out of hiding, but more properly in sight by having the family perform the sacrament. It would narrow his movements, gave her a clear starting point where he would be moving from. From what he'd heard, she liked her business hands-on, using her claws - a decidedly inhuman choice of weaponry. But she was subtle, using threats and then vanishing after she was sure he'd been called, not taking advantage of those cramped quarters to get the drop on him. This, to him, indicated she needed time. Time to prepare, perhaps, or time to observe him. Whether or not she truly was an assassin, he couldn't say. This period of observation could be to mark any weaknesses or oversights to be exploited, or to gauge his character and way of thinking. For all he really knew, he could be hunted right now or performing the most dangerous job interview. But he'd hope for the best, prepare for the worst. “When others turn against me for standing betwixt them and unrighteous vendetta driven by prejudice, I will stand firm. For what is to give light, must also endure burning.” he quoted under his breath, a fine mist escaping his mouth into the cold air. The flat gravel roof gave a solid view of the surrounding buildings. A massive building project, a handful of buildings close together and - as Goza intimated - a twenty foot jump between them. The old An-Teng might not know how he'd be making that jump, but Mikhail was quite confident. He crouched low and assessed his surroundings. Squat, low sheds atop each roof accessed the stairs down into the building. He oriented himself towards his target, and scanned for the gleam of moonlight on weaponry, the red-hot glare of cigarettes being smoked. Easy and quick access did not mean unguarded. Additionally, he knew that a flat roof would be the ideal place to ambush him. If the assassin forced the sacrament, knowing where the boy was already, she could have spent all this time preparing a trap ahead of him at the target site. And a roof like this was hard to hide on, and away from witnesses. "I was not born yesterday" the old Eclipse muttered to himself as he pulled himself up the corner of the roof, dropping into a crouch as he drew his pistols from the holsters tucked under his coat.
  26. "After you, my dear," Winter said with eloquence befitting a man who may have been royalty before his passing. They decided to walk. Nothing screamed 'we did it' like pulling up to a soon-to-be-murder-scene in a damn tour bus with your band's logo on the side. Winter made for rather boring conversation, as usual, but she took it in stride. To say she trusted him would have been a lie for the centuries. She knew he'd sooner save her from a fire than he would toss her into one if it suited his personal agenda to do so. She knew he heard the whispers of the Neverborn, like she did, although according to him it was nothing near as powerful as her ability. She also knew the Neverborn cared for nothing, even her or him. They were tools, slaves to the Whispers despite how much freedom they thought they had, a gilded cage was still a cage. She had to wonder what they told him... "...if all goes well The Maiden of the Mirthless Smile should bring Thorns to it's knees in a matter of weeks." Winter said. She was half listening, but caught the last part. "For every soldier that dies, she gains one for her side of the fight. The Mistress of Pacts Sealed in Blood has already joined her, in an attempt to facilitate communication and terminate hostilities." He clammed up as they passed an old man walking out of a store front. He turned up his collar to the chill of the evening and when he saw the young couple he offered them a polite smile and a nod. They both eyed him suspiciously, after all this was the slums, you eyeballed everyone with suspicion, but he went his way and they went theirs. Nine blocks later they stood outside the gates to an Immaculate Cathedral. Home to the worship of the Black Jade Emperor and his sister, the Saint Cecilia. Winter smirked and pushed the wrought iron gates open and the two made their way across the grounds to the large doors. It was an elaborate affair of stained glass and gargoyles in the shapes of dragons and demons all being cast below by The One True God, the Black Jade Emperor. They pushed open the doors and stood in the alcove near the holy water basin. Before them was a massive array of pews and in the distance an elaborate organ and stands in the back for the choir and a of course the podium where the priest would give his weekly sermons. The place was massive, like some sports fields, and the intricacy of the carvings and stained glass were enough to warm Messiah's heart and truly appreciate the beauty of what they had created here... until she remembered the guy running the place was a piece of shit cannibal stealing away the offering of the dead so loved one's couldn't rest in peace. From off to the side, from a hidden alcove deep in the back, the man they were looking for stepped out. He was older, but not old. Maybe in his fifties, looked healthy and certainly seemed normal, but didn't they all? He was in elaborate robes befitting his station and he greeted them with a smile. "I'm sorry, but we're not entertaining guests anymore this evening. Unless of course it's an emergency. Are you two alright? Were you chased in here by the dregs of the neighborhood? I can call the authorities and have them escort you home." She looked to Winter who simply smiled and motioned for her to take the lead. "It's your show. I'm just here to observe and assist as needed."
  27. Goza shook his head. "Fallen in with a bad crowd? Heh, that's one way to put it I suppose. Eh," he shrugged, blowing a plume of white smoke into the air. "Getting to the boy will be difficult, from the ground. The top three floors though, that where a lot of them do their partying and they do not have much security on the roof, flying rival gangs area bit scarce these days, you see..." his chuckle was a mixture of wheezing and mirth. "These are thugs, Mik. Not well armed and even less in the brains department, I'll bet you could mow your through the front door with little difficulty. If you're looking for quieter or faster though, try the rooftop access stairs. How you get to those... well, I can no say. It's a good twenty foot leap from either of the neighboring buildings if the alleys are up to code." Mikhail nodded. Pressing the issue would have been bad form at this point. He'd paid and pushed a bit, so it was best to take what he'd been given and make the best of it, especially if he wanted his information to be good the next time he needed it. "Thank you, old friend." He exited the shop and pulled his collar up to the chill and dampness of Deleshin's streets. He began his walk and as he tucked his hands in his pockets to stave off the chill he passed a couple. She was beautiful with long black hair and lips to match, ripped denim jeans and a thick leather jacket. Her 'date' was pale, but average with his most striking feature being his bleached white hair. Like er, his leather coat kept the chill of the evening at bay, although neither looked particularly bothered by the cold. He offered them a smile and pressed on, they were polite enough but didn't stand on ceremony and simple continued on their way, opposite the way he was going. He had some intel. It wasn't much, but it was a place to start. Meanwhile... back at Goza's...
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