Sigil: T.C.o.D - [Walk-In][Modern Fantasy: Cycle 32][O/A]

[Vintrict]

"Follow me."

Once he said that, they would head to a black car parked just outside the shopping area they were in. Letting them inside, they were off down the road, heading down the street in the north direction. As they drove, his finger pointed to one of the large portal departments just down the road.

"Tonight, a truck will be driving itself from there carrying the target shipment. The owner of that shipment is who we need to talk to. However, we will not be able to gain an audience with him without getting possession of that truck. I know it's not the best of ethnical decisions, but we are going to have to hijack the vehicle to gain access to the warehouse that this shipment is going to. I'll show you where it is."

The car took a turn, making its way back around to head back in the direction they came from, though they were passing the shopping area instead of returning to it.

[Krausse Kreugar]

Lian Ikariyang

"Very old." Krausse flopped down on the bed, and crossed one leg over the other and looked at the ceiling. "I've seen countless civilizations so mighty that their own weight crushed them, seen the births and deaths of hundreds of stars - and they've told me their tales. I've seen things so beautiful that I wanted to spend the rest of my days staring, and seen things to terrible that I wanted nothing more than to wipe my mind clean and start all over again. I've been to the end of the universe, and I've seen the cold things that lie dormant there, just waiting to be loosed from their cages."

Krausse grew very quiet. "You know what the most beautiful thing I ever saw was, though? Love."

As if to say the matter was laid to rest, Krausse smiled at Yai, and the man would have a feeling that it was genuine.

Frank, did you get all of that? Yeah, I know. Beautiful! He will never realize that I was completely ******** with him. Anyway, get over here and bring Barkmouth with you. We've got chaos to sew.

[SpiritArcanis]

Vintrict

After he followed his benefactor to the vehicle in question, Azorian got in the vehicle. As the vehicle drove away and the man pointed out the location Azorian pursed his lips. The man was proposing criminal activity something Azorian has sort of suspected since the beggining of the conversation. Azorian sighed but nodded contemplating a basic EM pulse spell to take out the truck temporarily That would leave the driver, good for a sleep or paralysis spell, especially given that Azorian had no intention of killing that particular man. As his current employer continued to speak the mage pulled his sleeve back drawing magic into the caster to activate it in stand by mode. One by one he selected six runes by tapping them out on the gauntlets runes only visible now that their was magic flowing through the device.

In the course of what he was doing he was storing the energy in the gauntlet for the first spell, once he was finished saving the em surge to the caster he started a second spell selecting a rune for the first which he would tap to cast it. He followed that up by preparing and saving a second spell to a different rune for putting his second target to sleep. Additionally he started working on a number of ranged combat spells which would arm him in case of emergencies.

"So its a heist of sorts, Are we intercepting the truck on route or from where it is originating? Also do you have a map or blue print for the warehouse."

[Lian Feaorne]

"Krausse Kreugar"

Yai listened, found it very touching...and laughed. He held his stomach, nearly in tears before the laughter stopped and he sat up, staring at him. "Now Krausse...I may not be as old as you, but I do know old people like to bullshit. A lot. Even my mother isn't an exception."He said as he sat back, flicking a bit of his long black hair from off his shoulder that had fallen there. That genuine feeling? Not so genuine considering he had been around the old and the getting older for a long time now.

"No lie though...You're the craziest ginger I have seen on this plane. Its impressive. I suppose I should be polite to some degree and leave you be. Whatever you've got up your sleeves had best stay up them. I would save it for the neighbor next door who's been giving us some trouble. Or some poor fool who tries to tear up this house again."Yai pointed out as he got up from the chair, brushing off his clothes. He made his way to the door, deciding to at least give the crazy new guest some privacy.

[Krausse Kreugar]

Lian Ikariyang

Krausse watched the musician walk out. "I like him," he said to no one in particular. "I'll make his death worth remembering."

Shadows devoured the room, making it a perfect darkness. The crimson haired man relaxed, sighed pleasurably, and began to make plans inside of plans.

[Vintrict]

Ko looked over, watching as Azorian went to work on his magical implements. Ko was hardly an enthusiast for magic. However, due to recent events, it has pressured him more into studying it so he could find ways to combat against those with such powers. Fortunately, there were many anti-magic technology on the market, which he was currently looking into outfitting himself with in the near future. His eyes adverted themselves back forward, though it was hard to see if he was looking over or not with those shades placed on his face.

"We will be intercepting it on route. Between the start point and the warehouse, the truck will be mostly unguarded, except by the driver and whatever security they have to escort it to its destination. It is suppose to be mainly a routine delivery, so no one should have an incentive to ambush it. Except for us."

Speaking of the warehouse, the car parked itself just across the street from one. Ko looked over to the left, his finger pointing toward the building. It was gated up with barbed wire lining the top. The sign "Mitchell's Warehouse" was plastered on the front, indicating that it was storage for the same gun shop that Ko was standing across from back at the tea shop.

"I will give you a copy of the blueprints before the operation. But this is where the truck is making its stop. The others working for us will take care of extra security and preparations of escape in case things go bad. It is not a heist in the sense that we are stealing it. Merely using it as a means to get inside. Do you understand?"

[SpiritArcanis]

Vintrict

Azorian took the extra details into account making a few adjustments to the spell he was working on. With a nod the mage made a few notes in his mind before glancing sideways at his employer. Azorian nodded in response to the mans final question memorizing the route and what his preference at the timing would have been. With a shrug Azorian filed away the notes was taking and withdrew the magic keeping the magical gauntlet active. As the magic withdrew the six circular dials merged into a single plate as a lion swallowed the mages hand. The mage had what he needed for the nights work.

"Ah forgive me, I was describing a situation in which you steal something from a moving vehicle in route to a destination. In this case we are stealing passage into the warehouse by borrowing the truck itself. Preference for fatalities?"

[Athrien Gothril]

arrow The Lady's Ward -- Postponing House-Scan

Shame bit into Athrien as Charles explained what he had found out. He was several steps behind a private detective, and was simply following someone else's trail once again. At least this was hopefully going to be news to Lovi, so anything he'd discover from here would be of use to her.
With nothing to say anymore, the sellsword stood where he was and let Charles go on, returning the butler's dirty look with a smile.
The rogue walked calmly over to Charles, taking the piece of paper out of his hand when he had finished speaking. After accepting the slip with a bow of the head, Athrien made his way to the exit of the manor.
"I will tell you as much as I can, sir. Thank you very much for your help, and I hope that you remain in good health. "
Before heading out of the Helman Estate's doors, the rogue brushed himself off.

arrow The Skies of Sigil -- As The Phoenix Flies

After letting himself out (or being let out by the butler, more likely), Athrien would review the piece of paper and commit the brief address to memory, pausing only for a second to admire Charles' surprisingly neat handwriting.
The man then carelessly burst into ashes at Charles' doorstep, arising as his burning white phoenix form before most of the ashes even hit the ground. With this done, he would then head up and towards the market ward, looking around for an area that sounded like it would be called "The Hive".
It took little time for Athrien to find the area he assumed was "The Hive", and the low-flying white star would then make haste towards what appeared to be a church in the Hive. Since the burning white bird would already attract attention, a sneaky landing was going to be impossible.
Instead, Athrien opted to dive headfirst into the bottom door, stepping into the shadow of the crack under the door with his phoenix form as he made contact with it. Perhaps that would be enough for him to be dismissed as an illusion..?
At least Fortune seemed to be with him yet again -- the address on the sign and building matched the one given to him by Charles.

arrow The Hive -- Ignoring Flashbacks

From his shadow, the rogue would then let himself in and pop out on the other side of the doors, soundlessly letting himself in. Though finding nothing interesting in the building, the sounds of screams from further inside was enough to bring the (still fancily-dressed) sellsword into a reckless dash towards the source. It was folly to think it would be Crystal, though this thought was enough to keep him determined -- maybe that male voice was just louder than
The stomping of the rogue was easily enough to make him heard in the otherwise empty (I think?) building. Before long, Athrien found himself witness to an.. inquisition?
Whether or not the rogue was in time to stop anything particularly fatal from happening to Terrance, it was evident to Athrien that something had to be done.

And so, with a quick lunge to the side of the scene of torture, Athrien would draw his shotgun and quickly blast out a pair of railroad spikes, hoping his aim at point-blank range (and ability to predict the priest's movements) was good enough to hit either, or both, of the priest's shoulders. To follow up, the rogue would then immediately attempt to run towards and shoulder tackle the man, bracing himself for any attempted stabbings that could come with such a move. Perhaps Athrien was going to get a shiny new memento out of this experience, though..
Phoenix feathers were fairly useless on their own for curing wounds, but were very handy when used with any fire or healing magic. It was going to be a bit of an issue to cure the scientist, but it was the sellsword's top priority to incapacitate the priest at the moment.

Krausse Kreugar

[Mickey you cant do that]

There was a well-guarded secret about Mickey, something many people went to great lengths to keep hidden: that dork in the sweater vest was actually very, very smart. A keen eye and a sharp mind to notice things. For one, the pickpocket was slowed down a great deal by this cloak he was wearing as it got caught against passerby or tangled around his arms. His head constantly darted left and right along every street he crossed and his step, although fast-paced, lacked determination and took a split-second break in doubt at every occasion.

This could mean a whole many things, but Mickey didn't like any of it. He frowned and pressed on, shoving his way past a a group of blue-skinned teens, a mercenary of sort who's armor looked entirely made of swords or something silly like that, a giant (the race, not the quality) and even a handful humans. His prey turned a corner into what looked like a smaller pedestrian street or an alley, and Mickey plunged in right after.

Dead end. Check.

"A-- ... a'ight. *pant* You gimme *pant* you gimme my stuff back right now or I'll beat the crap out of your pockethumping a**."

[Krausse Kreugar]

Athrien Gothril

Tresaxle

"What-"

The priest turned around to see whom had burst through the door, but found himself quasi-crucified upon the wall. His arms hung limply, the muscles severed by spikes, and all of the malice and pleasure from his face was stripped, replaced by the base fear of death.

"Oh, my God..."

You fool! You weak fool! You give up, now?!

"What... what can I do..."

Blood was draining from the priest's body, and his voice was growing weaker, his flesh paler.

Priest? PRIEST?!

The priest had quickly fallen unconscious from the shock of the pain, and the blood loss.

Now. My turn.

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As Athrien tended to his friend, a malodorous stink like maggot-ridden corpses thickened the air. Behind the Phoenix, something ruptured, and the priest's black robe fell to the floor in tatters, and the shotgun spikes clattered next to it. The creature that had once been the priest lumbered forth, a mass of rotting pink flesh and skeleton bloated and twisted beyond human recognition. It towered over Terrance and Athrien, and leaned forth to stare at them with beady eyes set into a monstrously ill-proportioned head, it's curving, black horns inches away from the pair.

"Papa Nurgle... sends his greetings."

The daemon drew in a deep breath, and burped a stinking green cloud more noxious than chemical warfare.

[Trexasle]

Terrance Vanguard

Terrance did not look at his partner, he only sighed in relief as the man entered the door. He had only got off by the skin of his teeth. He luckily gave the male JUST enough time for him to fully rotate his wrist on the cruff and press the button. Suddenly the blood on his body began to clot around him, which transformed into hard steel which began to grow around his whole body and form into a humanoid steel suit. Suddenly the transformation was complete, with Terrance finally becoming Steel Liger.

He then pulled himself off of the chains and moved toward Athrien. He said nothing but merely began to keep his eye on the Eldrich abomination that was beginning to show itself. He then went into battle stace, his whole right hand transforming into a large blade, ready to chop down whatever this abomination was going to become.

[Eternal_Slumberer]

Raphael said nothing during the grand tour of their objective. Take a van and get inside the building? Sounded easy enough, but with everyone and their mother having some form of special ability up their sleeve or a military grade automatic weapon things could get tricky.

Stopping the vehicle would be easy enough, though the security team would be ready to take them out at a moment's notice. No, they'd have to be subdued first. Preferably something sneaky. To get in without being noticed would be difficult, but it was possible.

Finally he spoke up.

"We should probably try not to kill anyone for the sake of showing that our employer is better than that. Also, is this the car we'll be using for the operation?"

[Vintrict]

The guys seemed like they were educated enough on these types of operations. He was happy to have them, to say so himself. He looked at them both. They were wondering how lethal they could be. Fortunately, he could relieve their worries.

"No deaths. Otherwise, there will be no choice but to put my organization under pressure. And we can't have any leverage on us at the moment. This operation will push things, but as long as we don't do anything reckless, they'll turn their heads away. Of course, any unavoided damages will be compensated financially."

He then answered Raphael's question: "No. The car we will be using is waiting for us somewhere else."

He pushed his foot into the pedal, causing the car to continue down the street. They didn't go very far, as the car turned into a car garage. The interior was an auto shop, with many different cars resting in here currently under operation. A lot of them looked very expensive. From colorful race cars to the more tamed colored Porsche. The garage door closed up as two men walked over to operate it as such. Waiting for them inside was a few of the auto workers. They were all Chinese. Ko got out of the car, walking over to the men to give them a handshake, as he began talking to them in their native language, pointing in Raphael's and Azorian's direction.

[Lian Feaorne]

arrow Guildhall--Fal'lain Corp

"WHAT?!"

"Madame, put the sonogram machine down! What I said was the truth!"

Lian had gone to her company's medical wing to go get checked over. She preferred to be checked out by people she personally chose versus someone like...say...Krausse. However, when she had gone to get scanned and get an X-ray, they had performed a sonogram first...and Lian did not like hearing the result. She grew more furious and panicked, causing an adrenaline rush fueled mood swing that scared off half the staff. "I can't be! Those bastards! This is even WORSE than what the Triads tried to pull."She said, her face contorting as she grew more upset, slowly setting the machine down. She sobbed, burying her head into her hands as she sobbed. "I can't believe it...Oh Goddess...."

The sonographer who had done the scan patted her shoulder, Lian sniffing and getting up to sit up on the table again. She had never been so upset before over something like this but this had been unwanted. Forced. At first, she could have thought happily that it would have been Arkravis but now she thought the worst. Catatonic, Alki, one of the other family members staying at Lian's estate in Sigil, had to come pick her up from the company building. She was in no shape to work. At home, she went straight to her room, closed the curtains in the room as well as her bed curtains, burying herself in piles of blankets. Alki came in, having done the routine of Lian attitude when she was upset, carrying a full container of ice cream. "Aye now...It can't be that bad right? I mean...it is a child...It could be possible that what they did at the warehouse didn't work and it is really the little bird man's kid? Couldn't it?"He said as he slid a hand under the blankets, feeling the ice cream be snatched from his hand as well as the spoon with it.

Lian emerged, a sobbing red-eyed wreck. "I can't have kids with him...You know this, everyone in the family knows this...This isn't his child. Its some...thing...They must have done it while I was out cold. Whatever it is...They want it and I know I can't just...get rid of it. It's not in my nature and it would haunt me..."She said as she opened the carton of ice cream, spooning a big scoop and shoving it in her mouth. Alki nodded in understanding.

"At least tell Ark....Ya know he was pissed off when he came home yesterday all covered in soot."Alki said as he sat there patiently listening. He got up though when it seemed Lian was contented with the ice cream. "I'll leave you to your ice cream though...I'm afraid I'll lose a finger if I try to take it away."

Alki left, Lian devoured the ice cream in the dark.

[Krausse Kreugar]

[Lady's Ward Gate]

"Halt! What is your business in the Lady's Ward?"

Frank Jacques-Kreugar blinked, taken aback. It had been a very long time since someone had challenged his authority. He'd been in Hammerbog for too long, working as his half-brother's second-in-command.

"My business, you ask? Aren't you more curious about his business?" Frank pointed to the very large man next to him. The hulking creature stood at almost seven feet tall and wore a wrinkled black suit, its fabric unreasonably and uncomfortably stretched by muscles that looked more like shaped slabs of stone stacked together. A black metal muzzle was strapped to his face, and he stared down at the gate guard with beady red eyes.

"Uh..."

"Listen, how much do zey pay you?" the Frenchmen tried to look empathetic. "More importantly, is it enough to risk making zis guy mad?"

The muzzled monstrosity growled at the guard.

"...It looks like all your papers are in order, sir. Enjoy your stay in the Ladies' Ward."

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[Lian's Home]

"Wow, nice home, eh Barkmouth?" Frank admired the home as the pair approached the front door. It was a fine mansion, and even looked to have its own bio-dome.

The huge man leered down at the much smaller Frenchman. "It'd be nice to blow up."

"Ah, you have no taste, Barkmouth! You are too simple a man! Blow zis up, blow zat up, ******** zat goat, wear zis wrinkled suit... I don't see how you live, eh?"

The pair stopped. Barkmouth leaned in close to Frank. "If the Krausse didn't like you so much, I'd devour you."

"Ah, I'm so glad we got that out of ze way," Frank replied, only mildly concerned. "Now our beautiful friendship can begin, right?"

Barkmouth grunted and walked away. Frank quickly caught up, and both of them stood in front of the front door to Lian's mansion. The Frenchman rang the doorbell.

"Hello? We are friends of ze Krausse, here to help Miz Lian."