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 Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 11:27 am
Setting: A Secret Government Complex in Downers and its environs.
Group: Ciro, Sarah, Writ, Keeya
Current Goal: Find the door.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 11:02 pm
It was stupid, this entire situation. Leaning against the wall of Seasons, Ciro felt the dry, crisp leaves cracking under his weight. As par usual, he was smoking. It seemed, now more than ever, that nicotine was a requirement for his survival… Or at the very least, his sanity.
Writ’s words had stuck with him, though. ‘You don’t even know who… this Abbot guy is.” Apparently the others were not aware of just what God that Abbot was working for, let alone the fact that Ciro was the very progeny of Abbot.
His mind mulled over the advantages of them not knowing the connection as he waited for them to leave the building. Not knowing about Abbot was definitely a plus. If they knew that he was the cheater… Then they’d leave him to rot. Ciro was certain that the other godlings, just like him, would do anything in their power to make sure that their chance of winning was raised.
Hell, if it was any other player’s father trapped by the ‘suits, Ciro would do the same.
He knew the plan, though. He’d have to cool down a bit. Enough to not be suspicious. Then he’d just go in, get his dad, and get the hell out. The girls could keep watch, or something equally out of his way, and Writ? Writ could jump off a cliff.
With the plan running through his head, Ciro grimaced. The first step would be to find the god damned place… And there was a crucial detail that was keeping him from completing his job. And for the first time in his life, Ciro found himself pleading to Shamash.
“Please… If there is ever a time you could help me… Please give me the psychometry…”
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 1:22 pm
Psycho what now? Writ appeared from behind the corner of the building. His ears twitched, and he sniffed his nose, apparently disturbed by the smoke. The godling listened for any other signs of life before approaching Ciro.
Might as well get this out of the way.
Writ grabbed Ciro's throat, and slammed his head against the wall. Claws scraped against his neck as Writ pinned him down.
"Now you listen to me" He growled, "You might not give a ******** about these two, but one of them is my friend, and I'm not about to let some a*****e get in my way of saving him!" A claw glazed the back of Ciro's neck. "I don't care what Anubis says, if you mess this up, I'm going to be the one who ends you, got that?" Writ tossed Ciro's neck forward. He let out a deep breath, and took a step back. Gods, he needed that. Ciro was going to hate him for it later, but he needed to do something to calm his nerves.
"Sorry." He said simply, going back into the accepting mode he was in at Seasons. "Forgot we're kinda neutral now. Just couldn't let a threat unanswered, ya know?" Writ crossed his arms and leaned next to Ciro, looking away from him.
"Truce then?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 2:19 pm
It was small, maybe almost nonexistent, but Sarah felt a tiny bit connected with the people she had gone into a group with. She felt that maybe, somehow this strange group of kids and teenagers would manage to save the people that had been abducted by the people... The “Blacksuits” Anubis had mentioned. Of course, the Lioness portion of Bast was whispering the battle secrets the godling would have to use here- the fact that she had retractable and sharp fingernails that could cut human skin, and that her undeveloped power to attract cats may be of use at some point. Sarah immediately thought of using some of the usually useless cats to throw at unexpected enemies- but Bast corrected her, and said that they would sacrifice themselves for their godling, if she wanted them to or not.
The girl rolled her eyes at the scuffle between Writ and the horned boy- Ciro. “Just don't kill each other before we even get inside this ********' thing.” Much like her talk with Writ when she was still Raymond, her use of the curse word came out naturally, and much more comfortably than someone who had just learned it would have used. While they were walking, Sarah seemed to take her own sadistic liking to one particular tabby that had been following her since she left Seasons, and had been giving the poor thing light kicks when she could without messing up her walking. Her tail flickered with amusement as the tabby cat finally gave up following her, and took shelter into an alley. “Serves it right.” She mumbled with a sense of annoyance.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 2:44 pm
Keeya cleared her throat softly, covering her mouth and nose with her hoody once more, her eyes watering from the smoke. She didn't know anyone here, and compaired to the others she really was nothing more then a lost little girl.
However, she knew this was not the time or place for boys baring their teeth, and she stepped up, trying to get between them, her eyes sharp and her chin jutted forward proudly as she hid her fear and faced the two older Godlings, "Well, now that displays over, we need a plan, and quick. You heared... Um.. Whatever his name is. Time is not on our side."
She looked back and forth between the two, calling forth the nerve of her Aunt, remembering this was how she delt when two of the actors got in a little snit before going on stage to do the Scottish Play, "Got anything else to get out of your systems? If you do, put it into your performance and not against each other - Now, can we actually get this show on the road?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 10:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 2:28 pm
"That's the spirit." Writ sighed, some people never change.
Maybe he shouldn't have tried strangling Ciro to convey his message. Ah well. Nothing like the thrill of the moment to make you screw up simple things. Too late to make amends now, they had to start going, and fast.
Writ smiled at the mention of mind ******** and fighting. He had a feeling that was a compliment, or maybe he was just stating facts to scare the two. Either way, at least Ciro recognized him as a threat to others. Which was satisfying in a strange, twisted sort of way.
"Well ladies, with all those formalities out of the way, name's Writ, and this is Ciro." He pointed to horn boy, "He's blind, I'm scary. We don't like one another." He made a disarming "Good Cop" grin at the girls. If he couldn't be friendly with Ciro, he could at least cooperate with the newbies.
"If your gods are in their right minds, they must've given you something to work with." Writ looked at them hopefully, "Powers, weapons, whatever, they gave you something. Anubis didn't call a bunch of newbies for nothing, and I trust his judgment. Even if he did pair me up with this a**." He pointed a thumb in Ciro's direction.
"As long as you're not complete morons, we can save those two and get out of this thing alive. Hell, you might be able to bash a few heads, and this is coming from an experienced player. Just don't be stupid." Writ finished, false or not, they really needed some confidence right now.
"All we're missing is a door to a secret underground facility." He said to Ciro, "Can't be that hard, can it?" Writ started down the street towards Downers.
"Time's running out. Walk and talk people."
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 2:29 pm
Sarah let out a loud 'Hrumph' sound as Ciro tried to tell her and Keeya how long he had been in the game, but soon began to walk again. “Well, it couldn't have been as long as you want us to think. Before I joined, I collected as much information on this Game as I could. And by what I've gathered, Keeya and I could be about your age in just a couple of months. It's said that any kid that joins the Game doesn't stay a kid for long. Don't try and bullshit me into thinking you've played for ten years.” She didn't ignore Anubis' call for no good reason. Even if she felt a little smarter than she was before and knew her boasts were false, she knew she would be a good fighter. “But you don't know what we can do... As far as you know, either of us might be able to rip you to shreds in seconds. Of course we won't, since we have to work together, but you don't know, so don't just assume.” The girl's voice had unknowingly grown harsh and scruffy, much like she was Ray again.
She glanced at Writ as Ciro mentioned his powers and raised a brow. All she really knew was that he could change into a dog- much like that she could change into a cat, she found out later on. Sarah's fingers graced over the calabash in her pocket, giving her a creeped out shiver. She didn't really think about it being a tool that could be used against them, so her posture and demeanor was serious again.
“Right, just a door.” She said sarcastically, knowing that this was going to be a long and difficult night. “That'll be easy.”
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 10:11 pm
Despite the harsh words from Ciro, Keeya felt warmed as she put her hood back on to protect her "hair" from the cold - Despite being an a**, he spoke to them both as adults and addressed her in the same agression as the older team mate.
She didn't hold the same agression and sarcasm as the other girl as she tightened the strings around her mouth, and instead gives the boys a thumbs up as she walks along side, her jumping stilts rattling softly as she kept up with the group easily, "Gotcha, loud and clear."
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 7:47 am
Ciro began to walk, his back facing Sarah as his voice, raspy and sounding much for wear, began to preach.
“Until you give me some proof that you can actually rip me to shreds in seconds, which, I highly doubt, by the way, then I’m going to assume you have no powers.”
He continued walking, feeling no urge to look back and set her strait. He had to keep going; he had to keep moving forward in order to save Abbot.
“It’s a lot safer if I assume you suck. Because if I assume you suck, then I’m not going to put you in direct danger, and you’re going to get out of this alive no matter what. But if I think you can fight…” He nodded in Writ’s direction, but he still kept walking briskly, “Well, then I’m going to throw you right in the fray, with only one rule: Kill as many as you can before you die yourself.”
“Now… As a newbie to you game… Would you be able to kill several large, armed, trained men on their own turf before getting gunned down yourself? Or would you rather work as my eyes and get out of here with an actual chance of winning this game?”
He felt a small twinge of guilt; he had lied to them. Ciro knew that with such experienced players in the game… And such ruthless players as he and Len, that these girls probably didn’t stand a chance.
But still, he had to say it in order to try to get them to cooperate. Even if it was a lie, he was sure the girls would prefer hurt feelings to hurt bodies.
Still, he pushed on, following the sounds of Writ’s footsteps. A bit of haste was in his step as he tried to separate him and Writ from the girls. They needed to have a talk; an adult talk.
“What’s the plan as far as finding this thing goes?” He sounded harsh, but still within reason: he knew that he was asking Writ a favor. “Your god is the dog one… right? Can't you just sniff it out?”
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 7:33 pm
"I swear you sound familiar" He said to Sarah, "You related to someone named Ray?"
It wasn't exactly one of those need to know things, but Writ couldn't help but shake the feeling of familiarity with this girl.
The godling looked back to see everyone caught up, and back front to the start of Downers. Writ sized up his situation, he was teamed up with his worst enemy, two newbies, one of them uncannily similar to Ray, faced with finding a hidden base teeming with crap-loads of armed Blacksuits to slice through. This wasn't fighting ten-story high monsters or talking bird ladies, this was crazy.
Well, he was always up for crazy.
Writ smirked.
"We should find one of their goons." He looked at Ciro, "I could track them to their place, but I need a scent to follow." Writ looked around. Tall, sharply dressed guys in suits couldn't possibly blend into the backdrop of bums and hobos littering the streets.
"If we run into one of them, keep the suit in tact, eh?" Writ told the group, "Don't burn or scratch it too much, we're gonna need it in mint condition if we're ever gonna find this place."
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 8:30 pm
As Ciro mentioned his first sentence, Sarah’s head tilted down as she noticed her mistake. Why put your trust in someone you don’t know enough about them to know that you can trust them? She gave a slow nod at this conclusion. “Right. Gotcha.”
When she was in the Widow gang, she learned all about the pyramid of trust that almost everyone subconsciously follows. When you first meet someone, people usually can’t trust someone as far as they could throw them. If they recognize that the said person has skills and won’t attack them, they will lift in the pyramid. It is only when they earn their trust that the will receive it.
She looked up as Writ commented on her similarity to Raymond. The girl lifted her arms and wrapped her hands around the back of her neck, and let off a small grin. “… It’s a long story.”
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 1:15 pm
Keeya was usually a very quite girl, especially among strangers, prefering to watch and listen, and only acted when she needed to or truly felt she had to. Right now was no exception.
She stuck to the back of the group, keeping her eyes and ears open as she kept close to the group, her long legs striding and her hands shoved into the pouch of her hoodie, silently investigating the gourd. Suddenly she pulls her hands out with a grunt, the gloves covered in sticky spit, and she sniffed at it lightly, and pulled away with a grunt, "Oh geeze thats foul.. Huh.. You know... There is no way someone would be able to hide their scent if they had some of this -- Nevermind, it's a dumb idea."
She shifted back into silence as she tried to pick her gloves off before it soaked through, looking for ANYTHING out of the ordinary... Other then their own little party, that is.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 11:32 pm
Ciro kept on walking, feeling a bit, just a bit, pleased with Writ’s usefulness. He could help them find the door based on smell, but a new problem arose. Now, they needed to find a ‘suit. He imagined that there were probably a lot more suits than doors running around… but still, the blacksuits moved: they could easily meet catching one based on timing alone.
But his thoughts were cut off by Keeya’s plan. The idea mulled over for about a moment, before the flaw was found. What was it with these newbies and being so… well… new? It seemed like with each generation of players, the common sense went down a notch.
“That could work,” His face was one of both amusement and annoyance, but he kept moving on without looking for her. “But there’s two flaws.”
He allowed for a short pause so that his words could sink in, before elaborating on those flaws.
“For one, getting on of these guys close enough to one of those guys means that we’d risk losing it, and I’ve already explained how ******** we would be then.”
Another short pause and he directed his face towards Writ as if to ask ‘Are they really that slow?’
“And secondly, he wouldn’t be the only one with the smell on him. You, for one, smell like the spit, not to mention that we’re getting spit on too. The path would just lead right back to us.”
“That’s not even considering all the other godlings running around the city. I couldn’t exactly see them, but I’m sure there were an assload in that store.”
His brain was being put into overdrive. A million thoughts were trying to plan themselves at once, and this was overseen by the intense urge to just go break things. Abbot was in danger, and here he was playing around with little kids and trying to find a door he couldn’t even see. God damnit, it was confusing, it was frustrating, and it was near to the point of driving him insane.
If it wasn’t his own father in danger… Hell, he’d have just caused a riot.
And that was when the idea hit him.
“Hey, b*****d… We’re both pretty obviously players… What about those two? They stand out any?”
He thought for yet another moment.
“No, forget it, it’d be smarter if they weren’t around for that.”
He stopped mid step, standing there and smirking like a madman.
“Let’s go start some s**t down here. Rough some people up, cause a little property damage. Hell, word travels fast in this city, and it wouldn’t be long before some blacksuits came to investigate the freaks causing trouble. Then bam, we’ve got a scent and a path.”
In retrospect, the plan sounded much better in his head.
“I don’t mean like… blow stuff up, though. Just little stuff. Maybe punch a hobo or two. We only want to pull one or two, not the whole god damned group.”
Ciro waited, assuming that, naturally, his plan would go over a complete success. He was pretty damn sure they didn't have any leads anyway.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 4:40 pm
"Tell me later, eh?" He crouched down and whispered in Sarah/Ray's ear, "Don't tell Ray I told you this, but it must be pretty freaking awkward to have a brother with boobs."
Writ barely caught Ciro's rambling as he went back up to him, "Give em' a break, they're new."
At Ciro's plan, Writ tilted his head in thought.
"Well sure, that'd get the Suit's attention..."
Then what? Writ struck an idea. Perhaps he wouldn't have to track and follow after all. He didn't know how sworn to secrecy these guys were with their hideouts, but he and Ciro had ways of making him talk. Plus, getting a Blacksuit down would fall in with his plan, which mostly involved getting into the place. But Writ saved that to himself until the time came.
"Sounds good, just keep the suit clean, don't want the scent of kid and burnt suit all over it."
"Well, what are we waiting for? Lets go punch some bums." He made a mock bow and presented the friendly neighborhood hobos to Ciro, "After you, horn boy." He nodded, "I think you win the award for most inconspicuous player here."
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