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 Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2017 3:12 pm
NEW: 10/22/15Quote:  Survey Mission 13H
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
Images:: x, x
General debriefing: There's rumours going around that something big is going down at a costume party in Nevada. It's not a black tie affair by any means; most people will be attending in outfits ranging from store bought to custom-made; which will make it easy for any hunters to slip in undercover.
While the whole thing is simply an excuse to get together to celebrate the spirit of All Hallow's Eve, something is rotten in the state of Denmark. There's too much money and bluster going on to not be covering something up, and the tips we've been given only confirm more of the same.
Find out what they're doing, and stop the deal from going down, by any means necessary-- and remember: don't get caught.
* C class difficulty level (must have a team of three, and at least one of them must be an Intermediate Trainee.) MECHANICS * MECHANICS: RP assembling a team, as necessary, before heading towards the main portal to request a portal to Survey Mission 13H. This mission requires a disguise! Pick out a costume for your hunter, with a way to cover at least half their face! (Makeup and wigs are acceptable!) You can assume the quartermaster has some to borrow, within reason, or they can acquire their own. Everyone on this mission will have a radio earpiece, super-spy like, so even if you get separated, you'll be able to talk to each other. Once there, roll a 100-sided dice and match the roleplay to the results below, as well as any reactions. Players can continue rolling until any of the players roll a BOSS ENCOUNTER, in which case the BATTLE PHASE begins. See below for battle phase mechanics. 1- 20: The ballroom is packed to the brim, and noisy to boot. You manage to listen in to a series of conversations that seem suspicious between two shady figures in a corner. But they catch sight of you, though, and scatter into the crowd, talking into their wrists. Stay alert. 21 - 30: You decide to check out the basement, which takes a bit of lock picking (or breaking). Worry not about security: it looks like someone else has already taken care of that, a glowing red device attached to it, probably feeding it an empty loop. A level down, you find a bunch of crates, filled with familiar runics tinged in red. But you hear someone coming down the hall-- better get back to the party. 31 - 40: Something brushes you as the hors d'oeuvre go by, and it takes a few minutes to realize that a bug has been planted on you. It stays on you until your next roll. After that, you crush it, but... if you said anything, assume it's been compromised. Eyes seem to focus on the back of your neck, but it's impossible to find the source. 41 - 60: It looks like action is about to get started. People start filtering towards the doors, all of them discreet, but you are on the lookout, after all. But tailing one leads you nowhere; a diversionary tactic. Better get back to the hall and try again. 61 - 80: Someone mistakes you for a server, and you get hustled back into the kitchen and loaded up with a plate of food or drinks, and then shoved right back out of the kitchens. To not blow your cover, you need to, well. Serve. Roll 1d10 and get a 7 or above to offload them all. It wasn't for naught, though: you managed to confirm there's a huge deal going down at the stroke of midnight, down in the basement. You better be there, or be square. Or, you know. Fail your mission. 81- 100: BOSS ENCOUNTER: - It's time. You've managed to tail someone to the levels far below the party, enough that the din has dulled to a low roar. You can hear yourself think, but you can also hear low murmurings as you approach the site of the deal you've been looking for all night. It's not creatures of FEAR, you find, but several men and women. And they are armed to the teeth with weapons that glow blood red. The other half of the bargaining party decide that discretion is the better part of valor, and slip out the door, taking only as many goods as they can carry. The armed figures block off every exit, and every camera has been shorted. There's no one that can hear you scream, and that's fine. You are a hunter, and now, it's time to prove your worth. - BOSS MECHANICS: This boss is a number of humans that have a collective 100 HP. They use red runic weapons, but have no shield. It's numbers they have on their side, and in great excess. Every time you attack the boss (following the general battle rules), you TAKE 8 damage. Make sure to tally the boss's total HP (the damage you did to it) at the bottom of your post as well as your total HP and the damage you did that round. If the boss's HP hits 0, you have defeated it, and your team can now take the portal back. After Boss defeat:Upon the death of the final enemy-- the rest having fled-- you realize they've activated a self destruct button on the crates of supplies they were trying to sell. They'd rather they be destroyed than return to Deus' hands, especially in the wake of the failures of the Delta Event. The weapons have crumbled to dust in their crates-- but there's still some laying around by the dead bodies. Better take some back to the island. (Note: You cannot keep these. They will be confiscated upon arrival.) Roll 1d4 to determine what is dropped 1. Red runic weighted chains, several links loose.
2. Red runic daggers, one of them cracked.
3. A box of red runic bandages, half empty.
4. A red runic trap gun, with both the trigger and barrel busted. * 2 mission reward points for completing this successfully
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2017 8:45 pm
Harrison had been assigned to the Mission, on account of being familiar with Vegas and in case things went south. Rep didn't make a subtle impression exactly, but he was a better ******** actor than Harrison. Harrison knew exactly one role, which was himself, in whatever stupid situation they put him in. Which looked like it would be the case now.
This seemed like a Death thing, so if they hadn't sent Rep, he figured they'd sent one of his spyier coworkers. He just hoped it was a coworker and not a superior. Mark and Caelius were, for lack of a nicer way to put it, the worst. Coming out of a mission unscathed with those two was like trying to play russian roulette without any empty chambers.
He didn't recognize the scowling girl coming towards him now, decked out in a pile of black hair and a ballgown, but he did recognise the owl.
"You're bringing that thing?" He asked...whoever it was. He didn't recognise the girl at all. Had to be a Death Hunter. "It's...not a real owl, is it? It's just gonna get maimed."
Malkam dragged his dress up the path, not liking being this close to said owl and getting the feeling that regardless of its status as a real owl, he was going to get his shoulder s**t on.
"Don't worry about it," Malkam answered shortly. "I mean, don't let it get maimed, or whatever, but it's...magic. And it's got orders to come too. ...Wherever we're going."
Harrison turned over a manilla folder. "Vegas. We gotta stop some deal from going down. You a...negotiator, or something?"
Malkam flipped through the info. Ignoring the bird. The really, really stupid bird. Why him, and not Mik? He was the one who wanted to hang out with...Tweetheart. And...when the bird wasn't a bird too. Maybe more than Mik wanted to hang out with Malk. It was like a dumb triangle of who wanted to spend time with who, and nobody was looking in the right direction.
"No," he said, not sure what information he needed from the briefing, which was vague. "I'm still in training."
Harrison's eyebrow went up.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 11:28 am
The owl was quite happy perching on Malkam and had found a spot where it's claws didn't dig in too much, trying to balance itself with its wings. It would be interesting going on a mission with Malkam he thought and more interesting going incognito with Harrison in tow. Vegas also sounded interesting and potentially somewhere he could get himself some extra money.
Rep showed up late, because he wasn't actually used to getting to missions that didn't start at 5AM. He had somehow "found" himself an elegant masquerade-style mask trimmed in what looked to be tiger fur and rooster feathers and was wrapped in long velvety cloaks. He looked like he worked part time as a fortune teller.
"Us and the ******** midget I guess." he said, giving Malkam a look. "And their ******** owl."
The owl hissed at Rep, fluffing its feathers up.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 12:17 pm
Harrison, who was dressed as a half-assed pirate, felt his heart leap as Rep did show up, going over to feel the fuzz on Rep's costume between his thumb and ********, man," he said, with genuine emotion, "I thought it was going to be me and a newbie and a kids show mascot trying to James Bond our way out of this s**t."
He liked James Bond, but he wasn't him. And it felt weird going to Vegas without His Queen.
Harrison wrapped Rep up in a strong and immediate kiss, grinning and still close to him even when he broke it off.
Truth be told, he was feeling much better about the whole thing.
Malkam glared right back at Rep.
"It's not my owl. It's...my brother's," Malkam said. "And I'm Malkam. Sun Division. I've actually fought stuff before, so." He'd done it one time, anyway.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 12:29 pm
Rep leaned into Harrison affectionately. "Like I'd let you go to Vegas without me." he said. It didn't matter that he was a woman, it certainly didn't matter to the blue queen what gender he was, it would be easier with both of them. The kiss surprised him, but he returned it with the same fervour, giving Malkam a slightly apologetic smile as it broke off.
"Well whoever's ******** owl it is honey." he said. "I hope it doesn't get killed."
His claim to have fought things made Rep bark with laughter "Sure you ******** have." he said. "Sure. Well I'm sure you'll do fine here, nae bother at all if you are some experienced dab hand at this."
Lawrence didn't like or trust Rep, especially not with his son's safety or his own, but all he could do to express his displeasure was huffily huddle closer to Malkam's ear clicking angrily.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 12:37 pm
"His name's Tweetheart," Malkam supplied sullenly, handing Rep the folder next and shoving his hands in his pockets, "and he's fought stuff too."
"Best city there is," Harrison hummed cheerfully, swapping the eye his eyepatch was on and doing a double-check of his equipment, and Rep's. "Depending on how the mission turns out, maybe we could see about seeing the sights a while. You got an earpiece?" He asked the kid.
Malkam shook his head.
"On the table," Harrison said, "but I don't think there's any owl-sized ones."
Malkam rolled his eyes but went to put them in. "Great," he said, "hearing aides. Maybe Tweetheart should be wearing them."
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 12:42 pm
"That's the gayest ******** name I've ever heard." said Rep, putting his headset on and tucking it behind all the feathers. Harrison got a toothy grin though. "Think I'd like that. I always like it in Vegas, bit like home." He made sure he had his runics also hidden under the layers of disguise. He was always pretty prepared for a fight though, and even dressed like this he knew Tracey was there lingering on the edge of summoning.
"What the ******** does the owl even do, how can something with a gay ******** name like Tweetheart do anything? Are you going to throw it at s**t? It's no like it has a weapon."
The owl bit Malkam on the ear, it wasn't very hard (because owls had feeble little beaks) but the indignity was very present.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 12:51 pm
"OW!" Malkam said, slapping his ear, "I don't know, I don't care! I hate it, it's the worst owl! Cut it out, gross," he told it, rubbing his ear furiously.
"Now y'all are both gonna go and hurt...what's its face, the owl's feelings," Harrison said. "Just make sure if anything goes down it uh, I dunno. Finds some rafters." He'd rather not waste defensive effort on the kid and his pet, but it'd be good practice.
Harrison grinned back at Rep, and switched his grip on Rep's lapels, pulling him forward. "Come on. Let's go wreck some s**t. ...I mean get some intel. I'm feeling lucky. Maybe both."
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 1:09 pm
The owl made an indignant racket and flapped his wings at Malkam before settling down again in an indignant puff of feathers.
"Owls don't have ******** feelings." Rep said, and was of much the same inclination as Harrison when it came to using Malkam as idiot civilian practice. He grinned. "******** intel, what do you think you are a Death hunter?" he said. "Or you know, a Death hunter no under Cael."
When they arrived it was to a party already in full swing, people in costume all around, milling here and there without any heed for a group already in costume. At best Malkam got a look or two simply for being really committed to whatever obscure reference his costume embodied.
Rep took a deep breath, as if somehow being in Vegas was something he could feel in the air and in his very core. "Right." he said. "Lets find some s**t out. Owl kid, go see what you can see, we'll be close by, so if you get in trouble." he tapped his ear.
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Toshihiko Two rolled 1 100-sided dice:
80
Total: 80 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 1:18 pm
Quote: Harrison + Rep prompt! 61 - 80: Someone mistakes you for a server, and you get hustled back into the kitchen and loaded up with a plate of food or drinks, and then shoved right back out of the kitchens. To not blow your cover, you need to, well. Serve. Roll 1d10 and get a 7 or above to offload them all. It wasn't for naught, though: you managed to confirm there's a huge deal going down at the stroke of midnight, down in the basement. You better be there, or be square. Or, you know. Fail your mission.
Somebody was about to get plundered.
Vegas had a certain smell, a feel in the air. It was dry, and in everything lit up with so many spells the lights might as well have been runes. His chin was a little higher, his walk a shade more confident, but his eyes lit up with a certain ownership of this town and place.
That lasted about two seconds, before somebody hissed at him to get tables 9 and 10, quick, and what was he doing standing around.
"Me?" He asked, almost laughing, "yeah, sure, okay," and he burst into the kitchen doors like he owned that place too, glancing at the tickets and taking some dishes up, "Hey, Queen," Harrison said, for lack of a better spy name, "they got people in this establishment that need feeding, can't let their reputation go down on account of inferior service."
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Baneful rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 1:57 pm
Rep snorted as he found himself in the kitchens with Harrison, but wasn't too upset either. As a Death hunter he'd learned to just roll with whatever was thrown his way, including weird ******** kitchen duties if that's what it took. The kitchen had some pretty ******** interesting discussions anyway.
"Got a vested interest in local businesses?" Rep said with a slightly wicked smile. "Then lets make sure they get their s**t. Before midnight."
It was amazing how charming and careful Rep could be when he was in a good mood, working the tables like he was born to it behind the bright and tiger striped mask. He returned with a nod, taking Harrison's arm to harry him out of the kitchen again.
"Table eleven wanted to thank you personally." he said
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Baneful rolled 1 100-sided dice:
41
Total: 41 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 2:02 pm
People seemed to be starting to leave and Tweetheart gestured in their direction, struggling to speak as an owl but managing it regardless. He leaned down to nibble on Malk's clothes at his shoulder more in an anxious tic than anything else while he did it.
"Pay attention to what they are talking about, move through the crowd, with it, pick and choose, don't be obvious."
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 2:23 pm
"Less obvious than a talking owl?" Malkam mumbled under the noise of the party, but reported, "Everyone's moving, going to see what's up."
That he was okay with, it was kind of like being at a club or a concert, just moving in the direction of the crowd. It was natural for anybody to do. He got a brief impression of a snowy forest, like when they'd all gone hunting elk.
Moving like a pack.
Lawrence's ears would be better than his anyway, in spite of the jab. Owls had good hearing, right? But it was hard not to attract attention with a live animal. That one guy's costume was way over the top, and the other one looked cheap. This one had been Lawrence's idea, and he didn't like being in a dress and he didn't like the way the wig itched. He felt like he was being made fun of on purpose.
He didn't hear anything good. And, once he got out in the hall, it was like everyone melted away.
s**t...s**t, where did he go wrong? Did he miss them?
He made his way towards some stairs instead of heading back to the party.
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Toshihiko Two rolled 1 100-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 2:24 pm
Malkam caught a fleeting shadow, someone, or someones, looking at him...then walking away, and talking into, what, a device?
s**t, s**t, he was trying not to get flustered, but he wasn't cut out for all this stuff, and he'd be more relaxed if Mik was here instead of...instead of a stupid owl.
"Ah, I think I messed it up," he said under his breath.
He was already feeling embarrassed in the costume. Now he felt twice as bad.
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Baneful rolled 1 100-sided dice:
37
Total: 37 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 2:46 pm
Lawrence was used to feeling awkward. He was always a little awkward when he didn't have a persona to base his decisions off of, but this was something else entirely. As an owl everything was strange and out of place, the sounds too too loud, the movements too much, the air too clammy. His instincts rebelled against all of it, and clustered as close to fear as they could be for someone who didn't really feel fear the same way.
"You are fine." he said very quietly, at least able to handle that much. "Crowds ebb and flow, even when you are seen don't doubt yourself. They'll doubt themselves sooner than you'd think. Look important, act important, be important. They'll think its more than their money is worth."
Something was planted on Malkam's shoulder and he ate it, realising too late that it was made of metal. He gave a distressed sound and took a few minutes to compose himself enough to explain in even more hushed tones what he'd just eaten.
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