[ JOB LISTING ] Transporter [ DIFFICULTY LEVEL ] gaia_stargaia_stargaia_star [ TASK ] Sometimes things need to be moved, quickly. Maybe it's a body, maybe it's only part of a body. Speed, discretion, and the ability to do away with obstacles are all necessary to complete this task.
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Several of the clan members who help run the spa have gone missing. Nobody is particularly worried about them as they are the type to like going on adventures without notice or anything approaching consideration for their co-workers. In fact, there's some who would just prefer those three never came back. Mr. E, however, just waves you over and you're pretty sure he's smiling at you.
"There's a little delivery we need made, and you look entirely qualified to make it for me. You will, of course, be rewarded and your valuable contribution to HCorp acknowledged for all of eternity, so and so forth, please just go do it, yes? Be a good child..."
Being a bad child doesn't seem like a very promising life choice.
It's just a little cooler, firmly locked and sealed with something very possibly harmful to you. If you decide to unlock the chest instead of deliver it, roll 1d100. 1-99 means you are now poisoned and lose 10 HP for every post you make today (icly and oocly). If you roll 100, post quote lizbot to see what happens.
The cooler can be delivered in any method of your choice, walking via portals, flying, even driving through the human world is viable. The destination is also your choice.
Roll 3d6 and complete the 3 prompts Everything goes very smoothly and well. You are safe and also awesome at this. Your mode of transportation gets destroyed, cutting your HP in half. You must find a new way to get to your destination. You are attacked by humans, possibly bandits or possibly cops or possibly just really drunk teenagers doing it for their YouTube channel. How do you deal with them? Do you try to stay low key or do you get violent and hella magical with your badself? You are attacked by two members of Famine. Do you try to persuade them to let you go on your way or do you try to kick their a**? Roll 2d20. Each dice represents a Famine horseman. 15 and over is a success. Every failure costs you 10 HP. You must succeed twice. (Example: is you roll 11 and 17 in one turn, that is one failure and one success.) The cooler is stolen by birds. To catch them roll 4d4, if any of the dice is a 1, you fail to catch them. You've failed at your job today. When Mr. E sees you next, he's definitely smiling. You are attacked by a Hunter. You can choose to fight or escape. To escape, roll 1d20. Anything 16 or higher means you've gotten away. Anything less and you've been hit for 10HP and need to either try again or try fighting back. To fight, roll 2d8. The first die is you, the second is the Hunter. The one that is higher wins that exchange. The first to hit the other three times wins the confrontation. (In the case of a tie, your horseman wins.)
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Terr was a Jewel Crafter, not a fighter. Which was why for this job he sought out the company of a small but formidable fighter in the form of Elaia.
"Shall we make use of portals or would you prefer risking these monstrous metal contraptions they call a vehicle?" he asked.
Terr Death Horseman; Jeweler The Hermit Arcana (Group C) Journal - 6"0 tall - Workaholic - Stoic on the outside, geek on the inside - Tendency to forget to eat/sleep/bathe when working
Terr had chosen his muscle wisely; always did for stuff like this and today was no acceptation. Her short frame, bright colorful and girly clothing, and that thin line of her lips that spoke of her toughness. Yes, she was the mare for the job.
"We drive Terr," her voice deep and husky as much as a tiny female could manage. Somehow she had managed to get a hold of some aviator glasses and the sun hit them just right, the extra addition of cool. Did she know how to drive? No. But she mostly just wanted to slide across the front part of the car things like she had seen in one of those human movies.
name: Elaia journal:A link! clan: Death (Guardian) arcana: Sun description: Short, petite under them layers of armor and furs. Hair is a mass of deep blue curls and blue eyes brightened by her black scerla. Is way too happy for her own good... and will fight you.
Terr nodded in assent and didn't so much as put up a fuss that Elaia wanted to drive. The way he saw the situation, this was perfect as he would much rather be sitting down keeping an eye on the cooler.
There was a loud flutter of wings and glancing over his shoulder, blue eyes widened in disbelief and terror at the sight of so many birds suddenly swooping down on him.
They didn't want him apparently, but they were after the cooler from Mr. E. And he failed to stop them out of the sheer number of them present.
Did they actually manage to acquire a vehicle? Well, not right away obviously with Terr getting attacked by birds as if he was just covered in seeds or something. Elaia watched, mouth agape as her friend was just.... yeah, birds apparently just didn't like him.
And they hadn't even gotten that far.
Not that the small Guardian had any luck. Somehow a Hunter - was it a Hunter? why were they wearing their stupid white coats in the middle of the human world?! - scope her out and attacked. How rude! As much as she was willing to fight him, because of she did, there was a job to do and some birds to lose (seriously Terr!).
"Help! This mean man is trying to attack me! This poor innocent... girl!" That was the right word?
No one was buying it? Anyone? Oh, no one was around except Terr and his bird problem. Well, at least she could have some fun.
Huni Pi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17Total: 17 (1-20)
Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 11:53 pm
Terry had failed his task but that didn't mean he was going to stand idly by while his Guardian was now forced to deal with a hunter! He looked down at his footwear (which could have been the reason for the birds' attack) then over Elaia, then back to his heels.
He removed one and then both, and wielding the point-ended footwear of Death, stabbed at the Hunter to serve as a distraction to allow Elaia to escape. After that he picked up Elaia and ran for the car.
Or not, Terr was totally ruining a chance to go fight something. "'ey!" Well at least they were heading towards a car. A really ugly looking one. "Why are you choosing that one?" There was a shinier one like right next to it!
And why were the birds following? "Terr, what did you do to provoke them?" Wait, did he only have one shoe left? "Terr, I think even they know those were a bad choice." The girl depanned and pulled away from him. If he was going to take her from her Hunter fight, then she was going to go after the birds.
And get that cooler back! "Yay, Elaia ! you got the cooler back, yaaay! Our hero!" It had been an ordeal, she had to jump for it being so short but she had managed it because she was tough like that.
The birds had returned? But why? Oh well, at least this would give Terr a chance to retrieve the cooler from them! He swerved towards the shinier vehicle per Elaia's instruction. He was still careful in placing her inside the driver's seat before standing his ground and trying to grab the cooler from the flock.
Though she was immensely pleased at his last minute decision to go with the much nicer looking vehicle, putting Elaia into the driver's seat probably wasn't the best of choices. (Urg, she didn't get to slide on the hood). It was one fact that she was unable to actually drive and another that the car was actually a manual transmission.
And had the terrible idea that perhaps the car could help get the cooler back from the flock of birds that had come back with a vengeance. (Apparently they had gotten some friends).
It didn't work. Anyone could have seen this coming as while she shifted the gear to back up and ram the birds (like that was going to do anything), she went forward and right into the wall that they had been parked in front of. Totally the car and well, she wasn't exactly feeling awesome right now. And broke her glasses. "Nooooo."
Time to kill a mocking bird for the one that flew over the cuckoo's nest! But no matter how much Terr tried to psyche himself up in dealing with the feather foul fowls, they still made off with the cooler that Elaia had been protecting. And not only that but she'd... crashed the car???
"Elaia!" Terr yelled, concern visible and audible as he ran to see how she was.
Physically she was alright, a little bruised and a little dented with a small bump that was beginning to raise on her forehead as her eye was beginning to darken. But it was her pride mostly that took the blow. "Terr, we can't let those birds get the best of us!" Determined face was back and her glasses needed to be avenged! (Or, she at least needed to steal another pair.)
Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 12:48 am
Terr was grim-faced, his stance tense and practically vibrating in vengeance and fury. "No, Elaia," he growled, uncharacteristically open about his rage because there were times he was just pushed too far. And this was definitely one of those time. "Those birds will pay. And I will pluck their feathers and clip their wings and-" he proceeded to describe, in a low but even tone, all the things he would very much like to do to those birds and if they were a trained flock? And they discovered who the trainer was? Oh ho ho, the Death Common Room's lava river was going to get a new fixture.
"Let us return," he held out his arm for her. Pride aside, he was relatively unscathed (he wasn't in the vehicle when the Guardian crashed it) and the Hunter had not noticed him until it was too late. Also, this was his way of showing solidarity in the face of feathery adversity.
Back to the grind, back for his revenge, this was not the same pair of Terr and Elaia. For one thing, Terr had foregone the beautiful shoes in favor of a classier pair of flats.
Grim-faced and determined, he turned to his companion, "Let's do this." And slid on a pair of dark glasses.
Elaia was invigorated, especially with all the fun things she had gotten to do in the past few days. Like attack Hunters and yell at old people. It was enough to get her pumped in trying to get to this task once again. And her glasses from the embassy were still intact to use again to look awesome and cool on their second attempt.
She was pleased that Terr had gotten the memo on eyewear. And wore better shoes. "Let's roll ~"
Terr had hoped their new chosen mode of transportation would prove sturdy enough to handle Elaia's driving. It was almost up until the smaller Death Horseman crashed.
While Terr himself was relatively unfazed (so that was what those seat belts were for,) he made the smaller horseman change seats with him. "I'm driving now." He said simply and then buckled her into the seat.
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