[ 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.
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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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 6:22 pm
The cooler was a fascinating thing: much more interesting than Mr. E, with his smiles and his demands, or the shiny white Ford Bronco parked not too far away, their chariot for the purpose of this task -- or, even, the strange horseman who was to be his partner. Ever hummed, a hand pressed over the lock, feeling the chill that came from inside it, the weight of the box, the faint smell of dust clinging around the edges.
As soon as Mr. E was out of earshot, he stood, voice dropped to a low whispers. And instead of introducing himself properly, he leaned in just a bit toward Ilker to ask:
"Want to open it?"
OOC
Character's name: Ever Character's clan: Famine Character's journal link:xxx Character's arcana The Fool (group F) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale on pale, left to his own devices Ever tends to wear shades of ivory and sand. Venturing into the human world, he wears every article of clothing he's picked up, all at once. His hair is long and tousled, pulled into a fluffy tail at the back of his neck; his skin is pale and washed out; the only pop of color is black, like sickness, that creeps dark from the tips of his fingers up his arms. Covering his eyes is a pair of cheap, mirrored shades.
Everything goes very smoothly and well. You are safe and also awesome at this.
Ilker's partner was most definitely out of his mind. They'd been specifically instructed not to open the box, and yet, the idiot's first idea was to open the damn box. He'd somehow thought he'd attempt to be nice to his partner, but the first sentence made him throw any attempt out the window. Ilker wrinkled his nose, grimace extremely apparent on his face. "No." He murmured with distaste, also not bothering to introduce himself. "Do you want to die?" He asked, but instead of waiting for a response he strode right past his partner with the douchebaggy glasses and, after swiftly swiping the cooler from his extremely pale and skinny partner, nodded at the car. "Now get in, partner. We have deliveries to make." He demanded, sounding unamused and slightly impatient.
It honestly didn't take long, nor was it stressful in any way to get there and come back. Ilker was an AWESOME driver, of course.
Character's name: Ilker Raja Character's clan: Death Character's journal link:boop! Character's arcana: Empress BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Ilker is a 6'3 man with dark skin peppered with vitiligo on his face, chest, shoulders, and knees. Wearing a dark, dull hood laden with intricate jewels and only slight purple accents, the long, black haired man is commonly seen with a scythe bladed glaive in his hand and a stoic, neutral expression on his face. He has thick black hair reaching to his hip, pulled back into a half braid left cascading over his shoulder. He wears snakebites and eyebrows piercings, and has a weird fondness for water.
and be blue rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-6)
Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 7:13 pm
Quote:
Everything goes very smoothly and well. You are safe and also awesome at this.
If nothing else, Ever seemed good at following directions -- following Ilker without protest to drop down into the passenger's seat, the cooler settled across his knees. He strummed a thoughtless little pattern onto the top of the box, heedless of whatever might be inside, and his mind wandered. Since the other man was driving, he didn't have to worry about the road, or their path, or much of anything except not opening the box.
And once he'd thought that, the urge to pop the lock and check out what was inside doubled and redoubled.
Instead, he half-turned his head to consider Ilker, chin tipped up and eyes hidden thoroughly behind the mirrored glass of his sunglasses. His expression looked thoughtful in an exaggerated way, mouth shifting with words before he spoke.
Everything goes very smoothly and well. You are safe and also awesome at this.
Eyes on the road. Eyes on the road. Ilker was unimpressed with the glare coming from those sunglasses, but he supposed a douchebag would stay a douchebag if given the chance. Whatever. He'd never voice his judgements. He stared ahead, tempted to simply ignore the question but releasing a sigh and stealing a quick glance at him. "I don't interact much with Famine. Or... any of the other clans, really." He kept to himself, and he enjoyed that. He did have one or two acquaintances in Famine, sure, but for the most part, Death was his deal. He glanced once more in the others direction, this time at the box. He pressed his lips together. "You sound like you get around." He continued, sounding only minimally interested but attempting to start a conversation, even if only small.
Character's name: Ilker Raja Character's clan: Death Character's journal link:boop! Character's arcana: Empress BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Ilker is a 6'3 man with dark skin peppered with vitiligo on his face, chest, shoulders, and knees. Wearing a dark, dull hood laden with intricate jewels and only slight purple accents, the long, black haired man is commonly seen with a scythe bladed glaive in his hand and a stoic, neutral expression on his face. He has thick black hair reaching to his hip, pulled back into a half braid left cascading over his shoulder. He wears snakebites and eyebrows piercings, and has a weird fondness for water.
and be blue
and be blue rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-6)
Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 7:53 pm
For a moment, Ever considered that statement, turning the phrase get around in the back of his mind with his head cocked quizzically to one side and those strumming fingers finally gone still. Eventually, he shrugged, waving it away in a casual sort of manner, leaning back with his face still turned in Ilker's direction.
"Used to, maybe. Less so now. Why, are you --"
The rest of that thought was lost as the car ground to a halt, two stern looking Famine horsemen blocking their path. It left Ever confused, until one of them shouted something. He thought he recognized the voice, turned his head in that direction, and then (with a sigh and a hand held up to let Ilker know they could continue this conversation after) he climbed out to go find out what they wanted.
Ilker wouldn't be able to hear the words until he rolled his window down, but wherever Ever started the conversation -- well, his compatriots didn't look terribly impressed. Hands on his hips and chin thrust up, apparently fearless, he said something sharp and dismissive and then one of them took a solid swing at him, knocking the sunglasses askew on his nose. One eye showed below, on the left side -- or rather, the old scarring where an eye had once been. Exasperated, Ever righted his frames.
and be blue rolled 2 20-sided dice:
20, 16Total: 36 (2-40)
Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 8:03 pm
This time, instead of trying to talk to them, Ever just stepped forward and hit back. And while he was a skinny guy, all sharp bones and fragile-looking fingers, jutting cheekbones and pale skin, apparently he hit like a ton of bricks. One swing at the horseman on the left, and that one went down like a sack of bricks. Before the other could react, he kicked her feet out from under her, too, and shoved both most of the way out of the road.
He brushed fingers against his jaw as he climbed back into the passenger's seat beside Ilker, carefully propping the cooler across his knees. A bruise bloomed, dark purple and green and blue on his face, but Ever seemed largely unconcerned about that.
The cooler is stolen by birds. To catch them roll 4d4, if any of the dice is a 1, you fail to catch them.
Ilker almost ran over the Famine horsemen on the road. When Ever raised a hand to pause the conversation, apparently thinking it was smart to leave the car when two people were on the road, blocking them, Ilker simply sat there and rolled his eyes, sitting back in his seat and watching the events fold. After a punch and quick but killer combat, Ilker's lip curled in displeasure, eyes irritated. He tapped a finger on the wheel impatiently as Ever entered the car, cooler on his lap. He barely noticed he wasn't wearing his glasses anymore, but noticed how very clear it was he was very blind. "I was too distracted by the time. We're going to be late." Or well, he felt pressure to do this right.
Of course, when he wanted to do something right, there was always something wrong.
Birds. Flying, crazily. They'd come out of nowhere, possibly? Maybe the pets of those Famine idiots-- They'd taken the box, and Ilker was NOT having that right now. He dashed out of the car in pursuit.
Character's name: Ilker Raja Character's clan: Death Character's journal link:boop! Character's arcana: Empress BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Ilker is a 6'3 man with dark skin peppered with vitiligo on his face, chest, shoulders, and knees. Wearing a dark, dull hood laden with intricate jewels and only slight purple accents, the long, black haired man is commonly seen with a scythe bladed glaive in his hand and a stoic, neutral expression on his face. He has thick black hair reaching to his hip, pulled back into a half braid left cascading over his shoulder. He wears snakebites and eyebrows piercings, and has a weird fondness for water.
You've failed at your job today. When Mr. E sees you next, he's definitely smiling.
Ilker snarled in rage at the sight of the birds running with the cooler. As he ran, the death horseman grabbed a few rocks and flung them at the birds-- Unfortunately, they were faster, and also, they were <******** birds. Ilker groaned from exertion, panting and laying a hand on the nearest tree. Ohhh man, they sure were ********. Or, better said, he was ********. This was just great.
Lagging back to the car, Ilker wheezed himself into his seat empty handed. He pushed some spare strands of hair from his face, sweating and staring directly at the road ahead. He clicked his tongue, tapping his finger on the steering wheel before clenching his teeth and leaning forward to press his forehead on the wheel. He closed his eyes, releasing a frustrated growl. "I. Need. A. ********. Drink." With each pause he tapped his forehead on the wheel, extremely DONE with anything involving this job. "There's no way in hell we can catch up with those <********> birds," He snarled, looking at the sky. "So. I'm getting a drink. Maybe two. You can come if you want. But I need a <******** drink."
And with that, he started driving.
Character's name: Ilker Raja Character's clan: Death Character's journal link:boop! Character's arcana: Empress BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Ilker is a 6'3 man with dark skin peppered with vitiligo on his face, chest, shoulders, and knees. Wearing a dark, dull hood laden with intricate jewels and only slight purple accents, the long, black haired man is commonly seen with a scythe bladed glaive in his hand and a stoic, neutral expression on his face. He has thick black hair reaching to his hip, pulled back into a half braid left cascading over his shoulder. He wears snakebites and eyebrow piercings, and has a weird fondness for water.
In the passenger's seat, Ever ruffled hair forward into his face, obscuring most of it behind a fluffy veil of white -- and frowned, just faintly, as the birds took off with their bounty. If he'd been a little quicker, a bit more attentive, he could have reached out and caught it before they were gone, before it came to Ilker pushing his foot down to the floor and sending the Bronco racing after them.
He didn't. Instead he hummed thoughtfully, sitting back and tapping against his leg, listening with the window cracked for the sound of flapping wings -- retreating away from them. And just briefly, he had a thought, and that thought was:
"We should have opened it."
But he said it softly, more for himself than for Ilker, and the words mostly disappeared under the other man's angry rant. So he pressed his lips together thoughtfully, tapping out another little pattern, before he nodded agreement. His jaw ached a bit, and despite his distracted appearance, a flit of annoyance went through him at their failure.
"I could have a drink, I guess. If you know a place to go."
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