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Broken Skies: War in the Eversky

@CollectorOfMyst Yeah I know. Just trying to find an incentive for people to post, really. I get the impression that this RP is gonna have a slight action/spy movie feel to it, in between the inevitably tricky journeys between the three nations, so I think we should have our first taste of action in the morning.

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@Deos Morran@deadnaut@vietmyke@13org@CollectorOfMyst@13900IpForThis

Once the briefing is over, you'll all go back to your rooms with the understanding that you'll be leaving at dawn in the morning - I feel it only fair to warn you that something will happen preventing this, causing us to leave much, much earlier.

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@Deos Morran If you bring them, probably. The IRIO doesn't stock it with much more than the necessities - tinned foods, water, some backup weapons and munitions, fuel, that sort of thing. Flares too and vital mission equipment obviously.

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@CollectorOfMyst "I am the same, friend."
@vietmyke Mhm. It is a sad thing.
@Deos Morran Those who feel victimised should make their concerns known, for the benefit of the RP as a whole. We have a GM and 2 kinda-Co-GMs to talk to about these things, there has to be somebody with whom you're on decent terms to discuss it with.

neotokyo ⋮⋮ ネオトウキョウ

James R. Amson

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name.

James Richard Amson

aliases.

Kagaku-sha / The Chemist — As a chemistry graduate of Queen Mary University of London, he became involved with the Japanese criminal underworld on his first tour there, conducting cooperative research. Now, owing them a debt, he helps them produce narcotics and drugs for international distribution. They call him The Chemist, because that's precisely what he is.

sex.

Male

Age

27

occupations.

Aside from working with the crime family to produce drugs, he maintains his daily appearance as a researcher for the international pharmaceuticals firm, GeneSynth.

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height.

6"1

weight.

153lbs

body type.

Sinewy and toned, but not exactly strong. Due to his cycling habits, his legs are well developed, and he looks good - but he's light by nature, and appears skinny.

strengths.

- He forms interpersonal bonds well, enabling him to gain the trust of others, or diffuse unstable individuals with a higher rate of success than average.
- He is an intelligent and analytical person, capable of discerning patterns not immediately visible to most - especially when his specialist subject, Chemistry, is involved.
- Though it has its drawbacks, his pupils do not constrict properly, and overdilate in darkness, granting him a modicum of nightvision.

weaknesses.

- Well, for one thing, he's white. He sticks out like a sore thumb in Japan - and his Japanese is poorly accented too. By no means is he likely to blend in with any community but an almost exclusively immigrant one.
- His pupils, due to a genetic defect, are too wide and do not constrict properly. He has decent nightvision as a result, but experiences reduced visibility in bright daylight and is easily blinded.
- He's not terribly fit. By no means is he incapable of running for his life, but he's also no athlete and would be easily outpaced by any experienced assailant.

skills.

- From his time with chemistry students, in a central London university, he still has an absurdly high alcohol tolerance - especially considering that the Japanese often has lower tolerances than Europeans anyway.
- Because of his background in chemistry both legitimate and otherwise, he can synthesise a number of basic painkillers and medications from basic ingredients. This also extends to poisons, drugs, explosives and the like. Most of it is quite dangerous to do without specialist equipment, however.
- He can handle a gun, courtesy of his time with the local criminal underworld. He's not an excellent shot, however, and has no real skill with long guns.
- Surprisingly, he is an excellent cook.

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personality.

James is a generally well meaning, polite, and friendly individual, making him both more trusting than is beneficial, and more persuasive than isn't. He has no particular mental illness, or pathological tendency for conflict, but tries to be funny frequently and usually fails. He usually puts it down to social differences in comedy, however - the British sense of humour is internationally reknowned for being... rather odd. Other than that, there's nothing remarkable about him. He scares just as easily as the next person, and has no particular favourite foods, drinks, or activities that he's ever likely to enjoy again, now that he's a wanted man.

backstory.

James Richard Amson was one of the best. He hadn't always been, but that was how he'd turned out on the day he graduated from Queen Mary University of London with a Master's Degree in Chemistry.
Having put the work in, having found his heart in science, and having met someone fantastic to share his life with, he had absolutely no reason to not be the best he could be. He was happy, safe,
fed, and in an intellectually stimulating environment. All his needs were taken care of. He was good, and he graduated top in his class. Now, this is the kind of thing that makes a guy a shoo in for the most exciting research programs there are, and he went on to spend two years with his own professors, developing anti-cancers. While he was with them, they were able to produce and replicate three promising new drugs to test, one of which went on to commercial production within the next two years - which is how he got to Japan.

As it happens, that drug that made it to production ended up proving 130% more effective than the next best on the market, with half of the negative side effects of its predecessor - and it was primarily due to his and two other recent graduates' input. In the world of science, this usually has the easily predicted effect of setting private corporations after you; sure enough they were, all three, hired within a month of this drug going into public use. The very company they'd received half their funding from in the first place promised to give them levels of funding never before seen, and a state of the art facility in the land of the Rising Sun. One of them had been Japanese anyway, so she took the offer as a way to move home with a pay rise, but for the first year of their employment there the other two lived very insularly, within the small English speaking community that had grown up around the lab. They learnt Japanese slowly in between hours in the lab, and enjoying the lavish lifestyle of a high level corporate researcher.

And, as all things lead on to more things in turn, this was how he became involved with producing drugs. You see, the local dark economy had taken to using tutors and translators to reach the immigrant communities, in search of individuals with useful skillsets. James was one of these individuals, and although he hates to be called greedy...

The money they were promising was fantastic, and absurd. It would give him opportunities he'd never had before. It would let him move back to England and be with his girlfriend not just as a successful chemical professional, but as a man with the ability to set something up that would look after them both forever - their own company, generating its own profit. They could own their own home, full stop.
No mortgage or anything.

It was too good to be true.

Which is why it wasn't.

For the final year of his time there, he slowly came to realise that he was under the very real threat of murder should he not deliver, continuously, a stream of narcotics. He was perfectly capable of it,
yes, but when he began to see the effects of his work on the local community - teenagers trying to deal with exam stress ending up in hospital, overdosed on his pills, the homeless living only for their next hit of something he'd put into a syringe for them only a week earlier, and the decadent wealthy in his own community, snorting compounds that should never have existed - he thought again.

When he saw his colleague - the other student he'd graduated with, the one he'd had to learn Japanese with - overdose and barely survive at a party, on only her first hit, he thought again.

When it hit him, what his lover, Jean, would think of him now, he thought again.

He sabotaged the production facility, puncturing the feeder tubes and loosening screws in the reaction vessel to fill the whole warehouse with flammable, toxic fumes. And then he lit a candle at the far end of the building, and ran.

The next day, there's a remarkable hole in the pseudo-cartel's production network... and his last reliable contact has informed him that there's an eraser hit on him.

All he could think was that he'd done a good job of it- and that he was lucky they had no idea about Jean.

extra.

He has a steady relationship with a woman named Jean, who lives in England and so far remains unknown to the people he is running from. He uses burner phones to contact her occasionally, to let her know he is alive - but he only ever leaves a single message with each phone, and destroys them afterwards.

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@CollectorOfMyst Estoy lo mismo, amigo. I was worried people had forgotten about it.

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Brief update - added vietmyke and Deadnaut, the first two applicants, as co-GMs. The understanding we have is that they're both very busy, and so will not be able to take on the full duties of a Co-GM, but can help with the managerial aspect.

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"A collection of freelancers with no public affiliation to the IRIO, Mr. Thomas." The General mused, sipping his drink, "They're good at what they do, though. Hopefully they can all be good at that as a team."

"Yes. We've got a lot riding on this." Daniel flexed, and clicked his neck, as he moved to stand just behind and to the right of the General's chair. "Why thank you, Samuel. I'll consider taking singing lessons too." He smirked, as the door opened and their new operatives filed in.

Once everyone was seated, the General stood up and spoke.

"Good evening, all. My name is Andius Ponta, and I am the head of the International Relations and Intelligence Office - or the IRIO, for short. This is my lieutenant and personal aide, Daniel Hunt, and that-" He said, pointing at Samuel, "- is Sam Thomas, our primary pilot and aeronautics technician - though I'm told you greasers prefer the term mechanic - for this run."

Gently, he placed his drink down on the table, and retrieved from his pocket a thin, folded piece of paper. Laying it out on the table, it was revealed to be a comprehensive geopolitical map of the Eversky. The city of Solace was a light blue, the Red League was coloured in red, naturally, the Oakheart Sovereignty was white, with a gold crest in the middle of their territory, and the Dominion was a steely grey. Between each nation, colour coded arrows represented their general disposition to the others - and to the World Court itself.

"This map," The General stabbed at it with his finger, "tells us one very important thing."

"The Eversky is about to be plunged into a vast and bloody war, if we don't do something - and bloody quick too, I say."

The General sat back, and nodded to Daniel, who stepped forward with his hands behind his back, and a cold, logical expression fixed firmly on his face.

"The political situation in the Iron Dominion is a troubling one. The current Prime Minister is becoming increasingly unpopular thanks to the policy of relentlessly testing the other two nations' aerial defense networks, and subsequently disturbing the peace in the Dominion, as well as rapid industrialisation of the rockfields to the east of the Dominion. The opposition called her out on this, and she's had several popular opposition politicians imprisoned as a result - which has only made the situation worse for them. Our emissaries and agents within Industry house, plus a close monitoring of the local media, has resulted in our firm belief that the PM is more than willing to start a war in order to postpone the oncoming general election, and give her party more time to win back the working classes. We need to stop that from happening."

"Furthermore, while the Oakheart Sovereignty is in a state of relative peace, the King is growing older, and remains unmarried. Ralen Pinestock is turning 53 in a few months, and is beginning to feel the discontent of his people at his marital status. He contacted us personally a while ago to ask the IRIO for advice - though why he thought a bunch of spies would know anything about the politics of love honestly beats me. It is possible, though, that some elements of the Oakheart nobility are subtly working against him, to install a married, more stable king - despite the fact that the Sovereignty has never seen better years on account of just how superb a leader Pinestock is. What's worse, the noble most likely to be voted in by the Sovereign Council - their strange, nobles only pseudoparliament - is a complete xenophobe, and warmonger. The Sovereignty will be the second stop."

"The Red League is... actually rather stable. There is nothing overtly threatening to the stability of the Eversky to be found there - but IRIO and Red League intelligence operatives have been sending cryptic messages lately, and we might as well send some people to check it out before this is over."

The General cleared his throat, and stood up, about half a foot shorter than Daniel.

"But of course, that hardly explains why we're not using our own resources to deal with this - after all, such a sensitive situation is usually kept behind the locked doors of the IRIO."

He paused for a moment, surveying the operatives before him.

"Well, it's because of those Heavens' Eyes nutjobs. I hate to admit it, but we've been half forced out of our own occupations by those hyper religious psychopaths, and for some reason they're not particularly interested in cooperating with us, or in preventing the war on their own. If I thought a decent force of my own agents could get through the IRIO web, I'd send them instead - especially since I can't even really afford to pay you, at least not enough to make it worth a job like this."

"But make no mistake, without your influence, the Eversky will be consumed by a bloody and savage war, which will see the deaths of potentially as many as millions of innocents, more than have ever been taken by the fiery hand of war in our history. I don't know you, and if you aren't willing to help us with this without guarantee of high pay you ought to leave - but know that this is your chance to make a mark on the history of this world, and that this is your chance to finally work for something more than money."

"Are you in?"

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@13org@vietmyke It was the asterisks that got me. Feel free to have your characters say whatever you like, but the asterisks got to me. I apologise for seeming rude about it, but regardless of whether you say 'sigh' out loud or not - and actually, I have too - the asterisks just got to me, that's all.

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I'll wait for all our characters to make their ways to the back - with the exception of Samuel, who is probably already there, or with the ship.