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Posted replies for heroes and villains, I'm currently writing up a whole slew of character sheets for the members of the Sacramento Wards, those will hopefully be up by tomorrow afternoon~ish pacific standard :)
Thomas smiled over at Abigale, "Trust me, it isn't that I think you guys can't handle it, I just wanted to take care of it. It does mean getting out of, your comfort zone and actually talking to people Abigail, and you'll have to get out of the workshop." He said tossing a pointed look at Jack. Having a Tinker on the team was beyond useful, the way tinker's could adapt to any situation and any opponent given the right amount of time to think up a tool or gadget, the value was incalculable, but actually dealing with one on the team? Kind of a pain sometimes. Getting Tinkers to get out and do things other than fight crime or work in their workshops was hard.
"If I had to guess as to why the director wants us to go I would put my money on some combination of genuinely wanting to mess with any plan we come up with, a general distain for us as individuals, and a thirst for personal glory and recognition. At least that's what the empathic ability is telling me." Thomas smiled winking over at Abigale. "We leave at 0800, have a weeks worth of clothes, gear, an necessities ready on the roof of PRT HQ." He said to Sparrow.
"A couple of thugs getting a bit of a beat down a ways over. Nothing to worry about." Nathan said turning away from the hallway and bringing his focus back to the matter at hand. He took a couple of the pages from Diana and began spreading them out on the table. "Looks like there will be three vans, two decoys and the target. If our employers info is right we're going to want to take the contents of the van heading down Commons Way." He said indicating the highlighted route on what appeared to be a satellite map. "There will be PRT squads on call, so this'll have to be a quick job. The squads will just try to muck around with us until the heroes can get there, we can't afford to let that happen. Our boss still doesn't want us to enter combat with the Wards or the Protectorate, meaning the minute they show, we scram."
Nathan pulled a pen out of his pocket and looked a the cross section of the map. "Die, I'm gonna want you here." He said indicating a small park. The park was on a three mile stretch of road, tall buildings on all sides. "Fill the area with fog, I'll clear out any civies with my birds, Iggy, you'll be center of the road, and you'll need to be ready to take a hit. Your job will be to stop the van, Proto you'll be set up on one of these rooftops here, ready to swoop in the moment the van is stopped. Take off the doors, and grab the safe, Iggy'll keep the driver and any guards in the van busy, I'll set my flock to grabbing any extra goodies. Once we have everything we make a fighting retreat to the park, meet back up with Die and she'll pop us back to the Incense room, and we will be much richer, happier people."
He finished marking down the positions and movements of everybody in much the same way you would expect to see the marks on a football play sheet. "Questions, comments, concerns, general praise for my sheer brilliance?" He asked grinning jovially at his teammates.
"If I had to guess as to why the director wants us to go I would put my money on some combination of genuinely wanting to mess with any plan we come up with, a general distain for us as individuals, and a thirst for personal glory and recognition. At least that's what the empathic ability is telling me." Thomas smiled winking over at Abigale. "We leave at 0800, have a weeks worth of clothes, gear, an necessities ready on the roof of PRT HQ." He said to Sparrow.
"A couple of thugs getting a bit of a beat down a ways over. Nothing to worry about." Nathan said turning away from the hallway and bringing his focus back to the matter at hand. He took a couple of the pages from Diana and began spreading them out on the table. "Looks like there will be three vans, two decoys and the target. If our employers info is right we're going to want to take the contents of the van heading down Commons Way." He said indicating the highlighted route on what appeared to be a satellite map. "There will be PRT squads on call, so this'll have to be a quick job. The squads will just try to muck around with us until the heroes can get there, we can't afford to let that happen. Our boss still doesn't want us to enter combat with the Wards or the Protectorate, meaning the minute they show, we scram."
Nathan pulled a pen out of his pocket and looked a the cross section of the map. "Die, I'm gonna want you here." He said indicating a small park. The park was on a three mile stretch of road, tall buildings on all sides. "Fill the area with fog, I'll clear out any civies with my birds, Iggy, you'll be center of the road, and you'll need to be ready to take a hit. Your job will be to stop the van, Proto you'll be set up on one of these rooftops here, ready to swoop in the moment the van is stopped. Take off the doors, and grab the safe, Iggy'll keep the driver and any guards in the van busy, I'll set my flock to grabbing any extra goodies. Once we have everything we make a fighting retreat to the park, meet back up with Die and she'll pop us back to the Incense room, and we will be much richer, happier people."
He finished marking down the positions and movements of everybody in much the same way you would expect to see the marks on a football play sheet. "Questions, comments, concerns, general praise for my sheer brilliance?" He asked grinning jovially at his teammates.
@Caits No worries! Happens to all of us sometimes :)
@Caits Two minor things on your post, Lila and Sparrow are the same person, Sparrow is the character's Cape name and Lila is the character's actual name, and Micia is correct, Nathan is using his ability to observe the thugs a few blocks over through the eyes of birds.
I'll edit it in right now, I'll do my best to remember to maintain that mechanic for the rp!
Lol which would probably push him more to being a villain, maybe we should introduce Dan's character first.
Posted top is heroes, bottom is villains, and there is a possible opening for either Dan or Sagittarius's characters to hop in with a starter about the thugs, so they can step in for some kind of interaction/involvement soon.
Thomas gave Jack a smile as he walked out of workshop, “Sorry Jack, but you know that you could have to deal with alarms at any moment. Plus remember the whole ‘Non-lethal armaments’ regulation? You’re under eighteen, the PRT would like to hear tat you were working on anything too dangerous.” He responded laughing, and shooting him a wink to let him know he was only joking.
He smiled over at Lila as she appeared. He had been able to tell roughly where she was thanks to his ability, but it was nice to actually see the people he was talking to. He took a moment as the others talked to register the abilities he was drawing from, account for them, and suppress the voluntary portions of them. No need for designs to be floating through his mind, or for the empathic understanding of other people, not to mention that he had to focus a bit on keeping in everybody’s line of sight.
“Well, now that I have everyone here, Jack you remember the joint training we had talked about with the folks over at Sacramento?” Thomas asked once everything had settled a bit from people walking in. “I’ve got a bit of good news on it, and a heap of bad news.
“The good news is we got approval from Director Warren. The bad news is it seems like he is trying his best to set the odds against us. He gave approval, but said we had to get permission from the Sacramento PRT by tomorrow. I let it slip that we had already been in touch with them and I don’t think he is overly happy about that, but here’s the kicker, he’s sending me and Lila. It’s a pain, I had been hoping you would get more of a chance to work with a larger team.” Thomas shook his head slightly. “And I was hoping to deal with recruitment while you were gone. We have reports of two solo heroes that both appear to be in the Wards age range. It would have been perfect, while you and Sparrow were training with Sacramento, Voice and I could have brought them on, and then you two would’ve been used to a slightly bigger team.”
“At least turn the smoke to vapor Die.” Nathan commented absent-mindedly as the sharp pungent smell of burnt tobacco filled the room. “The streets are clear from what I can see, but that apparently doesn’t stop our employer from coming and going apparently.” He said walking from the kitchen through a short hallway into another open living space, separated from the kitchen by a bar. The oven clock showed 11:45, but ran about thirty minutes fast, meaning it was more like 11:15.
He tossed the manila envelope onto the counter. “We’ve got a job, ten k per. Gotta figure out logistics though. Iggy, quit your bitchin’ or part of the logistics can be you sleeping here instead of going on the job. And missing out on ten k.” He had gone from New Orleans Cajun, into a Texan Drawl, and then into a form of street slang.
“That’s part of what we need to figure out Proto. My guess is you’re gonna need the wings and some durability maybe some muscles. Mind swapping out to senses and gas for now? We’ll need them to be at top strength for the job.” Nathan started stretching his shoulders. “Die mind grabbing the papers out of the envelope there should be info on the truck and guard rotations.” Nathan turned away from the table focusing on a small flock of birds two blocks over. Something seemed weird. There was a small group of thugs heading down the street, not all together too unusual for this neighbor hood, but they seemed to be running from something… Scratch that. Someone.
He smiled over at Lila as she appeared. He had been able to tell roughly where she was thanks to his ability, but it was nice to actually see the people he was talking to. He took a moment as the others talked to register the abilities he was drawing from, account for them, and suppress the voluntary portions of them. No need for designs to be floating through his mind, or for the empathic understanding of other people, not to mention that he had to focus a bit on keeping in everybody’s line of sight.
“Well, now that I have everyone here, Jack you remember the joint training we had talked about with the folks over at Sacramento?” Thomas asked once everything had settled a bit from people walking in. “I’ve got a bit of good news on it, and a heap of bad news.
“The good news is we got approval from Director Warren. The bad news is it seems like he is trying his best to set the odds against us. He gave approval, but said we had to get permission from the Sacramento PRT by tomorrow. I let it slip that we had already been in touch with them and I don’t think he is overly happy about that, but here’s the kicker, he’s sending me and Lila. It’s a pain, I had been hoping you would get more of a chance to work with a larger team.” Thomas shook his head slightly. “And I was hoping to deal with recruitment while you were gone. We have reports of two solo heroes that both appear to be in the Wards age range. It would have been perfect, while you and Sparrow were training with Sacramento, Voice and I could have brought them on, and then you two would’ve been used to a slightly bigger team.”
“At least turn the smoke to vapor Die.” Nathan commented absent-mindedly as the sharp pungent smell of burnt tobacco filled the room. “The streets are clear from what I can see, but that apparently doesn’t stop our employer from coming and going apparently.” He said walking from the kitchen through a short hallway into another open living space, separated from the kitchen by a bar. The oven clock showed 11:45, but ran about thirty minutes fast, meaning it was more like 11:15.
He tossed the manila envelope onto the counter. “We’ve got a job, ten k per. Gotta figure out logistics though. Iggy, quit your bitchin’ or part of the logistics can be you sleeping here instead of going on the job. And missing out on ten k.” He had gone from New Orleans Cajun, into a Texan Drawl, and then into a form of street slang.
“That’s part of what we need to figure out Proto. My guess is you’re gonna need the wings and some durability maybe some muscles. Mind swapping out to senses and gas for now? We’ll need them to be at top strength for the job.” Nathan started stretching his shoulders. “Die mind grabbing the papers out of the envelope there should be info on the truck and guard rotations.” Nathan turned away from the table focusing on a small flock of birds two blocks over. Something seemed weird. There was a small group of thugs heading down the street, not all together too unusual for this neighbor hood, but they seemed to be running from something… Scratch that. Someone.
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