It has been a while. I'd like to wait for a Cath post, so I know how you feel, but it's been a while since I last heard anything from Engel, so I'm not confident in telling you to wait. You can wait a day or two if you like, I'll leave it up to you (things have yet to get fully settled with the new character yet so there is time.)
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Old and beaten hat, don't take anything I say to heart because it only rarely comes from my own. Been waving around this RP stick for 12+ years, and if there's one thing I've learned it's that keeping things interesting is top dog. I'll take a character who is interesting and challenging for both me and the plot over the same group of misfit archetypes any day of the week. Plots follow the same rules. Unless it breaks the mold somehow, I'm just not that into it.
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So we're just waiting on @Beach Burrito and @Engel then?
With Ref out for a bit, I've got new blood in the works, and he'll be joining in once this run actually gets off the ground. Once we bust into the building and start actually going ham, he'll be entering the fray, so you can understand my wanting to hurry things along, I hope.
As another note, once things actually get started, Recluse will be doing his thing, wiring various things and hiding some place, and hiding out taking shots and providing comm support. I say this because my next week and a half to two weeks is going to be pretty full, moving across the country. I'll have no problem getting GM posts in, talking about NPCs and reactions and all that, but I'll probably skimp a bit on character development and stuff for lack of time. It shouldn't get in the way of anything, just letting everyone know.
With Ref out for a bit, I've got new blood in the works, and he'll be joining in once this run actually gets off the ground. Once we bust into the building and start actually going ham, he'll be entering the fray, so you can understand my wanting to hurry things along, I hope.
As another note, once things actually get started, Recluse will be doing his thing, wiring various things and hiding some place, and hiding out taking shots and providing comm support. I say this because my next week and a half to two weeks is going to be pretty full, moving across the country. I'll have no problem getting GM posts in, talking about NPCs and reactions and all that, but I'll probably skimp a bit on character development and stuff for lack of time. It shouldn't get in the way of anything, just letting everyone know.
New blood~
I hope some folks step in. An RP like this is more fun with more people, though a small group's not so bad either.
I hope some folks step in. An RP like this is more fun with more people, though a small group's not so bad either.
Damien never showed up to the run with the others. Which is to say, in the meat. He'd thought about it, rolled it around all day, but in the end, it ended up working out this way. As far as anybody else knew, he was still shacked up at home, living out the run through the cold steel and hot engines of the truck that drove them here, as well as the flying drone that was supposed to carry Kali to her "support" position. While he didn't seem too bothered with speaking to anybody on the team, it seemed clear that everything could still go according to plan. Maybe he was stewing in some old Ranger memories, for all anybody knew.
After everyone had gotten out of the truck, it parked itself out of sight somewhere. They didn't know where it had ended up, but it would be back when everything was settled, or if they needed to make a quick boot out of the area. Until then, he remained focused on the Roto-drone. It had the most combat potential and also the most pivotal role to play in the up-and-coming. After they'd scoped out the place, everyone received an AR message containing Damien's thoughts on the matter.
"I can't navigate into that skylight through AR only. Not if there's anybody shooting at me. I want the money, but not if I gotta blow it all on a fraggin' repair bill. But if you can get one or two of those big tall loading doors open, I can steer her around to the side and take some potshots if you think something like that will be necessary. Don't open them if you don't want me to fill somebody full of lead, though. Not like I can tell who's friendly or not, though maybe you could tag them in AR or something to make it easier. Anyway, it's up to you folks. Try not to bleed too much, I'll have to put you in a plastic bag before you touch my wheels if you're gonna make a mess."
After everyone had gotten out of the truck, it parked itself out of sight somewhere. They didn't know where it had ended up, but it would be back when everything was settled, or if they needed to make a quick boot out of the area. Until then, he remained focused on the Roto-drone. It had the most combat potential and also the most pivotal role to play in the up-and-coming. After they'd scoped out the place, everyone received an AR message containing Damien's thoughts on the matter.
"I can't navigate into that skylight through AR only. Not if there's anybody shooting at me. I want the money, but not if I gotta blow it all on a fraggin' repair bill. But if you can get one or two of those big tall loading doors open, I can steer her around to the side and take some potshots if you think something like that will be necessary. Don't open them if you don't want me to fill somebody full of lead, though. Not like I can tell who's friendly or not, though maybe you could tag them in AR or something to make it easier. Anyway, it's up to you folks. Try not to bleed too much, I'll have to put you in a plastic bag before you touch my wheels if you're gonna make a mess."
Unfortunately it seems that Refezen has had to step out from the RP temporarily. As far as Damien and his role in this run, I suppose I'll be playing a skeleton, just to fill in his duties until the run concludes. After that, I'll have decided how to proceed, though I'd still like to leave room for Refezen to step back into the role. Maybe he'll 'mysteriously disappear' for a bit or something. I'll get a 'Damien' post up tomorrow.
Unfortunately we're full up for the moment, I just didn't think of changing the RP status, sorry about that. Definitely until the end of this run at the very least. If you'd like, I can re-evaluate where we're standing at the end and PM you an invite if we end up having an opening?
00:00 - Docks District, New Orleans, Louisiana, CAS
Warehouse Sector 1, in front of Warehouse 02.
The docks were quiet tonight. Fishermen had their boats on the water doing their business, but no cargo ships had come in today, so the workers were lounging around, playing cards, trading drugs, or otherwise milling around. It seemed like nobody cared tonight. Nobody cared about the group of new people congregating around, save for a few dirty looks from the Orkish and Troll muscle wandering around. The message was clear: "Leave us alone and we'll leave you alone."
Kyuzo had successfully pinned down the location of their target: Warehourse 02. The van had also been located, parked at the end of the district past Warehouse 04, half a block down in front of a public park. Nobody was inside either the cab or the back, though the group had confirmed that both sets of doors were unlocked, ready to receive whatever was to be delivered tonight. Kyuzo's friend Ilrek had also been forthcoming with information that a few new recruits had been signed onto night duty across all four warehouses. Trolls all, nothing was particularly unusual about them except that they had all been hired at once and placed immediately. Even their union placement was sudden. Usually there was a process to these things. But it wasn't that strange. Could be somebody high up knew a guy that knew a guy. Nothing greased the gears of a job interview like prior acquaintance.
Those attuned astrally who chose to look could immediately see what Zelda had been talking about. There was some kinda crazy astral footprint in this building. If its center was those CDs, something was definitely janky here. Apart from that, a scan of the wireless networks revealed minimal security, but limited interconnectedness between the machines here. You could access the sub-terminals through a main computer here, but there was no proper 'net cnnection, everything was old school. There was no telling what sort of security might be installed into the network without actually being inside it.
Recluse yawned deeply, readjusting his heavy burlap pack over his shoulders. It was past his bedtime, but he was in no danger of actually falling asleep. The Long Haul was making sure of that. "So... we're going ahead as planned? Once everybody's in, nobody's getting in or out the front or back doors. I'll have 'em covered until the job's done. Y'all know how I work already. I'll be set up somewhere out of the way until I'm needed." He wasn't entirely sure where he'd plant himself, and the building was quite large, so he'd brought the remote detonators along, rather than the wired ones, leaving him quite flexible. His astral sight wasn't going to do much good here because the footprint around the CDs was pretty big. It was hard to see stuff around it. So this was a job he was fully prepared to go through in the meat. Not that that's too out of the ordinary... As far as he could tell, the others had reached some consensus of a plan, one that only barely involved him, which was fine and dandy. Recluse worked best left to do his own thing. With so many people on the team, he didn't need a spotter to snipe, he could use his astral sight where necessary. The others would take care of keeping people off his back, or else his natural ability to camoflauge would do so. Either way, he made a good overseer and a terrible frontline team player. Let the glory go to somebody else.
They couldn't tell how many people would be in the warehouse, or of what variety. Whether there would be security, whether the regular workers were armed, or even present, was a big blank spot, but it would become pretty clear once they started.
"Once everyone's in position, I'll get to work. Keep an eye on your comms, I'll be messaging you if I see something worth noting."
Warehouse Sector 1, in front of Warehouse 02.
The docks were quiet tonight. Fishermen had their boats on the water doing their business, but no cargo ships had come in today, so the workers were lounging around, playing cards, trading drugs, or otherwise milling around. It seemed like nobody cared tonight. Nobody cared about the group of new people congregating around, save for a few dirty looks from the Orkish and Troll muscle wandering around. The message was clear: "Leave us alone and we'll leave you alone."
Kyuzo had successfully pinned down the location of their target: Warehourse 02. The van had also been located, parked at the end of the district past Warehouse 04, half a block down in front of a public park. Nobody was inside either the cab or the back, though the group had confirmed that both sets of doors were unlocked, ready to receive whatever was to be delivered tonight. Kyuzo's friend Ilrek had also been forthcoming with information that a few new recruits had been signed onto night duty across all four warehouses. Trolls all, nothing was particularly unusual about them except that they had all been hired at once and placed immediately. Even their union placement was sudden. Usually there was a process to these things. But it wasn't that strange. Could be somebody high up knew a guy that knew a guy. Nothing greased the gears of a job interview like prior acquaintance.
Those attuned astrally who chose to look could immediately see what Zelda had been talking about. There was some kinda crazy astral footprint in this building. If its center was those CDs, something was definitely janky here. Apart from that, a scan of the wireless networks revealed minimal security, but limited interconnectedness between the machines here. You could access the sub-terminals through a main computer here, but there was no proper 'net cnnection, everything was old school. There was no telling what sort of security might be installed into the network without actually being inside it.
Recluse yawned deeply, readjusting his heavy burlap pack over his shoulders. It was past his bedtime, but he was in no danger of actually falling asleep. The Long Haul was making sure of that. "So... we're going ahead as planned? Once everybody's in, nobody's getting in or out the front or back doors. I'll have 'em covered until the job's done. Y'all know how I work already. I'll be set up somewhere out of the way until I'm needed." He wasn't entirely sure where he'd plant himself, and the building was quite large, so he'd brought the remote detonators along, rather than the wired ones, leaving him quite flexible. His astral sight wasn't going to do much good here because the footprint around the CDs was pretty big. It was hard to see stuff around it. So this was a job he was fully prepared to go through in the meat. Not that that's too out of the ordinary... As far as he could tell, the others had reached some consensus of a plan, one that only barely involved him, which was fine and dandy. Recluse worked best left to do his own thing. With so many people on the team, he didn't need a spotter to snipe, he could use his astral sight where necessary. The others would take care of keeping people off his back, or else his natural ability to camoflauge would do so. Either way, he made a good overseer and a terrible frontline team player. Let the glory go to somebody else.
They couldn't tell how many people would be in the warehouse, or of what variety. Whether there would be security, whether the regular workers were armed, or even present, was a big blank spot, but it would become pretty clear once they started.
"Once everyone's in position, I'll get to work. Keep an eye on your comms, I'll be messaging you if I see something worth noting."
Easy folks. Work knocked me out of my groove a bit, that's all. Post incoming shortly. Should have all the details folks might need to go forward. If not, ask away, as usual. I might have missed something as well, what with the gap in writing time, so my apologies if I did.
No, he's still in his ball right now. Evie's not all that familiar with the idea of travelling with a pokemon outside of their ball.
Evie listened carefully to the professors' explanation. It seemed like the forest would, predicatbly, be filled with grass and bug pokemon. Short work for her poisonous Venipede, but it might not be much help in trying to expand her roster variety. Still, if she could catch something she'd never seen before, she'd be happy even if it was another bug. Still, glancing at Alix's torchic, Evie found herself a bit jealous. Of course pokemon had strengths and weaknesses, but Torchic's fire would be quite useful in the forest, for sure. She knew that water types would stuff it later, but it was hard to think ahead so much.
It was also nice how she was able to travel with her pokemon out of the ball like she did. This was one of Sengun's secrets that Evie wanted to know more about. But she'd find a quiet moment to ask about that, rather than right this second. At the moment, the question seemed to turn towards peoples' home towns, and she was surprised to hear the dark-skinned girl in the group announce her hometown proudly as Castelia. That made it difficult for Evie to respond. Felt like somebody was moving in on her turf or something. But it wasn't like she was happy to call Castelia home or anything. Even to this day she was happier running with the old gang outside Lumiose. So what should she say?
"Castelia, is it? Respect, girl, I guess you and I are kindred spirits. City's alright I guess. Not exactly on the cutting edge, but it's got that big city flair. I guess I should be happy to call it home. I prefer travelling to staying in one spot, though. It gets a little, like, stuffy in Unova, doesn't it?"
Ah, cripes, that sounded like I was trying to start a fight or something. Damn. Too late to save it. Thanks, big mouth. She didn't mean to sound pretentious, but it was easy to put your foot in your mouth when you were trying to brag just a little.
It was also nice how she was able to travel with her pokemon out of the ball like she did. This was one of Sengun's secrets that Evie wanted to know more about. But she'd find a quiet moment to ask about that, rather than right this second. At the moment, the question seemed to turn towards peoples' home towns, and she was surprised to hear the dark-skinned girl in the group announce her hometown proudly as Castelia. That made it difficult for Evie to respond. Felt like somebody was moving in on her turf or something. But it wasn't like she was happy to call Castelia home or anything. Even to this day she was happier running with the old gang outside Lumiose. So what should she say?
"Castelia, is it? Respect, girl, I guess you and I are kindred spirits. City's alright I guess. Not exactly on the cutting edge, but it's got that big city flair. I guess I should be happy to call it home. I prefer travelling to staying in one spot, though. It gets a little, like, stuffy in Unova, doesn't it?"
Ah, cripes, that sounded like I was trying to start a fight or something. Damn. Too late to save it. Thanks, big mouth. She didn't mean to sound pretentious, but it was easy to put your foot in your mouth when you were trying to brag just a little.
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