PatientBean

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

I was more referring to all rolls and used Investigation as an example. Like if I asked for an Arcane roll do I roll and then put it in my post or do so in OOC before I post so I can add if I found anything or not. I get wanting to hold people accountable so we don't just get the good rolls.

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

So I apologize if this has been answered but if I wanted to roll for something like, say, investigating the office, do I put that request in with a roll in the OOC or the IC? Or does it not matter?

Recollections: Primal Sinister

Interactions: Freya, "James" (@NoriWasHere), Elijah (@Theyra)

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Quill waited a beat after Lorenza left. It paid to be cautious. She was a mystery girlie through and through and as an avid lover of all things mystery you could never discount the person who hired the detective as the culprit. Granted she doubted the woman would hand over that much money if her intention was to mislead Quill. No there were things at play but $10,000 was $10,000.

But she needed information on this Varnan character. Which means she needed help.

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Nico was constructing a post on Reddit that was going to make some people cry. Worth it. As much as he loved the internet it was also a minefield of idiots who thought they knew better. It was like a message board for pompous jack-offs to either pretend they were experts in their fields or be outright racist/homophobic/sexist bigots and hide behind an anime profile picture.

Before Nico could finish constructing his well-worded essay his phone vibrated and nearly fell off his desk. Nico glanced at the screen and rolled his eyes, though he did so with a smile. She never called him unless she needed help and she needed help a lot. He swiped the call and put it to his hear. "What do you want now?"

"Oh hey Nico. I'm fine actually, thanks for asking. How are you?" she said in response, jokingly.

"About to make some boys pretending to be men cry online. Hey Quill."

"I'd ask what for but I've learned not to get you on your soapbox. I remember the Fortnite incident."

"If you are going to be homophobic on a game meant for children you need to do a better job camouflaging yourself on the internet."

Quill chuckled. When Nico was on he was on. No one was safe. She considered herself to be technologically sound but he was something else. She was surprised the government hadn't snatched him up at some point. But maybe they had bigger things to worry about. "Anywho, enough social niceties. I need a favor."

"That was you being nice? Damn I'd hate to be on your bad side."

"Yeah that would not end well for you. I need you to look up information for me on a man named Varnan Ingram. I got a case put in my lap I couldn't say no to."

"Ooooh intrigue. What did this Varnan do?"

"It's more what this Varnan knows that I am curious about. Some crypt keeper lady with an impeccable fashion sense came in wanting me to speak to him. More than likely there's weird things involved."

Nico was aware of magic and its existence in the world. Even someone as chronically online as him was aware of its impact on the world and even on the internet. He actively stalked conspiracy theory sites to check on validity of claims. Aliens in the ocean? Bigfoot getting married? Weirder things have happened. "All right, let me take a look here."

Nico got to work. A cursory search revealed the same information Quill got. Varnan worked at a bakery and lived in North Cloverfield. There wasn't much else about the man which made Nico's ear twitch.

Typically if someone had that small of a footprint online it was for one of two reasons: either that person was just born or they had something to hide.

Nico got to work deep diving. Quill waited on the phone and could hear Nico typing furiously. Credit given where it was due, Nico did work fast. He could find information on someone faster than she could standing in front of the person asking them the same questions.

"Ok I have something though what there is on here is still small. Varnan doesn't have an online presence before the events of the Cataclysm. It's like the dude didn't exist before that day which is impossible because, I mean, people don't just appear do they?" He wasn't asking for an answer, just piecing together information he had.

"I mean I wouldn't discount it, but I would imagine no. Anything else?"

"Besides his place of work which I imagine is most likely a front as this dude is magic. Like literal magic. I don't know what this dude's deal is but he had to have done something to hide himself."

Quill bit her lip as she put some pieces together. If Varnan had nothing in his history before the events of the Cataclysm maybe he was able to hide his records. Or manipulated something to make it that way. He was here for a reason.

"Right. Thanks Nico. If anything else comes up for him can you shoot me a text?"

"Course. I'll set up an alert for his name and any other connections I find. Just...I say it every time you call but be careful. There's weird people online but there's even more offline."

Quill smiled. It was nice having someone in her corner. "You too." Quill hung up and stood from her chair, cracking her back. First things first: she needed to see Varnan and the only lead she had was the bakery he worked at.\

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Quill parked a few blocks away, which she may regret, but she preferred to walk. She took in the surrounding area and noted there wasn't much foot traffic. She mentally prepared what questions she would ask and what she may have to do to get the answers she wanted. If what she found out was true Mr. Ingram was a powerful magic user. She checked her pocket and felt the heft of the gun she carried. It wouldn't do well in most situations but bullets still hurt.

Quill neared the bakery and was about to open the door when she looked inside. She saw a few people in there but it wasn't your typical scene inside a bakery. There was a...heaviness. A tension one could cut with a knife. Something was happening.

Even if she wanted to get in the front door seemed risky. Instead she moved around the side street until she got to the back. There was another door thankfully. Quill tried it and found it unlocked and open. Whoever owned the place was either too trusting or trusted themselves to handle any trouble.

As Quill made her way inside she could make out some voices. Things were coming to a head. This was not what she signed up for but if Varnan was one of the people here she needed to speak to him anyway. Or speak to whoever owned the bakery since they knew him.

Quill checked around the corner to the front and made out the people. She didn't recognize anyone but the man, if he could be called as such with a menacing presence, behind the counter appeared to be the instigator. Quill stepped back, took a deep breath, and moved around the corner.

"Gods don't you just love the smell of freshly baked goods. Heard the croissants are out of this world." She looked at those around her, hoping to catch someone's eye as a trusted ally in this moment. "Is there a problem here that donuts can't fix?"

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

I mean this was my first time doing combat in this instance. I expected it to be more slow-paced. If it could be quicker that may be good, but overall I think we did fine.

The Dead Don't Die.

Location: New York City, Repair Shop
Skills: N/A

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Verity took her keys and debated if she wanted to leave or not. Given what just happened would it be in her best interest to go home? And a fun thought entered her head as to what she could use as a weapon in her own home. If people were acting as crazy as what was being shown on the news and literally attacking people, being alone may not be the best thing.

"I called the police back at the diner and it sounded like they have their hands full with everything. May be best to hunker down until it blows over." She didn't add the fear that this thing may not blow over but she pushed that thought deep down. "Do you mind if I stick around for a bit? Maybe once things settle it'll be easier to get home." She looked over to the customer that got attacked and they didn't seem to be doing well. Verity decided to give them a wide berth. She was attacked once, she didn't need to re-live it.

Recollections: Primal Sinister

Nicodemus "Nico" Alphonso

Nicodemus.Alphonso

24 | Nicodemus (Nico) Alphonso | He/Him

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"If I got the bandwidth, you'll have answers."

Description:

Nicodemus was born in the United States to two immigrant parents who worked tirelessly until they were taken away by ICE. Since then Nico had been living with his aunt and uncle. After his parents were deported Nico withdrew into himself and barely left his room other than to go to school. Nico spent most of his time on a computer his uncle gifted him for his eighth birthday. Nico quickly grew in skill with coding and technology. Nico also became more social to people over the internet. His aunt and uncle could never understand it.

After graduating high school Nico attempted college life but found it lacking in what he needed. He dropped out after two semesters and made a name for himself as a hacker. Unbeknownst to him someone had it out for Nico and hired a private investigator/fixer to find Nico and put a stop to his antics. This was when Nico met Quill.

Game recognized game and Quill did not tip off her client to Nico's antics nor did she turn him over to the authorities. Instead, Quill hid Nico and offered him a job: help her with casework and she would ensure he is protected from his other....activities. Nico was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth and took Quill up on her offer.

Nico is aware of Abstractions having witnessed events in his past as well as the Cataclysm. Quill helped further introduce him into the world of weird powers and supernatural entities.

Abstraction:

Nico is Eyes Wide Open but has no Abstraction

I have an NPC!

The Dead Don't Die.

Location: New York City, Repair Shop
Skills: N/A

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Verity followed Flynn, careful not to stare too long at the tire iron covered in blood and other materials. This had the makings of a really intense horror film, which left her feeling somewhat comforted, as she would most likely be the "Final Girl." Still, movies were different from real life.

Verity felt her phone vibrate and checked it to see a message from Trudy. She followed it up by watching videos of people going nuts and looting everything. It was almost funny how quickly people devolved into this survivalist behavior when something happened. A disease spreading made people sweep shelves rather than take what they would need to ensure other people had the stuff to survive.

Verity would have laughed at the chaos if it didn't feel like they maybe had the right idea.

Verity shot off a quick reply to Trudy. "I'm okay. Please get home and do not leave until this is over. Talk soon." She hoped she would get the chance to see Trudy again once this was all taken care of.

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

Fleur bit her tongue the entire rest of the trip to Teacher Ot's office. How dare she be questioned? She was not here to do menial tasks she was here to perfect her craft and she couldn't do that by fishing. Once it was possible she would split from this group. None of them would benefit her or improve her studies.

What transpired next shook Fleur, but she wouldn't let the others see her. The blood came first. The scene in Teacher Ot's office reminded her of something but she couldn't place it immediately. Fleur noted the broken skylight, the shattered glass with its contents missing. A burglary gone wrong? Or something more sinister?

That had to wait as they had some angry insects to handle.

Saur took the initiative, going forward to see what can be done. He took some hits but seemed okay. What was more interesting was that the insects weren't just random foes. Hopefully that meant this could be taken care of without further harm.

Jenk followed Saur's instructions and offered one of the bugs some of the purple ooze. And it worked! Fleur hated it but she strode forward, collecting some of the ichor herself before moving to one of the other bugs. "Here little one. We mean you no harm."

OOC

Fleur will take some of the ichor and present it to Flash 4

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

Am I waiting for the scene to be resolved or am I able to go next?

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Sabine Bassard

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Location: The Gym
Fit of the Day: Gym Outfit
Skills: N/A

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Sabine put on her best performance to date but had to face off against a lawyer and an Avenger who more than likely has seen worse. To She-Hulk's credit, she didn't seem flustered at Leah's situation though with April Sabine would have to check with her later. Defeated and ready to face the music Sabine rattled off her father's phone number and waited for She-Hulk to explain what happened. Sabine thought of a hundred ways to explain it but would any be good enough? Would he care?

Soon She-Hulk handed the phone over to Sabine and she took it walking off a ways from everyone to have a private conversation. Or as private as could be.

"Hello."

"Sabine? Are you all right?"

Checking to see if she was okay was a good sign, though even abusive parents checked for bruises and scrapes. "I'm fine."

"I am still unsure what happened over there. I know the woman on the phone was talking but after hearing..certain words I sort of tuned her out. What exactly happened?"

Sabine took a beat. Did she go for the whole truth or hide bits and pieces? Did it matter at this point? "So, one of the other students here tried to kill all of us. In as much as I understand it he developed this program and lured us all here. It's like a video game. We were essentially in a video game and the game itself wanted to kill us and if we died in the game we died in real life but it's fine and I'm fine! Really..."

"Sweetheart that sounds like the bad plot to a movie. I mean what exactly am I sending you to that school for if this type of shit happens?"

"Really da-...father it's fine. We're safe."

"From the sounds of it you all aren't. I can only imagine the mental turmoil you all faced. And now I need to drop everything to come pick you up. We're sending the helicopter. We'll be there as soon as possible."

Sabine picked up on that pronoun. We. It meant it was more than just him coming. Before she could confirm it she heard the tell-tale grating voice.

"Darling what about Boca?"

"Well obviously we need to put that on hold."

"You heard her, she's fine! Surely someone at that school can look after her."

"My daughter and her classmates were just attacked I don't trust the school to look after her."

"Well then put her somewhere else. I know the heads of many a school that would happily accept her. Goodness knows she could use the culture."

"I am not.."

"Oh relax darling. Precious? Can you hear me? It's mummy here."

Sabine winced, both at being called precious and for her using the word "mummy". "I'm here."

"We're coming to get you. Had to put off a million things to do so but you're worth it!"

"Good to know all it takes is having my life threatened for you to make time for me."

"You see that darling? I can't win with her."

"Sabine, please, let's try to be cordial."

Sabine fought the urge to hang up. She should have known he would take her side. "For the record, I am the one who got the guy to change his ways. I'm the one who helped change him for the better. Anyone else may have wanted him dead but I stood up and made change. This school is helping me understand myself better and taking it away from me is not going to help."

She heard a sigh on the other side and didn't know if it came from him or her. Did that matter? "Sabine, what would your mother..."

"Don't you dare bring her up now. You lost the right to do so when you moved on and married that witch."

She heard him start to speak before she hung up. She glanced at the others, wondering if they heard her almost lose it. She felt a pressure in her chest. Her head started to pulse. She grabbed her wrist and put some pressure where she felt the beat of her heart. She closed her eyes and took some deep breaths. It was going to be a long helicopter ride and she would need all her faculties to get through it and not cause them to crash.