Creator Joe Captured - RPLOG
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Date
13/8/477
Log
Amos is waiting outside the doors of Burkes & Burkes with his hands in his pockets. The scarred old tomcat looks over the gathering beings with his one good eye. "Come on, boys and girls," he rasps, "We don't got all day, and I ain't sayin' this more than once!"
Thelergramor has been waiting for this. In full equipment, multiple weapons, the wolf grins behind his mask, bandage wrapped around his torso from a recent arrow wound. Shouldn't affect his performance. "Are you sure, Amos? What if it needs to be said again?" A chuckle, likes messing with the cat. His blunderbuss in hand, the wolf is chomping at the bit to get started.
With a hand on her skirt to keep modesty, Cassidy drops from the sky and quickly straightens up, brushing her gloved hands on the red sleeves of her jacket before tipping a hat. "Hello! I am ready and able, reporting for excitement." She turns her masked face up to the sky, trusting her companion to drop down any moment now to join her.
Natska does indeed land right next to Cassidy, legs bending into a slight crouch as the extra weight of her armor weighs her down. She gives Amos a solemn nod, stepping up next to Cassidy, and her ear flicks. "If he has to say it twice then something is already going wrong," she says. "I am ready, Mister Longtail."
Cythim slowly approach the group, looking around to see where they are actually. Wearing a simple robe, a long spear on her back and a hood over her face, she is someone that tend to be unnoticed easily. The salamander bow softly to Amos, "Hello ... Mister?... Hum... I am sorry but i don't know your name... Would you mind if you told me so?", as she place a hand on her back, uneasy.
Angus approaches the group, his silvery golem Mister sitting upon his shoulders as the fox looks around. At his belt sat his rapier, a dagger tucked in at the side as
Angus approaches the group, his silvery golem Mister sitting upon his shoulders as the fox looks around. At his belt sat his rapier, a dagger tucked in at the side as Angus looks around before putting his hands at his hips. "Good evening Amos, I am ready when you are."
The ragged tomcat eyes the group with his piercing green eye, made even more stark next to his milky, blind eye. Without even looking up, his fist lashes out at Thelergramor, landing a hard blow to the solar plexus. "I do not repeat myself wolf," he growls, "Do not mess with me." He turns his attention back to the others. "Name's Amos, Amos LongTOOTH," he says flashing a wink at Natska, "And we are here to apprehend the Creator criminal known as Joseph Preston under the direction of the crown." He pulls a ring of keys from his black Spyguard coat and opens the lock. "I will get you inside of his little hideaway," he says, "And probably bypass some of the security systems. But it will be up to you to capture him." The tomcat gives a lopsided smile, showing off his one oversized fang. "You DO know what a Creator looks like, I assume," he says, "Fella is like to be the only one around." His grin turns into a frown. "The man is not to be killed, and only injured if absolutely necessary. You do anything but subdue him and it comes out of your hides. Probably literally. Any PERTINENT questions? Once we're in, I want silence for as long as possible. The goal here is surprise."
Thelergramor coughs, wind knocked out of him by Amos fist. He's doubled over for a few moments, holding his stomach. Rising back to full height, not that tall, really. "Heheheh....." Maniacal laughter. "...Good shot, ya old bastard." Another cough, managed to avoid misfiring his blunderbuss. "So, don't kill him...Missing a limb or two alright with you?" He turns to the others: "I'm fine with amputating the 'creator'." The word creeator is said with such spite, Thel must really dislike them.
Cassidy stares at Thel for a moment and sighs, withdrawing the blowpipe from her jacket. "Good thing I brought spare darts," she comments. "Might need to use one on Thel, at this rate. But no, no questions from me. I am ready to go whenever." She turns her head towarsd Natska and smiles before waving at Angus. "Good to have you with us, cousin."
Natska returns Cass' smile, then gives Amos a quick shake of the head. "No questions. I am ready." She glances over her companions, sizing them up, then gives the group a small nod. "If we do trigger defenses, let me take them first. I seem to be the heaviest equipped."
Cythim grip her spear painfully, scared, as she saw Amos LongTOOTH acting. "A-acknowledged the m-mission... m-mister...". Her eyes are fixed on the tomcat. "If the creator tries to flee by the trapped path... how are we supposed to track him?". She turn her head away and look at the group. "I'm Cythim by the way, please to meet you. If i haven't done beforehand.".
Angus Crosses his arms as he gives Amos a nod. "Understandable, hopefully we won't have to pull our punches to much to capture him." He hears Cythim speak, turning to fix his gaze on her when he notices how scared they are. "Take a deep breath, if you go in twitchy something is bound to go wrong." As thele continues to talk about causing the creator harm Mister fixes him with a saphire gaze, watching him as Angus clears his throat. "Thele, we need him very much alive as to not cause problems, we don't want him dying of blood loss." He states before he greets both Natska and Cassidy.
Amos narrows his eyes at the impudent wolf. "Lord Solacious," he says, not looking away from Thelergramor, "I give you special dispensation, as an authorized servant of the crown to deal with the criminal known as Thelergramor Alverriss as you see fit should he fail to follow orders." The feline eyes Cythim for a second. "Welcome aboard, Cythim," he says, "If the bastard is slippery enough to get past you, then he will have to deal with me." He gives the group one last look, then turns and opens the door, striding quickly and quietly into the warehouse.
A moment's walk has the group standing around a bin of lovely crystal pieces, probably meant for the chandeliers being constructed nearby. Amos looks around at the group. "Ready?" he rasps quietly, "Remember, quick and quiet. The machine here produces a sort of malaise, it will take me just a moment to deactivate it. Do not panic." Warning given, the old tomcat extends a hand and begins to chant. Suddenly, the bin is gone, revealing a strange device. A palpable wave of fear and nausea flows from it.
Thelergramor scratches at the back of his neck, gags slightly. Machine making him feel sick, the wolf tries to shake it off, grumbling incoherently. "...What the fuck is that thing anyway? Hurry up Amos, before I rip it apart..." His words are spoken quietly, as directed. He gags again, pulling up his mask to spit on the floor.
Cassidy slips a gloved hand into her pocket withdrawing a small case. From it is produced a single dart, tucked between fingers as she stows the case away. She keeps it ready with her blowpipe, just incase.. "Remember to try to stay quiet. We want to get the jump on him this time," she murmurs softly, inspecting the bit of venomed metal in her hand.
Natska settles herself into a braced stance before Amos triggers the defensive device; ready for it this time she takes a long, slow breath and lets the malaise wash past her, giving Cass a small nod of agreement. "Ready," she murmurs.
Epsilon shake visibly at the sight of the machine, as her hand get moist, and try to keep her calm and to stand on her feet. Then as Amos talked of traps, she stealthily change her soulgem, switching from Journeyman to rogue, as she feel a dark change in her mind, as she clumsily let her spear fall down on the ground. Blushing, she put it back on her back as she get out a hidden dagger and point it out at the machine, still too scared to talk.
Angus gives Amos a nod as he rests a hand on the hilt of his rapier, his gaze afixed on the machine. He braces himself as the wave of Malaise hits him, he grinds his teeth, biting his tongue as he keeps himself firm in his position, standing strong against the wave as he remains quiet as Mister calmly sits on his shoulders.
Amos works quickly, stepping up to the machine and chanting the unintelligible gibberish common to machine priests. After a few moments, the lights on the machine go dark and the strange pressure and nausea abate. The old tomcat carefully lifts the machine and sets it aside, relief evident in his posture. He waves Angus over and with the fox's help, lifts aside the trap door that the machine concealed, revealing the steel door of a Creator vessel much like the one that had been discovered in the old Eastwood forest. After a moment of fiddling, Amos looks up at the group triumphantly. "Ready!" he rasps, then presses a button.
There is a whoosh of air and the heavy metal door slides open, revealing a black space beyond. "Move!" Amos hisses!
Thelergramor shakes away the rest of his nausea, adjusts his mask. Thel completely ignores Natskas previous comment about letting her go first, running up and dropping down into the hole as Amos commands them to move. Blunderbuss hanging from its strap, the wolf drops, grabs the ledge, and looks down before letting himself fall into the bolthole.
Cassidy peers down into the hole after Thel jumps down. She looks up to Natska and smiles, still bent over at the waist at that odd angle. "Well, despite your armour, at least I don't have to worry about you getting injured at this rate." She straightens up and takes a brief bunny hop into the hole, using her air magic to slow her descent.
Seeing that Thelergramor and Cassidy already jumped in, she checked her spear on her back, seeing if it is correctly fixed then brace herself, counting on whatever skills she got though her jounryey as she lower down toward the hole and slide down in the hole, ready for anything as she start to feel her fear slowly fading away.
Angus adjusts the brim of his hat after pulling up the trap door, giving Amos a nod as he watches the others go down. "Guess it's our turn mister." He comments to the fox on his shoulders, giving him a slight smirk before he adjusts the scabbered of his rapier to make sure it doesnt stick before hopping into the hole, relying on his skill with air magics to keep him from falling.
Natska takes a breath and gives Amos a nod. "I am glad you are watching our back. I'll make sure nothing goes too horrible down there," she offers, as her allies file past and down into the hole. Then she takes her turn, lightly hopping down into the bolthole; as she lands she quickly takes a few steps forward and drops into a guard stance, eyes searching for threats.
The group finds themselves momentarily disoriented as down becomes sideways! Everyone findes themselves safely on the floor of the vessel. A floor that just happens to be perpendicular to the ground outside! The room is quite bare, just a simple steel corridor, shaped by Creator magics. There are a number of closed doors branching off from this main hallway, and the hall itself bends away in the darkness ahead.
Amos peers over the lip of the door, surprised to see the group standing on what looks to be a wall. He shakes off his surprise, then calls down quietly. "I have turned off the automatic lights," he says, "And most of the security. Turns out that it works the same as the one in the woods." The tomcat grins lopsidedly. "Mister Joe doesn't think much of our know-how," he waves them on, "Now get a move on! Catch him sleeping!"
Thelergramor thuds as he slams to the floor. Hanging from the ledge put him face down when gravity pulled him in a different direction. Unable to do much besides blink and stand, the wolf picks up his firearm, an dbrushes himself off. No dirt, but still. From up ahead, Thel hears something moving. No lights, though... Thel suppresses the urge to charge, crouching and turning to the others. He gestures forward, performs some simple sign language to the group.
Cassidy is minorly disoriented by the sudden change of gravity, and counteracts it by curling into a little ball and rolls around in the air for a moment, stationary, til she feels confident enough to put her paws down on the ground again. How odd! She reaches up to adjust her hat and mask, followed by prompt adjustment of her bowtie. She glances around and looks towards Thel's gesture. She doesn't know the signs, but starts to trot in that direction.
Although "the wall suddenly becoming the floor" was not something she could train for on a regular basis, Natska's reflexes let her take it in stride, the cat landing on her feet in a graceful motion. Her ears perk as she gives her allies a moment to recover, taking the time to pull a small and softly glowing amulet from her belt pouch and settle it around her neck, and then she begins to move down the hallway as well.
Cythim got confused at the sudden change of direction, but thankfully manage to roll out and stabilize herself with her tail. She dust her robe off and put her hood back on her yellow-orange head and look around to see if there is anything without much success. She then ready her dagger and look around for the others.
Angus slowly dirfts down to the floor, blinking at the sudden change in direction as he clutches at Mister to make sure the golem doesn't fall before he realizes that they were safe. He drops the last few inches, landing silently as he notices that Thele is signing, before he turns to both NAtska and Cassidy to speak to them using hand gestures he used in the militia, pointing in Theles general direction before drawing his dagger at his side.
The light from Natska's gem and the light filtering in from outside make it possible, if not easy to navigate the empty corridor. The sounds that Thelergramor heard before become apparent to everyone as they move down the hallway. It seems that there is something moving around behind one of the doors further down the way! It does not look like it would be hard to open, it has one simple, large button panel next to it, glowing softly in the darkness.
Thelergramor stays low as he moves up to the front of the group; trying to approach the door. In the dark, coupled with his mask lenses fogging briefly, the wolf stumbles, blunderbuss tapping against the wall quite audibly while he wipes his mask. "...Fuck..." He whispers, then steps quickly up to the door, standing with his back to the wall, door next to him. He waits for someone else to hit the button, ready to round the doorframe once it opens.
Cassidy stands before the door and tilts her head, brushing down her skirt for a moment. "Mm..." She murmurs softly as she decides to lean forward, pressing a large ear against the door. Maybe she could hear better as to what it was! She just hoped no one would open it with her standing there.
Natska had, in fact, started to reach for the button; she pulls back though, as Cassidy takes a spot at the door. She gives the fennec a grin, then stands next to her, looking up and down the hallway and ready to move as soon as something unexpected happens.
Cythim clumsily drop her dagger on ground, cursing herself in her mind as it noisily fall on the ground, stupidly revealing their presense as she get her dagger back. She thought "So much for stealth..." as thinking that there is no point to remain stealthed, switch switfly her soulgem, using the partial darkness to cover her moves, going back into a journeyman.
