What are you going to do when they come for you - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
18/8/477
Log
Tis a fine summer evening, when Sally gathers her forces. She faces Cassidy directly, "Have your scouts spread out. The target's a subtle one. Flesh sculpting is a creator pass time, and this one thinks he, or she? makes a better being than we do. They've gone full native and have vanished off the map, so to speak. This is in violation of creator and local law. The only break we have is that, so far as can be told, they're still wearing their bit of creator technology, though it's likely under their clothes."
Cassidy rubs the chin of her mask, glancing over the others. "As she said, spread out, keep your heads low, and see what we can turn up. Look for anyone that is out of place. If you question anyone, speak of things only a native would know. If they get it wrong, pretend like they're right and monitor them til we can group together." She looks towards the major, hoping that was a sound directive.
Kalt snaps to a salute as she looks to Cassidy and Sally, the Vixen's tail swishing slowly as she clears her throat. "Should we go challangin'em if'n they try to run from us an' such?" Her usual heavy armor absent today, as she wore a baggy brown shirt with a couple patches on it, and a pair of brown pants that were torn near the end. Perfect for appearing a little more down trodden, her wooden arm giving it that nice extra kick as well!
Sally flicks her tail, jingling as she draws out an egg shaped device, "We've been given exactly one of these," she advises as she slowly and methodically coaxes it into action. An image appears above it, a creator, thin, lanky, male, 'Here's his likeness, as far as the creator records go, for what it's worth, which is almost nothing, however! We can ask for him, in the guise of being concerned for his well-being. That gives us a great cover to operate under openly without drawing public ire. But if you do think you've found him, first thing you need to do is inform the rest of us. One creator against one soldier is too risky. If he's willing to break one rule, who knows how many others he may have already broken along the way? This is not optional. We're not here to be heroes, we're here to get it done, right, without mistakes."
Rainer puffs out his cheeks and blows a discontent sigh. "Whaddowe know that a Creator's not gonna? ...anyway y'think we need a signal so we can call the rest over if we find someone fishy? I can do a pretty good Hunting Jarl, check this out--!" He hooks a finger from his right hand into the right corner of his mouth and pulls it to its limit, then does the same with his pinky from his left hand and his left nostril and starts making a sound that's... nowhere near to what a hunting jarl sounds like, but if y'heard that racket again later at least you'd know who it was coming from.
Cassidy nods at Sally as she looks to Kalt. "Right. If they try to run, tail them. But do not try to make a move on your own. That goes for all of us. Try to find them, watch them, and we all regroup, then we can make our move. We'll do this properly, as Sally said."
Natska rubs the palm of her hand against her face, ear twitching. "I think that would spook him too much, Rainer," she comments dryly. The jaguar's tail flicks. "So you heard the Major. One Creator of unknown appearance, possibly smuggling tech, but hopefully he's not perfectly natural with whatever shape he's got." She pauses, and grins. "Like a new kitsune, yea? Hit the streets, keep your eyes peeled. I'll cover overwatch from the roofs, if you find something, wave me down." SHe pauses, then looks at Cassidy. "Or the captain, if you want to, too?"
Thelergramor scratches his head, slightly concerened about what he heard. "So, we're looking for a creator, who doesn't look like a creator?" Thel shrugs, glances around at the others in the unit, hoping someone has an idea on how to find him. Rainers signal is going to be -really- easy to remember. Nodding to Cassidy and Natska: "Alright. Don't grab or alert him, yes? Find anything, tail him and get the rest of us? I can do that."
Adolphus hangs in the back, looking around. The hippo wearing his mail and leather, warhammer upon his back. Dressed in a field uniforn, he does look ever bit a professional soldier. It's a clean uniform after all, not one that's been mucking about in the forest for a week, so it gives the hint that he's an officer. That is if being a hippo didn't blare that out loudly. "A flesh crafted creator, into a being?" he rumbles. "I recall the Merchant saying the creators outlawed such things. I wonder where this creator got it." he muses aloud. "So they refused to give up their tech when they came on world. That is a violation. Are we turning this creator over, or are they simply going to dissappear?" He rumbles and nods, "If anyone else has priest training, pay attention to the old speech. They certinally don't have our dialect down without their trasnlators."
Sally nods lightly, "You got it." She holds out the egg towards Cassidy, "You are the CO for this operation. Are you proficient with creator artifacts?" she asks, "I'll show you how to call the sky fortress. Once he's detained, they're already waiting to grab him, but don't make the call until after you've asked him a few questions, if you understand me. We want his information, and be sure to look thoroughly for any of his toys. They'll want those back, but we can't be certain he hasn't dropped them already. Roger?"
Cassidy reaches out to take the device, giving a little shake of her head. "No, not with my current soul gems, anyway. If I need to use it, I can swap them out, though. I'm keeping it on hand. I understand. Like Natska said! We look for someone that doesn't seem entirely comfortable in their new skin. Look at the way they stand on their paws, or treat their fur and ears. Look at their mannerisms and dress, see if they match up."
Kalt remains at attention, looking between the group as she awaits the command to go ahead and dispurse into their search. Making sure her hand axe is hidden beneath her shirt on her back, so as to not be in the line of sight, and ready incase she needs it.
Rainer snaps his fingers and flashes Adolphus a beaming grin. "Hey, that's right! Ha ha, if it's anything like the ones from yesterday, he'll give himself away in a single sentence!" With a spring in his step he trots over to Theler's side, swinging out an arm to place it over the shoulders of his fellow canid. "You don't mind if I tag along with you, right? Besides, if there's a bunch of us out there strikingup conversations one-on-one with folks, we're gonna stick out more."
Thelergramor nods, removes his mask, hat, scarf and chainmail. Pulls his torn, bloodied coat back on after. "Should try not to stand out, right? Aside from the blood... Well, I can blend in with the beggars, at least. My experience, the beggars know everything." Removes most of his weapons, keeps his knife with him, concealed. Looking to Rainer: "...Not my place to say if you come with me, Rainer. I've no problem with it, though, uh if anyone has orders for where I should start looking?"
Sally rubs her nose, "If the perp remains hidden, you could appeal to his sense of desperation. Anyone willing to change their skin to another species is probably hoping to fit in as them. I leave it to you, Captain. I trust we'll have this taken care of swiftly and without any reason for news to spread around the city."
Adolphus gives a nod, and knuckles towards Cassidy. "All right, I suppose we break into squads and begin looking. Good bet they don't have any crowns, or if they do they might be off or funny looking. Dressed funny, or very limited, and talking funny." he rumbles. "So a grid pattern search" he inquires.
