An Unusual Job [Plot Post]

[kiwistickers]

"Get the hell out of here you mangy rat!"

Gizmo's exit had been just as quiet as one would expect pushing a whiskey glass off a counter and getting yelled at by the bartender would be. 

Of course this had been his plan, to get kicked out of the bar.  He figured Elwood's party wouldn't suspect some drunken sudonian being chased off in the opposite direction to be following them. Chances were they wouldn't pay attention to such a small creature anyway, but he could be more cautious depending on what this meeting was about. 

Once Gizmo was certain he was out of sight, he rolls on the ground and rubs against buildings hoping the litter, dirt, and other smells of the district would mask his scent. The he wasn't sure if any of Elwood's party had a heightened sense of smell but he was at least partially certain a demon might. The last thing the sudonian does before backtracking is to activate his avoidpatch and turn invisible. 

At first he is only able to follow by scent, but he catches up enough to hear and eventually see them as well. He was grateful Elwood had managed to get so many goons; it was fairly simple to hide the faint sound of his pawsteps by matching with their footfalls. Gizmo slips in the door before it closes behind the last member of the party.  Fuck, he'd lucked out with the meeting place. He'd worried about scent before, but doubted anyone could detect him through the heavy smell of smoke. 

Overall this whole ordeal was proving to be easier than expected.

Gizmo scanned the room for any additional exit points in case he was being too cocky. 

Ventilation shafts? Could he squeeze through those bars? Maybe? Maybe not. At this point if he was spotted he could claim to be the hiveswarm if they noticed him but that wouldn't end well once the actual client showed up. Hopefully it wouldn't resort to that-so far it seemed they wouldn't notice him. 

He hoped it would stay that way. 

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gizmo's invisibility PL is Moderate

[arcanelord]

Damia Took A Place At A Table Near The One Elwood Sat At, Assuming He Wanted His Client To Sit At The Same Table As Him. She Tried To Look As Inconspicuous As She Could, While Pulling a Small Throwing Knife Out And Holding It In Her Left Hand Under The Table, To Conceal It From Others In The Bar. She Also Ordered A Drink (She Assumed Elwood Would Pay For It.)


{My Bad!}
Damia Stood To The Right Of Elwood, Watching The Room And Concealing A Drawn Throwing Knife On The Underside Of Her Hand, Leaning On The Card Table.

[Lady]

(Please read my previous post fully. arcanelord We're no longer in the bar.)

[Jeankana]

Along the way, Donovan was sure he could hear something small following them, as quiet and stealthy as it was. Not that he cared, even if it was something, he hadn't been hired to keep anyone from following them. Not his problem, at least for the moment. When they arrived, he wrinkled his nose, slightly. He never cared for the stench of smoke, especially not this thick. He especially didn't care for how it masked scents. Oh well. He could deal with it. He moved to the side and slightly behind Elwood and his seat, crossing his arms and appearing every bit as imposing as he should. Now they just needed to wait.

[Konichi]

Even with the strong odor of smoke in the air, Yuri smelled something other than the scents of Elwood and the others, but he wasn't sure what it was. Probably other kinds of seedy garbage for all he cared.

He leaned against a wall and crossed his arms, keeping a close eye on the main entrance to the room, but ever so often peeking back at the barred door as well. It seemed a little ridiculous to do, but they could be surprised by a freaky hivespawn or something weird like that at any time. Better to be safe than sorry.

[Lady]

Elwood began to close his eyes and allow himself the luxury of relaxing when the room darkened abruptly. He snapped his eyes back open and sat up straighter as, following the tangible aura of darkness, a wraithlike being floated into the room. It hovered there a moment before turning and hissing something in a sibilant language.

In came a remarkably unremarkable human-looking man. He had a brown suit on and a slightly receding brown hairline to match. He took a seat across from Elwood and the shadow being smoothly hovered at his back.

"Nice pet," Elwood sneered.

"At least I only have one," the supposed client responded back with a banker's smile. "I'd suggest we fight them to see who wins but something tells me you would take that literally."

[Pipsqueak]

((Sorry for not posting, school got really hectic for a while, than allergy season whacked me in the face)) 

Kane had remained quite for the majority of the time after his volunteering to join Elwood. Mostly due to the fact that he had little to say, the job was the job, because no matter what happened Kane was going to be fine. Once the party entered the scummy building he let out the tiniest of sighs, would it be to much to ask to be holed up in a decently smelling building that had somewhat passable lighting? Does such a place even exist in a place such as The Pits? 

This was the last job he'd be doing in this district of vermin for quite a while. The man leaned against the wall opposite of Yuri and lit and drew Backbiter. With the tip of his blade he began to carefully scrape bits of dirt from underneath his fingernails, this way the knife was already i his hand should he need to run it through the ma Elwood was to be meeting with.

When the man stepped in Kane was quite surprised to see he was what looked to be completely human. He figured with the need of bodyguards the stranger must have some sort of power, that or his employer wasn't very strong himself. Regardless Kane remained wordless, still cleaning his fingernails, though shooting the occasional glare at the brown suited man.


((Imma slide this right here just in case something does happen))

KANE'S INVENTORY:

SPOILER: Click to show

 1. Driscoll Family Cloak - A simple looking navy-blue hooded cloak that has obviously seen action. The clasp is an eagle, the Driscoll family crest. The cloak has been past down from generation to generation since the cloak was made. The cloak provides (Strong) protection against non-physical attacks.



2. Boots of Silence - These leather boots muffle the sound of the wear's footsteps.(Light)



3. Driscoll Family Sword - A simple, double edged blade with a bronze eagle on the pummel. The blade has been past down from generation to generation. Where the blade lacks in decoration, it makes up for in power. The body ignores armor that is Moderate or lower, and deals moderate physical damage. Should anyone not in the Driscoll family hold this blade, the sword's grip will spontaneously causing strong fire damage.



4. Backbiter - A wickedly curved, dark gray blade that has a dark blue dyed grip. The blade does moderate dark damage on hit. The knife will do strong bright damage to individuals the wielder has had positive interactions with in the past. When an attack lands on a target the wielder has had positive interactions with, the wielder will gain a moderate heal.

[kiwistickers]

Huh. None of the guards were directly blocking the entrance. If he'd hadn't been anticipating that he would have waited right next to the door.

Gizmo was sitting near the wall to the left of the table, closer to the door than anyone else- still careful not to be too close with any of the guards. He shifts his attention looking at each of them, the wraith, and the main attraction of whatever deal was about to go down between the crimelord and his mystery friend. Again, the sudonian didn't think anyone had taken notice of him but he had to be ready if someone did.

Speaking of the mystery friend, he turned out to be pretty anticlimactic. He's a hivespawn! Expect anything! Okay how about some average joe old humanish looking guy. Brilliant ten outta ten they'll never expect that. The wraith was a bit of a surprise but Elwood shot that down pretty quick. Gizmo toyed with the idea the hivespawn could have some hidden ability-or lack one- and the creature was showy to draw attention away from that.

Even if it had been a joke, Gizmo wondered how the muscle would square up against the freaky shadow thing. Elwood's reaction made it seem as though it wasn't anything too special but it certainly seemed to be giving the client the confidence to say some smartass shit. It could just as easily be a bluff on either end, that's how these sorts of things went down.

It was too early for to tell much of anything it seemed.

[Konichi]

Yuri raised an eyebrow at Elwood's client. He seemed a bit too normal - there had to be something spooky underneath that mundane human mask. But for now, all he could do was wait and speculate.

The wraith-thing bodyguard though, that was much easier to assess. Clearly spooky, clearly scary... not actually a skeleton. Damn. So much for trying to find something funny to mentally poke at. But in all seriousness, the malevolent aura it spread around the room was no joke. Yuri kept his focus on it almost exclusively for now, assuming that at least one of the others had their eyes on Mr. Boring.

[Jeankana]

Donovan kept his eyes on the duo, holding back the urge to smirk. Well, this was a somewhat interesting development. He made sure to pay attention to everything said and everything done, but that wraith was of the most interest to him. He was honestly very curious how one would fight that thing. Or how it would fight.

But, for now, he figured it would be best to get an assessment of the enemy. He looked over the client and, even though he doubted it had any items, the wraith with his Ring of Detection, trying to see what, if anything, this guy was packing.


((Ring of Detection - This ring allows Donovan to see the powers and strength of anything someone is currently wearing and/or holding. (PL: Strong Detection)))

[arcanelord]

Damia Was... Unnerved, To Say The Least Of The Man And His... 'Pet'. She Had Never Seen Anything Like It Before, And It Didn't Take a Genius To Know Spirits Can/Were Extremely Dangerous And/Or Finicky. She Observed The Man, Seeing What He Was Carrying, And Quietly Pulled A Second Throwing Knife From Her Pouch Into The Same Hand As The First Knife Was.

Oct 12, 2016 1:51:58 GMT kiwistickers said:

arcanelord ,



gizmo is invisble

(Sorry!)

She Also Did Not Like The (Extremely Short) Furry Man Near The Door Staring At Them... Assuming It Was Even A Man... Or A Girl... Or Sentient, Even.

Oh Wait, She Should Probably Be Paying Attention, Shouldn't She?

[Lady]

The client didn't seem to be wearing anything unusual; a suit. A pen tucked into a front shirt pocket. A tasteful wrist watch. He had a briefcase; that could have contained anything. It was currently locked, however.

((Donovan's knowledge only below the spoiler))

SPOILER: Click to show

Ring of Detection reveals the wrist watch has a Strong ability to teleport and also act as a communication and recording device. The pen is a Moderate smoke bomb and also a pen; handy. The briefcase curiously has no powers.

"Probably," Elwood remarked. He figured one of the chumps he'd hired would have been able to take it and he did enjoy gambling. And smashing people's toys.

But before he could give more serious thought to the idea, the man had moved on to the topic at hand. "My employer wishes to contract your services for a relatively simple job."

Elwood snapped back to the present. "I was hoping to meet the man in charge myself." He disliked working with people's proxies.

The man shrugged as if to say Doesn't life suck sometimes? Elwood grunted and gestured for him to continue.

"We'd like you to use your associates to hand out fortune cookies," the man explained.

Elwood stared at him. The client didn't crack a smile or wink or anything. "What?" Elwood asked deadpan before looking at those with him. "Did you all hear what I just hear?"

[arcanelord]

"I Did" Damia Replied. "Also, What The Hell Is A Fortune Cookie?"

[Jeankana]

Donovan stared. Wait.... what? "Yeah, I heard it. I'm gonna take a wild guess that there's something special about these fortune cookies, or this whole thing would be kinda pointless." After all, that's the only thing that could make sense, right? What WAS it, though? If they were plain old fortune cookies, he'd honestly be more disturbed than if they contained a plague or something.

[Pipsqueak]

"I'm not some fucking delivery boy, if you want your cookies passed around go ask some twelve year old off the street." Kane snapped at the man rolling his eyes.