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Post by wanderer on Nov 1, 2009 19:21:31 GMT -8
It was a brightly lit night down at the docks. A full moon hung in the air, the clouds around it giving it the appearance of an eye looking down on the world. There were no ships coming in or leaving the docks, so the place was almost deserted. However if one was looking carefully, they could find four figures amidst the containers of the ship yard. And over the noise of the city, if one was close enough, the conversation of the four could be heard.
<Why the hell are we meeting out here? This is stupid.> This voice came from a person sitting atop one of the many shipping containers around the group of four. The shadows of a higher stack making it impossible to see the figure clearly.
{Easy Hati, Mr. Kessler here has chosen this meeting place. No matter the flaws in his logic.} The second figure was leaning on the same shipping container that the first figure was sitting on. And both of them were looking at a middle aged man who was steadily growing more red in the face with rage.
(As if I would let anyone see me in public with the three of you.) Mr. Kessler said, pulling out a handkerchief and rubbing his brow. (It’s bad enough that I have to be the handler for you three brats now. A psychopath, an idiot,…) Mr. Kessler’s eyes turned from the two he had been directing his rage to the fourth person of the group. (And a traitor. Honestly I don’t know why you haven’t been silenced yet.)
The fourth person, Eric, looked up at Mr. Kessler, then closed his eyes and looked back down. This meeting was pointless, this handler was an idiot. Anyone could walk in on them here, and then either he, Hati, or Skoll would have to kill the person because Mr. Kessler ‘Didn’t want to be seen with them.’
Mr. Kessler practically had steam coming out of his ears from being ignored like that by Eric. However, Hati started chuckling softly. <See, someone else agrees with me. Isn’t that right…Hell Hound?>
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Post by "Unfettered" on Nov 2, 2009 16:24:03 GMT -8
OOC Note: NPC's Used With Permission.
Personal Note: Allowing The Usage Of One Ploy For The Three-Man Squad To Utilize.
Simultaneous Investigations [/u] NPC's: Shift L. Calhoon (Left), Taylor S. Manson (Middle), Roger B. Joel (Right)[/center] Shift's Bio:
Age: 24
Occupation: College Senior
Reason For Joining "Unfettered": Rescue Of Little Sister/Debt
Relevant Talents/Specialties: Strong Fighter Spirit, Biology, Freestyle
Relevant Flaws/Weaknesses: Clumsy, Cocky, Underestimation Of Situations
Equipped With: Radio
Statistics: Strength: 22 Dexterity: 25 Constitution: 26 Intelligence: 27 Wisdom: 19 Charisma: 23
Taylor's Bio:
Age: 16
Occupation: High School Junior
Reason For Joining "Unfettered": Rescue From Public High School #42
Relevant Talents/Specialties: Grappling, Math, Sprinting, Potential
Relevant Flaws/Weaknesses: Low Constitution, Panicky, Almost Clumsy, Average Student
Equipped With:
Statistics: Strength: 22 Dexterity: 31 Constitution: 10 Intelligence: 18 Wisdom: 15 Charisma: 14
Roger's Bio:
Age: 29
Occupation: Unemployed Engineer
Reason For Joining "Unfettered": Gratitude For His Son's Proper Burial
Relevant Talents/Specialties: Engineering, Experiences, Map Reading
Relevant Flaws/Weaknesses: Too Hesitant In Regards To Others
Equipped With: Flashlight, Tool Kit Belt
Statistics: Strength: 19 Dexterity: 18 Constitution: 22 Intelligence: 38 Wisdom: 35 Charisma: 20[/i][/spoiler] "Kyaaaa..." Jessica whimpered quietly on the other side of the dock. "C'mon! Your fetishes have gone too far---Gck!" she writhed as Valerie proceeded to squeeze her chest. "Mmmh... But you're just such a sexy ninja..."Roger: "Ahem. We're beginning our operation. You two should head back to base now."...Taylor and Shift, however, were both hunched over, looking at the (almost) unabashed duo.Shift: "Naw... c'mon, Rog. They can stay, can't they? They just checked out the dock an hour ago, didn't they?"Taylor: "Mm..." agreed Taylor, his eyes travelling all about the two as they writed on the planks of the dock.
---"No."The two cosplayers looked at each other, Jessica looking pitifully in a pleading manner at the rest of them as Valerie just continued to play with her mounds---That was, until Roger suddenly walked over, grasping Valerie gently by the shoulders, and squeezed them together towards her neck, making her shiver at the gentle roughness, before pulling her back up onto her feet with a single, quick movement. However, he soon used his right hand to adjust his glasses, keeping the hand there to cover his red-stricken face."Right. Off you two get."Realizing what was happening, Valerie looked at Roger before abruptly turning away in a huff, while Jessica slowly collected herself, patting the dust from her lap, before getting herself up in a rather dainty manner, her body wiggling at the shyness she was experiencing, before she skittered off, following Valerie into her Volvo a block away---Just a block closer then the trio's van was parked.
Gathering himself, Taylor looked off to the side in an abashed manner, before Shift's left hand stopped groping the air to his left. Shooting a dark look at Roger, he brought up his shoulders."Okay---Sup?""Well, "Unfettered" needed us to check the docks by the hour for when he'll start exchanging shipments between the Chinese gang and the Mafia, along with all other proprietors here. We just need to make sure there is absolutely no one in the dock before we radio in for the final time," summarized Roger, pocketing his hands."When that happens, our men will come in here and the Chinese will dock---They've been waiting out there for three hours already, so I suspect they're getting antsy, waiting there in a 'fishing' ship, so... let's get it done, shall we, gents?""Right.""Yeah."* * * * * * * * * * * * * "The moon's too bright," Shift noted a bit loudly as they walked by some crates, having gone through already half of the perimeter, his feet clunking rather loudly. On the other hand, Taylor was walking as quietly as he could with natural foot flexes going heel-toe. Slightly afraid of the dark, Taylor just looked back to where Roger usually would be in their triangle-side formation, even though he knew the engineer had to stay back to set down some "precautionary" measures. "I swear, if anyone's here, they'll just spot us like that---""Shush!" hissed Taylor suddenly, overhearing something. They were still hidden in the shadows of the crate, but the tip of Shift's foot was still exposed to the moonlight, extended just a bit from the side of the crate.
Perfectly exposed for the certain foursome on the other edge of the dock to possibly get a glimpse at...
Shift couldn't hear anything, just looking in a confused manner as Taylor made a bunch of useless hand gestures to him that the College Senior just couldn't get in this darkness, his eyes still having issues of adjusting."No, seriously, what?"Taylor's eyes grew wide as he heard a trickle of a few words here and there---Roger was right to be prepared. Half of Taylor's feet were on the verge of completely turning the other way and sprinting the hell out of there.
They were not alone, and the tip of Shift's foot was exposed in the moonlight. This mission was probably compromised and "Unfettered" would be so disappointed---OOC Edit Note: Added Image.
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Post by wanderer on Nov 2, 2009 17:00:25 GMT -8
(Anyways, lets get on with the briefing. You all have targets, the details of which are here. We don't have any base of operations in the city as of yet. But Hati and Skoll will be dealing with that.) Mr. Kessler handed two envelops to the man that had been yet to be addressed specifically, leaving the only possibility of it being Skoll. Hati thumped his feet twice on the container above Skoll's head and then the lazy swing of his legs caused his left heel to thump three more times softly. <Awww, but reality detail is so boring. I rarely get to have any fun on it.> Skoll snapped his finger and pointed roughly in the direction of Mr. Kessler. {You got it Mr. K, we'll get right on it.}
Hati chose that moment to get up, starting to pace back and forth on top of the container. His voice got a little bit louder. <But it's BORING, seriously. All we got to do is find a nice gang hideout of a local group, kill everyone inside, and take it for ourselves. Mr. Kessler's face grew to a nice shade of purple as he hissed in a loud whisper. (Keep it down you fool. You want the whole god damn dock to hear you?)
Hati looked down at their handler. Eric had slowly been bringing up his Qi, as if anticipating that Hati was about to fly off the handle. His presence seemed to fade from the world as people's perception slid off him like water on a raincoat. <Come on, you know that I'm right. Some of those gangs have pretty sweet cribs. We find what we like, take it, and we don't have to worry about all the cloak and dagger cause nobody cares about a few dead gangbangers.>
Eric started walking at this point, his clock of Qi hiding him from the eyes of the world. He was moving roughly in the direction Skoll's finger had pointed earlier. His invisible boots made no noise on the hard pavement as he moved to see who was spying on their little meeting. Hoping to catch them with their attention wrapped up in Hati's little performance.
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