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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 30, 2012 15:06:19 GMT -8
ooc: Well halloz I would like to start a quest to initiate the tasks listed in the “Hearts of the People” thread that Kiyoshi has dictated to Delilah. Tasks-Get the citizens who live in the Crows’ territory to come to an organized rally to instill some order as well as to recognize the Crows’ presence. - ??!??Get members of Crows’ to create anti-Barker propaganda flyers for distribution at the rally?  People to talk to, to get to come to the rally :I’m thinking ten to fifteen people who are considered leaders in their isolated communities within the Crows’ territory. These people : -Should be somewhat competent leaders who have the trust of the survivors who follow them. If they are not competent leaders, someone close to them should be. Likely, most of these should be men. - Should have various pre-war backgrounds, most whom should have college education and white collar jobs (i.e., lawyers, banker/economists, marketing expert, teacher, doctor, etc.). Working-Joes would also be acceptable. -Varying degree of personality/disposition, (from too-good-to-be-true good guy to manipulative-cowardly-villain-McWhoreface sunuvabitch), fighting/survival skills, intelligence/gullibility. -Anything else you can think of that should be adhered to in this quest, take your liberties! I am willing to work around what you have to offer. I realize this is unessecary fro you MOD types, but I need it for my own reference or I'll forget ._.; sorry. REQUEST FOR MOD PLZ.=D
She marched down the hallway to the set of rooms that her people stayed in, banging on one of the doors when she came to it. She wasn’t sure what time it was, but she had a feeling it was still early. That didn’t matter much to the mechanic right now; she was going on her twenty eighth hour of being awake. She tried the door; locked. Delilah waited a moment, let out an exasperated breath and beat the door again with her fist. “Talon! Get up! We have work to do. TALON.” She listened at the door for any movement and heard nothing. “Talon, so help me, I will break this door down and beat you with it if you don’t open this door RIGHT NOW. You have three seconds: One...TWO—“
“Jesus, woman, alright, alright, I’m up! Christ!” A man called from the other side of the door. “Just lemme put some pants on for fucks sake! Jeez...” Delilah heard the locks on the other side of the door rattle as he slid them out of position. Finally, the door opened.
Standing in the doorway was a man of remarkable height and girth who looked down sourly at the mechanic with his intellegent hazel eyes. His intimidating physique were combined with his huge, heavy hands and set of crooked brawlers teeth were set inside a face that looked as though his creator had set him upon and anvil and tried to hammer it into a more pleasing shape. He looked like a man who had seen a few good fights in his twenty eight years. A reddish brown beard coated his jawline and blended with his short curly hair that topped his hed in a widows peak. He leaned against the door frame with a yawn, scratching his protruding, shirtless belly, his broad, naked chest rife with scars. This was Talon McCagherty, decent mechanic and ruthless scrapper. “What do you need?”
Delilah gave him a happy smile and flashed him the stitched cut on her left hand, laughing when he winced sympathetically. “I met with the Zeroes today and got a promotion. We have some tasks to carry out. Get dressed, we leave in a half hour.”
His brow furrowed as he looked down at the mechanic suspiciously. “‘We’? You received the instructions, not me. Why can’t you do this on your own?”
She raised an eyebrow at him. He was fishing for compliments again. Were they really going to play this game now? After a moment of studying the serenely patient look on his face, she relented.“Well, there are a few reasons I need you: one is that I cut myself on a sword and won’t be able to do much with my left hand. I still have the other three limbs of course that are still in perfectly good kicking-your-ass form...” Delilah paused as she let that thinly veiled threat sink in “...but I digress. I might not need you, but then again, I might, and that’s reason enough.
Second, you’re strong and smart. I could use that for what we’ll be doing. Plus, you’ve been around the territory a little and you know the area decently enough, right? I definetly will need that.
Third, BECAUSE I FUCKING SAID SO. Get. Dressed. NOW.” She pointed threateningly at the door behind him.
Talon threw up his hands in surrender, trying to supress the smile that stretched across his pale face. “Fine, fine, I’m going already. Man, you’re impatient today. What exactly will we be doing?”
She waved a dismissive hand at the bigger man, shooing him back inside. “I’ll breif you when we’re enroute. Meet me outside in twenty minutes.” She spun on her heel and began striding back the way she came.
“I thought you said a half-hour!”
“I subracted ten minutes for your lip." she called over her shoulder,"[/color] "Make sure you pick something up from the mess hall on your way out. This could be a long day.”*-*-*-*-*-*-* Twenty minutes later, the two were striding briskly towards the ruins that were scattered about the Crows’ base at the marina. Delilah had finished briefing Talon on the task at hand but was sure not to tell him more than he needed to know. She hadn’t been informed if any of this was classified information, but some of it wouldn’t be important to her subordinate anyway. And so, it would be left out until it became important. “...So, we’re going to try and convince the people who are leaders with the citizens to get all of them to come to this thing a few days from now?”“That’s right.”Talon nodded his head a little, taking a bite out of one of the bread rolls they had brought with them. “Sounds easy enough. You’re sure you need me for this?”“Like I told you before, I have pretty much no idea where I’m going or which citizens are clustered where. You have a way better idea than I do. Now then,” Delilah stopped and looked left and right. “Which way should we go?”Talon was silent for a moment as he searched his memory. “Left might be a good place to start. I saw a group of people here the last time I was out scavenging. If nothing else, they might be able to point us in the direction of another group.”Delilah nodded brusquely and started off in that direction at a reasonably paced jog, worn leather boots pounding the pavement. With a groan, Talon followed suit. If after a time they came across some people, Delilah would indicate for Talon to hang back a little bit and walk towards them on her own. “Excuse me,” she would call out in a cheerful and warm voice, “Could I talk to you for a second? I have some questions.”[/size] OOC: I hope this is OK. I apologise for any inconsistencies and spelling errors. My computer at the library sucks and I’m pressed for time. Please let me know VIA PM is anything needs changing. |
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Post by Zack Asiv on Apr 24, 2012 14:19:06 GMT -8
What would appear to be a well enough organized group of young scavengers would be visible, their leader seemed to be a female that was alerted by the presence of Delilah. After her greeting she looked to the others and nodded as they continued to look around an abandoned gas station.
"Yes?"
She spoke rather forward trying to appear strong so as not to be picked on. These people weren't dirty, or poorly fed, just scared. They where normal people who kept up some form of work that kept them well enough off. Its not like showers where out of the question.
The woman herself wore a pair of slacks shoes, a button up blouse and a wedding band. She has brown hair with red highlights and green eyes. Appearing around her early twenties.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 24, 2012 15:20:15 GMT -8
Delilah was surprised at how well off this particular group seemed to be. She hadn’t been outside of the base all that often since arriving a few months back, but from what she had seen, the majority of people were wallowing in destitution. It was heartening to see a group that was actually doing well for themselves. The mechanic offered the woman another polite smile and did her best to look as non-threatening as possible. “I apologize for interrupting you. My name is Delilah and this gentleman behind me is called Talon,” The large man inclined his head as he thoughtfully scratched his beard, also smiling.
“We’re here on behalf of the Crows to invite you to a rally of ours which we aim to have take place a week from now. Food and drink will be offered that day and, if you desire it, protection. I know that bandits, rogue gangs, rape, stealing and murder are a problem right now. We want to put an end to that. There’s no reason for you to suffer.
“If you’ll come, if you’ll hear us out at the rally, everything can be explained in detail then. If you don’t like what we have to say, you can choose to not be involved with us. We’re not like Barker. We’re not going to take away your freedom. This is still America, after all. We’d like to keep it that way.”
“But we don’t have all the tools at our disposal to achieve this…” Talon chimed in his pleasing baritone. “ Do you know of anyone who used to be a lawyer, an accountant, a police officer or some other kind of public servant? That would be invaluable to us.”
((OOC: Persuasion check for Delilah, plz~!))
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Post by Zack Asiv on Apr 26, 2012 10:32:10 GMT -8
She thought on this for a few moments keeping one eye on them and another on the others that where with her. She finally looked to them now.
"I will talk to the others. See what they want to do, but the offer sounds nice. We have seen some of what the crows have been trying to do, but most people aren't sure if you all are just going to be like barker."
To the mans question though she raised an eye brow. She was unsure how to answer this one.
"If there are any police left they'd be in the protected area's south east of here. As for anything else I'll ask around, but as trust goes now-a-days it may take a while."
(Check passed most of the surrounding non-combatant civilians will be at crows rally.)
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 26, 2012 11:50:13 GMT -8
“South East…”Talon murmured, scratching his beard thoughtfully as he sought to remember what exactly was in that area.
She looked at Talon over her shoulder,“That’s in the direction of the Naval Center. It and the surrounding area seems a likely enough start, at any rate. That’ll be our next stop.”Delilah turned her attention back to the woman, smiling pleasantly. “Thank you for your help. If there’s anything you need, please don’t hesitate to come to us for assistance. Here,” she pulled the bag off her shoulder and withdrew a cloth bundle of freshly baked rolls from it. She would hand it to the woman with a polite nod of her head. “—a token of our appreciation, on behalf of the Crows. Thank you again!” With a cheerful wave, Delilah turned and began walking towards the South East, Talon hot on her heels.
“…So. What’s the plan?”
Delilah stopped in her tracks to look at him quizzically. “Plan?”
He returned her look with a slight frown.“Yeah. Plan. Like, what we’re gonna do once we get there? The sort of thing people do before they do something, I don’t know, dangerous?”
“Pfft,”she scoffed, resuming her pace. “Plan? I don’t have a plan. I never plan.”
“Okay. Uh huh. WHY?”
She rolled her shoulders in a shrug.“Plans are like trying to give an outline to life, trying to force it into a container. They never go perfectly and more often than not, need on the spot changes. And from what I’ve learned, people don’t like it if they think you have ulterior motives, and that’s exactly what it looks like when a ‘plan’ goes awry. I’d rather not scheme and plot…I prefer just rolling with the punches. Much easier to deal with screw-ups that way.”
“So, you have no idea what we’re getting into and how we’re going to deal with, say, a hostile situation?”
“Right.”
“You’re just gonna play it by ear?” His tone was slowly edging from sarcasm to disbelief.
“Handsome and clever. My, my, how DO you keep the ladies off you?” She chuckled. “It’s better this way, trust me. Don’t try to anticipate anything and just let it happen. Your instincts will guide you.”
“You sound like a Jedi.”
“Strong with the Force, you are not.”
“Shut up.”
“Anger and hate, the way to the Dark Side are.”
“I said SHUT UP.”
And after that unnessecary bit of dialogue, the two walked in silence through the ruins, heading South East all the while. In spite of her somewhat lackadaisical attitude, Delilah’s awareness was at its peak. Her eyes were wide, encompassing her entire field of vision in vivid detail. She remained relaxed and loose. Ready.
Talon, however, remained tense as they progressed, his face hard and his walk an intimidating swagger.
The pair would walk until they reached a settlement or some other area that indicated people were about and would proceed with caution until they encountered someone…((OOC: Summary. - Delilah gives Unnamed Woman some food as a gesture of good will. - Talon and Delilah head South East towards “protected areas”. - Witty but mostly unnecessary banter exchanged. - Perception check for noticing something (if nessecary) EDIT: Minor typo in Talon's name.))
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Post by Zack Asiv on May 8, 2012 15:25:48 GMT -8
As you make your way you see two patrols of four wearing Barker uniforms. They pass right by without a second glance its obvious they are not doing anything violant against the populace and they are looking for something or someone specific, but you reach the protected areas unhindered. But it i well protected by people in random uniforms from military to police. They all seem dirty and worn down. Its obvious they dont get much sleep or rest in between attacks. A police officer and a military suit run up stopping short with blunt weapons at the ready.
"Are you survivors? Do you need sanctuary?" Says the policeman.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on May 9, 2012 7:19:04 GMT -8
Passing the Barker patrols while enroute had put Delilah on edge. The patrol didn’t really seem to notice the pair and appeared to be looking for something. Delilah suppressed the urge to go after them and find out what they were up to; they were just outside of the edge of the Crows’ territory after all, and should not be here for all extents and purposes. She made a mental note to tell Kiyoshi about their presence here, but continued on with the task at hand.
As they neared the base, derelict and worn down from constant attack, they were swiftly approached by two men in uniform asking if they needed assistance, alarmed by the urgency in their voices. Out of habit, she snapped off a quick salute and stood at attention. Talon, surprised by even this level of formality and respect from the woman who trained him, followed suit, but would otherwise remain in the background.
“Survivors, yes, sanctuary, no. But we could use your help,” she extended a friendly black stained palm out to them for a shake, being careful to use her right hand so as to avoid irritating the stitches on her left. “ This gentleman behind me is Talon McCagherty and I am Delilah Black, First of the Crows. Our base is North West of here up at the marina. We’re looking for two or three veterans who would be able and/or willing to relay some of their experiences in battle to them. An evening seminar kind of thing. If you’d also be willing to loan us some younger, more capable veterans to assist in the overseeing and training of our forces, the designing of battle tactics, formations and such, that would be much appreciated.
“That said, we would be more than willing to help you with whatever you might need assistance with. Barker patrols passed us on our way here, but they didn’t seem to notice us. If there is anything we can do to help you, please tell us,” The mechanic inclined her head at a slight angle as she finished speaking, another polite gesture.
((OOC: Persuasion check?))
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Post by Zack Asiv on May 12, 2012 18:31:49 GMT -8
The two exchange a quick glance before looking back to the Crow.
"We have little we can do to help outside of this area. And its too big a decision for us to make. Patrols usually mean an attack is being planned soon."
Silent for a moment the policeman finally spoke as well.
"Ill take you to the man who got us all here ready for this."
With that if they followed they would be brought inside with a two person escort for safety reasons. They'd make it to a three room tent on the edge of what looked like people trying to grow their own food. At the door the policeman opened his mouth to speak but a voice from inside would cut him off.
"Go ahead and bring them in officer Gerrick."
"Creeps me out when he does that."
He'd open the tent to let the visitors in. Standing next to a table reading a map with figurines on it was a young looking man with short blond hair, blue eyes and a black cloth mask on the lower half of his mouth. A moss green shirt and a pair of military ACU pants and combat boots.
"Greetings Ms. Delilah and Mr. Talon. I am John Strike I can help you with what your seeking personally, but I need something in return."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on May 14, 2012 7:32:49 GMT -8
Delilah nodded at the officer’s words and followed him closely into the encampment, not at all minding the escort that quickly formed around them. If anything, she approved greatly. It showed her that even in all the chaos surrounding them, this group hadn’t lost their heads.
It wasn’t long before they came to a makeshift garden with a large tent nearby. Her eyes widened at the prospect and she quickly scanned the area for ideas for the Crows. Her attention was soon drawn back to the fore as the officer opened his mouth only to be cut short.
Officer Gerrick opened the flap in the tent and Delilah strode inside with Talon close behind. The man standing behind the desk examining a tactical map(who looked very young to Delilah) looked up at them and introduced himself as John Strike. Delilah filed that away for her report later.
He spoke and she nodded briskly, sparing him her own customary introductory verbatim. If he had known who they were and why they were there before even saying anything, she had a feeling that spewing it again would be quite unnecessary. Still, his uncanny perception rung an alarm bell or two in her mind. She did not rule out the possibility that Mr. Strike was a Qi user.
Ignoring this for now, Delilah would incline her head affirmatively, clasping her arms behind her back. “What can we do for you, sir?”
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Post by Zack Asiv on May 19, 2012 16:15:13 GMT -8
"Your boss has a particulerly interesting... Future. Though it wont reach its full potential if one man remains alive. His name is lost to even me, but he does go by Vidar, the norse god of Revenge."
He finally moved a hand over the tactical map, moving the small knight piece and the black bird towards the upper section next to the miniature figurine of a man with a flowing beard and trident. Knocking over both the knight and crow he shakes his head slowly in a depressed manner.
"Sadly if either of them face this man they will die. But should you chose to challange him, he will be weakened enough for winter to freeze over. I'm not going to ask you to fight Vidar, I'm simply going to ask you. With this knowledge which would you do? Fight or let things play out?"
Thats right all John wanted was an answer to that simple question. People fascinated him to no end.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on May 21, 2012 13:47:41 GMT -8
Delilah watched and listened to the man intently as he spoke and illustrated his words with the figures on the map. She regarded the fallen figures of the two Zero Crows silently and her face became a mask of solemnity, a small, sad smile curving her lips.
Talon was moving his eyes from the map to the First quickly, realization of the John's words dawning on him and recognizing the expression on his boss' face. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly decided against it.
After a long moment, Delilah returned her gaze to John's, the steel back in her eyes. “I would choose to fight. Knowing that I would die in the battle is of no consequence to me: I am more than prepared to lay my life on the line for the sake of many.”
Even having guessed her answer prior, Talon could not keep the disbelief from his face. “So you're okay with dying? Just like that?”
She shrugged, continuing to maintain eye contact with John. “Of course. I have pledged myself to Kiyoshi and to 'Unfettered'. My life is forfeit to them and their cause. If dying means that they would live on and thrive, then I will gladly do so. They have but to ask.”
“But...you have a son.”
“And if I were to die fighting, it would be for him as well as the for the cause, Talon. I cannot save them all. I know that. I am only one life out of many. But if that life is the greatest thing I can give for someone, then I will. It isn't complicated.” She raised an eyebrow slightly at John. "Does this answer your question?"
((ooc: edit: sorry, forgot to add the question there at the end.))
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Post by Zack Asiv on May 28, 2012 19:10:56 GMT -8
John smiled beneath his mask, which pretty much just looked like he was squinting his eyes.
"Yes it does. But I never said you'd die."
John said before walking over to them both.
"I'll have supplies and fresh soldiers ready to support the Crows. I'll even be there to train your own fighters as well."
((Crows gain a solid food supply, and the protected lands as territory, along with the Admin NPC John Strike to train their masses.))
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Post by Delilah A. Black on May 29, 2012 18:43:11 GMT -8
Delilah smiled at the mans response, took his hand and clasped it in both of hers. "Thank you, sir. I'll relay that to my superiors at once. If there is ever anything you need, I will see to the matter personally. Al you have to do is ask." With that, the two Crows would take their leave of the man and his camp.
Once they were a fair ways away from the edge of the camp, Talon turned his head back towards Delilah with a raised eyebrow. "Where to now?"
Delilah let out a sigh and looked up at the sun, checking the time. "We need to find some people who had respectable jobs in their old lives. Accountants. Lawyers. Economists. That sort of thing."
"Probably not many of those people left," he observed.
"You might be right about that. Still, we have to try." She pointed West of their location. "Last I remember, there was a business centre over there. It's as good a place as any."
"Righto, O' Fearless Leader."
They set off.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Jun 30, 2012 22:30:28 GMT -8
And they head West! The Monkey king followed by his faithfu- What? This isn't the chinese epic tale "A Journey West"? Shit, I mean...
Delilah and company move West to a torn down business district, some old paperwork still being thrown around by the wind in these days. Some people sit mindlessly on the sidewalks or near a fountain.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 11, 2012 17:31:54 GMT -8
Delilah and Talon approach those seated around the fountain, smiles and rolls at the ready. “Hi there, I'm Delilah Black, Does anyone here know of someone who was a Financial Advisor or banker or were involved in a trade at any kind? I'd be very interested to talk to them.”
At this time, the rolls would be presented as a token of gratitude to encourage an answer.
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