You are all decorated agents of M.E.T.A.L. and have been called into the office of Jacob Stronghold on urgent business. You are currently waiting together in a small plain room that smells faintly of lavender and that liquid the janitor uses to mop the floors. The tile floors squeak as you sit and wait for Stronghold, who appears to be running late.
(Italics are sarcasm [That line was the autoprompt function on my phone but I like it so I’m sticking with it. Italics are now sarcasm.] This is a chance to sort of role play a but while you wait for Stronghold)
((any of you in R&D feel free to be the person Agar is talking with))
Agar was talking to another fellow from R&D. "So I ask him, 'Master, why are these components necessary? Why the gestures, the words, the materials...? And why is it that some spells only work on one target and some on several? And he says - I kid you not - 'Don't ask stupid questions, that's how it works and that's that.' Well, that's when I knew I had to study on my own and instead of evocation or transmutation or the like, my focus would be the rules of magic itself. Turns out, that's actually not always the case. With some effort we can bend the rules. Make a spell have two targets instead of one, or cast it without most components. Sure it takes some effort but with study and practice I expect that extra cost will go down. The possibilities are staggering... I was just in the field, checking up on a lead I found of another mage in the past doing something similar. It turned out to be a false lead though. What about you, what are you working on?"
Victorin leaned against the wall in the waiting room while he, well, waited for the boss. He twirled a dagger absentmindedly in his hand and looked over the group gathered in the room with him. Two wizard types from R&D appeared to by chatting it up about something. Those in the group that took the time to look would see a tall, thin half-elf with shoulder length blonde hair. He wore woolen pants, well-worn boots, and a simple shirt covered by a sharp looking leather vest. Piercing blue eyes made contact with the others, some he knew by name, others he knew only by reputation. This was quite the crew. METAL wasn’t that big of an organization, and word of each other's exploits got around. “So, what did you all do to get sent to the principal’s office? Rare for so many of us to get a call to see the big man at once.”
Quinn gives Agar a half smile amusedly "Interesting. I have to say, I know little about conventional magic, so most of this is probably going over my head. Currently I am doing very little, this is the first job I have done in a while. Seems that most in our department don't want to work with me. Don't get me wrong however, that suits me fine."
Quinn walks casually, as if he has not a care in the world, but the look in his eyes is guarded. He is of medium height, and a single stripe of violet runs through his jet black hair. He wears black fighting leathers and gear designed for mobility. Strapped to his back is a long katana, which is the only part of his attire that attracts the eye.
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Kai sits on top of his turret, crouched down with a strange backpack on his lap and a blowtorch in one hand. A spark or two flies across the room, but the aarakocra's good enough not to catch anything on fire. Leaning against the wall next to him are a set of canvas wings and a large hand-cannon that's usually seen slung over his shoulder. The bird has brown feathers and a green padded jacket, with flight goggles strapped to his hat. He tilts his head as he listens to the conversation of the two R/D agents, but otherwise focuses on the work in front of him. "Either he's asking us all out for an ale or we're about to be sent into some new hellhole to retrieve something big, Vick. Regardless, it's odd that Stronghold would be late for something this urgent. So prep your asses."
Heli hadn't worked with any of these folks before. This was certainly odd, but not unwelcome. Her pale blue skin and cyan pixie hair gave her quite a cold look, although that could be accredited to her deep blue eyes. She was in her winter form, the one she usually preferred. Heli wore mithril plate mail, an inky black cloak was draped across her shoulders, it gave her a slightly shifty look. No like suspicious, literally shifty. Like she was standing a step away from her real position at the same time. A mantle fashioned into a scarf was around her neck as well, crimson in colour and with a gold trim. She sat quietly in a chair, just watching the others over and listening to all of the conversations at the same time.
Carcan is a male elf with shorter, shaggy blonde hair. He wears leather armor under a duster coat and is standing off to the side with a large mechanical dog sitting at his feet next to him. Those of you that know him likely haven't seen much of him in the last few months and immediately notice his new metal dog companion. He's just taking in his surroundings while leaning against a wall with a hand resting on the hilt of his sword, patiently waiting for Mr. Stronghold to arrive.
You hear the sound of boots on stone grow closer as the doors get pushed open, revealing the disheveled form of the usually-pristine director of METAL. His greying hair, usually pulled into a ponytail, lays shoulder-length and unkempt, his beard half-groomed and big bags under his usually bright blue eyes. His axe and shield are strapped over his broad shoulders, though you can see at least three straps that are loose in his armor. He keeps his head down as he walks, slouched, in stark contrast from his usual perfect posture and stride, and mutters under his breath something that you can’t hear. He walks right past you and into his office, using his access rune and seemingly not realizing that you were there. After a short pause he pokes his head back through the door and looks at you all for a minute before asking;
(Is he bloodied or wounded at all? What time is it? Does it look more like he just got out of bed or more like he was roughed up in a battle?)
Kai hops off his perch, tapping his turret once. The construct folds up into a neat package that the aarakocra stows on his belt with the rest of his tools. "Orders from you, wasn't it? Return to headquarters and report to the director's office at once. Here we are." he gestures with one hand to the rest of the assembled agents. "Are you alright, Director?"
Heli stands up, intrigued by the display of the director of METAL. She walks in and chooses to stay on her feet this time, "Tough morning? You doing okay boss?"she asks without any sarcasm or irony in her voice, echoing Kai's sentiment.
Victorin nonchalantly slides the dagger back into his vest, where it fits into place next several of it’s partners, and follows the team into Jacob’s office. He takes a moment to look around. While he had been called to the carpet in Shin's office more times than he cares to remember, this is the first time he had been in the big man’s office. Must be plenty of interesting trinkets about.
“Hmm, That's two more than I know. Right, so who is Luke, exactly? And what makes you think he was kidnapped?”Victorin asks innocently, hoping there was a little more to this story.
“My nephew Luke! I took him to his room last week and when I went to check on him that morning, he was gone. He didn’t take any clothes, he didn’t leave a note, and he didn’t make his bed!” He says the last bit as though that were proof enough that there were sinister forces at work.
(actually, no. Not many trinkets. Just a desk, the big chair, a couple filing cabinets, a couple bookcases, and a simple portrait of himself and four other adventurers in their prime. And of course additional seats for each of you.)
Not the bed! Heli thinks to herself and makes an effort to supress a smile, "That Luke? And we are here to help you find him? I'm not a nephewhunter, but I don't have anything particularly interesting going for me right now, I'll help," Heli says, as if she could refuse. She probably could, but that wouldn't be very nice of her, and Heli tried to be nice when she could. Might as well try at every opportunity, even if they are rare.
Kai exhales a breath, taking it all in. He gets down to business. "Right. Any windows broken? Damage to the room, forced entry?" The aarakocra flips open a battered notebook, the leather cover stained with a splotch of oil and scorch marks. His pen scratches across the page. "I'll assume you've put some other people in the organization on the case as well, found nothing since a week ago, when you noticed he was missing. Which is why you called us. We'll need to know what he looks like, what he acts like."
A beat passes. Kai clicks his beak and points the pen at the director, seemingly having an 'aha' moment. "Your nephew, then. Commander Shin is the father? Have you been able to contact him since he disappeared?"
“I mean… it was kind of an order, but thank you. The best place to start would be to the East, where the- … let’s just say the best place to start is to the east,” He says, sitting down in his chair.
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Farewell.
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You are all decorated agents of M.E.T.A.L. and have been called into the office of Jacob Stronghold on urgent business. You are currently waiting together in a small plain room that smells faintly of lavender and that liquid the janitor uses to mop the floors. The tile floors squeak as you sit and wait for Stronghold, who appears to be running late.
(Italics are sarcasm [That line was the autoprompt function on my phone but I like it so I’m sticking with it. Italics are now sarcasm.] This is a chance to sort of role play a but while you wait for Stronghold)
Farewell.
((any of you in R&D feel free to be the person Agar is talking with))
Agar was talking to another fellow from R&D. "So I ask him, 'Master, why are these components necessary? Why the gestures, the words, the materials...? And why is it that some spells only work on one target and some on several? And he says - I kid you not - 'Don't ask stupid questions, that's how it works and that's that.' Well, that's when I knew I had to study on my own and instead of evocation or transmutation or the like, my focus would be the rules of magic itself. Turns out, that's actually not always the case. With some effort we can bend the rules. Make a spell have two targets instead of one, or cast it without most components. Sure it takes some effort but with study and practice I expect that extra cost will go down. The possibilities are staggering... I was just in the field, checking up on a lead I found of another mage in the past doing something similar. It turned out to be a false lead though. What about you, what are you working on?"
Victorin leaned against the wall in the waiting room while he, well, waited for the boss. He twirled a dagger absentmindedly in his hand and looked over the group gathered in the room with him. Two wizard types from R&D appeared to by chatting it up about something. Those in the group that took the time to look would see a tall, thin half-elf with shoulder length blonde hair. He wore woolen pants, well-worn boots, and a simple shirt covered by a sharp looking leather vest. Piercing blue eyes made contact with the others, some he knew by name, others he knew only by reputation. This was quite the crew. METAL wasn’t that big of an organization, and word of each other's exploits got around. “So, what did you all do to get sent to the principal’s office? Rare for so many of us to get a call to see the big man at once.”
Quinn gives Agar a half smile amusedly "Interesting. I have to say, I know little about conventional magic, so most of this is probably going over my head. Currently I am doing very little, this is the first job I have done in a while. Seems that most in our department don't want to work with me. Don't get me wrong however, that suits me fine."
Quinn walks casually, as if he has not a care in the world, but the look in his eyes is guarded. He is of medium height, and a single stripe of violet runs through his jet black hair. He wears black fighting leathers and gear designed for mobility. Strapped to his back is a long katana, which is the only part of his attire that attracts the eye.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Kai sits on top of his turret, crouched down with a strange backpack on his lap and a blowtorch in one hand. A spark or two flies across the room, but the aarakocra's good enough not to catch anything on fire. Leaning against the wall next to him are a set of canvas wings and a large hand-cannon that's usually seen slung over his shoulder. The bird has brown feathers and a green padded jacket, with flight goggles strapped to his hat. He tilts his head as he listens to the conversation of the two R/D agents, but otherwise focuses on the work in front of him. "Either he's asking us all out for an ale or we're about to be sent into some new hellhole to retrieve something big, Vick. Regardless, it's odd that Stronghold would be late for something this urgent. So prep your asses."
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Heli hadn't worked with any of these folks before. This was certainly odd, but not unwelcome. Her pale blue skin and cyan pixie hair gave her quite a cold look, although that could be accredited to her deep blue eyes. She was in her winter form, the one she usually preferred. Heli wore mithril plate mail, an inky black cloak was draped across her shoulders, it gave her a slightly shifty look. No like suspicious, literally shifty. Like she was standing a step away from her real position at the same time. A mantle fashioned into a scarf was around her neck as well, crimson in colour and with a gold trim. She sat quietly in a chair, just watching the others over and listening to all of the conversations at the same time.
Carcan is a male elf with shorter, shaggy blonde hair. He wears leather armor under a duster coat and is standing off to the side with a large mechanical dog sitting at his feet next to him. Those of you that know him likely haven't seen much of him in the last few months and immediately notice his new metal dog companion. He's just taking in his surroundings while leaning against a wall with a hand resting on the hilt of his sword, patiently waiting for Mr. Stronghold to arrive.
You hear the sound of boots on stone grow closer as the doors get pushed open, revealing the disheveled form of the usually-pristine director of METAL. His greying hair, usually pulled into a ponytail, lays shoulder-length and unkempt, his beard half-groomed and big bags under his usually bright blue eyes. His axe and shield are strapped over his broad shoulders, though you can see at least three straps that are loose in his armor. He keeps his head down as he walks, slouched, in stark contrast from his usual perfect posture and stride, and mutters under his breath something that you can’t hear. He walks right past you and into his office, using his access rune and seemingly not realizing that you were there. After a short pause he pokes his head back through the door and looks at you all for a minute before asking;
”What are you all doing here?”
Farewell.
(Is he bloodied or wounded at all? What time is it? Does it look more like he just got out of bed or more like he was roughed up in a battle?)
Kai hops off his perch, tapping his turret once. The construct folds up into a neat package that the aarakocra stows on his belt with the rest of his tools. "Orders from you, wasn't it? Return to headquarters and report to the director's office at once. Here we are." he gestures with one hand to the rest of the assembled agents. "Are you alright, Director?"
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(It’s about 2:00 in the afternoon and no, he doesn’t look like he was wounded or fought anyone. He just looks worried and exhausted)
He squints his eyes for a second and then relaxes and slaps his forehead;
”Right, yes. You lot. Ok, well, come on in. We have a bit to talk about,”
He then gestures towards his office and motions for you all to come in.
Farewell.
Heli stands up, intrigued by the display of the director of METAL. She walks in and chooses to stay on her feet this time, "Tough morning? You doing okay boss?" she asks without any sarcasm or irony in her voice, echoing Kai's sentiment.
Jacob scratches his head as he paces around his office, and says;
”Erm, yes. I mean no, I mean, close the door. We have somethings to talk about,”
Farewell.
"...right. You got it, boss." Kai shuts the door behind everyone as they walk in, leaning on it.
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“Luke has been kidnapped,”
Jacob says, exasperated. He spreads his arms in a pleading gesture.
Farewell.
Quinn raises an eyebrow "Which Luke? There are two in the Information Services department alone."
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Victorin nonchalantly slides the dagger back into his vest, where it fits into place next several of it’s partners, and follows the team into Jacob’s office. He takes a moment to look around. While he had been called to the carpet in Shin's office more times than he cares to remember, this is the first time he had been in the big man’s office. Must be plenty of interesting trinkets about.
“Hmm, That's two more than I know. Right, so who is Luke, exactly? And what makes you think he was kidnapped?” Victorin asks innocently, hoping there was a little more to this story.
“My nephew Luke! I took him to his room last week and when I went to check on him that morning, he was gone. He didn’t take any clothes, he didn’t leave a note, and he didn’t make his bed!” He says the last bit as though that were proof enough that there were sinister forces at work.
(actually, no. Not many trinkets. Just a desk, the big chair, a couple filing cabinets, a couple bookcases, and a simple portrait of himself and four other adventurers in their prime. And of course additional seats for each of you.)
Farewell.
Not the bed! Heli thinks to herself and makes an effort to supress a smile, "That Luke? And we are here to help you find him? I'm not a nephewhunter, but I don't have anything particularly interesting going for me right now, I'll help," Heli says, as if she could refuse. She probably could, but that wouldn't be very nice of her, and Heli tried to be nice when she could. Might as well try at every opportunity, even if they are rare.
Kai exhales a breath, taking it all in. He gets down to business. "Right. Any windows broken? Damage to the room, forced entry?" The aarakocra flips open a battered notebook, the leather cover stained with a splotch of oil and scorch marks. His pen scratches across the page. "I'll assume you've put some other people in the organization on the case as well, found nothing since a week ago, when you noticed he was missing. Which is why you called us. We'll need to know what he looks like, what he acts like."
A beat passes. Kai clicks his beak and points the pen at the director, seemingly having an 'aha' moment. "Your nephew, then. Commander Shin is the father? Have you been able to contact him since he disappeared?"
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
“I mean… it was kind of an order, but thank you. The best place to start would be to the East, where the- … let’s just say the best place to start is to the east,” He says, sitting down in his chair.
Farewell.