“Hi there, I’m one of the ‘and friends,’ name’s Toots. And you are?”

"Who I am is not as important as who you are," even though he is wearing a mask, you get the feeling he is smiling. "You were given a task, yes? You were successful, yes? The items are in your possession? I see one over there, " he waves idly to Elyona, and continues calmly.

"Your employers were wondering why you are overdue and thought perhaps you wanted to say.... take ownership of things that do not belong to you?"

"...are you for real?" Ilyara says, a light snarl twisting over her muzzle.  "'Our employers' sent me an' my team months ago t' find these same karkin' thingumies; we get ambushed an' everybody but me ends up prolly dead, I get captured an' tortured for those months, and what does the Council send?  ****-all!  They only sent this team t' pick up where we left off after writin' us off!  But we hold onto these tools for a few days tryin' t' get more accomplished in this shittin' hellrock, an' somehow they not only know but send a yoogyman t' come an' shake us down?!"

"**** that!" the furling growled, stomping forward a step in her welter of shifting illusory duplicates, her grip on Rilia creakingly tight.  "Where were you when I was locked up in a Wintersday ornament for months?!  Where were you when my team got picked apart around me?!  Where was all this overflowin' concern when it was people that were lost instead of artifacts?!  Th' Council will get their ruttin' toys back when we're done here, our mission ain't over yet!  Now unless ye're willing t' stop being a creepy mystery assassin an' help us not die in this curst rockpile, sod off an' let us get back t' work!"

“Yeah, what she said!”

OOC: this dude's from the Elves, not Cliffside right?  I'll interlocutor agnostic this IC just in case

"Greenspeecher, I beseech, I beseech. If you know of me more than my associates, then you must know the way of the show, and I ask you to pardon our kayfabe.  To stick with the green speech of show I recognize here we have a federation of talent who have contracts with two promotion tours.  Indeed part of our booking with both promotions does call for property purportedly belonging to one tour or the other.  However, to my discernment, while I understand there are claims, I am not too clear on provenance.  I kindly request arbitration, perhaps of a higher power to sort out the truth from what various signatories may be claiming to be TOTALLY REAL.  I suggest an oracle of Rodan as the accounts both immediate and lore of this show are undeniably high flying."

“Yeah. What he said!” *Murmurs* “What did you just say?”

Looking at Ilyara, "The council was of the opinion that three teams of Waywatchers would surely be enough to make recovery possible. As evidenced, they were correct. I was sent as insurance for your team. That ambush you suffered was unfortunate," the man shivers. "What they did to that man in his armor was ghastly, ew."

BS DETECTION CHECK

16 Insight

OOC: Good girl!  About goddamned time you pull through for me, fox!

You don't detect any obvious untruths except maybe the insurance for your team bit.

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OOC: this dude's from the Elves, not Cliffside right?  I'll interlocutor agnostic this IC just in case

"Greenspeecher, I beseech, I beseech. If you know of me more than my associates, then you must know the way of the show, and I ask you to pardon our kayfabe.  To stick with the green speech of show I recognize here we have a federation of talent who have contracts with two promotion tours.  Indeed part of our booking with both promotions does call for property purportedly belonging to one tour or the other.  However, to my discernment, while I understand there are claims, I am not too clear on provenance.  I kindly request arbitration, perhaps of a higher power to sort out the truth from what various signatories may be claiming to be TOTALLY REAL.  I suggest an oracle of Rodan as the accounts both immediate and lore of this show are undeniably high flying."

  "Completely unnecessary. You hand over the goods,  we go our separate ways, everybody is happy."

OOC: By what he is saying you think he's from Cliffside.

“**** you ****ball. Come an’ take ‘em from us. Either that or go back to town an’ tell ‘em we’ll return ‘em when we’re finally done with this gods forsaken stinkin’ mountain.”

OOC: Unless you want that👆to stand, youse all might want to chime in here.

"Lemme ask ye, yoogyman.  D'you care if this team lives or dies?  Ye're demandin' we strip ourselves of some of th' strongest tools we have before we're done exfiltratin' relics from this horrid mountain.  We've already nearly lost people multiple times, with th' tools.  Obviously that don't bother you none considerin' what you let happen t' my team, but then again neither does this mountain."

"Make ye a deal," Ilyara said, her spell likely having faded by this point as she takes a step forward.  "Take one - th' magic-eating scarab.  That'll show ye we've no intention of clingin' unduly t' these things.  Then?  Follow us around from th' shadows.  Clearly you're badass enough that ye're in no danger here.  If we die, y'know exactly where the relics are and can loot 'em off our corpses.  If we don't?  The Council'll get the rest of their relics when we're done helping out our allies with their requests too, given the substantial material aid those allies gave us in our quest t' find the Council's karkin' stuff.  We owe those folks, and we're not 'bout to welsh on that debt if we can help it.  That should reasure ye, shouldn't it?  That we're not the sort to welsh out on a debt?"

"No need t' get ugly.  We're not stealin' nothin'.  Never have been.  Take th' one as a sign of good faith, an' let us finish our missions with the others?  Deal?  Let's shake on it," Ilyara said, offering a wan, tense, yet still hopeful smile as she takes one more step forward and offers her left hand to shake.

"I think, Devo, you're being made the heel here vs four faces.  And we even got the kit to make this literally a ladder match.  If you want us to rough things up a bit so when Mean Gene ringside chatters you back in Cliffside, that can be arranged.  But there's also no harm or foul in letting these fair findings be kept to our persons while we literally get to the reactor core, I mean bottom of this mountain.  Oh, apologies for the Columbo, but, yeah you know me, so one more thing," Tommary looks over his shoulder and down to the spider guide, and asks the guide while gesturing at Devo, "Is this what you were afraid of?"

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 Tommary looks over his shoulder and down to the spider guide, and asks the guide while gesturing at Devo, "Is this what you were afraid of?"

 The spider bobs a yes.

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"No need t' get ugly.  We're not stealin' nothin'.  Never have been.  Take th' one as a sign of good faith, an' let us finish our missions with the others?  Deal?  Let's shake on it," Ilyara said, offering a wan, tense, yet still hopeful smile as she takes one more step forward and offers her left hand to shake.

 A confident smirk appears on his face, "Alright, give me the scarab, and we have a deal."

He reaches out a limp-wristed hand to shake. His eyes go wide as pustules appear over the desiccated flesh of his fingers. He withdraws his hand with a hiss and jabs at you with the pointed end of his chain.

Ilyara roll 1d6 necrotic damage!

ROOLL INITIATIVE!

Ninja Initiative 23

OOC: Man I was hoping it'd do so much more damage than that.  Blew our shot on: 3 necrotic damage.

IC:

Ilyara's smile turns feral and almost vicious as her curse takes hold and scourges the yoogyman's flesh.  "That was for Giorno," she growled.  "I'll give you one for Johnny and Joseph too, before I take my turn."

INIT: 24

OOC: Gahhhhhd...damnit fox.

Hey - almost beet the Yoogyman's initiative tho!

Wooo!

Tommary Iniziative: 23