Alan notices this. "I dont remember much about the attack itself. My memories are splotchy. But i remember...i think they mentioned they had a teleporter..."
"You were actually pretty impressive out there. Unfortunate. I was debating having you killed before I saw you in the cafe, but I'm glad you're not in with that bad crowd anymore. Now I don't have to calculate how many lives it's worth to take you out. My wallet thanks your good decision making."
"I wasn't part of that group. I went of my own free will." he says with a snarl. "The only reason the plant blew up is because my madness took hold. They were conspiring with the guards there, that much i remember."
"Hmm... that's uncomfortable. Thank you for telling us. I'll have to increase security in my company if I'm going to join you all."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Alan notices this. "I dont remember much about the attack itself. My memories are splotchy. But i remember...i think they mentioned they had a teleporter..."
"You were actually pretty impressive out there. Unfortunate. I was debating having you killed before I saw you in the cafe, but I'm glad you're not in with that bad crowd anymore. Now I don't have to calculate how many lives it's worth to take you out. My wallet thanks your good decision making."
"I wasn't part of that group. I went of my own free will." he says with a snarl. "The only reason the plant blew up is because my madness took hold. They were conspiring with the guards there, that much i remember."
"Hmm... that's uncomfortable. Thank you for telling us. I'll have to increase security in my company if I'm going to join you all."
"Its only when i use my powers. I lose control of myself. Thats why i try not to use them often."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sam is pretty surprised to hear all this, but lets the two keep talking. This could all prove valuable information to the cause!
['Conspiring' is a strong word. Effectively the guards had the choice to keep fighting, though illegally since it's against their regulation, and maybe take out a few more but then probably die, or call for a ceasefire and then contact emergency services when guard numbers got below half as regulation asked for.
However Arnold realised they had a common philosophy and chose the third option: Both. Follow regulation and then break the law!]
Sam is pretty surprised to hear all this, but lets the two keep talking. This could all prove valuable information to the cause!
['Conspiring' is a strong word. Effectively the guards had the choice to keep fighting, though illegally since it's against their regulation, and maybe take out a few more but then probably die, or call for a ceasefire and then contact emergency services when guard numbers got below half as regulation asked for.
However Arnold realised they had a common philosophy and chose the third option: Both. Follow regulation and then break the law!]
Alan looks over at Sam. "Any input young man?"
*Well also keep in mind he was going mad, so he could've been misinterpreting things*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sam is pretty surprised to hear all this, but lets the two keep talking. This could all prove valuable information to the cause!
['Conspiring' is a strong word. Effectively the guards had the choice to keep fighting, though illegally since it's against their regulation, and maybe take out a few more but then probably die, or call for a ceasefire and then contact emergency services when guard numbers got below half as regulation asked for.
However Arnold realised they had a common philosophy and chose the third option: Both. Follow regulation and then break the law!]
Vivian is also somewhat surprised by the conversation happening between the three. She also doesn't interfere, though, quietly taking notes.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Sam is pretty surprised to hear all this, but lets the two keep talking. This could all prove valuable information to the cause!
['Conspiring' is a strong word. Effectively the guards had the choice to keep fighting, though illegally since it's against their regulation, and maybe take out a few more but then probably die, or call for a ceasefire and then contact emergency services when guard numbers got below half as regulation asked for.
However Arnold realised they had a common philosophy and chose the third option: Both. Follow regulation and then break the law!]
Alan looks over at Sam. "Any input young man?"
*Well also keep in mind he was going mad, so he could've been misinterpreting things*
He manages to spit out 'Uh...no, but it's good we've got some insider information. Interesting to hear the guards were part of the plot to. I imagine they could have been paid off easily.'
Alan notices this. "I dont remember much about the attack itself. My memories are splotchy. But i remember...i think they mentioned they had a teleporter..."
"You were actually pretty impressive out there. Unfortunate. I was debating having you killed before I saw you in the cafe, but I'm glad you're not in with that bad crowd anymore. Now I don't have to calculate how many lives it's worth to take you out. My wallet thanks your good decision making."
"I wasn't part of that group. I went of my own free will." he says with a snarl. "The only reason the plant blew up is because my madness took hold. They were conspiring with the guards there, that much i remember."
"Hmm... that's uncomfortable. Thank you for telling us. I'll have to increase security in my company if I'm going to join you all."
"Its only when i use my powers. I lose control of myself. Thats why i try not to use them often."
"I see. I'm more worried about the guards. If the Lemonseeds have fingers in the power plant, I need to make sure that my corporation isn't the same. Getting poisoned by an intern isn't how I want to die."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sam is pretty surprised to hear all this, but lets the two keep talking. This could all prove valuable information to the cause!
['Conspiring' is a strong word. Effectively the guards had the choice to keep fighting, though illegally since it's against their regulation, and maybe take out a few more but then probably die, or call for a ceasefire and then contact emergency services when guard numbers got below half as regulation asked for.
However Arnold realised they had a common philosophy and chose the third option: Both. Follow regulation and then break the law!]
Alan looks over at Sam. "Any input young man?"
*Well also keep in mind he was going mad, so he could've been misinterpreting things*
He manages to spit out 'Uh...no, but it's good we've got some insider information. Interesting to hear the guards were part of the plot to. I imagine they could have been paid off easily.'
He nods. "shoulda burned them to a crisp."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Alan notices this. "I dont remember much about the attack itself. My memories are splotchy. But i remember...i think they mentioned they had a teleporter..."
"You were actually pretty impressive out there. Unfortunate. I was debating having you killed before I saw you in the cafe, but I'm glad you're not in with that bad crowd anymore. Now I don't have to calculate how many lives it's worth to take you out. My wallet thanks your good decision making."
"I wasn't part of that group. I went of my own free will." he says with a snarl. "The only reason the plant blew up is because my madness took hold. They were conspiring with the guards there, that much i remember."
"Hmm... that's uncomfortable. Thank you for telling us. I'll have to increase security in my company if I'm going to join you all."
"Its only when i use my powers. I lose control of myself. Thats why i try not to use them often."
"I see. I'm more worried about the guards. If the Lemonseeds have fingers in the power plant, I need to make sure that my corporation isn't the same. Getting poisoned by an intern isn't how I want to die."
"fair enough." he says.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sam is pretty surprised to hear all this, but lets the two keep talking. This could all prove valuable information to the cause!
['Conspiring' is a strong word. Effectively the guards had the choice to keep fighting, though illegally since it's against their regulation, and maybe take out a few more but then probably die, or call for a ceasefire and then contact emergency services when guard numbers got below half as regulation asked for.
However Arnold realised they had a common philosophy and chose the third option: Both. Follow regulation and then break the law!]
Alan looks over at Sam. "Any input young man?"
*Well also keep in mind he was going mad, so he could've been misinterpreting things*
He manages to spit out 'Uh...no, but it's good we've got some insider information. Interesting to hear the guards were part of the plot to. I imagine they could have been paid off easily.'
"Which is why I need to set aside some money for better bribes. Any loyalty that can be bought isn't loyalty at all."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
You think over the map in your mind and remember that there's a pretty small corner store only like 5 minutes from this building that definitely has a frozen aisle with a generator you can steal from. However, the lady from earlier soon returns, now with a partner. She seats herself in the large armchair across from the sofa, and says 'Sorry to keep you waiting, I was just fetching my brother, since I hate to greet visitors without him.' The man is an impervious looking figure, incredibly tall and with streaked black and white hair, along with a thin moustache and a casual grey suit. He puts out a hand and says 'I understand you're here to talk to us about a private generator? It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Lazarus. Lazarus Lemonseed.'
[AAAH I'm so excited we've finally got to the bit of lore I was so hyped for and it's all coming together so perfectly!!!]
Charles smiles at him, "I'm Charles. It's nice to meet you. Roland made a deal with one of my companies earlier that we could link him up to a private generator in the case of a reactor meltdown at the local plant. Although this was technically a terrorist attack, we figured the deal still applies. I'm here to talk to him about some of the details like wattages and pricing per hour, and then I'll head out, link you guys up to the generator, and you'll be all set until the power comes back on. Anyway, where is Roland? Is this not his place?" Charles asks, his brow wrinkling.
Lazarus clicks a pen on and off that he had in his other hand and says 'No, this isn't his place. We're his employers, and it's his job to hire us new recruits. This is one of our apartments that we use for business and we told him to give any recruits he did find this address. Other than that there is no reason to be coming to this house. No deliveries are ever sent here, and there is no reason for anybody to ever visit other than for that specific business considering this specific apartment is nobody's permanent resident. We don't get any cold callers or mess ups either. We own every room in this whole building and we're in a very specific, remote part of town, so if you think you got the room incorrect, you are almost 100% likely to be lying.' His eyes narrow at that last past and he says 'My sister and I take lying very seriously. It is the most difficult part of our job, yet together we aim to overcome deceit. So, can you please tell me, have you been sent by Roland as a recruit?'
Lazarus clicks a pen on and off that he had in his other hand and says 'No, this isn't his place. We're his employers, and it's his job to hire us new recruits. This is one of our apartments that we use for business and we told him to give any recruits he did find this address. Other than that there is no reason to be coming to this house. No deliveries are ever sent here, and there is no reason for anybody to ever visit other than for that specific business considering this specific apartment is nobody's permanent resident. We don't get any cold callers or mess ups either. We own every room in this whole building and we're in a very specific, remote part of town, so if you think you got the room incorrect, you are almost 100% likely to be lying.' His eyes narrow at that last past and he says 'My sister and I take lying very seriously. It is the most difficult part of our job, yet together we aim to overcome deceit. So, can you please tell me, have you been sent by Roland as a recruit?'
Charles registers the influx of information without so much as a blink of surprise. "Yes, I'm a recruit. You must understand the need for secrecy, considering what you hired us to do. If you guys are willing to pay 10 grand to at least 5 people, and authorize an underling to raise that price, then you must be wealthy. Since you're wealthy, I assume you've seen the footage of the attack, since we forgot to shut down their cameras. I'm the one with the robot," He says, reaching into his backpack and pulling it out. "If, though its unlikely, you haven't seen the footage yet, I'll have it for you in a matter of minutes." He frowns, thinking, "Or perhaps an hour." Now that these two have established that they are, in fact, Roland's employers, he will be talking to them. "Roland agreed to 25 grand for me. I'm not sure he had your permission for that, though. Unless you are also under someone else's employ?"
Lazarus smiles brightly and says 'It's so good to see you catch on so quickly, but there's no need to lie here, my boy, we control everything in this building, there's no outside surveillance to be found! Besides, we find lying carelessly boring, there is really no point. It will do you well to keep that in mind, lest we catch you doing it again!' He chuckles and heads to a minibar, pulling out all sorts of assorted drinks, saying 'Care for a cocktail? Sherry? Or would you rather just a simple coffee?' As he takes your drink order, he continues with saying 'We wish you a warm welcome into our establishment, and you can believe me when I say that we are the very top of this organisation. There is nobody higher than us, and we gave Roland the power to increase the bargaining prices higher if need be. Seeing your performance over CCTV and in the flesh has led me to believe it is money well spent.' With little thought, he comes over with the drink and a briefcase, saying 'Your promised cut of the deal. I can assure you it is all in order. Can we be expecting your other collegues?'
Something strange that Lazarus notices about Charles is that as soon as he realized the two of them were in on this, he stopped smiling, frowning, or showing any kind of emotion. He says, matter of factly, "Thanks for the cut, it will be quite helpful." Now, down to business. He taps his head with his forefinger. "This is my power. My birth mutation caused an unexpected growth in mental control and growth, at the sacrifice of the amygdala. But enough about that. In future missions, I will probably take a much more rear line approach, a sort of strategist. Someone who will think of things like shutting down security cams. As for my other colleagues, I have no idea."
Tam might be able to rp if he's on. But he's on the other team so idk.
*Well I assumed they also made it back to the city and could just timesplit.*
*sure where are your characters as of right now?*
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"Hmm... that's uncomfortable. Thank you for telling us. I'll have to increase security in my company if I'm going to join you all."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Its only when i use my powers. I lose control of myself. Thats why i try not to use them often."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sam is pretty surprised to hear all this, but lets the two keep talking. This could all prove valuable information to the cause!
['Conspiring' is a strong word. Effectively the guards had the choice to keep fighting, though illegally since it's against their regulation, and maybe take out a few more but then probably die, or call for a ceasefire and then contact emergency services when guard numbers got below half as regulation asked for.
However Arnold realised they had a common philosophy and chose the third option: Both. Follow regulation and then break the law!]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
Alan looks over at Sam. "Any input young man?"
*Well also keep in mind he was going mad, so he could've been misinterpreting things*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Vivian is also somewhat surprised by the conversation happening between the three. She also doesn't interfere, though, quietly taking notes.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He manages to spit out 'Uh...no, but it's good we've got some insider information. Interesting to hear the guards were part of the plot to. I imagine they could have been paid off easily.'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
"I see. I'm more worried about the guards. If the Lemonseeds have fingers in the power plant, I need to make sure that my corporation isn't the same. Getting poisoned by an intern isn't how I want to die."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods. "shoulda burned them to a crisp."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"fair enough." he says.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Which is why I need to set aside some money for better bribes. Any loyalty that can be bought isn't loyalty at all."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Charles smiles at him, "I'm Charles. It's nice to meet you. Roland made a deal with one of my companies earlier that we could link him up to a private generator in the case of a reactor meltdown at the local plant. Although this was technically a terrorist attack, we figured the deal still applies. I'm here to talk to him about some of the details like wattages and pricing per hour, and then I'll head out, link you guys up to the generator, and you'll be all set until the power comes back on. Anyway, where is Roland? Is this not his place?" Charles asks, his brow wrinkling.
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Lazarus clicks a pen on and off that he had in his other hand and says 'No, this isn't his place. We're his employers, and it's his job to hire us new recruits. This is one of our apartments that we use for business and we told him to give any recruits he did find this address. Other than that there is no reason to be coming to this house. No deliveries are ever sent here, and there is no reason for anybody to ever visit other than for that specific business considering this specific apartment is nobody's permanent resident. We don't get any cold callers or mess ups either. We own every room in this whole building and we're in a very specific, remote part of town, so if you think you got the room incorrect, you are almost 100% likely to be lying.' His eyes narrow at that last past and he says 'My sister and I take lying very seriously. It is the most difficult part of our job, yet together we aim to overcome deceit. So, can you please tell me, have you been sent by Roland as a recruit?'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
Charles registers the influx of information without so much as a blink of surprise. "Yes, I'm a recruit. You must understand the need for secrecy, considering what you hired us to do. If you guys are willing to pay 10 grand to at least 5 people, and authorize an underling to raise that price, then you must be wealthy. Since you're wealthy, I assume you've seen the footage of the attack, since we forgot to shut down their cameras. I'm the one with the robot," He says, reaching into his backpack and pulling it out. "If, though its unlikely, you haven't seen the footage yet, I'll have it for you in a matter of minutes." He frowns, thinking, "Or perhaps an hour." Now that these two have established that they are, in fact, Roland's employers, he will be talking to them. "Roland agreed to 25 grand for me. I'm not sure he had your permission for that, though. Unless you are also under someone else's employ?"
[A paper drops out of a flash of light and drifts to the ground at your feet] -(extended sig)-
Lazarus smiles brightly and says 'It's so good to see you catch on so quickly, but there's no need to lie here, my boy, we control everything in this building, there's no outside surveillance to be found! Besides, we find lying carelessly boring, there is really no point. It will do you well to keep that in mind, lest we catch you doing it again!' He chuckles and heads to a minibar, pulling out all sorts of assorted drinks, saying 'Care for a cocktail? Sherry? Or would you rather just a simple coffee?' As he takes your drink order, he continues with saying 'We wish you a warm welcome into our establishment, and you can believe me when I say that we are the very top of this organisation. There is nobody higher than us, and we gave Roland the power to increase the bargaining prices higher if need be. Seeing your performance over CCTV and in the flesh has led me to believe it is money well spent.' With little thought, he comes over with the drink and a briefcase, saying 'Your promised cut of the deal. I can assure you it is all in order. Can we be expecting your other collegues?'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
Something strange that Lazarus notices about Charles is that as soon as he realized the two of them were in on this, he stopped smiling, frowning, or showing any kind of emotion. He says, matter of factly, "Thanks for the cut, it will be quite helpful." Now, down to business. He taps his head with his forefinger. "This is my power. My birth mutation caused an unexpected growth in mental control and growth, at the sacrifice of the amygdala. But enough about that. In future missions, I will probably take a much more rear line approach, a sort of strategist. Someone who will think of things like shutting down security cams. As for my other colleagues, I have no idea."
[A paper drops out of a flash of light and drifts to the ground at your feet] -(extended sig)-
*Anybody want to rp? Or are all y’all’s characters busy?*
Tam might be able to rp if he's on. But he's on the other team so idk.
[A paper drops out of a flash of light and drifts to the ground at your feet] -(extended sig)-
*Well I assumed they also made it back to the city and could just timesplit.*
*sure where are your characters as of right now?*
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
#BRINGBACKNATIONALDEX
*Hospital for Henri, Car shot for Athen.*