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quote:SHENLONG BOOKS OPERATIONS POLICY quote:Agent TRIFORCE 13 (File 2619/404-Z) Friday February 10 2119, 6:15PM CST Location: Shenlong Books, Shanghai Aspects: Completely Ordinary Contemporary Library; Business In Front, Agency In The Back The sun is setting when you assemble in Shenlong Books. Night shifts are common these days - nobody has the decency to commit their magical crimes during the day any more - but at least you get your own digs. In the back of this contemporary library, tucked away in a staff-only corridor, is an elevator, and behind a secret panel there is the button that will take you to your cutting-edge sub-basement base. Once you're there, if you're lucky, you'll get to look at pictures of dead bodies. If not, someone's committing worse crimes. You don't actually have to be there until 6:30, so maybe now's the time to get a coffee, meet with the others and prepare yourselves. . . . Sup guys! Please post your character sheets here for quick reference later. Just the stats, I can read the OOC thread for the fluff. Rolls can be done in #redhandofdoom if you have witnesses OR by rolling Fudge dice in Orokos if you don't want to IRC it up (use the campaign name Privilege Threshold). It's up to you exactly why you're here! Introduce yourselves, etc. NyarlathoTech OOC thread: Here! Ettin fucked around with this message at 15:27 on Apr 22, 2013 |
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Zhang San FP: 3 Zhang San makes tea. That's about the only thing he's happy about being back in Shanghai for- good green tea is so much easier to obtain. He sips it while he contemplates, for the 5th time that day, finding out who assigned him back here and shooting them in the kneecaps repeatedly. He's the first one there, as always- habits die hard, and assassins who show up late to the party end up in the morgue. He sets up his cup at a table facing the door and reads the latest news on his AR goggles, looking, as usual, like the world's biggest nerd. quote:Zhang San (Formerly Yu Zhong)
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# ? Apr 22, 2013 15:24 |
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Santiago - FP: 1 Santiago entered the room not too long after, unceremoniously dumping the things he'd been carrying in his arms before falling into one of the chairs and making himself comfortable. "Jeeze, sometimes I wish I had an extra pair of hands, I've got too much stuff to carry." He said, once again lamenting the lack of pockets in the power armor piloting suit as he straightened up a laptop, pressed a button to reactivate his wrist mounted computer, took a sip of his cocoa cup, and flipped the trashy novel he'd been reading back open. He'd been steadily reading his way through the bookstore's contents since he'd arrived. Most of it was kind of old, but it was an alright way to kill time anyway. It was one of the current job's nicest perks. "Evening Zhang," He said genially as he quickly skimmed through several of the chat channels open in the laptop, before pulling up the wrist computer's holographic keyboard to write a snappy reply for the internet argument he'd just recently become involved in. "News got anything interesting tonight or are we just sitting down to play poker for a while?" quote:/ Transient People fucked around with this message at 19:24 on Apr 22, 2013 |
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Marcus He always meant to be on time, setting out with plenty of time from his usual reigime but then he always got distracted... today it was a fine old lady who needed help with her groceries... and of course how could he not help a citizen of this fair city, that was his duty, his calling... his reason for being! "Good Evening gentlemen! How are you two on this fine evening, has the city been treating you well" he asked boisterously as he came in, walking behind Santiago and giving him a friendly slap on the back "I see you are continuing to expand your breadth of knowledge through the oldest Artform!" He headed over to brew himself some tea, his own personal supply rather than the stuff they were given, of course anyone was free to sample the glorious flavor at anytime they wished "What goes on at the world at large Mr San?" he inquired over his shoulder. quote:High Concept: A Will and Body of steel, A Gentleman beyond reproach! Stormgale fucked around with this message at 04:39 on Feb 5, 2014 |
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Zhang San "It's Mr. Zhang," San mutters distractedly, as he flips a virtual page with his eyes. "This is China. The names go the other way, for the 10th time." K Prime fucked around with this message at 21:16 on Apr 22, 2013 |
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Marcus "My Deepest Apologies Mr Zhang, the Bauhdric line prides itself on correctness in every activity! So how is the world at Large then?"
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# ? Apr 22, 2013 21:10 |
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Aidan Frost: FP 2 At this point is when Aidan stepped in. Naturally, the punk was late, and naturally he couldn't care less. Aidan didn't really drive all that often before now, and the traffic didn't help matters. Doesn't matter if the traffic was an old lady jaywalking across the street, still pissed him off. Thankfully said old lady was not harmed in any way, shape, or form, and Aidan managed to get to the library without killing anybody else. Now he was here, and now he was looking up at the two who were with him that one time in Berlin. Seeing Santiago made a vein in Aidan's forehead bulge. Seeing San just reminded him of the awkward as hell conversations with various eldritch relatives he never wants to see again. Of course there was also that one guy who he helped with that thing, but that's besides the point. Aidan decided to break out the flask a little bit earlier than usual this evening. Nothing like cheap whiskey to forcefully drown embarrassing memories. After the first round of punching his mind with alcohol, Aidan drags a chair over by a wall and sits down in it. "Frikkin' kid with the frikkin' questions, god drat eight-legged parasite, stupid jaywalking dumbasses, fuckin'..." Aidan mutters, his low voice almost making it unintelligible. AlanWhats posted:Aidan Frost, AKA Tohthus-Amum of the Million Favored Ones, the Leering Teeth Behind the Veil AlanWhats fucked around with this message at 06:47 on Jun 17, 2013 |
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Santiago - FP: 1 Seeing Aidan made a smile appear on Santiago's face. He was always a riot to talk to, and he suspected today would be no exception. "Isn't it a bit early to be hitting the moonshine?" He asked, the very image of politeness in teenaged form. "What'd happen if you were drunk to do anything but slur worrds and stumble around while in danger? I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to my workbuds."
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# ? Apr 22, 2013 22:30 |
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Aidan Frost: FP 2 Aidan gives Santiago a look at the comment about him drinking. It's hard to say what the look was, other than there was a lot of exasperation in it. "Kid," Aidan replied tiredly, "I'd no longer give a poo poo is what would happen. I'm probably gonna want that more, not less. That's if I can even manage to get that drunk." Aidan punctuated that with another tip of his flask. "Frikkin' metabolism."
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# ? Apr 22, 2013 22:49 |
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Zhang San FP:3 Zhang stretches a bit, then finally responds to the others. "Nothing new in Shanghai. Another 5 murders, 3 disappearances, and one explosion. Quiet night, really. Oh, and a family is missing from the arcology again. Probably just lost in there somewhere."
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# ? Apr 23, 2013 00:23 |
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Santiago - FP: 1 "So nothing much to worry about then." Santiago said, yawning and stretching out on his seat. "Anybody seen the docs? I don't think we can get this meeting on the road without our shrinks. It's not really like them to keep people waiting."
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# ? Apr 23, 2013 01:21 |
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Maynard FP: 5 Maynard's already been awake for eight hours by the time he walks through the front doors - first he was called in to identify prospective suspects in a disappearance, then to help interrogate an amateur magician who killed his partner in an abusive fit, and then to do some text analysis on a bomb threat sent to a police station near the Deng Xiaoping arc. Now he's here, at Shenlong Books, to look at pictures of dead people in the secret basement. More likely, though, the team's just been assigned to one of the more serious, occult problems in this godforsaken city, and instead of finishing up his day looking at pictures of dead people in an office he's going to start his night looking at actual dead people at a crime scene. He nods wearily at the group when he sees them. "Evening. You got some more of that tea?" UnCO3 posted:Agent Maynard Song of the Office of Occult Intelligence Criminal Psychology Unit UnCO3 fucked around with this message at 11:13 on Apr 23, 2013 |
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Zhang San FP:5 Zhang nods. "Of course. You know I would never only brew enough for myself." He gestures at a steaming teapot. "Fine pu'erh. I do like being able to get the stuff without having to scrounge."
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# ? Apr 23, 2013 03:29 |
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Maynard FP: 5 "I owe you one. Again." One of the good things about this team is that you can rely on people for a drink. Spirits, tea, wine, coffee; there's always some around, good quality too. He pours a cup of green tea and slumps into a chair. "Kimber must be held up somewhere. Normally she gets to places before I do."
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# ? Apr 23, 2013 03:42 |
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Santiago - FP: 1 "If it's because she's busy looking out for another little kid, we're gonna have to start sending people with her to make sure she doesn't get sidetracked. Maybe Aidan could share some of that booze with her? Might help her stay focused if she doesn't notice what kind of place we're at." Santiago mused, before downing half of his cup in one gulp and swearing under his breath. "Freakin' trolls...how hard can population vectors be to understand?"
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# ? Apr 23, 2013 03:52 |
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Aidan Frost: FP 2 At this, Aidan lets out a groan of disgust. "Ugh, tell me about it." He grimaces a bit at the idea of sharing his precious liquid amnesiac. "Do I really have to? There ain't enough booze to help as it is." He holds up his flask and gives it a little shake, the foul liquid inside sloshing around inside. "Forget about making it through the day." With a sigh, Aidan kicks his feet up onto the table, boots landing with a thud against the table.
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# ? Apr 23, 2013 04:08 |
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"Marcus "Come Mr Frost, a Gentleman enjoys a good drink once in a while but only in Moderation!" he pointed out "Perhaps you should join me in my morning Jog, a good bout of physical excercise is good for the soul and the mind" he said with a genuine smile, sitting down and enjoying his own tea having to be careful with the cup considering his glorious physique. "As for our final member I think she will be on time after all I know she takes pride in her work like we all do. Considering what we see why else would we be here?" Stormgale fucked around with this message at 00:11 on Apr 24, 2013 |
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Kimber "Kim" Embry: FP-5 Kim enter's the room holding two doughnut boxes stacked on top of each other. She is embarrassed that she is late, but hopes her offering will make up for her tardiness. "Sorry, the bakery was packed" she say's as she sets the boxes down on a table. "One has chocolate glazed,cinnamon, and powdered; the other one has jellies and bear-claws" quote:Kimber "Kim" Embry, LMHC Charlie72 fucked around with this message at 00:01 on Apr 24, 2013 |
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Aidan Frost: FP 2 Aidan looks at Marcus with a puzzled expression. "...I'm sorry have we not met before?" Aidan responds about the 'gentleman' comment. Then Marcus mentions something about pride in your work and Aidan couldn't help but be an rear end and laugh at that. "Pft HAHAHA, Haha, that's adorable. No." Then Kim finally decided to show up, and the scent of baked goods rises from the two boxes that were on the table. Aidan sniffed the air, looking over the boxes as though he were analyzing a bomb. There were some good things about being human, and these strange, fat drenched, greasy baked goods were a bit of a guilty pleasure. After opening the boxes a couple times to gaze upon the glorious contents, Aidan finally made his decision. "...dibs on a bear-claw." AlanWhats fucked around with this message at 06:00 on Apr 24, 2013 |
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When you finally assemble and make it to the elevator with your doughnuts, your assistant is waiting! Zhong Fanghua Fanghua's job is to be here a lot so you don't have to. To the public she's the Library Director. To you she's one of the OOI's mostly interchangeable administrative assistants, assigned here to handle all the boring stuff and order the interns and such around. The other employees whisper rumours that she's had nanomedical treatments to disguise her real identity, or that she's part robot. She finds none of them amusing. You are pretty sure she runs on coffee and pills. "Good evening, sirs, ma'am. If you don't mind, we've got a problem..." Friday February 10 2119, 6:31PM CST Location: [REDACTED] Aspects: Welcome To My Underground Lair; O.O.I. Offices; Beyond Cutting Edge Technology Fanghua leads you out of the elevator and down the hall into the main office. As you enter the window-screens flicker into life and a cloud of holo- and AR windows float in, just in case you weren't already overloaded with information. Your assistant dismisses the ones that aren't relevant and summons a dossier on one of the windows. You find yourselves looking at a man in his 50s with a surprisingly young face, greying hair, weary eyes and clothes so old-fashioned they should get pension. "This is Lin Tang-yu. Originally from New Guilin, registered sorcerer, consulted for a few corporations like Unity Inc... We suspected he had triad connections but he was clean every time we checked." Fanghua moves on and calls up a gallery of maps, photos and footage on the next two windows. Some of it has been skimmed from social networking sites. "At 17:57 Mr Lin fell off a Deng Xiaoping arcology rooftop to his death. He landed in the road here. A police patrol craft passed by the area and spotted a ritual circle on the tower roof here..." "Both sites were secured by 18:05. So far we've determined that a magical ritual took place but was interrupted around the time of death." Finally she calls up footage from nearby cameras and people's phones, arranged in a line based on their height. A figure in some very old-fashioned clothes who looks a lot like he's diving plummets down the line as you watch. "Also, Mr Lin was falling at approximately 20 metres per second per second." You can assume you guys have your own rooms here with pretty much anything you want that can fit in an underground base, by the way.
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# ? Apr 24, 2013 15:17 |
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Zhang San FP:5 Zhang San frowns. "Wait, 20 meters a second squared? That's more than two times as fast as he should have been. Show one of the videos on a loop- something is screwy here."
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# ? Apr 24, 2013 15:39 |
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Aidan Frost: FP 2 Absentmindedly taking bites of the bear-claw in his hand, Aidan stares at the massive amounts of footage of another human being stupid. At the mention of putting the video on loop, Aidan immediately calls a remote to his hand. Hopefully no one was looking at the strange space between the bend as the table and his palm bend to meet. Aidan then lets space snap back into its normal place, and goes about clicking the remote. At this, the screen with the highest viewpoint rewinds back to a certain point. It then begins to loop for a bit, showing the grisly death over and over again. Then another click sounds and for some reason it rewinds. Then it plays forward again, then it rewinds, then forward, back and forth and back and forth. It's like watching the world's most grimdark game of pong ever between the floor and the top of the screen. Suddenly the speakers turn on to play-god dammit Aidan. Needless to say, Aidan is grinning like an idiot.
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# ? Apr 24, 2013 15:48 |
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Mr Lin The falling footage loops! There are a few blind spots in the trip and different cameras have different angles, but Mr Lin spends most of the trip moving straight downward, head-first, with his arms by his sides. After a while he starts slowly moving his arms up and begins flailing them around like he's trying to cast a spell or learn how to fly or something. By the end he's just flailing - he throws his arms over his head hoping to protect it or at least shield his eyes just as he reaches the street. Mr Lin does not look happy with his descent. Aidan plays some music. Fanghua looks like she's going to need more pills.
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# ? Apr 24, 2013 15:50 |
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Maynard FP: 5 Maynard sips his tea and takes a closer look at the images. The weariness is gone, replaced by focus. "If he worked with Unity, he may have gotten too close to a criminal operation of theirs and they took him out to keep their secrets - or they could've had a contractor take him out. Do we have his recent correspondance yet? What about recent purchases or financial info? How did he seem the last time the OOI checked up on him? Basically, did he act like he thought he was in danger?" Then the music cuts in. "God damnit Aidan, turn it off." He takes another sip to hide the slight grin that's forming on his lips. Well, in a job like this, you take the humour you can get... but now isn't the time. They can save the jokes for after the case.
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# ? Apr 24, 2013 15:55 |
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Zhang San FP:5 Zhang is less concerned over who exactly is at fault and more concerned over how they did it. "It looks like he was probably under complete control for most of the fall- he doesn't start panicking or flailing or trying to slow his fall until nearly the end. Can someone give me a height and time on the point where he first starts moving his arms? It might be a hint on the range of control or power of what we're dealing with."
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# ? Apr 24, 2013 16:08 |
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Santiago - FP: 1 "Before we start trying to find out who did him in and how..." Santiago had to stop for a moment to laugh as Aidan's Hi-Speed Death Cam started to play and give him a thumbs up. "...Right, anyway...what I was gonna say is, it's good that we're trying to find out who our prime suspects should be and what their instrument of murder was, but I think we should look into why this bloke was up at the arcology's roof and what kinda mystical mumbo jumbo he was up to when they killed him. Something tells me it's going to be kind of important, so...what do our experts in magical juju got to say about that?"
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# ? Apr 24, 2013 16:44 |
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Kim FP-5 Kim is unfazed by Aidan's little display. This isn't the first time she's worked with children. "We should also consider the fact he may have been hallucinating when he jumped" Kim says as she finishes her cinnamon doughnut, "Possibly as an effect or side effect of the ritual on the roof. As Mr. San implied, Mr. Lin was seems to not have been shoved or thrown off. I think the most important information we need is who created the ritual circle and what its intended effect were, as well as any effects that would occur if it was interpreted."
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Maynard FP: 5 While the others talk, Maynard sets down the cup and puts his hands the holo-screen, then starts shifting the images and drawing up new windows. Pretty soon he's got a timeline set up. code:
Using Lore and checking out the ritual circle: 4dF+5 3. Based on the images they have, he's trying to answer questions like these: What's it drawn in? Does Maynard recognise the language? What general change was the performer trying to effect, and on what target? Edit: this is assuming we have a picture of the ritual circle from the police craft up on the screen somewhere. If we don't then I guess we better get to that rooftop.
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# ? Apr 24, 2013 20:23 |
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Marcus Marcus' face became hard as a rock as he watched the murder be replayed over and over on the screens, while the more apt members of the team were discussing the arcane component of the events he would deal with what he was far more used to. "What contracts was he working on recently" he asked "Assuming None of them are fronts for triad activity this could easily have been a cover up regarding some action he hadn't seen?"
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# ? Apr 25, 2013 00:26 |
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Zhang San FP: 5 Zhang San gets up. "Either way, I think it's time to collect what we have and put boots on the street. First things first- let's hit the scene of the crime." He grabs his weapon from his office and rigs it in the holster under his coat, then does a full gear check. "Staring at the video can be done any time. If we don't get moving soon the scene is gonna be a mess." K Prime fucked around with this message at 03:04 on Apr 25, 2013 |
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Maynard There are multiple pictures of the circle, thankfully! Maynard can see it was chalked onto the roof, and a lot of the symbols are in Tsath-Yo; the specific purpose is unknown. Rune recognition software doesn't match it to any known spells either, but it has an 84% match with Contact Those Who Dwell Beyond - a spell used to try and summon up an outsider to extract information. This is likely an advanced, more specific version. There's a nearby device - a projector hooked up to a laptop left on a crate - that was probably used to help draw it accurately. Zhong Fanghua Fanghua pulls up more windows and calculations. "The fall took approximately six seconds. Mr Lin started trying to move at 3.1 seconds. He was around a hundred metres from the rooftop by then. ...We know he was talking to the Wukong Corp about contract work but we don't know what came of it. He didn't leave any personal data at the scene so we're looking for his current residence in the Arcology." She moves towards her desk so she can play mission control while Zhang San (and anyone going with him) head out. Where you head next is up to you! You can make some rolls on the way if you have something in mind.
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# ? Apr 25, 2013 06:34 |
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Aidan Frost: FP 2 Aidan stopped grinning as everyone started telling him to cut it out, having had his brief childish amusement for the minute. With a click of the remote, the music stopped. Aidan had no use for the remote any more, having had his fun with it. Therefore, the fate of the remote was to be tossed back to the table. With another bite of his bear-claw, Aidan headed to his office, waving his hand as he does so. "Yo," he managed to say through a mouthful of bear-claw, "I'm headin' out. Better than hangin' around like an idiot." A few moments and he's in his office. Aidan loaded and holstered his service pistol and magnum revolver. A crumpled pack of cigarettes and a refill of his flask from a cheap whiskey bottle under the table would make sure he got through the tedium of another crime scene. After all, he was all out of bear-claw. With everything he needed to get through this, Aidan grabbed a leather jacket and walked out into the hall. Whether or not that jacket was his is unknown, though it certainly fits the punk image he has going for him. He put his hands behind his head and stretched. "Alright class, let's go on a field trip to see the Amazing Falling Splat."
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# ? Apr 25, 2013 08:38 |
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Marcus "Perhaps I should go have a word with the Wukong Corporation, I am sadly not that well equipped for dealing with the scene and might give us some idea what to look for" He stood, taking his things and finishing his drink, making sure to clean the cup before he left "Though to keep things simple I figure a quick Video call should be enough for now, if we need something more indepth I think Mr Zhang your skills may be needed to pierce the veil of darkness they attempt to hide the truth from us!" Stormgale fucked around with this message at 15:41 on Apr 25, 2013 |
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Santiago - FP: 1 "Roger that. I'll go get dressed and go secure the scene. Meet you guys there." Santiago said, standing up and dusting himself off. "Hey Zhong, think you can keep an eye out for my things while I'm gone? Wouldn't want anything to happen to them." Transient People fucked around with this message at 02:58 on Apr 26, 2013 |
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Maynard FP: 5 Maynard scans the timeline onto his uPod, checks his gun and he's ready to go. "So, we check the point of death and the rooftop, then his residence when we get the address, then look into Wukong and maybe Unity Inc. too if we haven't made sense of this by that point."
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# ? Apr 26, 2013 02:55 |
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Zhang San FP:5 With a nod, San heads off toward the garage. "I'll drive. Since apparently none of you can worth a drat. Which still amazes me."
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# ? Apr 26, 2013 02:57 |
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Marcus "Why wait, I figure I could call the fine representatives at Wukong on the way, you could all listen in and help analyse anything he gives us, after all Mr Song if anyone could tell if he was lying to me that would be you" he turned to San with a smile "I prefer the brisk pace of jogging, and if Transportation is required fine gentlemen such as yourself are always at
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# ? Apr 26, 2013 03:01 |
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Santiago - FP: 1 "Who needs to drive when you can walk to where you need to be?" Santiago asked, shrugging. "Or fly, if the situation demands that. And speaking of which, if you'll excuse me gents..." As the group arrived at the OOI hangars, he slipped away, riding an elevator to the top floor. Strolling toward the first bay, Tiago grinned. No matter how many times he did it, suiting up for a job never got old. The White Light was inside, resting in the middle of the room. Approaching it, Santiago grabbed its wrist, squeezed its trigger, and tapped certain specific spots in the armor's frame. With a sound of rushing air, the armor split in half, several parts retracting to make room for its pilot. Once he was in position, he pressed a button on the inside of the powered armor's arm. It snapped close with a click. "Wake up, baby. Gimme a system's check." Santiago spoke, as thin nanomaterial glasses covered his eyes, providing him perfect vision of the outside world. "Dragon Armor prototype model 0001 activated. Verifying systems integrity." A melodic woman's voice said. "Pilot integration systems online." Carefully, Santiago tried to move his hands, then legs. The armor responded perfectly, as usual. "Communication systems online." The teenaged Warchild nodded. "Great. Keep going." The voice distortion system was already active. The external audio output created a warbling, gruffer sounding echo. "Data output systems online." Numbers and words flashed in front of his vision. He didn't pay attention to them. He'd seen them a million times already. "Ancillary D-Engine functions online." The internal power source flared up for a moment, before settling into an almost inaudible hum as the silencer kicked in. "Neural link systems online." The sting of microneedles on his neck was practically unnoticeable, but its effects were not. Jumping from voice activation to interpreting the electric impulses going through Santiago's brain would speed up his reactions immensely and facilitate communication with the White Light... "Weapon systems online." ...Like that. Santiago stared at the lascannon protruding from 'his' wrist proudly. "Way too much firepower for such a small package, yes sir. Just like I like it." "Mobility systems online." The floor in front of the White Light split open, revealing magnetized rail tracks, as did the bay door they led to. Engaging the armor's thrusters, Santiago began moving forward on the rails, first slowly, but then faster and faster as they added to his increasing speed... ...And then the White Light was thrown out the bay, and the main thruster systems kicked in, sending it flying up into the skies. "White Light Armor online. All systems nominal." "Hell yeah!" Santiago couldn't just keep it to an ear to ear grin. To let some of his elation out, he rolling in mid-air, uploading the coordinates of the crime scene. Moments later, he had a destination. "Guys? This is Santiago, primed and ready. Heading for the scene now." He broadcasted to his fellow OOI operatives. "See you there. Don't keep me waiting too long. I don't have time to get old like you!" Santiago's laughter was drowned by the flare of the engine as he rocketed through the skies toward today's work. Transient People fucked around with this message at 04:50 on Apr 26, 2013 |
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Maynard Some more info: • They're still digging into his correspondence! So far his email is the usual really dull freelance wizard stuff. Did you know freelance stuff can be boring? Well, it is. His call logs are a little more promising, because some of his regular calls are encrypted. They're working on it! The key would be nice. • Recent purchases are all pretty bland for a wizard - basic ritual components, convenience store food, hookers - but his bank account has had more money coming and going than his purchases and job would justify, according to OOI computers. • The OOI last checked on him a month ago after he applied for a license to learn arcanotherapy and he seemed more or less fine - he was a little stiff and nervous but not worried for his safety, so when he checked out the agent making the call just assumed he'd been playing a saucy videogame or something. Marcus A representative of Wukong explains that they were looking to take Mr. Lin as a part-time ward caster, but they were still running a background check on him. Needless to say he won't be getting another interview! Friday February 10 2119, 6:50PM CST Location: 109th Street, Hongzhuang Subdistrict, Deng Xiaoping Memorial Arcology Aspects: A Maze of Twisty Passages, All Alike; O.O.I. Crime Scene A lot of DXMA is actually lower than most of Shanghai - nobody really wanted to look at a giant mess of skyscrapers in the skyline. The roads in are gentle and sloping and natural so you'd hardly notice if it weren't for the massive identical skyscrapers and the ten-story-high mess of neon signs that fills major commercial streets like 109th. Right now this area has been blocked off with police tape (real and augmented reality) in a two-block radius just in case. Police cars have parked at the edges to make sure the crowd of pedestrians gawking, retweeting and taking sepia-toned snaps doesn't get any funny ideas, but closer to the scene it's all OOI powered armour security and forensics wizards. Clouds are gathering, so some drones are spreading a cover high over the scene in case it Rains. Mr. Lin's body is lying in the middle of the road, in a pool of blood. Once he smashed into the ground he had the decency to land on his face, but it's still pretty ugly. On the bright side, the road held up pretty well. A few metres closer to the tower and he would have totalled someone's car though. Well, here you are! INVESTIGATION START! quote:A Note On Clues
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Marcus "Looks like he was just being hired as a consultant... Might be something there but Obviously let us deal with the present situation" he paused for a moment "I know we are assuming Arcane control but could a simple chemical injection also cause him to not react to the fall till it was too late?" he supposed, looking around and up. Do we have any camera's on the body as it hit the ground, that might show anyone taking his possessions, the building he was at the top of what kind of building was it, how limited was roof access for example, throwing my Passion to have Marcus ask around about it
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