Travis Kennedy: Scrying Xu.
Roller of TK: 5,5,8,9,3,9,9, ((Enochian to lower diff))
Roller of TK: 4,10,10,
Roller of TK: 4,2,5,
Roller of TK: 9,9,6,
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
When is this happening?
Travis Kennedy:
((At the time Xu said, 50 minutes after
the txt messages.))
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
christ, I can't remember wtf he was
doing at that time and where he was
Travis Kennedy:
((Well, they agreed to meet somewhere in
50 minutes. Xu would find someplace
safe, Travis said he would find him.
*points up* finding. Xu said
that he had a job for Trav.))
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
xu txtd him with an address in the
Bronx, remember?
Travis Kennedy:
((...
... *thinks back* OH YEAH!
Heh, I forget that last part.
Okay, the scrying will happen right before Travis arrives anyway. He's in the normal Travis body.))
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
per+aware:: 4,5,3,8,9,
Travis Kennedy:
((He is being looked at from a little
bit away.))
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
Travis finds the location is a
warehouse.
Travis Kennedy:
((Where is Xu in the warehouse? Does he seem angry, upset, or ready to kill
the next thing that walks in the door?))
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
(roll per+emp)
Travis Kennedy: (Emp isn't on the mage sheet, but okay
Roller of TK: 2,8,3,)
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
Well, he was tired and a bit bored
before Travis scryed him, now he's on a full on defensive.
Travis Kennedy:
Travis will grin, and walk in slowly,
hands empty and easily visible, and treading loudly.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
Travis finds himself in a sort of narrow
hallway made of big pallets of crates.
It leads to a small open area under a second story office. He finds himself facing a shotgun.
Travis Kennedy:
His breath catches he freezes dead on
the spot, and his eyes follow the gun up to the wielder.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
He finds it's a big man, about Xu's
size, blond, tanned, about 40, with various scars and the rough demeanor of a
mercenary. Xu watches this from the
card table Travis scryed him at, also pointing a gun at Travis. "I'm going to hope that was you?"
Travis Kennedy:
He starts to breath again, "I
surprised you can't recognize me by now.
I wanted to see if it was some sort of trap, maybe by someone other than
you. I've been doing alot of dangerous
stuff lately."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
He nods. "I'm glad you're taking precautions. I hope you can see why I might take some as
well."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
His gaze goes a bit unfocused, and he
regards Travis intently
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
((roll awareness))
Travis Kennedy:
((Roller of TK: 5,3,1,6,))
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
((Any spirits following or surrounding
Trav? Any active spirit magic on him?))
Travis Kennedy:
((None.))
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"Alright," he nods and lowers
his weapon, and the merc lowers the shotgun.
Travis Kennedy:
Trav exhales deeply.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
He motions Trav to come sit at the
table. "I need to know if you can
scry into the lands of the dead?"
Travis Kennedy:
He walks over and slides into a seat
silently, "I can try to. I've
never done something that... dark.
Theoretically I can do it though."
His eyes are professional, but his posture is casual.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"Can you affect spirits? Like injure them?"
Travis Kennedy:
"Sometimes. But not very well."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
He grunts. "Alright. Can you teleport
objects?"
Travis Kennedy:
He chuckles silently, a little
distrustful and nervously as well, "Listen, if this is just going to be
some question and answer so that you can find out exactly what I can do for
you, this won't work. You've seen some of
the things that I can do. I can do
those things very well."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
His brow furrows and he pinches the
bridge of his nose. "No, Travis,
this is a strategy meeting on how best
to affect our little undying princess upstate."
Travis Kennedy:
He smiles, "Oh okay. This is what I can do for you:" He get ready to list stuff.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"Those four wonderful creatures you
spotted with her are what's called Reavers, they are highly powerful undead
creatures who were created with a perversion of the Mummy making ritual."
Travis Kennedy:
His list never gets out,
"Reavers? That's... scary."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"They are basically powerful bane
spirits bound to the corpse of a human being.
They can die and ressurect themselves four times. If their canopic jars are destroyed, then
they're gone for good. I'm ~hoping~
their jars are in where Ms. Slippy Skin is, and if it is, I'm thinking the best
way to delay her return is for you to teleport an explosive device there and
have it explode."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"At the same time, if we can find a
way to attack her in the Deadlands, we can siphon off her energy there and
delay the time it takes her to reform."
Travis Kennedy:
He shakes his head, "I have
influence over the realms of space, time, and life. My control over the other realms is just too weak right now to do
something like that. I can find her
current location. I can probably find
her in the Underworld. That's mostly
it."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"If you find her in the Underworld,
could you teleport someone in there to attack her?"
Travis Kennedy:
"I cannot send them across the
Gauntlet. And even if they could, they
might be naked. If you can't get there
on your own, then you have to find someone else."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"If they can get across the
Gauntlet can you send them to where she is? And pull them out again?"
Travis Kennedy:
"Xu, I don't have..." He stops and thinks. "I don't know. Maybe..."
Travis Kennedy:
He considers it a little more. "I mean, we could try it out. If the thing on the other side that I'm
moving is alive, I might be able to."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"Well, I was thinking we'd get you
there, too."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
On the other side, I mean."
Travis Kennedy:
His eyes go wide. "Oh...."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"Then you're just moving them from
one area to another, correct?"
Travis Kennedy:
"Yeah."
Travis Kennedy:
He leans back in his chair, "How
are we getting across?"
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
He waves his hand. "Well, that part's easy enough, the
problem is how to get to the Deadlands."
Travis Kennedy:
"Well, what is it like over
there? What are the rules of realities
on the other side? If I know those, I
could somehow manipulate them around so that I can move you guys as I
wish. If I do it by just ripping and
tearing at reality, it tends to get mad at me.
Would someone be able to bring me over there and show me how the place
worked?"
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"Potentially."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"But this sounds like it's going to
be too much effort and we've got another enemy on the horizon."
Travis Kennedy:
He nods, agreeing.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"Somebody's taken pictures of me,
and you and Ita and Jeremy."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"Well, of Myles."
Travis Kennedy:
His heads drops. "Again?!"
Travis Kennedy:
(head*)
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"What do you mean, again?"
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
(well his little head coulda drooped
there too, ya never know)
Travis Kennedy:
"I mean, do you remember when Sonja
took those pictures? This is 'deja
vu'."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"Travis, you've got to quit
focusing on the fucking details and look at the greater threat."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"There is another group of evil
bastards looking for this Cup. They are
very nasty vampires reputed to be descendents of Set."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"Since we four were involved in
saving Genevieve, it's quite likely we've been targeted by this other
group."
Travis Kennedy:
He listens patiently. The guy sounded like his Mater. "So...
are we hiding or fighting back?"
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"Yes."
Travis Kennedy:
"I see."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"Can you change the features of
others or only of yourself?"
Travis Kennedy:
"Just myself. Is the picture of me as Travis or as
Myles?"
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"I just said it was as Myles."
Travis Kennedy:
"Just making sure. So I'll be walking about as Travis for a bit
until I can get a new identity. How is
Ita or Jeremy going to hide?"
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"That's fine. Can you put wards on me, to prevent people
scrying me?"
Travis Kennedy:
"If people see you, then they can
trace the wards back to me. Just so you
know."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
"Are you saying you don't want to
do that for that reason?"
Travis Kennedy:
"I'm
saying that if I'm going to ward you, you actually have to hide. If another handwaver sees you, then suddenly
I'm at risk. I want you to be aware of
the possible risks I would be taking."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: (and this scene would have been yesterday before the
incident on the boat with Sadie does that work for everyone?)
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He stares at Travis. Shakes his head. "That's not going to
work. Can you ward a vehicle, or a location instead?"
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Make it permanent?"
Travis Kennedy: "I can. But
then the vehicle or location has the same issues."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: The location is a warehouse in the Bronx in a relatively busy
industrial area. Upon entering the warehouse Jer finds himself in a narrow,
mazelike passage through the stacked pallets of coffee products that reach
about 20 ft high. At the end of the passage Jer finds Xu and Travis at a card
table discussing things. A tall blonde, tanned Merc type is standing off to the
side with a shotgun, watching some moitors showing the security cams hidden
around the place.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He pulls the hybrid up to the street, parking in a spot about a
block away. He gets out and makes his way to the warehouse, paranoid and on
hyper-alert.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 6,9,1,3,10,6,
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He stares at Travis. Then shake his head. "Well, never mind
then. I'd hate to amp your paranoia any further than it is."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He approaches the warehouse, slipping inside and mavigating the
maze.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: The Merc makes some hand sign, and Xu looks over ther, then nods
and goes back to talking with Trav.
Travis Kennedy: He
frowns and seems to get a little bit annoyed, "If you don't know this
stuff, you could do something that would endanger me needlessly, without even
knowing it. I can ward you, I can ward whatever, just as long as you know the
danger."
Travis Kennedy: He frowns and seems to get a little bit annoyed, "If you don't
know this stuff, you could do something that would endanger me needlessly,
without even knowing it. I can ward you, I can ward whatever, just as long as
you know the danger."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He looks up when Jer arrives and waves him to a seat at the table.
"We were just discussing strategies on this whole scenario against the
evildoer and this development with the pictures."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He's slow, and alert, as he moves through, ready for
anything...he hopes. He listens for the voices ahead as he does, recognizing
one of them. Finally, he comes around to the end, doing a quick scan. The
Merc's purpose is obvious. Travis, he shows to recognition to. He nods to Xu.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Travis, I can't hide, I'm in the middle of something that
needs to be handled by the end of the month, I can't waste time resestablishing
yet ~another~ identity. So rather than have you ward me and expect me to hide,
I'll be the catspaw in all this."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Who's he?" Gesturing to Travis as he moves to take a
seat, pulling a cigarette.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "This is Travis, the original. Whom you know as Myles,
the...disguise."
Travis Kennedy: Travis
waves a pale hand, and then adjusts his small round glasses with a finger.
"Hey, Jerem'."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: A blink at that, and he looks at Travis for a long moment.
"Am I the only one who hasn't changed my identity in this city...yet, I
mean?"
Travis Kennedy: "Oh!"
Travis starts, "That reminds me, I guess I can change how other people
look!"
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods. "That was my thought."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He looks over at Trav. "How so? You just said you
couldn't."
Travis Kennedy: He
laughs to himself, because no one else will probably thing this is as funny as
he does, "It's not something I can control. It's a curse and not a talent
of mine, so I can't change them back or really control the changes in any
way."
Travis Kennedy: (think*)
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Ah." He nods, frowning. "And how does this curse
play out?"
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He frowns at that. He can't control it...that doesn't sound good.
Travis Kennedy: "As
far as I can tell, if someone that is alive touches me, then they get changed
in some way. So it doesn't work on Ita."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "So then it doesn't help her anyway, and we could
conceivably end up changed in every way BUT our facial features." He takes
a drag off of his cigarette. "Wonderful."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Ah." He nods. "We've been discussing options about
how to attack the Evil Doer. So far the best plan has been to teleport an
explosive device into where she is and blow up her and her 4 flunkies."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "The option of attack her spirit in the Deadlands is too
complicated. We've now moved onto the supposition that whoever's behind these
pictures could either be her minions, or a third party who's also after the
Cup, run by a Setite known as Hesha Ruhadze."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "All right." He shrugs a little at that. "Worked
for Rogers, can work for us." He looks to Travis.
Travis Kennedy: He
laughs, "Yeah..." He listens to Xu, "Why are we after her
minions, why doesn't we just kill her really good? And now I have to describe
what I can and can't do all over again."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "That sounds about right. From what I understand, the
photographer who took the pictures went to deliver them to a 'Mr. Ruhadze.'
Photographer didn't exactly make it to spend his paycheck."
Travis Kennedy: He
repeats, "I have influence over the realms of space, time, and life. My
control over the other realms is just too weak right now to do something like
teleporting a bomb, but I can rip her life to shreds, I think. And where and
when did this photographer take the picture?"
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He shrugs. "Beats me. He was snapping pictures as recently
as today, and considering it's the four of us..." He frowns. "It's
entirely possible this Ruhadze fucker is working with the Evil Doer."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Ruhadze is a Setite. He is one of the vampires involved in
the Cult of Set. He is a drug dealer, and arms trader and a man of vast
resources who wants the Cup for his own reasons but who would rather Ms. Slippy
Skin gets it than us."
Travis Kennedy: Travis
nods sagely, absorbing information as fast as he can.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "For the same reasons, I'm figuring Slippy Skin would rather
he gets it than us."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "The issue is complicated if Ruhadze is covered by the
treaty."
Travis Kennedy: He nods again, quite like a sage of some sort.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He frowns at that, and considers. "Fuckin' beautiful."
He rubs his eyes. "All right, so we have a fuckin' vampire who's after us
that's working with the undying bitch in order to get the Cup and has all of
our identities. My...Travis can rip her life to shreds, but cannot teleport a
bomb to her. And the vampire may be covered by the Treaty." He scowls.
"Which is possible, because he's staying in the Merriott downtown in the
Financial District, thus meaning he's in the DMZ. But isn't he breaking the
treaty by targeting Travis, you, and me?"
Travis Kennedy: Trav
pipes up. "He can target Ita, freely, can't he?"
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He scowls deeply at that, shifting in his seat. He didn't want to
seem to vocalize it, though he had obviously realized it.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Yeah, Travis. He can."
Travis Kennedy: "And
she can attack him."
Xu Xian: "He can
target me, too."
Xu Xian: "And
Jeremy, technically. And you, Travis, unless you're aligned with a chantry
that's signatory."
Travis Kennedy: "I
am associated with a Chantry that is under the Treaty. I don't know why it is,
but it is. However, I won't be attacking the vampire anyway, because I can't
really do much to him."
Xu Xian: "Well,
like I said, I'm not hiding."
Xu Xian: "And
since Travis can't teleport the bomb in, we'll need to find someone who can. Or
house the bomb in something alive."
Travis Kennedy: Travis
quirks his eyebrows at the housing the bomb, because he knows that won't work,
but everything he's said so far has all been so negitive. "Maybe I should
look into your future, Xu, if you're going to be the bait."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Well..." He stops, and frowns. Shit...the caern may
not consider him covered anymore. "Beautiful. So with the exception of
Travis, we're all potentially vulnerable."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Of course, if he stays in the DMZ, no one's attacking
anyone, unless he sends his bodyguards and whoever else to come after us."
Xu Xian: "So? It
also means we're all free to wreak havoc in their unlives." He grins
evilly. "I've been a target for most of my life of one evil bastard or
another. I'm still here. They're not."
Xu Xian: He laughs.
"I'll hit him in the DMZ. I'm not afraid to step on toes."
Xu Xian: "Travis,
can you make me a device that can teleport me and about 14 pounds of
equipment?"
Travis Kennedy: He
shakes his head, "I don't have enough influence over nonliving things."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He frowns at Xu. "Yeah. You are. But Travis isn't you. Ita
isn't you. I'm not you." His eyes lock onto Xu a moment, then he shakes
his head. "I'm not wating to hide in the sand and wait for this to clear
up. I'm all for taking this Ruhadze fucker out. But in the meantime, mine and
Ita's list people who seem to be spying on us with malign intent seems to be
racking up."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Which could also spread to Travis by association."
Travis Kennedy: He
doesn't seem too concerned yet. "How so?"
Xu Xian: "You
want to cut and run? Go ahead. I'll take them on anyway."
Xu Xian: "I have
some big favors to cash in, I can make shit happen."
Xu Xian: "And I
have nothing left to lose."
Travis Kennedy: He
nods sagely again.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He shoots Xu a look. "Did I not just say I'm not
hiding in the sand, Xu? I'm talking about being defensive at the same time,
instead of what I'm guessing you're doing, which is your usual 'toss me loaded
up like the devil into a highly dangerous situation, and MAYBE I'll get out
alive, or just take a lot down with me' strategy."
Xu Xian: 6,2,2,7,2,3,6,3,
Xu Xian: (that was
man+sub in case anybody's trying to look past his facade.))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 9,2,6,5,8,7,7,
Travis Kennedy: (has
no chance)
Xu Xian -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((he is ~furious~ at Jer for what he just said, but is
hiding it well.))
Xu Xian: "Don't
talk about what you know ~nothing~ about," he says to Jer pointedly.
"I was infiltrating and terminating targets before you were even a wiggle
in your papa’s cock. Everything I do has a strategy behind it and if you can't
see that, then you're as stupid as the ones I take down."
Travis Kennedy: He glances back and forth between them, becoming a little
nervous.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He shakes his head, letting the argument drop off there. Much as
he may like to continue it, right now, there's more important things. "All
right. So teleporting Xu in isn't an option. What else can we do?"
Xu Xian: "Well,
we can find this Jeff Rogers and see if he'll teleport the bomb into Ms. Slippy
Skin."
Xu Xian: "Or...Travis
can you ward three men against mental, and magical detection?"
Travis Kennedy: He
shakes his head again, "Sorry, I'm pretty useless to you guys, it
seems."
Xu Xian: "No,
you're not." He gives Travis an intense stare. "You've done a
fantastic job. And you can keep helping us with the intelligence end of things.
Getting us vital information like you did with the scrying."
Travis Kennedy: He
nods simply, still not quite convinced, but not pushing the point.
Xu Xian: "Which
reminds me...can you locate a body if you have something that used to belong to
the owner?"
Xu Xian: 5,4,8,9,7,3,
Xu Xian: (taht was
per+emp on Travis)
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Guys, I HATE to do this, but something came up. You guys can
decide...pause, or say that Dream started to lose control to Jeremy, and got up
and left, or just listened quietly from this point on. I'm cool with any of
those ways.))
Xu Xian: ((let's
pause, I need to do some stuff anyway))
Travis Kennedy: (pauses)
Xu Xian: (and pausing
after this) "I'm serious Travis. I don't waste breath praising people who
dont' deserve it, and I don't work with incompetents more than once. If I'm
working with you, you are a valuable addition to the team. Now...see if you can
find other Mages who might be able to attack this Evil Doer in some way, or
might be willing to work in concert with you to do so."
Xu Xian:
(*pauses
now,* just wanted to wrap that emotional note before I went afk to deal with
some stuff)
Jeremy Thomas: He's
quiet for a moment, sparking a cigarette to light as he lets Travis and Xu have
their bonding moment.
Travis Kennedy: "Will
do. What about fallen angels?"
Travis Kennedy: Travis,
like always, rebounds fast.
Jeremy Thomas: "Fallen
Angels?" He raises an eyebrow.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
raises a brow. "What about them?"
Travis Kennedy: "One
of them has hinted at an ability involving flames. He might be someone to talk
to if you plan on conversing aggressively with vampires." He smiles
grimly.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
stares at Travis. "The only demon I know who's deluded enough to think
himself a fallen angel would be Tom."
Jeremy Thomas: "I
repeat. Fallen Angels?"
Travis Kennedy: He
laughs and nods.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
draws in a deep drag of his cig and exhales through his nostrils. "The
Asians call them Kuei-jin. They apparently are souls who have escaped Hell--or
one of the Hells, there being so many of them--and have taken up residence in
human corpses."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "It's
rather uncommon for the Christian Hell to lose their demons but apparently
that's on the upswing."
Travis Kennedy: He
scratches the back of his head, and looks up at Xu with a friendly smile,
"Not so much corspes, with these ones. My curse works with them, so the
bodies are alive."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
nods. "Get the soul in there quick enough, I'm sure you don't lose the
living element."
Jeremy Thomas: He
frowns. Great, more problems. "All right. So one of them might be able to
help?"
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "The
Asians believe that everything exists for a reason. Ergo, these demons have a
purpose. Some are committed to redeeming themselves. Others believe it's their
job to be as demonic here as they were in Hell."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "I
think Tom wants to get involved in redemption. He gave me the details of some
creature called an Earthbound, supposedly a powerful demon trapped in a dagger
in order to keep from falling back to Hell."
Jeremy Thomas: He
nods a little. "So some potentially good, some definite problems."
Travis Kennedy: Travis
nods sagely.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Well,
I don't know too much about Tom. It'd be nice to know if he's telling the truth
or is just some...demon looking for souls to trap with a nice sob story. I know
Silkie believes in him."
Jeremy Thomas: "Silkie's
a very trusting sort, though." He frowns a little, then blinks, as
something comes to him. "What to these Demons look like Umbrally?"
Travis Kennedy: "I
think he's too open to be lying, but at the same time I don't think he would be
good with any sort of secret whatsoever. When I first met him, he gave me him
real name right away. And it actually was his real name, because I tested it
and it really did summoned him. he might be one to simply turn on the enemy and
let them burn. I'm not sure what you mean, 'look like Umbrally.'"
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Oh...Tom
looks like your typical Christian Angel, Flaming wings, that sort of rot. Very
biblical."
Jeremy Thomas: "There
was a guy in Seraphim's Tears the other night, dancing with Silkie. Effeminite
sort of guy. Umbrally, he looked like an unearthly attractive woman."
Travis Kennedy: "Eli."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Eli?
That shemale swish bastard friend of Mercury's?"
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
looks suprised, then shrugs, accepting it. "Suppose that would be a lust
demon."
Jeremy Thomas: "That
was what Silkie called him." He nods. "He was getting a little
carried away with her. I got Silkie away, and Ingvar dealt with Eli."
Travis Kennedy: Travis
has tensed up a little since they started to discuss Eli.
Jeremy Thomas: He
looks over at Travis, eyebrow raised. ((Per+Empathy))
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: His
phone buzzes and he checks the message, glancing over at Travis. "You
don't like Eli?"
Jeremy Thomas: 5,6,10,5,1,7,5,
Jeremy Thomas: 6,
Travis Kennedy: "No,
I don't like him. I don't hate him, but he's not on my list of friends at the
moment."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
keys an answer back into the phone.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Why
is that?" he asks Trav as he holds a txt convo on his phone.
Travis Kennedy: He
folds his arms over his stomach firmly. "Because he impregnated my
ex-girlfriend."
Jeremy Thomas: ((Waiting
on Per+Emp results))
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
does a double take at that. "He fucked Tansy and got her ~pregnant~?"
He seems shocked. "I didn't think kuei-jin were fertile."
Travis Kennedy: He
smiles, "Well, their bodies are alive."
Jeremy Thomas: "A
demon is having a child. I swear, I've seen this movie before..." His
words aside, he seems...well, concerned is an apt word.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
looks over at Travis. "You have objections to working with the Union on
this Evil Doer thing?"
Travis Kennedy: "No objections as long as
they don't try and capture or kill me. Sonja and I especially have worked out
our differences, so I have no qualms about working with her."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Alright.
I'll tell her to meet us here."
Jeremy Thomas: Mention
of the Union gives him a raised eyebrow, but he stays quiet and takes a drag
off his smoke.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
keys a text in then says something in Afrikaans to the blonde Merc with the
shotgun. He frowns, but nods.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Does
Tansy know what Eli is?"
Travis Kennedy: He
nods bluntly, "Yes."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Did
she know...before he knocked her up?"
Travis Kennedy: He
looks down to the ground and shakes his head, "I don't know." Then he
has a thought, "Don't tell Sonja about my other identity."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
laughs at that. "A little late."
Travis Kennedy: He
snaps his figures with a grin, "Damn."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Does
she know about your curse?"
Jeremy Thomas: He
watches the back and forth between them, absorbing the information and
processing it as best he can.
Travis Kennedy: He
shakes his head lazily with a shrug, "I don't know."
Dr. Sonja Kabari -> Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: Exits the cab a block away and
walks towards the warehouse. Alert and watchful.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: 5,4,9,4,
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: 2,1,2,7,2,4,9,
Travis Kennedy: "I
am getting concerned that the information flow between her and I is rather
one-wayed though."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
spots movement on the monitors but it doesn't register as her, so keeps talking
with the others. "So what happened with you and Abbey and the
hungarian?"
Dr. Sonja Kabari: And,
if no one detains her, walks into the warehouse.
Travis Kennedy: He
looks up at Xu from over the rim of his glasses, "I didn't want people
coming up to her gate looking for me, so I left. The entire point of being
there was to hide."
Dr. Sonja Kabari: Immaculate
best describes the young African American. Every hair is in place, every long
braid gleams equally. If you divided her face down the middle you would find it
had perfect symmetry, one side the exact mirror image of the other. Her clothes
speak of affluence, her bearing of power.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: Sonja
finds the door to the warehouse opening into a narrow maze of pallets stacked
with drums of coffe, reaching up about 20 feet high.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "You
should know, with all those hero stories you read, that you can't hide from your
destiny."
Jeremy Thomas: He
smirks a little at Xu's words.
Travis Kennedy: He
grunts, "Maybe."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: 10,6,7,6,10,8,6,
Dr. Sonja Kabari: Her
hair hangs in a complex and geometrically precise weave of braided braids.
She's wearing a white button up blouse with long sleeves, white gloves, a blue
skirt hangs to mid calf and white boots.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: 2,9,
Jeremy Thomas: 3,5,9,7,3,1,
Dr. Sonja Kabari: Rather
likes the smell of coffee as she maneuvers through the maze of crates, hoping
this is the right place.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
has noticed Sonja's approach to the door, her entrance her passage through the
maze. Sonja finds herself stepping finally out into an open area under a second
story office, where Xu, Jer and Travis are sitting at a card table. Sonja also
finds a shotgun pointed at her temple.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: 3,5,10,3,
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: ((Jeez
that was 8 sux @ diff 8. Dayum!))
Jeremy Thomas: He
looks over, noticing her as she comes in and looking her over appraisingly, as
if trying to estimate a potential threat.
Jeremy Thomas: ((Xu
is a perceptive muthafucka. As usual. *G*))
Dr. Sonja Kabari: She
sees the shot gun. Yes indeed. Keeps her hands in plain sight, dark eyes
cutting towards the gunman.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]:
THe
man bearing the shotgun is tall, blond
e, tanned, about 40, with some scars and the bearing of a mercenary.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: Xu
looks Sonja over, then nods to the Merc, who lowers the shotgun. Xu rises and
folds out another chair. "Have a seat. You know Travis." He points
him out. "And this is my bodyguard, Jeremy."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Jeremy,
this is Sonja, a very dear friend of mine, to who I owe my life."
Dr. Sonja Kabari: For
all that she's staring down the barrel of a shotgun, she maintains her calm
aplomb. "Good evening."
Travis Kennedy: He
sits in his chair, waiting for the new commotion to settle itself out. When
Sonja walks further into the room, he uncrosses his arms and gives a little
wave. "Hi."
Dr. Sonja Kabari: Steps
forward when the mercenary lowers the gun and offers Jer a gloved hand.
Jeremy Thomas: His
eyes shift over to Xu at the introductions, eyebrow quirking, before looking
back to Sonja and nodding. "Evening."
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Mr.
Kennedy." Nods.
Jeremy Thomas: He
stands up, leaning over and shaking the hand with a good, firm grip.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: Lowers
her hand, accepting the proferred seat. "Nice to see you again Mr. Xian.
Body guard"? Looking Jeremy over with an appraising eye.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Sonja,
I know this is a bit of a shock and I apologize for springing this on you at
such short notice. But could you build something living...that can explode with
the force of say....5 Kilos of C-4?"
Dr. Sonja Kabari: (Lowers
the hand after shaking.)
Travis Kennedy: He
glances between the three, listening aptly.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "How
many kilojoules of energy do 5 kilos of C4 produce?"
Jeremy Thomas: He
sits back down, shrugging with a slight smile. Sure ain't BUILT like a
bodyguard, though he's got the paranoid eye.
Travis Kennedy: Oh,
science... It
was his worse class in high school.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
glances over to the Merc who tells Sonja the exact amount, plus the blast
radius
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "I'm
sure with a bit of exploration into the atomic structure of C-4 I could manage
something of that nature. Or build something capbably of harboring C-4
internally and you could detonate remotely. What is the application?"
Travis Kennedy: He
glances over to Xu, letting him to the talking.
Jeremy Thomas: He
remains quiet. He's a bodyguard, after all. His purpose here is to guard Xu,
not explain Xu's plan.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Well,
there's a three thousand year old Bene Mummy who is currently reforming her
body while being protected by four transdimensional beings housed in human
corpses that can be killed 4 times before finally expiring. Travis here can
only teleport living things. And I'd like to drop a Semtex style hot-potato in
our evil Mummy's lap."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: (bane not bene)
Travis Kennedy: He
nods at Xu's concise description of their plan.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: Slowly
elevates one eyebrow as Xu explains his application. A quick glance to the
others to see if they're smirking, perhaps suspecting this may be a joke.
Jeremy Thomas: He
simply nods at Sonja's glance his way, as if to confirm it.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "I'm
hoping that the guardian's canopic jars are on site. If so, then the blast will
take them out permanently.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "A
mummy?"
Jeremy Thomas: "That
would be nice."
Travis Kennedy: He
nods, waiting for Sonja to answer.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Mr.
Kennedy could you teleport an animal that contained Semtex, intact? It could
get messy if you sent the beast and the explosives landed in your lap."
Travis Kennedy: He
shakes his head, "No, I can only transport living patterns."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "But
if the creature were, itself a living bomb...you could do that, right?"
Travis Kennedy: He
nods with a hint of a smile, "Yeah, I could."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
looks to Sonja. "Well, that's your project. We have three to four days
before we need to be ready with this. Let me know what your budget needs to
be."
Dr. Sonja Kabari: Her
eyes glaze slightly as a mental partition kicks over and begins calculating
various means for the bioconversion of explosively reactive chemicals. "I
will have to give the matter some thought. I've never done it before."
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Four
days is not enough time to design and grow a complex life form."
Jeremy Thomas: The
whole topic of living bombs is a bit unsettling, but he keeps his expression
even and relaxed, listening quietly as he smokes.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Any
limit to the physical size of the creature you can transport is, Travis?"
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Unless
of course, Mr. Kennedy here is a temporal mechanic?"
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Four
days is all we reasonably have before this creature repairs itself and comes after
us with a veangeance. So...figure it out." He looks to Sonja and Trav.
Travis Kennedy: "About
the size of a human being would be a decent max, because I've never tried
anything larger." He glances toward Sonia. "I can't manipulate time
that well yet. I've still learning about those sort of changes."
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "While
I appreciate your confidence in my capabilities, Mr. Xian, I cannot guarantee
that what you're requesting is within my capabilities. However, biological
weapons don't necessarily require C4 to be effective."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Can
you modify the chemistry of an existing creature? Say...a goat...in that time
frame?"
Jeremy Thomas: Biological
weapons. Beautiful. He ashes the cigarette, looking between Sonja and Xu.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Without
a chronoaccellerator that would be the logical course. There are no C4 genes
however. Therein lies the problem. C4 is a synthetic polymer."
Jeremy Thomas: Chronoaccelerator.
Okay. Chrono, time...he's got it. Just took him a moment.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Well,
there are bushes in Libya and the middle east that spontaneously combust. Can
you look into that mehcanism and see if you can find something useful?"
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Nitrogen
based chemicals such as NH4 can produce a sizable explosion. Would require an
ungulate, and a catalyst."
Jeremy Thomas: "We're
gonna uses Moses's burning bush to blow the bitch up?" He grins a little
bit.
Travis Kennedy: He
nods sagely, understanding the likely meanings of the words. Linguistics save
him once again!
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Creosote.
Do you want a fire, or an explosion?"
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "And
methane is a biologically produced flammable gas, so there's got to be a way of
rigging a ruminant to blow."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "I
want something that will fucking explode and destroy everything around it in
a...how big did you say that room was, Travis?"
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Yes,
I said as much."
Travis Kennedy: Travis
frowns, and the gears in his head start to turn. At the mention of his name, he
looks up and estimates the general size of the room to be about "15 wide
by 20 long by 10 tall feet."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
nods. "Well, see what you two can figure out, if you don't mind working
together?" He looks from Travis to Sonja
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
nods to the dimensions. "I would like to turn everything in that room to
particles the size of dustmotes."
Travis Kennedy: He
glances over to Sonja to see how she was reacting to Xu's last few statements.
Jeremy Thomas: "I
second that desire."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Jeremy
and I will work on these other things."
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Fifty
five square feet... about fifteen cubic feet." Looking thoughtful.
"There is a termite that produces an external ignition source... maybe
those genes..." Already mentally compiling the monster.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "You
can work here, but I'd advise Travis to ward the place." He rises.
"Anything else?"
Travis Kennedy: He
glances up at Xu. "So what are you going to do about the Treaty, and the
vampire?"
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Methane
ignition source and a urea based explosive."
Dr. Sonja Kabari: Travis>
"What vampire?"
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
waves to Travis. "Haven't figured that out yet and if I do I'm not sure
it's wise to put you in danger with letting you know the details."
Jeremy Thomas: A
glance goes over to Xu suddenly, before going back to Travis. "Ruhadze is
another problem altogether. Especially if he has pictures of us. We don't need
him following us around or, you know, trying to kill us and all. So new
identities is out of the question?"
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Travis,
this is the task at hand. This bomb. I need you two to make that happen, so I
can worry about the other things that need to be done. Alright?"
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "So
they have fucking pictures. Hasn't anybody ever hear of a fucking disguise? Of
acting? Christ, everything's fucking black and white with you people."
Travis Kennedy: "If
the guy has pictures of us, I would like to be kept aware of the situation. I
will work on your bomb with her, if she desires my help, and I'll ward
whereever she decides we should work on this, but I would like to know what
happens to this guy and who knows our faces. Is that okay?"
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Mr.
Xian, can you arrange for the quick delivery of half a dozen cows?"
Jeremy Thomas: "That's
what I was saying about new identities," he responds, looking over to Xu.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "He
doesn't know you, Travis. He knows ~Myles~. So don't worry. You and Sonja are
safe and to keep it that way I'm going to avoid meeting with you in person
unless absolutely necessary."
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Mr.
Kennedy, a cow is considerably larger than a man. I suggest we find out if you
can translocate one."
Travis Kennedy: He
nods to Sonja. "Sure."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "I
don't think Travis can transport a cow," he reminds Sonja. "But if
you need them, let me know what breeds, ages, and sexes if you're meaning
cattle and just said cow because Americans are lazy that way."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "A
yearling calf might be doable, sizewise."
Travis Kennedy: He
looks at Xu with a frown, "How do you know that?"
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Age.
Perhaps if we used an immature animal, we could go smaller. I don't suppose
there are minature cattle, as there are minature horses?"
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Because
you just said you didn't think you could do something bigger than a
human," he says irritably to Travis.
Travis Kennedy: "I
said I haven't tried it before."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Fine," he concedes to Travis. "And I don't know if
there are miniature cattle. I can look into it."
Dr. Sonja Kabari: Xu>
"Select a small, compact, aggressive breed. Males might be best. They
should be weaned. I'll text you where to deliver them."
Travis Kennedy: He
nods, and starts thinking about what the pattern of an explosive living being
would look like.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Alright,"
he nods to Sonja, and starts heading out, motioning Jer and the Merc to follow.
Jeremy Thomas: He
stands up, nodding to Travis and Sonja, and moves to follow Xu.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: Nods
to the nameless merc. "A pleasure meeting you Jeremy. Good evening, Mr.
Xian."
Travis Kennedy: He
waves a little good bye to Xu and Jeremy, and then glances over to Sonja to see
what she suggests next. She's full of good ideas! Imagine exploding puppies...
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Well,
Mr. Kennedy. This is going to require the resources of my laboratory. Which I
doubt you'd want to visit, unless of course you're considering joining the
union," she suggest sweetly.
Travis Kennedy: He
smiles, "So you're suggesting we work apart."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
says a few words to the Merc in afrikaans and the man simply nods and heads off
into the darkness, disappearing. He looks to Jer. "You still want to kill
me?"
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "I
don't believe Mr. Xian fully comprehends the magnitude of his request."
Travis Kennedy: "I
don't think so either." He shakes his head.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "How
many sequential teleportations can you manage?"
Jeremy Thomas: He
shrugs a little, watching Xu. "I wouldn't say we're exactly friends at the
moment, Xu. But I don't want to kill you anymore, no."
Travis Kennedy: "The
consensus will kill me if I tear it up reality too much. I'd prefer to only do
one."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: "Well," he looks around for Jer's car. "I think that's
good enough for now. Can you drop me off down town?"
Jeremy Thomas: "Yeah.
This way." He starts walking down the street, toward where he parked the
car a block away, remaining alert and looking around for ambushes.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "What
is the location of this mummy?"
Jeremy Thomas: 1,6,5,1,4,4,
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: 1,8,4,7,10,8,8,
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: 5,
Jeremy Thomas: And
he walks into a light pole. Smooth fucking move, bodyguard.
Travis Kennedy: He
grins, "Why, are you going to send the Men in Black after it?"
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Who?"
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: If
there's an ambush brewing, chances are he's sensing it. Tho he does spare a
slight, sadistic grin at Jer's lampost flub.
Travis Kennedy: "The
Technos in suits that show up and kill everyone that resist arrest."
Jeremy Thomas: He
was looking at an alleyway across the street. Damn shadows. He rubs the side of
his head. "God fucking dammit..." He looks back at Xu, and scowls a
bit. "Ha ha. Come on." He stares straight ahead as he leads Xu to the
car.
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
stifles a laugh. "It takes time to get used to doing both," he says,
heading to the car.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "They
must work in a different department. Everyone in my department, wears
white."
Travis Kennedy: He
raises his brow at that, "What department is that? What do they do?"
Jeremy Thomas: "Both
what? Walking and seeing?" He sets his jaw and moves to the driver-side
door, unlocking it. "Yeah, I think it's supposed to be covered in the
first couple years of life."
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: He
snickers. "I suppose." (G2 veh room?)
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "We
all strive to make the world a better place to live within our individual
capacities."
Jeremy Thomas: ((Sounds
good.))
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Location
of the target, please?"
Travis Kennedy: He
leans forward over the table. "I'm going to give it to you, but I just
want to know what you're using it for. I'm really just curious."
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Surly
you don't expect me to deliver a potent biological weapon into your hands
without verifying where you intend to unleash it?"
Xu Xian [Warehouse, Bronx]: ((G2Veh,
thnx for the scene guys))
Dr. Sonja Kabari: ((Later
Jer and Xu, thank you.))
Travis Kennedy: "So
you're going to research the location? I'm sure that Xu would be interested in
the information you dig up, and it would also help me transport the thing if I
could see it as well." (Thanks. Later!)
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "I'm
going to verify the location is not a technocratic installation."
Travis Kennedy: "So
could you get us that information?"
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "I
will see what's in the archive. What is the location?"
Travis Kennedy: He
nods and tells her the location freely.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "At
what number can you be reached?"
Travis Kennedy: "Do
you know who Myles Jordan is?"
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "I
am familiar with your alter ego."
Travis Kennedy: "Then
this is his number. Do not try and trace it, or I will become upset." He
lists off a cell phone number slowly.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "I
can assure you I've no interest in exposing myself to the unkempt nature of
your lifestyle."
Travis Kennedy: "At
what number may I reach you securely?" He asks, mimicking her own
question, and dismissing her insult.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: (Technobabble
for I don't want to get your cooties. *G*)
Dr. Sonja Kabari: Gives
him a cell number.
Travis Kennedy: (He
really does have them! Don't touch his skin!)
Travis Kennedy: He
remembers her number, then asks, "How secure is that number?"
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "And
by the same token, I expect you to keep that number quite private. Should it be
compromised those you men you mentioned earlier, the ones in the black suites, will
pay you a visit."
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "It
is secure enough."
Travis Kennedy: He
smiles, "Please don't threaten me, or this relationship will never work.
I'll begin to fear you, which will mean that I won't be able to trust you, and
no collaboration will happen at all."
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "As
a matter of course, I don't make threats, Mr. Kennedy. I state facts."
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "It
would be in both our best interests to keep this collaboration private."
Travis Kennedy: He
smiles, but he isn't really amused at all, "That's cute. When you've made
progress, call that number." He stands up.
Travis Kennedy: "So your bosses will get upset if they know you're working
with me?"
Dr. Sonja Kabari: Rises
as well.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "I
have the full confidence of my supervisors, Mr. Kennedy. You however, do not. I
am speaking for your own protection."
Dr. Sonja Kabari: Removes
her phone from a pocket in her purse and flips it open, looking at the message,
and keying a quick reply.
Travis Kennedy: "So
you do not have the ability to reassure them, or you are not going to. That's
fucking great." He starts to walk toward the exit.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "If
you are interested in meeting them I can arrange it." Walking out with him
as she text messages someone.
Travis Kennedy: "Why
the hell would I want to meet them? Nothing I say to them will change who I
am." He slams his way out of the door and starts to slowly head down the
street.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "In
which case, rather than demonstrating your unruly temperament, you should be
grateful I'm not bringing you to their attention, rather than complaining about
it."
Travis Kennedy: "And
she threatens yet again. I'm simply disappointed that you're not going to stand
up for me. Jesus, at least say that I'm doing something useful to protect
society. I'm here, doing the right thing, and making the world a better place,
and you're telling me that I should be hiding from your bosses."
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "You
are over sensitive, Mr. Kennedy. And I am not telling you to hide from anyone.
However, our organization is not designed to directly support the efforts of
reality deviants. If my approval is that important to you, then I'll be sure
and say bravo if you drop the bomb in the right place."
Travis Kennedy: "Thank
you for that, at least... Bye." He continues to walk down the dark street,
in no direction in particular.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: Frowning
down at her phone as she speaks with him.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Good
evening." Stopping to hail a cab.
Travis Kennedy: He
walks off and disappears into the darkness.
Dr. Sonja Kabari: ((Thanks
for the scene. Good night!))
Travis Kennedy: ((You
too. Night!))