[Nexus] SAINT - The Assassin's Guild

[Reinholdt]

S.A.I.N.T.

Society of Assassins, Infiltrators, Ninja, and Terrorists

In the crime riddled town of Riverside, there is an old fashioned, out of date, public phone booth. They say those who enter the booth and punch in the correct numbers are suddenly whisked away down a fast moving elevator, before arriving with a ding at the secret base underneath. A base that sits in a massive underground cavern of no particular interest.

The base itself, seems to have been pulled from a secret agent movie. There's a briefing room, a head office, a big old screen for giant heads to talk out of, a gadget based workshop, and even a training room basically ripped straight out of the X-Men's Danger Room.

This is a place full of murderers, psychopaths, and terrorists, looking to please you.

List of Current Contracts (Player's name in parentheses)

Michalson (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9665476&postcount=259) (Morty) - Kill. At AMEN.
Brendan (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9653986&postcount=235) (Bushranger) - Kill in an absurd fashion.
Ashna (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9653986&postcount=235) (Recaiden) - Kill in an absurd fashion.
Riv (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9653986&postcount=235) (Third Emperor) - Kill in an absurd fashion.
Jack (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9653986&postcount=235) Empty (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9720226&postcount=525)** (Murkus) - Kill in an absurd fashion. Ensure permanent death or removal from Nexus.
The Admiral (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9655291&postcount=245) (Reinholdt) - Find the location of his phylactery.
Gordon (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9653986&postcount=235) (ThePhantom) - Cut out his eye and mail it to Watchtower.
Moff (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9653986&postcount=235) (Moff Chumley) - Tie down and force him to listen to Mraz.
Kirk Locke (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9958035&postcount=828) (RPGsr4me) - Kill with a specific obsidian shortsword that will suck in his soul.
Cessie (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=10097336&postcount=920) (Shadowcaller) - Kill.
Din (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=10121069&postcount=1026) (ielf) - Kill or Remove from Michalson's life. In HALO. Complete???


Membership & Contract Guidelines

To become a member, one must prove their competence or worth in a test of value. They may do this in any fashion they like. It is open-ended. A membership form must also be filled out and given to Anya or another vouching member.
Under no circumstances may members attack other members within the confines of the guild. Doing so may be considered as grounds for dismissal. What you do outside of the guild, however, is your own business, but is probably going to be looked down upon.
Likewise, purposefully interfering with another member's work on a contract will also be punished.
Loiterers and mooches will not be tolerated. SAINT doesn't expect you to go out on every contract, but we do expect some attempt at contributing, even if it's just brewing new poisons, creating gadgets, or training with others. This rule is laxed during dry spells with no or little contracts.
Contracts will not be accepted against members of SAINT.
You may not become a member of SAINT to avoid an already existing contract.
Contracts usually are for assassinations of a particular target, but may also include infiltration, spywork, terrorist attacks, and other similar black-ops. Contracts are not for house sitting or walking your dog.
SAINT does not accept money as an acceptable exchange for the taking of contracts. For lower end jobs, favors are considered the least payment. Usually the person wishing to contract with SAINT must offer something of value. Be it an item of power that they possess, or some of their memories, or emotions, or even giving up part of their own power.
Payment must be in full and up front.
Once a contract is accepted, it will be considered in force until one of two things occur. Either the contract is completed, such as via the target's death, or until the person who made the contract voids it. Otherwise, so long as the person lives, attempts will be made on that person's life.
No refunds will ever be given barring something occurring that makes the contract absolutely impossible to complete. The completion of the contract by someone other than SAINT is not grounds for a refund.
No duration or time limit will be enforced on contracts.
Not all contracts will be accepted. If a mission seems too dangerous or the person hiring cannot provide enough information, SAINT reserves the right to turn you away. We will not take down entire organizations for you.
Members will be rewarded for completing contracts based on their desires. Those members who supported them, perhaps through providing information, or letting them borrow something, will likewise be rewarded. Teamwork is encouraged.
Revealing the source of a contract to anyone who is not a member of SAINT is strictly prohibited.
You have one hour upon entering SAINT with which you will not be attacked by SAINT members for the purposes of contract completion. This rule may be waived in the case of obvious abuse (leaving after an hour and returning immediately).
Former members may be allowed to rejoin on a case-by-case basis, with the permission of the headmaster, and only if they complete a contract as part of their competency test to do so.


Membership Form
Name:
Age:
Sex:
Species:
Specialization:
Power Level:
Power Source:
Other Important Information:

OOC Notes & Rules

No destroying the place, or doing something to it that'll produce a similar effect (for example, no placing a massive time freeze on the entire area forever), unless it's part of an epic plot, and you've run it through me. You're allowed to damage it, but destroying it just takes the fun out of it for all the other players.
No godmoding/godmodding. The occasional mishap's OK, repeated offense isn't.
Please try and keep posts longer than one or two lines of speech. Description is appreciated. One-or-two-liners that don't do much are OK once in a while - but not regularly.
If you want random smashy hahaN00BlulzFun, here's not the place. Anything spammy, random, or just plain annoying, can go! Of course, if your silliness is in moderation and well-roleplayed, and considerate of other players, then welcome in.
Romance/Fanservice is acceptable here, but remember to curtain once it goes past the snuggling stage.
SAINT is something of a secret to everyone. In other words, while the general public remains largely unaware of it, almost anyone with shady connections or informants, questionable morals, or allies with questionable morals, knows about the place. Where it is, how to get there, and what it does. Don't let anything bar you from coming here. It's not hard to overhear one or two NPCs whispering too loudly about this place while in a tavern. PCs should have no trouble getting here.
That said, the elevator and phone booth that brings you to the base resizes for those of... extraordinary girth and size.


The Building

Main Room - That big thing in the middle that everyone flocks to and ignores the entire rest of the base.
Bedrooms - We got em. You can use them.
Briefing Room - Fancy Chairs. Fancy Table. Big old fancy projection screen. Even fancier hologram display imagery.
Anya's Office - She has her own office. For paperwork and stuff.
Kitchen - Food is here.
Alchemist's closet - Poisons are kept here. Try not to confuse the iocane powder for sugar. Walk in closet with a small lab table and equipment for brewing poisons at the end.
Privacy Rooms - For meetings with clients that want security with their conversations. Anti-scrying, magic, and pretty much everything else.
Training Room - Professor X would be ashamed if he knew what the Danger Room was really being used for.
Garage - There are a few tricked out cars for loan to members. Any damages caused will be paid for by that member. Yes, there are tunnels leading back to the surface for driving, but taking the spy-car elevator is much more fun.
Vault - For storage of payments, collateral, or other objects of interest. Access is restricted.
Security Room - Cause sometimes someone decides they don't like you.
Armory - That poison has to go on something.
Infirmary - Filled with anti-toxins, but otherwise pretty basic.


The Cavern itself is large and open, with several secret tunnels leading to Riverside for escape purposes. A few tunnels branch off too, but what lies beyond them is something of a mystery as the maze that they lead to makes survival difficult.


List of Assets
List of Members

Anya Tzepesci (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9589691&postcount=243) - Reinholdt
Pumpkin, What (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9601911&postcount=70) - Lord Magtok
Tebtranlyn Xabaresh Chaeron (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9621957&postcount=146) - apeoflight
Mortius Necriax Dathrii (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9651472&postcount=202) - Earl of Purple
Kal'selthezaar (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9834206&postcount=719) - Kid Kris
Ⓐ (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=10223528&postcount=1068) - Neon Knight
Salesman Unit #627 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=10422639&postcount=1176) - ThirdEmperor


One Month Extension:

Edgar Valentine (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9798145&postcount=653) - ThirdEmperor


Former Members
Removed

Alex (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9596917&postcount=20) - Project_Mayhem
Alkania Danir (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9601573&postcount=68) - Recaiden
Ivaz Erizo (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9601907&postcount=69) - KerfuffleMach2
Dusk Ryder (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9990067&postcount=854) - Haruki-kun
June (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=10055894&postcount=894) - Celtois
Uleryunabil (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9686703&postcount=313) - Chaotic Bob
Nite (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9687091&postcount=321) - RGPsr4me
Merrak (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9611001&postcount=121) - VampireRot
Ghoul (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9598779&postcount=31) - Terumitsu


PermaBanned

Alex
Scar



Henchmen

Moneypenny
Name: Miss Moneypenny
Age: :smallannoyed: A lady doesn't tell.
Sex: female
Species: human
Specialization: Girl Henchfriday
Power Level: npc
Power Source: npc
Other Important Information: Moneypenny is an npc who can be played by anyone. Her loyalty to SAINT cannot be subverted, and she does not leave the base. She can approve applications and membership tests so long as she's not self-roleplayed by the player of the potential member. Attacking or killing Moneypenny in an attempt to prove membership capability results in automatic disqualification.

Personality: She somehow exudes a air of sexuality and stodginess at the same time. While she does engage in flirtatious banter, this will always remain low key and tasteful, and never lead to curtains. As a former naval officer, she has some combat training, which she can call upon if needed to defend herself.

http://forwardtoyesterday.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/miss_moneypenny_by_lois_maxwell.jpg

Available Poison Recipes

Dream Powder (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9665890&postcount=265) - Requires sage, honey, and the blood of a turkey.
Iocane (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9665890&postcount=265) - Requires processed cinnamon and small amounts of snake oil. The stuff from the Princess Bride.
Helix Venom (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9665890&postcount=265) - Requires ground quartz and silver prepared in certain tiny shapes.
Sleepers (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=10121139&postcount=1029) - Tranq dart poison.


Vault - Access highly restricted

Scrying Orb (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9622022&postcount=147) - Scry "Anyone"
Jar (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9644980&postcount=187) (knowledge of this item is restricted)
Poison Recipe orbs (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9666161&postcount=272) - Dream Powder, Iocane, and Helix Venom
Negative Energy Box (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9669783&postcount=277) - Contains Positive Energy source capable of killing people with cancer.
War (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9723301&postcount=531) - Gun capable of bypassing almost any defense. 7 shots remaining. A Holder Object.
Magic Armor (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9777478&postcount=610) - Bullet Proof, Fire Proof, and Explosion Proof
Magic Sword (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9777478&postcount=610) - Can cut through "anything".
Magic Helmet (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9777408&postcount=608) - Turns you invisible. Can't be seen, smelled, or heard.
Lightning Glove (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9807471&postcount=697) - Shoots lightning.
Steel Thermos (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9958810&postcount=838) - Contains 3 imps and a Pit Fiend
5 Obsidian Knives (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9958912&postcount=840) - Can suck in the souls or essence of something when they are killed.
Holy Symbol of Angela (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=10101561&postcount=957) - Has some healing spells and a single resurrection spell.
Black Spell Book (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=10121128&postcount=1028) - Difficult to cast spells. Need to be able to read the book. In a special chaos language.


Accomplished Contract Files
Winslow Warwick (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9662838&postcount=251) (Happyturtle) - Gather files from corporate and mess up office.
Wenomir (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9665602&postcount=260) (Morty) - Beat up
Lauretta (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=10101280&postcount=951) (Happyturtle) - Kidnap and take to Din in HALO.
Vincent (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9807273&postcount=691) (Reinholdt) - Capture and bring to Black Dragon Inn back room.

[Reinholdt]

In the dim light of the briefing room, Anya sat hunched in the chair at the front of the table in the briefing room, staring back at the silhouetted person that was displayed on the giant screen. Tapping her long bony fingers against the dark wood, she speaks in a grating screech that comprises her voice.

"Operations are prepared and ready to commence."
"Good. Our backers will be most pleased."
"Yes. Most convenient that."
"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth Anya."
"I'm all for forwarding our goals, but this unnerves me."
"You always worry too much. This will benefit the organization as a whole. Our backers believe in our cause."
"Hmm... if I could only hope as much. What of operation REG?"
"You know that's classified."
"Everything's classified. That's why I accepted this assignment. So I could stop playing with your cloak and daggers nonsense and actually get something done." :smallannoyed:
"You know we can't afford to act publicly yet."
"I know. I know. But these secrets kept from our own members? It'll be the death of us."
"Is that what your crystal balls said?"
"No. Woman's intuition."
"Ah."
"..."
"Unless there's anything else, commence operation SAINT."
"As you wish Comrade Y."
"Good luck Operative Anya."

The screen flicks off and starts to roll into the ceiling as the dimmed lights come back to full strength. Anya stands slowly, and heads out into a darkened base. Going to the fuse box, she flips a few switches and pulls a big old lever with more strength than should be attributed to an old lady such as herself. The generators whir to life, providing power to the rest of the base, other than the briefing room. Lights flicker on.

SAINT is now operational.

[Project_Mayhem]

There is a rumbling from the elevator as it descends. It opens to reveal a figure clothed entirely in all-encompassing hooded robes, of an ambiguously dark colour.

The figure steps out and looks from left to right, slowly.

[Reinholdt]

Ding! Welcome to SAINT! For all your holiness needs!
The elevator states as it reaches the bottom, also kindly announcing the persons presence to pretty much the whole of the base as it travels through the intercom.

Shortly thereafter, Anya comes hobbling out of her office and into the Main Room.

"Hmm...? What's this? Greetings sirrah." She gives the slightest curtsy, nearly imperceptible with her hunched over nature.
"To what do I owe the honor?"

[Project_Mayhem]

The figure inclines it's head, but does not otherwise move.

Greetings to you. I come seeking admission to your organisation. May I inquire as to whom I'm speaking?

[Reinholdt]

"I am the current head of SAINT, Anya Tzepesci. And you are?" Also the only one here! Guess the construction crew got paid and left.

[Project_Mayhem]

If you will excuse me, I do not wish to reveal my true name at this juncture. One can never be fully certain of one's anonymity. I believe Alex will suffice for the time being. Greetings Anya Tzepesci

The figure extends a hand. The rope falls back to reveal a pristine bone white hand, elegantly shaped, with long black fingernails

[Reinholdt]

Oh geeze. Here starts the wave of Alexeseses again.
Anya will gladly take his hand and shake if that is his intention.

"I suppose that is your prerogative. Do you need an explanation as to how things are done around here, or would you prefer a tape that explains it all for me and saves my throat? The tape self-destructs after being listened to mind you."

[Project_Mayhem]

Alex pauses for a moment

If it is no great hinderance, I would prefer to hear an explanation from yourself. Explosions are ... not particularly to my taste.

Alex's voice is very smooth, and lacks inflection or a discernable accent.

[Reinholdt]

"Who said anything 'bout explosives? It's a time release vial of acid that does it in." Anya shakes her head. As if explosions were the only way to destruct things.

She then goes into a long winded speech, explaining the rules and base as can be read in the first post. I won't repeat it here.

[Project_Mayhem]

...

That is satisfactory. In what manner do you require me to demonstrate my worth? I have no particular preference

Alex still hasn't moved at all, other than the described motions

[Reinholdt]

"Did you not hear me? Are you deaf? Listen to your elders! The test is open ended! You must show competency through your own talents, not through an arbitrary demand I put before you." Anya stares at him with her piercing blue eyes.

"If you acquire assistance in formulating a situation, the training room is useful for just that."

[Project_Mayhem]

There is a mo,entary flicker of red from the hood

I apologise for mishearing. Although I would be surprised if you were my elder. As for the test. I am a skilled combatant, but perhaps a demonstration of my potential for infiltration would be best

There is a rippling noise, Alex's robes flutter, and shift to a shape Anya may find familiar. Alex draws back the hood, and Anya is confronted by an exact double of heelf.

[Reinholdt]

Curse that handsome Heelf! I can't blame you for being a double of him though. :smalltongue:

"Hmm... speak."

[Project_Mayhem]

((Herself rather. I'm using my phone internet, and editing is very difficult))

[Reinholdt]

Was kidding silly. I knew what you meant. :smalltongue:

Anya waits for herself to speak.

[Project_Mayhem]

Alexanya smiles

Like this, deary?

Alex's voice and body language mimics that which Anya has demonstrated so far very accurately

[Reinholdt]

"Yes, that suffices. And don't call me deary you old hag." Anya pulls out a membership form from her robes and offers it to herself.

"Fill this out if you would."

[Lord Magtok]

Riverside Earlier Today, In Some Seedy Bar

Holy ****! You stabbed him! You just stabbed my best friend! Why the **** did you do that?!

Oh dear. Just another failure to properly communicate in the life of a Mr. What Pumpkin. For once it wasn't his fault, that drunk buffoon quite literally ran right into his knife. Unfortunately, when you've got a pumpkin for a head, words just don't come as easily as they should.

He's putting down the knife! Get him!

And even when he tries to apologize, things just seem to continue going horribly wrong for What. About eight or nine drunk goons rush at him, throwing him headfirst into the men's room amidst his frantic attempts to explain himself and the fact that he's just not in a stabbing mood right now, and that they should all seek death elsewhere.

Johnny, you go call the hospital! Rest of youse, don't let that freak get up! Yeah, how you like that, pumpkin-head? I'll show you what happens you stab one of the Ninth Street Knaves!

The one thing you can always count on in these sort of bathrooms is the graffiti, and What notices quite a bit of it as he wordlessly counts down from ten. One of them is rather peculiar, however, in that it goes beyond just a simple phone number, and specifies exactly which phone to use "for a good time". What mentally files this away for later, and just as the goons are starting to consider giving up on him and going back to their drinks, he counts down to zero.

**** HE'S GOT ANOTHER KNIFE! ****!

The men's room is briefly alight with screams, and then silent.

SAINT's HQ, NOW

A man with an orange tie, bloodstain-free suit, and bright orange pumpkin head takes the elevator down to the secret underground cavern. He's carrying what appears to be the bloody, sliced-up remains of a human being in a clear plastic bag, but gods if I know why.

[Project_Mayhem]

Alex reforms. The process is rather grotesque. When the flesh finishes melding, Alex's face has become pale and androgynously beautiful. Elegant bony ridges replace hair. It's eyes are colourless.

Alex then forms a penlike bone from it's right sleeve, and rights in it's own blood

Membership Form
Name: Alex
Age: 950 (aprox)
Sex: I forget.
Species: Vampire
Specialization: Murder. Infiltration. Among others.
Power Level: High, I would imagine
Power Source: Vitae
Other Important Information: Probably

[Reinholdt]

Anya takes the form and glances at it. 950 years old and still named Alex. No wonder there were so many Alexes around. They're the oldest name ever it seems.

"Welcome to SAINT Alex. May your dagger find many gaps in the sternum."

Ding! Welcome to SAINT! For all your holiness needs!
"If you'll excuse me. Anya excuses herself. Alex is free to roam the base at will.

The old crone slips the membership form back into her robes and steps forward to greet What. "Greetings. To what do I owe the honor?"
Hmm... bad choice of words. :smallconfused:

[Project_Mayhem]

I rarely find weapons neccesary, but the sentiment is appreciated.

Alex follows Anya to the entrance. A careful observer would notice that it makes no unneccesary movement at all.

[Lord Magtok]

The pumpkin headed figures nods, and reaches into his suit very carefully, looking for the proper greeting blade. Gee, it sure is convenient that he doesn't have to introduce himself, that'd be so obscenely annoying. Seems like a pretty nice place, aside from being ridiculously ugly for a church.

Why is anyone keeping a church down here, anyways? And shouldn't What have better things to do than explore underground churches? :smallconfused:

[Terumitsu]

A bald-headed woman was the third person who had found this particular place of seedy notice. She was dressed in plain clothes that looke a little grungy and carried with her a large duffle that seemed to be particularly heavy, judging from how the straps were straining. She had obtained an interesting tidbit of information from a rather unscrupulous source that was more in line to what she was used to. Having a part time job at some idiotic shop that only sold black clothes and played bad music was not her ideal form of survival but it was the only company that would hire someone who had a forked tongue in the area. Equal opportunity be damned.

She hadn't noticed a 'No Smoking' sign in the area so she quickly lit up a paper death stick and let the smoke curl upwards as she took a quick puff. If someone here didn't like the smell of niccotine, they would just have to deal for a second.

The woman did think the decor was a bit on the overly dramatic side. Being a pragmatist, she was perfectly entitled to such an opinion.

[Reinholdt]

"Err..." Silent types. Why do assassins always have to be the silent types? :smallannoyed:

"I mean to say, why are you here? Do you wish to join SAINT, or are you here to illicit a contract with us?"

Ding! Welcome to SAINT! For all your holiness needs!
Oh that's going to get annoying before long.
"Greetings. I will be with you in a second, or you may speak to Alex if you wish." Anya motions to the androgynous vampire beside her.

[Project_Mayhem]

Alex has deadtimed though.

Zzzzz

Saves What from stabbing it and getting implaled.

[Terumitsu]

Apparently this one simply needed a prompt before speaking as it had seemed previously that Anya was otherwise occupied. "Is that thing gonna go off every time?" the woman asked, motioning to the ceiling with a thumb. "Yeah, I'm here to join up. Hear there's something of an assesment of abilities so I brought some relevent gear with me in case I needed it. Is there any need for a personal interview or paperwork that I can get out of the way?" the woman asked in a slightly slangy accent. When she referred to 'gear' she lightly shrugged the sholder her duffel bag was hanging on to indicate. Her green eyes definitely had a hardened look to them, thus indicating that she was either a harsh cynic or someone with an applicable background to such work.

Both was also a very probable answer as well.

[Lord Magtok]

Oh jeez, that question is so complicated it's ridiculous. There's no way What has enough blood in that bag to spell out an answer, and it's going to take forever to clean this glove...but he might as well try, right? Besides, that mention of a contract suddenly makes the place sound a lot less churchy, and a lot more of the sort of interesting mystery you can't solve by knifing everyone you see.

Anyways, What reaches into his bag, and dips a finger in some dead guy's throat. He then puts down the bag and holds his other hand out towards the paperwork, trying to get it across that he needs something to write on.

[Reinholdt]

Anya raises an eyebrow at What, but hands him a membership form.
"If you wish to join, fill this out and then do something to show that you're competent at what you do. We have a training room with various realistic holograms and situations that can be set up if required." She eyes the bag. "Though in your case, I think that requirement has been fulfilled." It's a good thing she doesn't get sick easily.

She nods at the woman and hands her a form as well to get the paperwork out of the way. "The same for you. Initiation tapes will be provided to you both."

[Ashen Lilies]

Ding! Welcome to SAINT! For all your holiness needs!
Hey! No! Bad narrator! That's Reinholdt's job!
While the narrator is busy being berated, the elevator comes to a rumbling halt, opening out into the main base. Smoke, thin and gray and smelling vaguely like lemons blooms out of the elevator, billowing dramatically and fading to reveal... nothing.
...
Oh wait, sorry, the narrator was mistaken. There's a rock in the elevator. My bad. The rock wishes to join SAINT.

[Terumitsu]

The woman borrows a pen from where she could find one and sits down to fill out the bit of paper. It was kind of annoying, actually, not being able to simply jack into the local network and uploading the data that way. Speed of thought was magnitudes faster than this. But, sadly, that was not applicable at this moment. Of course, this did not stop her from attempting to detect if there even was a wireless network availible at least. Some sort of link would be appreciable.

Name: 'Ghoul'
Age: 38
Sex: Female
Species: Muse (Human subspecies)
Specialization: Team management, Infiltration and Aquisition, Single and Multiple Target Elimination.
Power Level: Variable.
Power Source: Cybernetics and Minor Genetic Enhancements
Other Important Information: Ex-substance abuser. Has quit most long before breaking into the mecenary career and only smokes out of habit. Heavily enhanced to the point that a third of her total body weight is from cybernetics. All enhancements are sub-dermal, however, so there is no outward tell that they are present unless the effect is actively seen. Calm and cool headed during a mission but displays bouts of anger and can be easily irked outside of combat. Such is a possible sign of post-truamatic stress.

It should be noted that while Ghoul appeared to be in her mid twenties than her later thirties, it should be mentioned it was just a side effect of one of the several useful little bugs swimming around her bloodstream.

((I'm assuming the sheets we fill out are abbreviated version of what the character fills out. Otherwise those last three entries would be terribly meta...))

[Project_Mayhem]

(( Dunno. I wrote them all IC :smallbiggrin:)

Alex is now gliding around the base, having a look. As mentioned, its movement appears to be the absolute bare minimum required to do what it's doing. Its face is almost entirely neutral all the time.

[Reinholdt]

Depends on how you want to play it I suppose. Power Level would be the only one I see a real issue with and can be handwaved as abbreviated IC version of what was put down. You can do the same with the others if you wish.

*stabs KK's narrator* :smallannoyed:

Anya looks at the rock.
...
...
...
She'll attempt to pick up the rock, take out the membership forms from her robes, put the membership forms down on a table and put the rock on top.
Paperweight!

Turning back to Ghoul, she'll take the form back, looking it over for a bit and nodding. "And how would you prefer to demonstrate your competence?" This is like... an IC way to show off! Or something.

[Ashen Lilies]

The rock makes an excellent paperweight.

Meanwhile, a tiefling in a head-to-toe spycatsuit (with goggles!) attempts to sneaksneaksneak through the base.

[Project_Mayhem]

Alex is looking in the infirmary and sneering at the fragility of mortals

[Reinholdt]

If Anya weren't distracted by What, a Rock, and a Ghoul, she probably woulda caught the tiefling. As it is, she's really quite busy.

Course, someone's going to be manning the security room, right?
... Right?
...
This base needs some minions. :smallsigh:

[Ashen Lilies]

Kal will attempt to find some sort of central database room.
*sneaksneaksneak*

[Reinholdt]

That would be Anya's office. Which is, unsurprisingly... locked. There's a keypad next to the door, and a fingerprint scanner.

Which she's going to have to change to something else now that a shapeshifter has been hired.

[Project_Mayhem]

Alex has already noticed this.

Does the sneakling have anything stopping scent or heartbeat? I'm assuming it's good enough to deal with normal human eyes and ears.

[Ashen Lilies]

The suit probably muffles his heartbeat and traps his scent, but not completely, given it's not totally airtight. As a note, he's not invisible. In fact, he's very visible. Kal's good, but not magic, after all.

Kal debates as to whether he should just pull put his iHack and set it on the electronic locks, but decides the old-fashioned way is better. He'll pull the cliche movie trick of throwing some foundation from his disguise gear onto the keypad and fingerprint scanner, which should stick to any leftover grease from Anya's fingerprints. Then he'll attempt to do that tape thing Kris never thought made any sense on the scanner, while tapping the number keys with fingerprints on them. Which Kris also thinks makes no sense. Sure, you know which keys to press, but how do you know what order to press them in!?
Shoulda just used the iHack.

[Project_Mayhem]

... Probably to be a bit mean to say that Alex spots him unless he comes up to it then.

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt agrees that it makes no sense. And while I can buy getting past the fingerprint scanner that way, Kal fails at getting past the numberlock. Especially since a number or two was duplicated in the code specifically to prevent such shenanigans. And the fact that all the numbers are used. Beyond the fact there's no indication of which order to push them in.

I did in fact think of this part ahead of time. :smalltongue:

What does happen is the alarm goes off!
Demon's are assaulting the sanctuary. Demons are assaulting the sanctuary. Repeat. Demons are assaulting the sanctuary.
... No the computer doesn't know who or what Kal is. It's just code. Sanctuary means Anya's office. Gates are for unwanted guests at the front door.

Anya herself sighs. One day and already this was happening? "If you'll pardon me sir, miss."
...
"Rock." It's the Nexus. Don't look at me that way.
*points at Terrance as proof*
Anya turns to head towards the briefing room, beyond which her office lies.

[Project_Mayhem]

Ooh! Taking the threat literally, Alex transforms into a warform

Its robes are destroyed as bone armour and increased muscle mass double its size. After a swift but painful looking realignment of flesh and bone, Alex is left naked, covered in protruding plates of thick, spiked, and bloody bone. It's right hand is formed into a wicked long talon.

It heightens its smell, and sniffs the air.

Probably picking Kal up now.

Edit: Oh, and Alex has no genitals in this form. In case you wondered

[Ashen Lilies]

Kal shakes his fist at the alarm for getting it wrong (Devil! Not Demon! :smallmad:), facepalms, brushes the foundation off the locks, and flees! In a suitably sneaky manner of course. So much for his plan of directly entering himself into the member database. I guess he'll have to prove himself by killing a bunch of NPCs like everybody else.

[Reinholdt]

He could steal a getaway car. Or break into the vault. Or I dunno.
*shrugs*

Anya arrives! She doesn't move very swiftly. Perhaps moreso than her frame would indicate, but certainly not fast enough to easily catch Kal, so hasn't spotted him as he scurries someplace else.
She tests the door to insure that it's locked. Hmmm... what if someone floated through? Well they shouldn't be able to and that wouldn't set off the alarms anyways...
She turns to head towards the security room instead.

Oh that reminds me. There is a wireless network for Ghoul, but it's not public. Need one of those WEPs.

[Ashen Lilies]

Kal attempts to make his way back out through the normal exit. Dealing with any cameras is pretty redundant, since he's unidentifiable in the suit anyway.

[Reinholdt]

In the interest of probable impending deadtimes on both sides, Kal may escape. Though there is What and Ghoul by the Main Entrance/Exit. And Alex might catch Kal first. Dunno.

[Project_Mayhem]

Weell, Alex has celerity. So if it can see Kal, then it suddenly accelerates, blurring slightly, to get in front and cut him off

[Ashen Lilies]

Can it see Kal? I don't know?

[Project_Mayhem]

Alex could spot him if fortune dictates so. I was leaving the vicissitudes of fate up to you

[Ashen Lilies]

Alex probably gets to see the cat-suited figure wave infuriatingly at him as he goes up the elevator and escapes, then. How annoying. :smalltongue:

[Project_Mayhem]

Aha! Waving means eye contact!

With no time to use a complicated application of dominate, Alex calls out 'Return'.

If the compulsion works, Kal will have to obey - however its the weakest application of dominate, and mental shielding or focused resolve can stop it.

[Ashen Lilies]

The goggles! They do something! Or maybe it was Kal's focusedness. Or his near-immunity to magic. But Kal's chances of actually being affected by such a weak compulsion are effectively zero. Sorry. :smallconfused:

[Project_Mayhem]

((No Probs))

Alex watches the elevator rise and calls to Anya

Do you wish me to pursue him?

Alex doesn't deem Kal a threat, so has no interest itself.

[Reinholdt]

Anya returns to the main room where What and Ghoul are.
"No. Whatever he was after, he didn't seem to get."

[Recaiden]

Anchor-plotclone walks into the main room, makes sure her sunglasses are on right, and looks around curiously. "Um...hello."

[Reinholdt]

Ding! Welcome to SAINT! For all your holiness needs!
It's going to be a long day.

Isn't Anchor like 12 or something though?
"Greetings. To what do I owe the honor?"
No, not What. He's over there.

[Recaiden]

You'd think so, but she's clearly at least 17 now. It's that curse of super-rapid aging and super-short lifespan that was put on her back when Town was its own thing.
"Greetings. I just felt like I needed to be here. What is this place? 'All my holiness needs'? What si that supposed to even mean?"

[Reinholdt]

"Holiness is a play on words. It usually means whoever is the target for our assassinations ends with a lot of holes in them. This is SAINT. We specialize in black ops. Mostly wet works."

[Recaiden]

"SAINT. I see. How do I get in, join?" Anchor has rarely, if ever, looked so happy.

[Reinholdt]

Anya explains all the rules in the first post.

"Basically, you have to fill out this form, then prove your competence in a method of your choosing. The training room is available for this purpose." Though no one's bothered with it.

A form gets handed over.

[Recaiden]

Anchor listens attentively, and takes the form. "Yes, thank you sir." She'll hand the form back after a short deadtime

[Project_Mayhem]

Alex also walks into the main room, changing form back to its androgynous self. It is still unclothed, but currently has anime anatomy.

It looks impassively at Anchor as it passes

[KerfuffleMach2]

Another figure walks from the elevator into the main room. She's thin, with very short, almost white hair. She wears knee-high biker boots, fishnet stockings, a plaid mini-skirt, a white button down shirt with only two buttons done, and black half-gloves. She also wears a smirk as she looks around the place.

[Reinholdt]

Ding! Welcome to SAINT! For all your holiness needs!
"Greetings. Are you here to join or to take out a contract?"
Formalities seem to have gone out the window at this point.

[Terumitsu]

A WEP code, eh? Well, having some ability in this field, she did a quick test of how the system handled the basic attacks. The sort like a DNS followed by an attempted injection. Of course, before such a 'hostile' action, she could still bounce a few packets off the network's passcode requirement to find out the number of bits in the actual password. If she was lucky, she could find out the hash code as well.

But back in the physical world, Ghoul gave the two newcomers a look that was vauge enough to just avoid becoming contemptuous. It lasted for only a moment before she returned her attention to Anya. "If it is all the same to you, I would suggest that a standard test of which I would not have any foreknowlege to be ideal for an accurate gauge of my prowess. While I know that such a thing would be rather out of the ordinary as I usually obtain all applicable information possible before engaging a mission, if it is a mesure of combat abilities you want, then that test would be the best choice." she said, keeping her tone level and calm. It was best to err on the side of polite when dealing with a potential employer. Professionalism and all that.

((With all the female applicants, it seems that What will have to add a purple pinstriped suit to his wardrobe soon... Well, maybe not but it is an amusingly disproportionate number.))

[KerfuffleMach2]

Ding! Welcome to SAINT! For all your holiness needs!
"Greetings. Are you here to join or to take out a contract?"
Formalities seem to have gone out the window at this point.

The woman grins. Are you kidding? I'm joining!

Form to be filled later, for I must deadtime now.

[Recaiden]

Alex also walks into the main room, changing form back to its androgynous self. It is still unclothed, but currently has anime anatomy.

It looks impassively at Anchor as it passes

Anchor nods approvingly at Alex. A good choice of shape.

Then she hands a filled form to Anya. Probably with gloves stolen from PACK.
Membership Form
Name: Alkania Danir
Age: 17, counting quickly
Sex: Female
Species: Must be human, I suppose.
Specialization: Stealth, Cities
Power Level: C?
Power Source: The grace of Raitamerasu, and our otherland's realm of the dead.
Other Important Information: That's about it.

"There. Which way to the training room?"

[KerfuffleMach2]

Assuming she gets a form, the woman hands it back, filled out.

Membership Form:
Name: Ivaz Erizo
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Species: Human
Specialization: Interrogation, assassination
Power Level: Don't know
Power Source: Base ability, weapons
Other Important Information: Likes long walks on the beach and stabbing people. Also has large store of weapons at home that can be accessed at any time.

[Lord Magtok]

Main Room

What immediately sets to work, filling out his form as best as he can. For a fellow writing with his blood-coated finger, he's rather talented at not making ugly smudges on the sheet. He also knows precisely how much of the sanguine stuff is needed for each word, writes in a flowing, graceful font that Maggy doesn't have access to on this computer, and finishes in a quarter of the time it should take him. One might get the idea he's done this sort of thing before, is what I'm saying here.


Name: Pumpkin, What
Age: 41.3
Sex: Male
Species: Too personal, will discuss later
Specialization: Wetwork, Urban Environments, Tracking, Blades, Calligraphy.
Power Level: C+
Power Source: Best left for another time
Other Important Information: Verbal communication an impossibility. Majority of pay checks will go towards tailor. Private supply of pumpkins is to be left alone, not consumed or carved into jack o' lanterns.

[VampireRot]

Ah. A telephone booth elevator. A cloaked figure surreptitiously enters. The black-skinned elf glances over the numbers with a scarred eye, putting a finger up to the pad.

...

And promptly realizes he doesn't know the secret combination. He wonders how all the other people who entered earlier knew. Merrak, for it is indeed him, curses in his native tongue, and walks out of the booth. Time to do it the drow way.

Keeping silent and stealthy enough to go unseen by any passerby who is not directly looking for him, Merrak scouts out Riverside and the area around it. His patience is trained, and so he doesn't grow bored in his task. Which is to find the other secret entrances to the underground base. Because the dark elf knows that there are always tunnels leading away from and to underground caverns. And no surface-dweller is going to trick a drow.

Merrak will hopefully find one of the tunnels. What no one really expects when planning their secret bases is the fact that exits and entrances are the same exact thing. In the drow's experience, anyway. With his luck, there's probably an impassible door or guardian. But maybe, just maybe, Merrak can sneak into the base.

[Reinholdt]

Merrak finds a warehouse with no visible means of entry. Not even a window.

I lost you Teru after WEP. I've got a vague idea of what you mean though. Ish. Let's just say it works and you now have teh internets.

Anya gathers up the various forms, slipping them into her robes.
"Let's just all go to the training room and work from there, yes?" She'll lead the way to the Danger Room errr... Dangerous Room! Hah! Take that copyrights!

[Project_Mayhem]

Alex nods and follows. This might be mildly entertaining

[VampireRot]

No visible means of entry? Hmmm... Merrak circles the warehouse, poking and prodding every reachable inch.

If this gives no entry, Merrak smashes at the wall once with his enchanted mace. :smallannoyed: Magicless fighter smash puny walls!

[Reinholdt]

[Riverside Top]

Wall go smash! :thog:
Inside seems to be a mechanism for raising the entire warehouse up. And also a clear tunnel leading down into the ground wide enough to drive a car through. Can't imagine what this is for.

[VampireRot]

[Riverside Top]

Merrak facepalms and glances around to look at the cameras.

There are cameras, right? :smallsigh:

"Not much of a hidden entrance."

The dark elf then, seeing no need to activate mysterious mechanisms, starts down the tunnel!

[Lord Magtok]

What takes a sponge from his suit, wipes his glove's finger down with it, drops his bag of chopped up body parts into the nearest trash can or trash can-esque object, and then follows along with Alex. Even though he's already proven himself, it doesn't matter at all to What. You don't turn down an opportunity to stab something, you just don't.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Ivaz, grinning, follows the group to the training room. She's gonna have some fun.

[Reinholdt]

[Riverside Top]

There are indeed cameras!
And part of the way down the ramp, spikes from the ceiling come crashing down towards Merrak!
Guess there's a few security measures.

[Dangerous Room]
"Alkania or Ivaz? Either of you have something in particular in mind that you wish for the room to emulate?" Since What can't talk and Ghoul isn't going to come up with something herself.

[VampireRot]

Merrak glances up at the spikes, almost lazily. The drow raises his mace over his head to smash the spike that is no doubt above him, while stepping and twisting his body to position himself so he isn't skewered. He's trained to take the whole situation in with foresight in a glimpse, so his dodge is quite accurate.

If its a portcullis trap, he jumps forward, then skids back to put his back to the portcullis.

[Recaiden]

Anchor nods and follows Alex and what to the Danger(ous) Room. "Not as such, no."

[Reinholdt]

[Ramp of doom]

Not a portcullis. Merrak defeats the spikes! And presumably travels onwards.
...
Is that oil that's filling this tunnel and making things really slippery? :smallconfused: :smalleek:

[Dangerous Room]
"Fine fine. Everyone who's participating go down to the floor. Everyone who's not, stay up here in the control room."
She waits for that to happen and then speaks over the intercom.
"Here's the situation. You're all attending a dinner party with a variety of other guests. Each of you will have one target you need to assassinate. When all the targets are assassinated, you'll have succeeded. However, you'll all be in hologram disguises, so not immediately aware of who your teammates are. Furthermore, a sniper is watching the dinner party and his goal is to find each of you and shoot you, so you must be discreet. Windows make hiding from the sniper in a windowless room impossible. Any questions?"
This is starting to sound a lot like that game Reinholdt can't remember the name of cause it was still in alpha or beta when he heard about it.

[VampireRot]

[Ramp of Doom]

Merrak bends over to get some oil on his finger and look at it.

"... Who would put this stuff in a tunnel meant for escape vehicles?"

Logic! The drow snorts and begins stepping more carefully, yet still continuing. He really doesn't have any tricks to use in case of a fire... Merrak constantly scans the walls, ceiling, and floor with his infrared eyes, trying to find any heat abnormalities that might give away a trap's position.

[Lord Magtok]

What steps down into the Dangerous Room.

Disguises, nifty. Usually he either relied on not being seen by anyone or by simply being too bizarre-looking to get reported. When those failed, he's found that he can outmatch most everyone fairly easily in a melee fight, run pretty fast when guns are involved, and take a ridiculous amount of punishment, so long as his suit and head are at least partially intact.

[Project_Mayhem]

Having already auditioned, and not caring to demonstrate all of its capabilities, Alex stands next to Alya and watches

You consider a rifle bullet to the cranium a hazard?

[Recaiden]

[Dangerous Room]

"Understood." Anchor walks down onto the floor, thinking. Probably some poison would be best, and if she's ready for the sniper that's no problem...

[KerfuffleMach2]

[Dangerous Room]

Any collateral restrictions? Also, does it have to be a quiet assassination?

Disguises are nothing for her. She can hide anytime she wants, as long as there are shadows about. And there are always shadows about.

[Reinholdt]

[Ramp of Doom]

Oh definitely there's fire waiting. There's a trip wire leading into the wall where flame throwers wait. Obviously Merrak is supposed to trip and slid down the oil into the trip wire which will then burn him crispy.
Even more oil floods the tunnel floor.

[Dangerous Room]
Off the intercom, Anya replies. "You DON'T consider getting shot hazardous?" :smallconfused:

Back on the intercom, Anya also replies! "Collateral damage is allowed, though killing your own teammates will make things that much more difficult. Of course the louder you do things with greater collateral, the more chance the sniper will figure out who you are and kill you. Because the sniper doesn't know you by face, just that you're here."

[VampireRot]

[Ramp of Doom]

Merrak snorts. A trip wire? Who did they think they were? No magic, no pressure tiles?

...

The dark elf cautiously scans the floor again. Then again. Concluding that the trip wire was the only thing there, he carefully steps over it. And then is on his way again, still moving slowly to look for traps.

[Project_Mayhem]

Still entirely impassive, Alex replies

I am dead. My internal organs are all entirely redundant. I can reshape my format will. What is a bullet going to do to me other than slow me down while I regenerate?

[KerfuffleMach2]

[Dangerous Room]

Ivaz grins and waves a hand. Ah, I'm not worried bout the sniper. I just need to know if it has to be a precision job. You know, like one where nobody knows for three days or whatever.

[Recaiden]

[Dangerous Room]

"I think as long as they die, that's enough."

[Reinholdt]

[Ramp of Doom]

Well the point is that you're standing in oil! Slip dang you! SLIP! :smallmad:
Oh well.

[Dangerous Room]
"Well that's your choice. But I personally wouldn't ignore holy disintegrating bullets mister quick to judge. Are you here to contribute or just criticize and go on about your power?" :smallannoyed:

Anya speaks into the speaker again. "As she said, so long as they die, that's enough."

[VampireRot]

[Ramp of Doom]

A drow? Slipping in oil he knows is there? Please. There's a better chance of Rot curtaining with someone.

...

>.>

Merrak makes his way down the tunnel, searching for traps!

[KerfuffleMach2]

[Dangerous Room]

Ivaz claps her hands together. Alright! I'm ready to go, then.

[Lord Magtok]

Dangerous Room

What nods, and waits for the trial to begin.

[Recaiden]

[Dangerous Room]

Alkania nods, ready for the test.

[Hyozo]

Ding! Welcome to SAINT! For all your holiness needs!

The elevator doors open, and Hyozo walks into the base in his usual form. "Perhaps my informants were mistaken," he says with a grin "but I believe I've heard that this is the base of an organization which may be of interest to me."

[Terumitsu]

['Peril Chamber']

That was all it took to get inside? Well, it was true that she had superior hardware but at the same time she expected more resistance. Perhaps she was more used a world of overtechnolisaion that simply was not present here.

With the passcode now in hand, she took to gauging what else the network had on it. Files and other information that might be useful and all.

All this might be a good reason why she was not saying so much in the physical world althought she did give a look at the shape-shifter. She truly doubted that such a thing was unkillable but she allowed for 'highly resistant' at least. Of course, how one would rid themselves of something was the question. Now, it might seem that Ghoul was plotting against Alex yet she was only following up on her typical threat-assesment excersises. She had been in more than one situation where an 'ally' was not who they claimed to be. That and having a plan for such an occasion was never a bad idea. Quite often, should one encounter a being of similar ability and aptitude, a 'backup plan' such as that came in handy for dealing with others as well.

Nonetheless, Ghoul would need a moment before she would be ready for the testing. Depending upon if the tests were on an individual basis or not would be a good tell of if she had the time or not to get ready. It would only take roughly five to ten minutes tops, though.

[Reinholdt]

Another day another elevator ding.
"I suppose I should handle this." Anya says, reaching into her robes. A short time later, a particularly perceptive person might notice a slight glow emanating from them. Anya splits into three people and two of them wander off.
IC justification for plot clones. I finally has it.

[Ramp of Doom]
But... but... it's everywhere!
Curses.
Anyways, Merrak makes it down to the bottom, where there's a garage of neat cars, a few other tunnels leading out that are likely not as trapped, and one Anya. "Most people just come down the elevator you know?"

[Main Room]
Anya greets Hyozo. "Oh, how so? Are you looking to participate or to hire?"

[Control Room]
The test can be individualized and prepared for she informs Ghoul, since she's interested. While Ghoul prepares herself, Anya starts up the program for the other participants.

[The Internets]
Doesn't hold a lot of useful files or info or connections to the base itself interesting enough. If Ghoul digs particularly deep, she'll note that may be because there's a separate, hidden network for that particular purpose. The network she's on is just to get to google and lolcats.

[Testing]
The Dangerous Room starts up!
What is disguised as the red:
http://ts4.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=274984408247&id=314a04371691f21f230a0e806f9cc9e5&index=ch1

Alkania gets the blue:
http://ts1.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=258378699636&id=48c94ada055c2e9441734934a50ce68b&index=ch1

And Ivaz gets on the heretofore unknown green:
http://ts3.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=281289958794&id=ee8b4812fd4fd2e0382dca2608d5f507&index=ch1

None of their disguises come with any of the cool equipment that might ordinarily come with such a thing. Despite the colours, they are still on the same team. In addition, at the dinner party is:

Red Scout
Red Soldier
Red Demoman
Red Heavy
Red Engineer
Red Medic
Red Spy
Blue Scout
Blue Soldier
Blue Pyro
Blue Demoman
Blue Heavy
Blue Engineer
Blue Medic
Green Scout
Green Soldier
Green Pyro
Green Demoman
Green Heavy
Green Medic
Green Spy


What is given a small piece of paper with his target (Red Medic).
Alkania is given a small piece of paper with her target (Blue Heavy).
Ivaz is given a small piece of paper with her target (Green Soldier).
After looking at these papers, they disintegrate.

Everybody is mingling in a friendly, not kill each other manner. Don't give away your goal and position to the snipers outside!

[Project_Mayhem]

[Ramp of Doom]
[Dangerous Room]
"Well that's your choice. But I personally wouldn't ignore holy disintegrating bullets mister quick to judge. Are you here to contribute or just criticize and go on about your power?" :smallannoyed:

My apologies, I appear to have offended you again. English is not my first language, and I haven't been especially social for the last two centuries. I don't mean to boast. I merely would have thought that you would be interested in ascertaining the relative strengths and weaknesses of your candidates. Is there any way you would prefer me to contribute?

Alex of course speaks in the same neutral tone of voice.

[Reinholdt]

My apologies, I appear to have offended you again. English is not my first language, and I haven't been especially social for the last two centuries. I don't mean to boast. I merely would have thought that you would be interested in ascertaining the relative strengths and weaknesses of your candidates. Is there any way you would prefer me to contribute?

Alex of course speaks in the same neutral tone of voice.

"You could always run a sniper if you wanted." She points at little pod room that rotates around the Dangerous Room's wall. "You won't be able to hear them speaking or anything."

[Project_Mayhem]

Alex nods.

Ranged weapons are not exactly a specialisation of mine, but I will certainly oblige if it is helpful to you.

It walks over to the pod area, and looks around.

[Reinholdt]

[Pod]

There's a seat for sitting down and joining the virtual simulation and all that. Basic stuff.
...
If you consider that basic.

[Project_Mayhem]

When Alex grew up, technology was a lot more basic.

It comes back out.

I am ... unfamiliar with the machinery in operation here

[Reinholdt]

"Press the start button. The one marked start. The rest is intuitive."

[Lord Magtok]

Testing

What casually leans against a wall with drink in hand, pretending to sip from it every now and then. Were it not for his inability to speak the gas mask on his face, he'd probably be idly chatting about instead of pretending to...

Wait. He can't drink with the gas mask on either, can he? Well this is annoying. Better find where the Red Medic's standing around and start watching his movements. Maybe there's a bathroom in the area that can hide a body.

[Project_Mayhem]

Alex returns to the pod. It sits down and presses the start button.

That was easy

[Recaiden]

[Testing]

Alkania goes to join the friendly, not-killing anyone yet mingling of the rest of the blue team, shaking hands with the Heavy as she introduces herself under a fake, spy-related name. No sense letting the target think clearly.

[Terumitsu]

[Dangerous Room]

Ghoul took note of the network but decided it would be left for future study. As for getting ready, she decided that all she really needed at the moment would be her usual setup of firearms and tactical defense gear, specifically a heavily modified shotgun, a machine pistol, and a very tricked out tactical armor that seemed more of an enamel than an actual bit of defence gear. The duffel bag was still quite full, apparently amounting to an interesting bag of tricks, it seemed, and was left in a corner so as to be unobtrusive.

"Right, so we just need to eliminate the given target? No bonus points for finess or whatever?" Ghoul asked, making sure as to the terms. Because if it was that easy, then she could just chuck a grenade or two in the area and be done with it. Well, if these were actual targets she would but as that certain resource was running low at the moment, she would likely just shoot them. Or punch their faces in. Having subcutanious armor ment that she litteraly had fists made of steel... With a skin glove on top, of course.

[Reinholdt]

[Dangerous Room]

"And not get shot as a result of your actions, yes." Go in guns a blazing, and your chances of getting shot are very, very high.

[Testing]
Heavy nods and politely greets Alkania.
"Can you believe that last match? Pyro was look *fwoosh*, and then Sniper was like Bang! and then someone sapped the sentries." The teams are intermingling with each other.

What can find red medic easily enough with some looking around. There is a public bathroom here too, though it has windows for snipers to look in as well. Guess they don't believe in privacy.

[Pod]
Alex is now a [insert colour here] sniper! Each of the three snipers only has one shot though, so make sure you have the right target. He can switch between the three if he wishes.

[VampireRot]

[Ramp of Doom]
But... but... it's everywhere!
Curses.
Anyways, Merrak makes it down to the bottom, where there's a garage of neat cars, a few other tunnels leading out that are likely not as trapped, and one Anya. "Most people just come down the elevator you know?"
[Ramp of DoooOoOoOOOOoooooOOom!]


"Most people know the entry code, apparently. Anyway, there was something about proving yourself, and sneaking through a rear entrance is always good. Would've been better if there were no cameras, I suppose. The name's Merrak, and you are?"

Merrak eyes Anya up and down, his scarred eyes and vacant expression giving no hints to his thoughts as he sizes her up. He gestures vaguely with a heavy spiked mace while saying this, handling the steel weapon with practiced ease.

[Terumitsu]

[Dangerous Room]

"I see. Well, can I make a request for when I enter? May I have a small quantity of Magnesium Hydroxide? And if chemistry isn't your thing, no it's not a poison." Ghoul said. Regardless of if the request is granted, Ghoul would enter the simulation upon receiving the answer and possibly the compound. Well, she would grab a spraycan-like object from her bag as well as what appeared to be two grenades. Apparently she had a plan of sorts.

[Lord Magtok]

Dangerous Room

What looks up towards the ceiling in the main room where everyone's gathered, and also lets his newly-found eyes wander towards any light-switches in the area, before he makes his way towards that bathroom. Got to know every last detail of your environment, lest some unknown variable spring up and ruin everything.

[Recaiden]

[Testing]

Alkania nods. "Someone, yes. >.>. If only the medic had been there in time..."

[Reinholdt]

[Garage of Cars]

Oh right. There was supposed to be some sort of boss fight with that rusty tow truck from Cars.
Well you lucked out Merrak.

"Anya Tzepesci. Why have you come here?"

[Dangerous Room]

"Certainly." Ghoul gets her Magnesium Hydroxide.
A new challenger approaches!
An orange team is suddenly added. Ghoul is the Orange Demoman and must kill the Orange Scout.

What notices that the light switches is one of those 4 switches things. Though if he switches them all off I'm sure the lights will go.
Inside the bathroom, there's regular old urinals and stalls. The window sees down the row, so there are blind spots next to the stalls or in them.

At the conversation:
"Yeah, where were you anyways?"
"I told you! I was going for the flag!"
"You're a medic!"
"But... but..."

[VampireRot]

[Garage]

Merrak would kick that hillbilly truck's exhaust pipe! :smallmad: But I guess it got lucky this time.

"To join the organization, of course. I can sneak around awfully good, and when I hit things they generally don't get up."

Despite this rather primitive job resume, the drow's eyes are the eyes of a killer. Or some other cheesy characteristic that makes him look dangerous. Tonsils of death, razor-shard abs, I dunno.

[ThirdEmperor]

The man formerly known as Prince walks into the phone booth, dials the number and is lowered into the base. He strides up to the front desk and rings for service. (If there is no bell he puts one on the desk and rings it.)

[Terumitsu]

[Dangerous Room]

Ghoul looked around to her 'Team members' to locate this Scout, painting him with an indicator in her HUD upon finding them. Then, she would go about checking out the bathrooms as it was no small part of her plan. It might sound like an odd plan but there was some rhyme to the nonsensical.

Assuming that she sees the same thing that What sees, she decides to give What a short nod before looking at the windows to see if they were two-way devices, pulling out her spraycan-object as she does so. In reality, she had expected to use it as a possible diversion but this would work just as nicely once she knew that she could see anyone looking through the thing if needed.

[Reinholdt]

Ding! Welcome to SAINT! For all your holiness needs!

Anya greets Prince.
"Greetings. How may I help you today?"

[Garage]

"Sign this please."
Merrak gets a membership form.

[Dangerous Room]
Seeing through the window outside seems to be difficult as it's nearly black out there.

[VampireRot]

[Garage]

Merrak takes the membership form and takes a ballpoint pen out of... somewhere.



Name: Merrak
Age: 260 years
Sex: No thanks Male
Species: Dark Elf
Specialization: Stealth and hitting things
Power Level: ???
Power Source: Pure muscle and steel
Other Important Information: N/A


He hands it back!

[ThirdEmperor]

I would like to take out an assassination contract on myself.

[Terumitsu]

[Dangerous Room]

Well, if that was the case, then Ghoul would have to be quick with this 'coating.' Once she was sure there was nobody on the outside, checking by peering closely through the window, she would paint over the glass with a strange substance from the spraycan. It was an interesting little tool that allowed one to place an LCD screen upon any flat surface where it would remain for an hour before drying out completely and crusting away. She linked up to the screen so it would display to those outside a picture of an empty bathroom once she issued a certain command via wireless.

While she was here, she also took to locking each stall save for one. This would be rather importaint for later. Depending on the type of stall, she would either be able to twist the lock closed from the outside or have to take the route of crawling under each wall. Of course, she would make sure nobody was in the stalls before she began. Otherwise things would be rather messy very quickly.

[ApeofLight]

[Main Room]

Tebtranlyn comes down from the surface. He has connections. A lot of connections. He needed something to do with his spare time and he could use some of the resources they had here.

So, he steps out of the elevator into the main room and looks around.

[KerfuffleMach2]

[Testing]

After spending a bit of time mingling (and searching for booze), Ivaz starts to set her plan in motion. Her first step is to find shadows. Maybe there's a table with tablecloth around? There's sure to be shadows under one of those.

[Project_Mayhem]

((I'm pretty sure that spray painting a window counts as suspicious enough for a BOOM headshot, or even a thanks for standing still wanker. I'll waitr for Rein on this, but I'm pretty sure sniper Alex should be able to spot that))

[Reinholdt]

[Garage]

"Welcome to SAINT."
Anya states, taking the form back from Merrak and letting him go along as he pleases.

[Client Meeting]
"... Sir, we're not exactly in the assisted suicide business. Why don't you just kill yourself?" :smallconfused:
Anya asks of Prince.

[Entrance]
Ding! Welcome to SAINT! For all your holiness needs!
Anya greets Teb. "Hello. How may we help you today?"

[Testing]
There is a table with punch and those little sandwiches and some crackers and cheese. There is a limited amount of booze as well. There's also various other regular looking furniture that's generally not intruding. But yes, there are shadows by the table.

And yeah... just cause it's dark out there and you can't see the snipers very well cause all the lights are on and stuff, doesn't mean they aren't out there watching you. Spray painting the bathroom window would definitely call a great deal of attention to yourself for getting shot. On the upside, the guns aren't lethal at all and simply electronically tell the disguise hologram that's being worn to create a bunch of blood so that you know you're dead and out. Armor and stuff doesn't help much against being electronically tagged though. Just not getting tagged works. Don't get tagged!

[VampireRot]

[Garage]

"Thanks. I'm guessing there is a lack of jobs at the moment?"

Merrak puts on a sarcastic smile as he makes his way into the main base. He'll go to... I dunno. The main room. If the testing thing allows for viewing, he'll somehow get to a place where he can watch.

[Reinholdt]

[Garage]

"Thanks. I'm guessing there is a lack of jobs at the moment?"

Merrak puts on a sarcastic smile as he makes his way into the main base. He'll go to... I dunno. The main room. If the testing thing allows for viewing, he'll somehow get to a place where he can watch.

"Correct." Anya goes away. The testing thing does allow for viewing. Otherwise, how would Anya watch. :smalltongue:
Just don't press any random buttons. :smallannoyed:

[VampireRot]

[Viewing room]

Merrak watches with interest. His hands stay far away from the buttons, because he's smart enough to know not to push buttons. Period. :smallannoyed:

"Hm... Quite a complex simulation. Interesting."

The drow, however, has no way of knowing who's who. Heck, he wouldn't know who the members were even if there were no disguises.

Unless there is something that clearly labels them visible to Merrak.

[Recaiden]

[Testing]

"I suppose he was just trying to help." Totally not sarcastic there. She's trying to think of a way to kill someone else and pin it on the Blu target.

[ApeofLight]

[Garage]

"Welcome to SAINT."
Anya states, taking the form back from Merrak and letting him go along as he pleases.

[Client Meeting]
"... Sir, we're not exactly in the assisted suicide business. Why don't you just kill yourself?" :smallconfused:
Anya asks of Prince.

[Entrance]
Ding! Welcome to SAINT! For all your holiness needs!
Anya greets Teb. "Hello. How may we help you today?"

[Testing]
There is a table with punch and those little sandwiches and some crackers and cheese. There is a limited amount of booze as well. There's also various other regular looking furniture that's generally not intruding. But yes, there are shadows by the table.

And yeah... just cause it's dark out there and you can't see the snipers very well cause all the lights are on and stuff, doesn't mean they aren't out there watching you. Spray painting the bathroom window would definitely call a great deal of attention to yourself for getting shot. On the upside, the guns aren't lethal at all and simply electronically tell the disguise hologram that's being worn to create a bunch of blood so that you know you're dead and out. Armor and stuff doesn't help much against being electronically tagged though. Just not getting tagged works. Don't get tagged!

Teb looks at her and sighs. " I'm here to join. "

[ThirdEmperor]

Realizing he missed Anya's reply, Prince undeadtimes. Oh no, I'm not trying to commit suicide. My hobby is hiring people to assassinate me and then trying to outwit them. In exchange for this contract I will offer my services to your guild, I am an excellent assassin myself and I can imagine such a new organization could use more members.

[Terumitsu]

[Dangerous Room]

Well, if that was not to be a proper way to go about things, then perhaps Ghoul could still salvage a bit of her plan. Even if painting the windows would not work, she could at least lock the other restroom stalls. At worst, that would just look like a silly prank on it's own.

After finishing that, she would then go out and again locate her target, specifically to see what this Scout was doing at the moment and weather or not he had a drink with him.

[KerfuffleMach2]

[Testing]

Ivaz smiles to herself.

Perfect...

Still chatting it up with others, she casually makes her way to the table. Looks like she's headed for the sandwiches. Mmm...sandwiches.

[Reinholdt]

[Viewing Room]

[Viewing room]

Merrak watches with interest. His hands stay far away from the buttons, because he's smart enough to know not to push buttons. Period. :smallannoyed:

"Hm... Quite a complex simulation. Interesting."

The drow, however, has no way of knowing who's who. Heck, he wouldn't know who the members were even if there were no disguises.

Unless there is something that clearly labels them visible to Merrak.
There are in fact indicators to help show who is who. Wouldn't help to confuse the ones running the simulation, would it?
Well... it might depending on who you were.
"State of the art."

[Meeting]

Realizing he missed Anya's reply, Prince undeadtimes. Oh no, I'm not trying to commit suicide. My hobby is hiring people to assassinate me and then trying to outwit them. In exchange for this contract I will offer my services to your guild, I am an excellent assassin myself and I can imagine such a new organization could use more members.
"Uh-huh." Anya says, giving the Prince an odd look.

"Unfortunately, it is thoroughly against our policies to take out contracts against our members." Rule #5!

[Main Entrance]

Teb looks at her and sighs. " I'm here to join. "
"And you find this depressing? Well... ok... here's a form. There's also an open ended entrance exam."

[Dangerous Room]


[Dangerous Room]

Well, if that was not to be a proper way to go about things, then perhaps Ghoul could still salvage a bit of her plan. Even if painting the windows would not work, she could at least lock the other restroom stalls. At worst, that would just look like a silly prank on it's own.

After finishing that, she would then go out and again locate her target, specifically to see what this Scout was doing at the moment and weather or not he had a drink with him.


[Testing]

"I suppose he was just trying to help." Totally not sarcastic there. She's trying to think of a way to kill someone else and pin it on the Blu target.


[Testing]

Ivaz smiles to herself.

Perfect...

Still chatting it up with others, she casually makes her way to the table. Looks like she's headed for the sandwiches. Mmm...sandwiches.
The bathroom stall doors are now locked. The Orange Scout is currently talking to Red Engineer. He has some punch with him and is close to the snacks table.

Meanwhile, Blues are getting into an argument.
"Yeah, well he shoulda helped by doing his job!"
"I was doing my job!"
"Your job is healing, not flag grabbing!"
"Why can't I do both?"
"YOU WEREN'T DOING BOTH!"
"Totally was!"
"Was not!"
It's getting silly and the rest of the blues are backing away a bit, looking for somewhere else to go.

[Project_Mayhem]

((So did Ghoul spray the windows? If so, Alex BLAMS her. However, I was away, so I guess I'm fine with that being retconned or whatever))

[Reinholdt]

((So did Ghoul spray the windows? If so, Alex BLAMS her. However, I was away, so I guess I'm fine with that being retconned or whatever))

She did not. She was able to stop her actions because she stated "Once she was sure there was nobody on the outside,". She was unable to determine that, so decided against it and just locked the bathroom stalls.

[Recaiden]

That's a fair idea, other Blus. Alkania walks over to the punch table, keeping an eye on the medic and the heavy.

[Project_Mayhem]

((That's fine. I had a confused.))

Alex continues sighting the gun. It's getting booored.

[ThirdEmperor]

Well then, I will simply join after the contract expires. And since I know you want payment up front, I will pay with this. Price says, withdrawing a crystal orb from his pouch and placing it on the desk. I would also, of course, request that the contract expires after a week.

[Reinholdt]

[Testing]

Well Alex, Blue Heavy just punched Blue Medic in the face. That might be something.

[Meeting]
"I'm not very fond of this idea at all. If you want to practice outwitting others, we have a training room that you can use with other members, as well as a cavern outside."
Anya glances at the orb Prince put out. "What's it do?"

[Project_Mayhem]

Alex watches the heavy. It sincerely hopes that wasn't a fellow assassin.

[The Alexandrian]

30 Minutes Ago

"This is Echo-6 requesting all wings report in."
"Echo-7 reporting in sir."
"Echo-8 I'm not dead yet, sir."
"Echo-9 status normal sir."
"Good, continue with the mission."

Four planes soar over a train carrying a high level official. It is moving over a hill quite rapidly. Everything seems to be normal except...

"This is Echo-9 to flight commander, is it just me or did my radar just locate a ship coming in low?"
"That's not all flight lead, a man just launched himself into the air from the rear of the train."
"This is PTV to Echo flight, we have just recieved a message that a bomb is somewhere on this train, requesting immediate evac."
"Alright flight, set down and prepare for immediate evac of the parcels and people on the train."
An ominous vessel descends from above. The Echo flight consists of military escort vessels with class B weapons systems and cargo bays which limit their dogfighting capacities. The other unidentified vessel is a one-man fighter with class A weapons systems. It's sleek design allows it to reach speeds of around Mach 2. It is heavily armored as well.
"Unidentified vessel, you are in restricted airspace, leave immediately!"
"Can't do that *******."
"We've got a hostile, break formation and prepare to engage."
"Roger. Preparing to engage."
The unidentified vessel begins to open fire on the Echo flight. Despite their greatest efforts, the Echo squadron is slowly picked off. Rubble crashes to the ground as they explode into flames.
"Echo flight, Echo flight are you there we need immediate..."
The comms go dead with static as the train bursts into flames.
------------------------
Currently

A man begins to descend down the elevator shaft into the base. He is sporting a black-plated robotically enhanced stealth suit with a helmet whose visor is a tint of sanguine red. He has no visible weapons on him, though it is evident that his suit has weapons systems integrated into it. He growls as the elevator descends, something about music in relations to elevators and how horrifying it is that such a thing exists.

[Lord Magtok]

[Testing]

Well Alex, Blue Heavy just punched Blue Medic in the face. That might be something.

What tries to wordlessly intervene and stand between the two combatants, expecting to be hit by a wayward fist and give the Red side an excuse to get offended and involved in this ruckus.

[ApeofLight]

[Main Room]

Teb shakes his head. " No it's just been a long day is all. " He says taking the form and quickly filling it out.


Name: Tebtranlyn Xabaresh Chaeron
Age:115
Sex: Male
Species: Drow
Specialization: Long distance and close assassinations, poisons, stealth, blind fighting, some arcane magic
Power Level: around a B
Power Source: Training, poison, magical items, arcane magic
Other Important Information: Do not waste my time. I am better than most of you by birth right.

And hands it back to Anya. " There. Now what examine? "

[ThirdEmperor]

It's a scrying orb, lets you spy on anything you can name, and is almost entirely unblockable. As for using a training room, half the point is that the attack could come at any time.

[Terumitsu]

[Dangerous Room]

If he had a drink then all she had to do was wait. Deciding to spend a little time doing so, she casually made her way over to the area where the alchoholic drinks were being served, making sure to palm the magnesium hydroxide at the ready. Until she knew that the Scout had finished his current drink, she would wait and make plesent small talk when she could. Blending being an importaint thing to do and all.

Of course, by palming, that means she had it ferrited away in her hand or slightly down her sleeve so that it could be poured into something without notice.

[Reinholdt]

[Main Room]

"It's open ended... Tebtranlyn." Anya says after looking at the form. "How you want to prove your competence is up to you."

Ding! Welcome to SAINT! For all your holiness needs!
The elevator arrives with Helmet Man. Anya is talking to Teb, but turns to the man and gives a quick, "Hello, be with you in one second."

[Testing]

Blue Heavy looks like he's just about to be held back, when Blue Medic calls him a Red. Blue Medic throws off the others and rushes forward, about to hit an intruding What when a shot rings out.
Blue Heavy falls over dead as one of the CPU snipers wastes his bullet.
The entire dinner party falls silent.

Orange Scout chokes on his drink, the only noise currently being made.
Then a green talks.
"Sniper. That guy never knows how to relax." They all agree and go back to what they were doing, Blue Medic standing up from his position.

Orange Scout heads over to get a new drink, having accidentally spilled his.

...
*double checks something*
...
Oh. It was Blue Heavy that Alkania was trying to kill. Not the Blue Medic.
Oops. :smallannoyed: :smallsigh:
Well that's a win for her. Snipers will just have to be more careful in the future.
3 shots remain, at least one of which is Alex's.

[Meeting]
Anya frowns.
"Very well. I am warning you however, that I will not devote unnecessary resources towards your contract, nor will I particularly push it. If one of our members wishes to go after you, they shall. However, we are still gathering up our initial members, so you may wish to wait. It is up to you."

[KerfuffleMach2]

[Testing]

Ivaz stands by the table with the sandwiches, watching the fight breaking out. She takes off a glove to grab a sandwich, and "accidentally" drops it.

Oops.

She crouches down to grab it.

And doesn't come back up.

Because she slid right into the shadow beneath the table, disappearing into it.

[Recaiden]

[Testing]

Not exactly what she was planning, but it works. Alkania gets herself a cup of punch, and...looks for an exit, shaking her head at the sniper's rash action. "Poor guy."

[ThirdEmperor]

Very well. I would request that you inform your agents that I am offering a completion bonus to anyone who actually manages to kill me. This book. Prince says, pulling it out a book from his pouch. This book contains several hundred thousand years worth of knowledge, including a dozen or so rituals of ultimate power.

[VampireRot]

[Viewing Room]

"Interesting..."

Merrak watches with interest. If the indicators are user-friendly enough, he should know that the heavy killed was a target.

[Lord Magtok]

Testing

What immediately wanders away from the BLU corpse, intent on not sticking out like a big ol' red pyro in a congregation of BLU folks. While it's apparently good to look like one isn't out to stir up a fight, it's also not a good idea to be doing anything too out of the ordinary, so What will try to get back to his "team" before the snipers start wondering why he got involved.

[ApeofLight]

[Main Room]

"It's open ended... Tebtranlyn." Anya says after looking at the form. "How you want to prove your competence is up to you."

Ding! Welcome to SAINT! For all your holiness needs!
The elevator arrives with Helmet Man. Anya is talking to Teb, but turns to the man and gives a quick, "Hello, be with you in one second."

[/COLOR]

Teb raises an eyebrow. " Really? Well first of all I'm a noble drow from house Xar'Cha. Second, I can think of at least a dozen ways to kill you right now with only half of them being easily traced back to me. Third just give me a target and they will be dead. "

[Reinholdt]

[Viewing Room]
The screens are quite user friendly.

[Main Room]
"Impressive. Claims. Tests are not just a bragging contest. Do something to prove your worth. There are no contracts as of yet, so I will give you no targets." The contract is still kind of in the making.

[Meeting]
"So you're telling me you have a book of near ultimate knowledge that complete with at least twelve ways to get ultimate power? Why would you even bother taking a contract out on yourself then? You know there would be nothing any of our agents could do against such a force. Unless you're willing to allow me to make it more sporting, rather than a one way show of force and skill, I'm going to have to decline this contract."

[Testing]
There is an exit. Of course, trying to leave before all the participants have completed their mission could get you shot. Teamwork!
Or not, if you just sneak up to the door and rush out before the sniper gets the shot lined up.

As for the teams, they tend to intermingle so wandering around with the others isn't something horribly unusual.

[ThirdEmperor]

You actually think I'm planning to use this stuff? That would hardly be sporting. And it isn't ultimate knowledge either. It's my diary, and I just happened to live a very long time.

[ApeofLight]

[Main Room]

" How is an assassin suppose to prove himself with no one to assassinate? " Teb asks seeming annoyed by this.

[Reinholdt]

[Main Room]
"I said I wouldn't give you a target. Not that you couldn't kill anyone. Just pick someone you don't like and kill them or something."

[Meeting]
"So you're saying that you wrote down at least a dozen ways to get ultimate power and you never used them? Why?"

[ThirdEmperor]

Prince grins. I didn't say I never used them. I must have conquered at least half a dozen worlds before getting bored, politely saying sorry to everyone and letting them go free. Plus it's a hobby, sime people collect stamps, I collect ultimate power. He says, shrugging.

[ApeofLight]

[Main Room]

" Look, don't you have a training simulator? Why don't you use that to make a target and it will soon be a completed training simulation. "

[Terumitsu]

[Dangrous Room]

Well if the Scout was gettng another drink and things had resumed their swing, Ghoul would pick up two glasses, slipping the chemical compound into the drink in her right hand as she did so. The alchohol would cover the mild taste of the additive although it was rather unlikely that the Scout would even be aware of the specific taste in the first place.

So, she made her way over to the Scout who was apparently trying to get another drink and offered the tainted drink to him while expressing general congradulations upon proformance. When the drink is imbibed, there would be no overt effects for a few minutes as it takes time to settle into the circulatory system. That done, the Scout would soon encouter a bit of 'digestive distress' and would likely head off into the direction of the restrooms, particularly the only open stall in the bathroom at that.

[Recaiden]

[Testing]

Teamwork? When you don't know who your teammates are? Alkania tries to sneak up to the door (as a spy), and rush outside.

[KerfuffleMach2]

[Testing]

Ivaz, now hidden in the shadows of the room, takes her time looking around, seeing where the Green Soldier is and what he's doing. She also spends the time thinking of how she wanted to take him out.

[Reinholdt]

[Meeting]

"... Right. Well I am going to tell anyone that intends to go after you that you have quote ultimate power. This will likely result in not too many willing to try and take you on." Or everyone trying to take him on, just to prove something. "Can you accept this?"

[Main Room]
"Everyone wants to use the simulator. Fine fine. But you have to wait for the other testers to get done."

[Testing]
Alkania leaves! And can make her way up to viewing if she wants. All of the blue team disappears from the party.

Ghoul's plan goes smoothly so far. With one thanks, a drink, and a few minutes later, Orange Scout is heading to the restroom.

Green Soldier is over by the tv playing Rock Band. For crossover effect.

[KerfuffleMach2]

[Testing]

Ivaz smiles to herself.

Gotcha!

She takes a moment to choose her weapon.

You see, Ivaz has a special room back home. One that holds many, many weapons. And, with her shadow-traveling abilities, she likes to pull whatever tool she needs from that room.

And today, she decides to go with one of the Soldier's favorites. She thinks it'll be funny.

Still within the shadows, Ivaz aims the rocket launcher at the back of the Soldier's head. She grins.

Bye bye!

She pulls the trigger, then quickly travels back to the shadows under the table, leaving the rocket launcher back where it belongs.

[ApeofLight]

[Meeting]

"... Right. Well I am going to tell anyone that intends to go after you that you have quote ultimate power. This will likely result in not too many willing to try and take you on." Or everyone trying to take him on, just to prove something. "Can you accept this?"

[Main Room]
"Everyone wants to use the simulator. Fine fine. But you have to wait for the other testers to get done."

[Testing]
Alkania leaves! And can make her way up to viewing if she wants. All of the blue team disappears from the party.

Ghoul's plan goes smoothly so far. With one thanks, a drink, and a few minutes later, Orange Scout is heading to the restroom.

Green Soldier is over by the tv playing Rock Band. For crossover effect.

" Could I just kill the other testers then? Or would that be a violation of rule number five? " Teb asks somewhat hopefully.

[ThirdEmperor]

Fine by me. Just don't forget the part about them getting ultimate power if they kill me, and that I've sworn not to use it during the contract.

[Earl of Purple]

Somebody uses the elevator/phone booth. They are a gnome, swathed in dark-coloured concealing robes and hood, carrying several large boxes. The gender and identity of the gnome is impossible to guess; they're also wearing gloves and there is no skin showing anywhere. ((Deadtime now, alas))

[ThirdEmperor]

Deciding he has nothing more to say, Prince leaves. Hopefully someone will come after him soon.

[Reinholdt]

[Meeting]

"Yes, yes, I'll tell them. However, know that we are still largely in the recruiting phase so you may consider waiting to enact the contract say... one week from now?"

[Main Room]
Anya crosses her arms and glares at Teb from over her crooked nose. Or she would if she wasn't immediately just retconned to having a wooden cane like thing that she uses to get around.
"You're too lazy to go back up to the surface and kill anyone, yet you want to kill potential other members? No dice. Rule 5. You'll just have to wait your turn and run the simulation." :smallannoyed:

Ding! Welcome to SAINT! For all your holiness needs!
"Ah. Greetings. How may SAINT assist you today?" Anya asks the gnome, turning from Teb.

[Testing]
Mildly confused about what Ivaz is doing here. Mostly because of the phrase
She pulls the trigger, then quickly travels back to the shadows under the table

Did she ever leave the shadows from under the table? :smallconfused:

[ApeofLight]

" I think being up on the surface is actually doing something to my skin. Eh, whatever I'll wait. " Teb says and goes to sit in a chair.

[VampireRot]

[Viewing Room]

Merrak totally called the assassination organization's mandatory drow spot already! Hah!

He's watching the subtle, and not so subtle, "assassinations".

"... A rocket launcher?"

:smallannoyed:

[Recaiden]

[Viewing Room]

Alkania has made her way up there, to watch the other contestants. "It does seem rather inappropriate, yes. Maybe a knife?"

[VampireRot]

[Viewing Room]

Merrak barely glances at Alkania, but is of course sizing her up out of the corner of his eye.

"Your method was the best. Make your target seem suspicious to get the snipers on him."

He mentally adds that she got lucky, but doesn't say it out loud.

[Terumitsu]

[Testing]

Well, if there was a rocket going off, then that would actually be a very nice distraction for what Ghoul had planned. She followed very closely behind the Scout just as soon she was sure he was not very focused on his surroundings due to the circumstances. Once he was in the end stall, Ghoul waited a moment before she triggered a nasty little toy she had built in, taking time to move into the blind spot in the bathroom before doing so. The creator of the device had called it a Phasic System and it did a remarkably good job at rendering one invisible to just about everything but contact matter disruption. This, however, came at a price as the thing generated quite a bit of heat and a normal person would have trouble staying with the device activated for more than half a minute at a time if they wished to avoid burning alive. This, however, was the secondary effect of the system as it's main use was to pass through blockades or other large bits of interposing matter.

So, in the short time she had, Ghoul pressed through the thin metal wall with little trouble aside from feeling the heat jump up a notch due to the light strain on the system. She had been conditioned to take temperatures much higher than a normal person, yes, but perspiration would be an odd sign and she didn't want to give the Snipers a reason to be suspicious. In any case, Ghoul positioned herself so that she could grab both the front and back of Scout's head and twist to the side vigorously in one solid motion. Snapping one's neck was the quietest option as there would only be a mildly loud pop and none of the burbling and gasping that came with slashing their windpipe. Not to mention it would be bloodless.

So, once in position, Ghoul fired up her cybernetic enhancements and dropped out of phase just before she attempted to snap Scout's pencil neck.

[Lord Magtok]

Testing

Well this is taking booping forever for What. In an effort to get out of this simulation before the next apocalypse, he 'accidentally' bumps into the Red Medic, spilling his own drink and looking quite distressed whilst simultaneously trying to sneakily slip a stiletto in the man's pocket. Gods help that man if the partygoers spot his murder implement sticking out of his silly poofy trousers.

[The Alexandrian]

The man clad in robotic stealth armor (Scar), notes that a gnome is being serviced before him. He glares at the gnome but figures the witch handling the affairs occurring in the room should service it first, as he believes the gnome to be a pathetic creature who might keel over at any second, suited only for guarding gardens. Scar holds this view to all beings excluding himself. Each being is worthless in a different way. He is irked, somewhat, but he shows no signs of it, probably because his helmet blocks his death glare from the scrutiny of the world. He walks away from the witch a fair distance then holds his left wrist armor in front of him. A blue, holographic layout of the Nexus is projected in front of him. Red dots speckle the map. Strange code surrounds the red points, displaying statistics about the red zones. Abruptly, a shadowy figure replaces the world map. It is a black blur with no distinct shape.

"What is it you require, my apprentice?"

Scar asks the figure. Scar's voice is deep and hushed, so no others in the area should be able to hear it without superior hearing capability.

[KerfuffleMach2]

[Testing]
Mildly confused about what Ivaz is doing here. Mostly because of the phrase

Did she ever leave the shadows from under the table? :smallconfused:

Yes, in a way. She can use shadows for travel. Walk in one, walk out another. So, she slipped into the one under the table, and took a look out of one on the wall so she could take aim.

Which means the rocket came right from a shadow on the wall. To others, it'd look like it phased through the wall.

Then she crawled back out from under the table.

[Reinholdt]

[Testing]

A Rocket flies out of the wall and blows up Green Soldier. Snipers are certainly distracted, allowing What time to stab Red Medic and kill him. The great thing about drinks and blood is that they tend to blend well with red. The downside of course, is that Red Medic is likely to collapse on the ground and draw attention to What unless What does something.

The explosion also gives Ghoul time to enact her plan. Though Orange Scout turned his head due to the explosion, and noticed Ghoul, getting in a small yelp before his neck snapped. No one really noticed over the commotion out in the big room though and snipers can't hear inside anyways. So Ghoul successfully gets away with it.

The only part of this that seems to maybe not go without a hitch is Ivaz crawling out from under a table. It is most unusual to say the least. And I'll leave it up to Alex if Ivaz gets noticed and considered worthy of getting shot at. The table is in the same room as Green Soldier's guts, certainly.

[Main Room]

Having received no response from Helmet Man, Anya didn't know if he was still paying attention. She clones again, leaving one to take care of the gnome and informing Teb that testing should be soon completed, while approaching helmet man with the other clone.

"Sorry for the wait. How may I help you today?"

[KerfuffleMach2]

[Testing]

Which is why Ivaz made sure she dropped her glove before crawling under the table in the first place.

And why she is currently reacting to the situation in much the same way as everybody else. Like she has no idea what just happened.

And she is holding the dropped glove.

[Terumitsu]

[Testing]

With the deed completed, Ghoul set the body into a more 'natural' position so as to limit discovery and then phased quickly back through the same wall she entered. She took a moment at the sink to splash a little water on her face to cool off a little, drying with whatever towels were present. Just before she left, she paused at the door to pull out a ciggarett. It was a custom of hers after completing a succesful kill. Lighting it, she exhaled a puff of blue smoke and walked out into the now rather messy dinner party. She wasn't much for quips though. If she was, she would have likely said something along the lines of 'Sorry, but I was never really on your side to begin with.' or something silly like that.

With her work done, she casually made her way to the exit, making sure to avoid as much of the crowd as possible, acting as surprised as everyone else should the need arise.

[The Alexandrian]

Scar turns to the witch, deactivating his hologram as she draws near.

"Instant cloning, interesting. Temporary effects, yes? Probably channeling magic for a brief time. Anyway, if I understand the workings of your guild, I would like to bestow two great gifts upon you, my apprentice's skill and my own. I also have a mission for you, assuming you are up to the task. If you want to know who I am, I will tell you that I am Scar though that is a lie. If you want proof that we are capable in the arts of subterfuge, find a report about a politician slain on a train today. You will be pleased by what you find, I trust."

His voice is deep and menacing as he utters these words.

[Project_Mayhem]

Yeah, not only is that suspicious as heck, Alex hasn't killed anything for a while, doesn't like long range killings, and is starting to lose interest.

*BLAM*

(@ Ivaz I mean. Who drops their gloves, like ever? Not Alex)

[Earl of Purple]

The gnome looks up at Anya. "I wish to join this organisation. Is there anything I need to do to prove myself? And in the meanwhile, is there somewhere safe I can leave an item that is precious to me?" Its voice is dry and hollow-sounding. It almost sounds dessicated, which is a very odd quality in the voice of a live gnome. It remains wrapped up.

[Reinholdt]

[Main Room-Gnome]

"There's an open ended test. So far, most people have just chosen the training room route, but some have come up with clever ways. As for your item, I may put it in the vaults, but I may be required to check it first." Wouldn't do to put something in the vaults that help someone commit and inside job and rob the vaults of all their treasure.

"There's also a form."

[Main Room-Helmet]

"we accept aliases. We do understand the need for such things within our profession of course. Scar will be fine. You and your apprentice should fill out these forms while I go look up your report." Anya hands over some forms and then turns to go to her office and get the news.

[Testing]
Alex shoots at Ivez! Hope Ivez has some sort of back-up plan, or she'll get tagged.

Ghoul would probably get lots of looks, and maybe even shot at if she were spotted smoking like a Blue Spy. Especially since Blues are out. Fortunately for her, attention is not on her right now, so such a minor detail goes unnoticed and she gets out through the door, Orange members disappearing from the party.

Red Medic's starting to slump over...

[Earl of Purple]

"Don't worry, it's just a jar." Indeed, the gnome has produced a canopic jar covered with mystic runes; the lid is shaped like a sitting monkey. Inspection of the jar will find it to be magically sealed, empty and slightly magical. The gnome also pulls its hood down, revealing a skull with the skin pulled taut over it; the gnome's undead. A lich, to be exact, although not a purely skeletal one.

(now, though, temporary Deadtime; be back soon)

[Reinholdt]

[Main Room -> Vault]
After Anya does indeed examine it, she nods. "Very well. This way." Anya will lead the lich gnome to the Vaults, asking him to wait outside a small room as she gets the door open. Seems there's some security she doesn't want him to see. Access is restricted, after all.

If he does as she asks and waits, a few minutes later, she'll open the door and beckon for him to come inside. The area lights up with lights as they step in, even the floor an obvious interface of some kind. There are various pedestals, with what appears to be clear plexiglass or something similar in substance used to hold people while observing them, forming boxes on top. Keypads are under these boxes. One of which now contains what appears to be a crystal scrying ball. There are also safety deposit boxes along the wall, each with a normal key lock and another keypad lock next to that.

"Where would you prefer to keep it?"

[ApeofLight]

Teb goes over to the viewing room waiting for the others to finish with there test.

[VampireRot]

[Viewing room]

Teb gets a nod, then Merrak continues his "commentary".

"Tsk tsk. A dropped glove? Really? Who actually drops gloves?" :smalltongue:

[Earl of Purple]

Vault

The gnome will place the canopic jar into a safety deposit box. If the undead gnome has the choice of numbers, he'll choose the date of his death, 600 years ago. "Thank you. That jar is extremely important."

[Reinholdt]

[Vault]

The gnome has his choice of numbers, as Anya steps away so she can't see what they are. He also gets the hard key to place where he chooses, though Anya informs him that she has a copy. "I gathered."

When the box is opened, there's a definite whirring sound as things shift around and the box slides out for the gnome. The whirring resumes once it's pushed back in and stops a few seconds later.

"It should be safe there for a few years I imagine. Let's continue our discussion." Anya motions for the gnome to head out of the Vault so that she may close it.

[Earl of Purple]

"Indeed, do let's. My name is Mortius Necriax Dathrii, but please call me Mortius. I am, as you may have noticed, a lich and necromancer. I wish to join as an assassin, of a sort." It should be noted that there's several boxes accompanying the gnome which did not get put into the vault.

[Lord Magtok]

[Testing]

Red Medic's starting to slump over...

Well, his actual plan had been to put the blade in Medic's pocket and make him look suspicious, but this works too, I suppose. What takes his blade back, hides it away, and decides to stagger away towards the exit in a feigned drunk stupor, hoping everyone will see his stumbling, and assume Red Medic just passed out on the floor from a similar excess in alcohol consumption. It doesn't have to convince them of anything, just keep them from suspecting him of anything long enough for What to slip away.

[Terumitsu]

[Training -> Viewing Room]

Ghoul left the simulation and placed her unused items back into her duffle bag before following the 'crowd' to see where it was that everyone had gotten off to. Really, it was mostly just something to pass the time for a bit before she inquired as to her results with Anya. In fact, should she see Anya, she would ask just that sort of question.

However, if not, then the people in the viewing room would have to suffer the smell of burnt nicotine for a while. An interesting fact, though. Due to a few of the micromachines that ran around Ghoul's bloodstream, she didn't have the same smell of old ciggaretts as most smokers would thanks to a stellar cleansing system. Really, it was mainly aimed at speedy repair of tissue as well as an aid against poison and disease but one could always be happy for the perks. Unfortunately, she would have to disable the system if she ever wished to imbibe alchohol recreationally... Not much of a problem, really, as she didn't see much point to it.

[KerfuffleMach2]

[B][Testing]
Alex shoots at Ivaz! Hope Ivaz has some sort of back-up plan, or she'll get tagged.


Best she's got is an attempt at a dodge. She's fairly agile, so that should help.

[Project_Mayhem]

Pretty hard to dodge sniper rifle bullets ...

:p

[Reinholdt]

[Gnome Meeting]

"Hello Mortius. I am Anya Tzepesci, though you may just call me Anya." She does not inquire about the other boxes. That's the lich's business. She does however, go through all the rules in the first post, before handing over a form.
"Do you understand?"

[Testing]

Wait... What WASN'T trying to stab someone? I'm confused...
What manages to get to the exit and out, in part due to...

Ivaz getting tagged. While the Nexus does provide for the dodging of bullets on a regular basis, she started in a crawl position, unaware of her attacker's position or intent (to an extent). Just too much of a stretch to buy classic dodging as an escape.

The simulation ends.

[Viewing Room -> Training Room]

Anya stands and moves to head back out of the room to meet with everyone in the same place, down in the training room or something.

"If you mean did you pass, Ghoul? Yes you did. The performance was satisfactory enough."

"Alkania and What also passed as well. Welcome to Saint."

Anya turns to Ivaz. "And what to do with you? While you failed to get out alive, you did kill your target. More importantly, you proved an excellent distraction. It's on this latter part that I'm inclined to allow you to stay, though I expect you to work with others and train diligently in order to remain." Ivaz gets to be the understudy/bait! Unless no one needs bait. In which case, she's pretty much doing whatever she does best.

[Recaiden]

[Training Room]

Alkania nods. "Great."

[EleventhHour]

[Gnome Meeting]
Wait... What WASN'T trying to stab someone? I'm confused...
What manages to get to the exit and out, in part due to...


((I think What was trying to give the doctor a knife, so he could point frantically at it and get The Good Herr Doctor killed via mob. >.>))

[Reinholdt]

((I think What was trying to give the doctor a knife, so he could point frantically at it and get The Good Herr Doctor killed via mob. >.>))

Yes, I thoroughly understand that.
What I don't understand is What doing that. :smalltongue:

[Earl of Purple]

Name: Mortius Necriax Dathrii
Age: 856 years
Sex: Male
Species: Gnome/Lich
Specialization: Necromancy, Undead Monkeys
Power Level: 4/E
Power Source: Necromancy
Other Important Information: Something important to me is kept in a safety deposit box in the vault here.

"Yes, I do. Would you like to see what's in the boxes?" The taut skin on Mortius's face is pulled into a rictus-like grin as he asks this.

[VampireRot]

[Viewing Room -> Training Room]

Merrak follows Anya with a blank expression. He eyes everyone closely, learning as much about their appearances as he can. The most interest is paid to whether or not they have weapons showing, weapons hidden, or no weapons at all.

[Project_Mayhem]

Alex glides into the main room and stands there, immobile and impassive. It is carrying no weapon

[KerfuffleMach2]

[Testing]

Wait... What WASN'T trying to stab someone? I'm confused...
What manages to get to the exit and out, in part due to...

Ivaz getting tagged. While the Nexus does provide for the dodging of bullets on a regular basis, she started in a crawl position, unaware of her attacker's position or intent (to an extent). Just too much of a stretch to buy classic dodging as an escape.

The simulation ends.

[Viewing Room -> Training Room]

Anya stands and moves to head back out of the room to meet with everyone in the same place, down in the training room or something.

"If you mean did you pass, Ghoul? Yes you did. The performance was satisfactory enough."

"Alkania and What also passed as well. Welcome to Saint."

Anya turns to Ivaz. "And what to do with you? While you failed to get out alive, you did kill your target. More importantly, you proved an excellent distraction. It's on this latter part that I'm inclined to allow you to stay, though I expect you to work with others and train diligently in order to remain." Ivaz gets to be the understudy/bait! Unless no one needs bait. In which case, she's pretty much doing whatever she does best.

Ivaz is cool with that. She's mostly here cause she likes killing people, and she likes getting paid.

She nods at Anya, grinning. That's fine. Thought the "I dropped my glove" thing would work. Guess not.

Merrak may find...other things to look at Ivaz for. But she has no visible weapons at all. And, none hidden on her.

[Project_Mayhem]

Alex looks at Ivas for a very precise moment, before becoming neutral again. It says nothing

[VampireRot]

[Training Room]

No weapons? Darn, magic users. Sorry, what was that you said? No, I'm not sure what a "civilian" is. Are they dangerous?

"It may seem clever, but not many people actually drop gloves accidentally. It makes you stand out."

Merrak has a longsword and a mace on his belt. Though he's not actually inspecting himself, of course.

[happyturtle]

*ding* Someone's in the elevator.

The person appears rather shapeless and indistinct. Assuming Anya approaches, the person speaks.

"Er, hello, do you have any henchperson or npc positions available?" the person says in a voice that gives no hint of their age or species or gender.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Ivaz looks at Merrak. You haven't been at any parties, have you? People drop all sorts of stuff. Especially when there's booze.

Did you have a sheltered childhood?

[Earl of Purple]

Main Room

I believe that this is where Mortius is. He's a gnome with his skin pulled taut across his bones and glowing lights where his eyes should be. He's wrapped up in robes, but he's taken off his gloves. There's no visible weapons, but he's actually armed with at least six daggers hidden in his clothing and another two actually in his body, concealed behind stitches in his abdomen. Of course, those are incredibly unlikely to be seen.

[VampireRot]

[Training/Main? room]

The scarred drow shakes his head with the same blank and disinterested expression.

"I can't say I have. But despite the alcohol factor, most of the time gloves stay in your hand, or at least your pocket. Maybe dropping something that isn't so clichéd would have better results."

Merrak is good at seeing hidden things, though his sight is nonmagical and there's no chance of spotting the daggers hidden by stitches.

[Reinholdt]

[Main Room]

"Undead monkeys by any chance? I don't really care to. Just need to get your test..."
Ding! Welcome to SAINT! For all your holiness needs!

"Henchman positions? Yes, we have many openings in fact. And the probability of getting killed is 1000% less than at AMEN. Just fill out the henchman form and you're hired." NPCs don't have to past competency tests.

[Training Room]

"Let's clear this area so anyone else who wants to use it for testing can."
Like Teb.
However, they should just write their own self-contained post about a test of their choice and how it went. Reinholdt isn't going to run anymore from here on in, unless it's something like what Merrak or Kal did.

[KerfuffleMach2]

[Training - Main Room]

Ivaz shakes her head. You don't get out much, do you? You get slightly buzzed, go to take off your gloves for a sandwich, and you drop one. Happens pretty often, especially with gloves that big. Those things are always jumpin' out of people's hands.

[happyturtle]

"As a certified and bonded npc, I can take whatever form you think best suits your organization's motif, whether that's a deranged hunchback, a beefy thug, an undead abomination, a robotic drone, or any number of other cliches. Do you have any preferences, Mistress?" the still formless npc asks.

[Lord Magtok]

Main Room

The elevator dings, and...is that Magtok? :smallconfused:

Darn it, now I have two PCs in the same thread. What, you go lie low somewhere for a while until the cyborg's gone, kay? Good.

Now then, the tin man heads down, carrying a manila folder containing profiles and photographs on a large number of individuals. My guess is he's not here to apply for a job.

[VampireRot]

[Wherever]

Merrak shrugs.

"Whatever. You did get shot for it, though."

[KerfuffleMach2]

Ivaz shrugs. Not my fault the sniper's paranoid about dropped gloves.

[Earl of Purple]

Main Room

Mortius smile gets wider, if that's possible. He kicks the nearest box and it cracks open, revealing a skeletal monkey armed with a small dagger. "I find they are excellent at breaking in, using routes larger assassins cannot navigate, and if the dagger's got the right poison, they're as effective as any other assassin." The monkey clambers onto his shoulder. "What kind of test is required?"

[Project_Mayhem]

Miss Ivaz, while I do not claim to pre-date the invention of the book, that ruse was amongst the oldest tricks therein 900 years ago when I began my career.

Alex expresses no emotion as it speaks, as usual

'Furthermore, whilst everyone indeed makes mistakes, as a professional, one should admit to them

[Reinholdt]

[Main Room]

"The test is open ended. The training room is available for use if needed."

Anya turns to NPC.
"Our motif? That's easy then, right Moneypenny?"

Anya clones to talk to Magtok. "Greetings sir. How may we help you today?"

[KerfuffleMach2]

Miss Ivaz, while I do not claim to pre-date the invention of the book, that ruse was amongst the oldest tricks therein 900 years ago when I began my career.

Alex expresses no emotion as it speaks, as usual

'Furthermore, whilst everyone indeed makes mistakes, as a professional, one should admit to them

Ivaz turns to face Alex. So you're the sniper, huh? Good shot.

I take it you haven't been to any parties either, huh?

[Earl of Purple]

"Very well. Is there anybody in particular you wish for me to exterminate and can I keep the body afterwards?" His descendant, after all, owns a golem shop. I'm sure there's a discount for being his great-grandfather.

[Project_Mayhem]

I have been to more parties than you have weeks in your lifespan. And I have never once seen somebody drop a glove under a table who did not intend to.

Alex is projecting an expression of slight disdain as it speaks

[happyturtle]

[Main Room]

The npc becomes a middle aged British secretary, who somehow exudes a air of sexuality and stodginess at the same time. No, I don't really know how. It's her superpower.

"I hope this will do, Mistress. Will gray be acceptable as my text color? And would you like me to be playable by anyone?" Moneypenny asks.

[KerfuffleMach2]

I have been to more parties than you have weeks in your lifespan. And I have never once seen somebody drop a glove under a table who did not intend to.

Alex is projecting an expression of slight disdain as it speaks

Ivaz stares at it for a moment.

Damn...people must hate bringing you to parties then. My sister does that stuff all the time when she gets drunk. Course, she never voluntarily gets drunk, buts that's another set of stories.

[Reinholdt]

"Very well. Is there anybody in particular you wish for me to exterminate and can I keep the body afterwards?" His descendant, after all, owns a golem shop. I'm sure there's a discount for being his great-grandfather.

"No one in particular. And you may keep the body, yes."


[Main Room]

The npc becomes a middle aged British secretary, who somehow exudes a air of sexuality and stodginess at the same time. No, I don't really know how. It's her superpower.

"I hope this will do, Mistress. Will gray be acceptable as my text color? And would you like me to be playable by anyone?" Moneypenny asks.

"Both are fine. Playable by anyone would be preferable, though it matters not to me if you'd prefer to keep her for yourself." Grrr... there's no real way to keep the fourth wall up on that one.

[Bickering Children Area]

"Instead of arguing about gloves, we have our first contract. A man by the name of Prince. Claims to have Ultimate Power and that whoever kills him will get this power. Also claims not to use this power during the one week duration of the contract. If you believe him. Should anyone require it, I may get out a scrying crystal for you for the purposes of finding him."

[KerfuffleMach2]

[Bickering Children Area]

"Instead of arguing about gloves, we have our first contract. A man by the name of Prince. Claims to have Ultimate Power and that whoever kills him will get this power. Also claims not to use this power during the one week duration of the contract. If you believe him. Should anyone require it, I may get out a scrying crystal for you for the purposes of finding him."

So, we gotta kill him, then?

[Earl of Purple]

Mortius the undead gnome bows low. This is easy because he's short. The monkey manages to stay on his shoulder OK, though. "Thank you." Mortius will then attempt to leave the base and head somewhere he can find a corpse-to-be.

[Reinholdt]

So, we gotta kill him, then?

"Eh. I made it clear to him that if my members did not wish to pursue this suicide request, I wouldn't make them. This contract is a rare exception. It's optional, due to the time limit. I wouldn't mind if someone made at least one attempt on his life just to say we tried though."

[Main Room]

Anya waves goodbye to the gnome. "Good luck."

[Project_Mayhem]

Alex turns to Anya

He's either suicidal, insane, or very powerful.

[happyturtle]

"Oh don't worry. My player doesn't mind sharing," she says, managing to say that in a way that sounds as if no innuendo could possibly be intended, nope, no way. "I'll just have that wall repaired now."

SAINT acquires an NPC / Secretary / Henchgirl Friday. She has perfect loyalty, doesn't leave the base, and can handle basic administrative tasks. I leave it up to Reinholdt whether she can judge membership tests, and whether killing her is an automatic disqualification or an automatic pass. :smalltongue:

[Reinholdt]

[Henchpeople]

She can judge tests so that other members can control her to judge incoming members tests. Or run them. However they want. If there were more than one of her, we might say killing her is an auto-success, but this guild IS trying to keep a better reputation than trigger happy kill fest AMEN or no assassination NO. So killing Moneypenny or Friday or whatever we're calling her means no membership.

*will update the first post with this stuff later, nap now*

[VampireRot]

"I can attempt to kill him, but someone who places a hit on himself and offers Ultimate Power as a reward is probably way beyond my abilities. Rather silly thing to do though, if we by chance had someone actually able to kill him."

Merrak's eyes drift to Alex, who he has guessed as the most powerful of them all.

[Project_Mayhem]

Alex frowns. This is probably the most noticeable facial change it has demonstrated

Yes, it seems likely that the risk outweighs the potential reward. I am innately suspicious of any offer of 'ultimate power'. It rarely ends up being as convenient as implied.

It pauses

My experience suggests that taking his challenge with soley the information given would be a poor option. Others may do as they wish.

[Lord Magtok]

[Main Room]

Anya clones to talk to Magtok. "Greetings sir. How may we help you today?"

Magtok opens up the manila folder, and a ridiculous number of names and pictures of faces tumble out.

I've got a ridiculously large list of individuals who either want me dead, are ridiculously annoying, or who I believe would go splat in a funny way if pushed off the right cliff. A lich in purple military dress, Brendan and Ashna, this guy who shot a laser at me when I was in GLoG and looks like [Riv's description], Winslow Warwick, Gordon, Moff, Jack Empty, Rabbit, Dipsnig, Wenomir, and every single Exalted in the Nexus.

Winslow should simply be spied on and have his office ransacked a little, Gordon should have his eye cut out and mailed to WATCHTOWER, Moff should be tied to a chair and forced to listen to Mraz, Dip and Wendy should be soundly beaten but not killed.

Everyone else I just mentioned, however, is to be killed off in as ridiculous a manner as conceivably possible. If their players for whatever reason want the hit called off, it'll be called off. I can pay in robot minions, cybernetic augmentation, conventional currency, favors, a discount at MagMart, recommending your services to all my friends for their own extralegal stuff, and radioactive unicorn dolphins.

[happyturtle]

Miss Moneypenny starts taking notes on the potential contracts while Mistress Anya negotiates with the customer.

((For the OP. Rein, feel free to edit as needed:))
Name: Miss Moneypenny
Age: :smallannoyed: A lady doesn't tell.
Sex: female
Species: human
Specialization: Girl Henchfriday
Power Level: npc
Power Source: npc
Other Important Information: Moneypenny is an npc who can be played by anyone. Her loyalty to SAINT cannot be subverted, and she does not leave the base. She can approve applications and membership tests so long as she's not self-roleplayed by the player of the potential member. Attacking or killing Moneypenny in an attempt to prove membership capability results in automatic disqualification.

Personality: She somehow exudes a air of sexuality and stodginess at the same time. While she does engage in flirtatious banter, this will always remain low key and tasteful, and never lead to curtains. As a former naval officer, she has some combat training, which she can call upon if needed to defend herself.

http://forwardtoyesterday.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/miss_moneypenny_by_lois_maxwell.jpg

[ApeofLight]

[Training Room]

Now that the training room is cleared out Teb can go in and do his test. Which he does.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Alex frowns. This is probably the most noticeable facial change it has demonstrated

Yes, it seems likely that the risk outweighs the potential reward. I am innately suspicious of any offer of 'ultimate power'. It rarely ends up being as convenient as implied.

It pauses

My experience suggests that taking his challenge with soley the information given would be a poor option. Others may do as they wish.

As much as I'd like the challenge, I gotta agree with the energetic one over here. She jerks her thumb at Alex.

If somebody wants to do it, and they either need supplies or somebody to run a distraction while they stuff his house full of C4, let me know.

[Recaiden]

[Main Room]

A man walks in. He's studiously nondescript, magically easy to forget, and hiding his features under a hood. He notes that Anya is talking to Magtok, and settles into a corner to wait.

[Reinholdt]

[Training Room]

Teb should write up his own post on what the test is like and how it goes. Or use the standard Team Fortress test if he'd like, but still should write up how it goes himself. Anya will watch from the viewing room.

[Group]

"I understand completely and warned him not many would be interested in attempting the assassination. Do not feel pressured to do otherwise." Anya turns and heads away.

[Meeting Magtok]
"Hmm... let's go over these one at a time then." Anya says, picking up a few papers and handing them to Moneypenny.

"Every single Exalted is right out. We don't work in such broad, sweeping categories or we'd have every racist here in a heartbeat, begging for our attention. If you have one or two you wish to target in particular, we'll consider it."

"The lich you mentioned. Do you want him killed once or permanently? Most people come looking for a permanent solution. If you want that, do you know where his phylactery is, or have any clue on what we may do to find out?"

[ApeofLight]

[Training Room]

When Teb's program executes the entire room goes black for a second before turning a fuzzy green. It seems that Teb's program is being run completely in the dark. The target seems to be a man in a castle that is heavily fortified and heavily guarded.

Teb is standing on top of a cliff about 300 yards away. He pulls out a longbow, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He takes a knee and pulls the bow to its full length. He takes a few minutes aiming, seeming to remain nearly perfectly still. Then he fires, the arrow a near blur before it embeds itself within the target. Teb then stands up and walks out as the guards in the program start to go into a frenzy.

[Lord Magtok]

[Meeting Magtok]
"Hmm... let's go over these one at a time then." Anya says, picking up a few papers and handing them to Moneypenny.

"Every single Exalted is right out. We don't work in such broad, sweeping categories or we'd have every racist here in a heartbeat, begging for our attention. If you have one or two you wish to target in particular, we'll consider it."

"The lich you mentioned. Do you want him killed once or permanently? Most people come looking for a permanent solution. If you want that, do you know where his phylactery is, or have any clue on what we may do to find out?"

Magtok nods understandingly.

Alright, I'll look into specific Exalts in the future. As for the lich, I was hoping for a permanent curtain drop, and oh-gods-not-those-curtains. I'm afraid there's not much I can do for you in regards to the phylactery, aside from let you know that he's worked with a dead demon named Calublufiok before, a cat named Reinholdt, and may've been to PEACE before it blew up.

[The Alexandrian]

The news has been updated around 15 minutes ago. It summarizes the event with the title "Train Bombing Leaves Politician Dead". There were are no suspects yet though some sources blame the politician's rivals. Oddly enough, a military official was slain at the same time across the map via a collapsed air passage indicating "foul play" was involved reported in a subdivision of the main article.

Scar glances at the papers and sighs. He slowly trudges off to locate a pen or other such writing implement to fill them out with.

[Terumitsu]

[The Group]

"I dunno. I suppose a joint effort would be fun if anyone else wanted to give it a go. Sounds like an idiot bluff to me. Anyone else up for at least a bit of recon if they ever come back?" Ghoul said with a smirk. She wasn't really that interested in the reward of power nor did she think this person had much to back up their claim. A lot of boast and bluster often went into self-importaint descriptions and she really doubted there was as much substance as there was flash. A very cynical outlook, yes, but one that had so far been quite accurate, even in the Nexus.

She didn't wait for an immediate answer, though, and left the viewing room so as to find Anya again to inqire about her quarters and other things. A dwelling as well as a place to put one's armaments was highly importaint and all. That and she had a 'mildly illegal' item in her posession that needed to be discussed with her employer.

[Reinholdt]

[Training Room]

Well Anya's suspension of disbelief has just been completely shattered as Teb performs a pretty much impossible feat. Well, regardless, Teb is in.

[Magtok Meeting]

"I shall see if anyone is willing to gather information on him. For now we'll consider it a two-part deal. Finding his phylactery will be considered info. If we fail at that after an extensive search then, you will not have to pay for assassination attempts. Anything you can tell us about his abilities would be appreciated."

"Now tell us a bit more about the Brendan and Ashna contract. Why did you include them together like that?"

[Returning to Scar]

It can be presumed pens are offered with the forms.
Anya returns. "Very well. Your story checks out. Once you finish your form, you can be considered a member."

[Near the group]

Anya doesn't get very far before Ghoul catches up to her. "Yes, we have living quarters just this way."

The old crone will lead Ghoul to them. "They come pretty standard. And are customizable to your preference. All of them have locks and keypad combination for added security." And to make those curtaining calls harder or something. Not that a group of paranoid killers would ever curtain with each other. "Fingerprint or eye scanner or other similar things are optional if the security is not up to your standards."

Anya hands Ghoul a key. "You can choose your own number for the keypad." She explains how to do this!

[Lord Magtok]

[Magtok Meeting]

"I shall see if anyone is willing to gather information on him. For now we'll consider it a two-part deal. Finding his phylactery will be considered info. If we fail at that after an extensive search then, you will not have to pay for assassination attempts. Anything you can tell us about his abilities would be appreciated."

"Now tell us a bit more about the Brendan and Ashna contract. Why did you include them together like that?"

Magtok pages through the files, doing that touching-your-finger-to-your-tongue thing that some people do to flip through pages, which I've always personally found to be a bit odd.

Brendan and Ashna? Oh, they're-

A pair of pictures of Reinholdt fall out, one of his human form, and the other of the blue kitty.

He stares down at the pictures on the floor for a moment, thinking something over, before continuing.

-They're a couple. Married couple, one a flamey elementaly thing, the other a mere human. They live in Inside or somesuch place in that general area, maybe. I dunno, the MagSat's never bothered following them.

Oh, and scratch Rabbit off the list. Probably too likely to cause some sort of messy kitten breakdown if she's dead.

[Reinholdt]

[Magtok Meeting]

"A fire elemental? Is she bound to this plane by someone? Sent here by some divine source? Anything you can tell us will always be helpful."

"And let's see. This laser man. [Riv's description]. Do you know anything more about him than the fact that he shot a laser at you?"

Details, details, details!

[Lord Magtok]

MagMeet

Magtok pauses to think things over.

Umm...maybe not an elemental. I mean, she seems kinda...humanish, except for all the fire usually clinging about her, so I dunno. And the other guy was very briefly a member of AMEN, if I recall correctly. Hold on, let me double-check the file...

More flipping of pages. Magtok kinda rushed down here when he found out about the place, and didn't have everything as organized as it could be.

...Riv. It's a weird name, but that's who he is, I suppose. Cried a lot after grafting something lovecraftian to his arm, because he couldn't cut it off afterward or something.

[ApeofLight]

[Main Room]

Teb comes out of the training room and then looks around. " Well then, how is that. " He says referring to his improbable feet of assassination.

[KerfuffleMach2]

[The Group]

"I dunno. I suppose a joint effort would be fun if anyone else wanted to give it a go. Sounds like an idiot bluff to me. Anyone else up for at least a bit of recon if they ever come back?" Ghoul said with a smirk. She wasn't really that interested in the reward of power nor did she think this person had much to back up their claim. A lot of boast and bluster often went into self-importaint descriptions and she really doubted there was as much substance as there was flash. A very cynical outlook, yes, but one that had so far been quite accurate, even in the Nexus.

Like I said, I'll help somebody is they want. Ivaz doesn't seem concerned with finding a room.