Silk
Conditions:
Potential: 1/5

Spoiler: Labels
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  • Freak: +1
  • Danger: +3
  • Savior: -1
  • Superior: +1
  • Mundane: -1

Spoiler: Moves
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  • [X] Devil or Angel on My Shoulder: When you provoke a teammate to violent action or drastic measures as your Hero Persona, roll with your Alias Label. When you discourage a teammate from going overboard or making an action they can’t take back as your Alias Persona, roll + your Hero Label.
  • [X]Save the Light: When you step in to intervene, help a civilian, or stop a threat roll + your Hero label. On a miss, you’re made to look the fool. Mark a Condition and give ground. On a hit, you’ve got someone’s attention. Use it as an opportunity or provoke them to action. On a 10+ your foe must respond in kind or flee.


Compared to the Archives, dark and filled with holograms that cast almost no ambient light, the key room is much brighter. Hardly any shadows to speak of. The panels show a view of the elevators as the doors slide open. Silk is on guard as her elevator opens into the room, but she needn't have worried. Tumult and Polaris took care of their part of the job well. All according to plan. The panels cut to a low angle along the floor. The unconscious guards lie where they fell, each with a dart sticking out from somewhere. They don't leave much space to get around in.

Stepping carefully over a fallen guard in her path, Silk approaches the monolithic cube. It's plain enough to see that it's from someplace else, if not sometime else, like something a primitive tribe of ape-like almost-humans would dance around. And to think the cube isn't even the object of interest - it's just the safe! Whatever this key is, it must be important.

Silk reaches out a hand, brushing her gloved fingers along the thing's surface.

"What are you?" she asks the thing. She can answer the question herself.

Ancient.

Suddenly, the words that other thing had spoken return to her. You will not find what it is you have come here for. The Key has gone beyond your reach, and theirs. Could it be?

Gingerly, she pats down each of the guards. She finds what she's looking for on the third. "Bingo."

Returning to the box, she holds the key out in trepidation, suddenly unsure of what she'll find. Sticking the key into the slot, it slides smoothly into place.

Quote Originally Posted by Razade
The box hisses, trails of steam pouring and erupting from vents that break its otherwise smooth surface. Panels slowly fold in upon themselves until the box itself simply disappears into a large pedestal, a lid sliding away at last to reveal your prize. Outlined in what appears to be a glass box, a still beating heart thumps rhythmically away. Alongside this box is a colorful qipao and mask, both white with black and red stripes and fringe.
The panel cuts behind a disbelieving Silk, showing her from the back. Her hands reach around the back of her head, untying her mask. Black hair spills out, keeping her face from view. There's a beat panel as she leans over, staring into the contents of the box, her mask hanging at her side. Taking a deep breath, she takes a step back and raises a hand to her ear.

"Tumult. We have a problem. The key isn't here."