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NebbieQ: Hooray for a lack of numbers!
SongstressEnlil has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen has entered the room.
Arch mage144: OK then.
Lithaladhwen: ahoy
Arch mage144: According to die roll predictions in the other chat, I am saintly-good and only somewhat horny.
Arch mage144: You guys are safe, likely.
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 1 666-sided die: 634
Arch mage144: ...Ashley, however, is very evil.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Oh dear.*
OnlineHost: TheWaiChibiAngel rolled 15 6-sided dice: 3 6 1 2 4 2 4 5 1 6 1 2 2 4 6
TheWaiChibiAngel: *That did not work*
OnlineHost: TheWaiChibiAngel rolled 1 666-sided die: 168
SongstressEnlil: *I am master of my own fate, I need no dice to to declare my Alignment. And I'm too lazy to roll 'em.*
OnlineHost: NebbieQ rolled 1 13-sided die: 9
NebbieQ: I declare myself mango.
Arch mage144: What? o_O
Arch mage144: We're waiting for what, exactly, Pervy to eat and then return, I guess?
SongstressEnlil: *Yep. It's about done*
SongstressEnlil: *And also Priam, I would expect*
Arch mage144: Priam said we didn't have to wait for him.
Arch mage144: And as such, we are not going to.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *And now*
OnlineHost: TheWaiChibiAngel rolled 1 66-sided die: 5
Arch mage144: The hell does a 66 sided die mean?
SongstressEnlil: *It's like 666 sided, but better*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *It's like 666, but the first is implied.*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Also, Pervy, in the interest of pissing Phil off with humor in End of the Chaos, should I overrule that?*
SongstressEnlil: *I leave that to the group! And I go eat!*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Trying to decide on weither or not Tareen learned anything about landing :O*
SongstressEnlil: *Ah.*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Or, in this case, "Smacking into the bigass oil rig"*
Arch mage144: *hums(
OMG Priam has entered the room.
Arch mage144: OMG PRIAM.
OMG Priam: OMG ME
Arch mage144: *you are attacked by a bromine elemental!*
Lithaladhwen: ye gods.
OMG Priam: *defeats it with the power of Heart!*
Arch mage144: ......
NebbieQ: And your monkey pal, too?
Arch mage144: o_o I have no idea how to react to that.
Arch mage144: Bromine's a liquid, though, so a bromine elemental is as feasible as a water elemental.
Arch mage144: Besides, water's not even an element, and bromine is!
TheWaiChibiAngel: *I've got your bromine right here!*
NebbieQ: You do? Awesome.
NebbieQ: Hook me up with some.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *:Hits Neb with a jeep:(*
NebbieQ: Ow fuck this isn't bromine!
TheWaiChibiAngel: *It's a jeep!*
NebbieQ: Did I ask you for a jeep, hair pope?!
OMG Priam: Hair pope.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Bromine is another word for Jeep*
Arch mage144: I want to be a pope roadie.
OMG Priam: I want to see pope on a rope.
Arch mage144: Wash with it and go straight to heaven?
OMG Priam: Or maybe pope tarts.
Arch mage144: How about poperri?
OnlineHost: Arch mage144 rolled 1 7-sided die: 7
TheWaiChibiAngel: *You're both about to hit Xaq status :(*
Lithaladhwen: Or the pope's evil cousin Count Pope-ula
NebbieQ: Mmn, pope tarts...
Lithaladhwen: Or Pope-ahontas.
Arch mage144: How about popecorn?
Lithaladhwen: Popeapottamus.
Lithaladhwen: Pope-rah.
NebbieQ: ...dammit.
NebbieQ: Now I want to draw a hippopottamus with a pointy hat.
Lithaladhwen: My friend and I spent a year making everything into the Pope by adding a hat.
Arch mage144: Arrr.
Lithaladhwen: My crowning achievement was....
Arch mage144: This is like waiting for Godot.
Lithaladhwen: Pope-acabra.
OMG Priam: ........
TheWaiChibiAngel: *POPE SUCKER?!*
OMG Priam: Papal dolls =D
Arch mage144: Papal clips?
TheWaiChibiAngel: * http://www.randomidiocy.com/shini/chupa.JPG !*
OMG Priam: Did anyone else see White Dwarf?
SongstressEnlil: *Ducky = Flumph*
SongstressEnlil: *I've seen Red Dwarf*
Arch mage144: The fuck is Flumph?
SongstressEnlil: *Flumph*
Arch mage144: A = A
Arch mage144: Your circular definitions are meaningless.
SongstressEnlil: *Check your DnD manual.*
Arch mage144: ...I have no idea what you're talking about, I've more or less read the books cover to cover.
Lithaladhwen: as have I>
SongstressEnlil: *Older manuals*
Arch mage144: I think we should do something along the lines of "getting started."
SongstressEnlil: *Works for me*
Arch mage144: Because I don't own any of those, and as a result, you continue to be cryptic, esoteric, and uninformative.
OMG Priam: www.google.com
OMG Priam: uneducated bastards
Arch mage144: *shoves Priam in a blender*
Arch mage144: We're going to RP now.
OMG Priam: *blent*
SongstressEnlil: (Kay)
Arch mage144: (OK.)
Arch mage144: (Everyone ready?)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (NO)
OMG Priam: (YAES)
SongstressEnlil: (Pancakes are tasty!)
Arch mage144: <THE GM, APPARENTLY>
SongstressEnlil: <The only thing between you and pwnage is a crippling case of gout!>
OMG Priam: <THE CRYPTIC SOMETHINGORANOTHER>
NebbieQ: <Fluffiest one in attendance. Beware of static.>
TheWaiChibiAngel: <Bigger than you>
Arch mage144: *anyway, when we last left our "heroic" figures, they were planning to regroup at the Jade Dragon in a matter of hours...and why the hell are none of you using proper intro tags =P?*
SongstressEnlil: (Tradition)
OMG Priam: (You started it)
OMG Priam: (Mom, he's breathing at me)
Arch mage144: *the issue at hand was to attempt to catch up with Zeke and follow any potential leads in the interest of protecting Chandler...*
Arch mage144: *...so, what the hell is everyone doing?*
OMG Priam: *is off IN SPACE*
OMG Priam: *I wish I were kidding*
Arch mage144: *...really?*
OMG Priam: *Yes.*
Arch mage144: *what is he doing IN SPACE!?*
OMG Priam: *Well, TIME-SPACE.*
NebbieQ: *Is not in space, but rather, heading to a certain slime's place.*
NebbieQ: (It's like a regular diviner, but in spaaace!)
Arch mage144: *CONTINUUM!?*
OMG Priam: *He's trying to get a bead on this person! But alas, they are not important enough!*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Was getting the guard on Zeke's ass :(*
Arch mage144: (OK, let's let Neb and Pervy RP out the Spob + Inverse RP thingy.)
Arch mage144: ('cause chronologically that should happen before the group shows up at the JD.)
OMG Priam: (Quite)
SongstressEnlil: <Inverse the Slimey>
NebbieQ: *AND THERE HE GOES.*
NebbieQ: *There may be a knocking on his door.*
SongstressEnlil: *After a moment, the door opens to reveal a richly-robed. slender man with cyan hair.*
SongstressEnlil: Hmmm. What brings you my way? Its a bit early for my share of La Estualla Nueva's profits.
NebbieQ: *Shakes his head* I'm not hear to talk about the business.
NebbieQ: However, I would like your help with something...as would the gaurd.
SongstressEnlil: Being?
NebbieQ: Information on Zeke Mazuo, if you have it.
NebbieQ: He seems to be involved in a hit on an inventor.
SongstressEnlil: ...Is that so?
NebbieQ: *nods* By the name of Chandler.
SongstressEnlil: Huh.
SongstressEnlil: I wasn't aware the smarter Mazuo was back in town.
NebbieQ: That's the problem. He may not be in town anymore.
NebbieQ: We're trying to find him. It hasn't been that long, but we still haven't had that much luck.
SongstressEnlil: Given that he's got exactly on slipup before the Guard have him.
NebbieQ: Well, this is the slipup. The inventor's still breathing.
SongstressEnlil: Well, my people have yet to mention much.
SongstressEnlil: So I assume he's either not been back long, or he's being careful. Not that I would blame him, of course.
NebbieQ: *nods* If what I've heard about him is right, it wouldn't surprise me.
NebbieQ: Do you know of any particular haunts or hideouts he might use, while still in town?
SongstressEnlil: That's about all I have. Pity the tolerable one slipped up first.
NebbieQ: *Snorts at this*
SongstressEnlil: Hm. He's been seen around the usual traveler places; The Jade Dragon, the Ivory Horn, Kotoki's before it fell.
SongstressEnlil: Nothing recent that I've heard, of course.
NebbieQ: *nods, and jots this down mentally* Just as we thought.
NebbieQ: Also, if you find out more, you may want to give the gaurd information right away.
NebbieQ: General Silvar's involved in the investigation, and he still has a bit of a grudge on you.
SongstressEnlil: Oh ho!
SongstressEnlil: Now that is the most interesting thing...
SongstressEnlil: If they come to me, and I have something, I'll tell them.
NebbieQ: I'll be sure to tell them that.
NebbieQ: Anyways, if that's all, I better go off and meet back with them.
SongstressEnlil: Well then, fair night. And do be careful. He is a vaccumancer.
NebbieQ: *Raises an eyebrow* Vacuumancer? That's one I haven't heard before.
SongstressEnlil: Very specialized form of air magic. Focusing upon removing it, rather than directing it.
NebbieQ: Hmn. I'll keep this in mind.
NebbieQ: Anyways, I'll see you later, Inverse.
SongstressEnlil: *Nods, and heads inside*
NebbieQ: *And with that, he gives his partner a wave, and makes his way back to the Jade Dragon.*
SongstressEnlil: A grudge? Hmm. Wonder why?
SongstressEnlil: *Exeunt!*
NebbieQ: IM: I'll tell him more about Hakaril and Allen when this is all over.
Arch mage144: *meanwhile, back at the ranch--er, the Jade Dragon...*
NebbieQ: *Is out of earshot!*
NebbieQ: (And, brb)
Arch mage144: *Hakaril is waiting, presumably with Dawn, for Griff and Anion to show up, as well as Spob*
SongstressEnlil: *Allen would the there as well, likely relishing the chance to take a load off his bum leg*
OMG Priam: *has finished his antics IN SPACE, and currently hides in the rafters of the place, or some other similar you-don't-see-me hiding spot*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Eventually, the big man comes along once again, just as he did the first time! Nothing's changed :(*
Lithaladhwen: *waiting with Hakaril*
SongstressEnlil: *Allen will also have Pint x1*
Arch mage144: *party gets 1x Griff*
NebbieQ: (Back.)
Arch mage144: (Does Hak know where the hell Anion is?)
SongstressEnlil: *Nods to Griff politely*
OMG Priam: (Not unless he spots him of his own accord)
Arch mage144: (OK then.)
Arch mage144: Alright, everybody. *addresses the group*
SongstressEnlil: (Sign near Anion: If you can read this, get the hell out of my rafters! ~Dia)
Arch mage144: Zeke was supposedly here very recently.
NebbieQ: *Walking, walking...*
NebbieQ: (I'll let the GM decide when Spob arrives.)
Arch mage144: That's about all we know regarding his whereabouts. I haven't done any actual investigation yet, but I figure that the person we ought to ask first...
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...<_<
Arch mage144: ...is right over there.
Arch mage144: *points to Riss'ar, the very familiar celestial barkeep*
Arch mage144: Riss'ar: *wipes a glass*
Arch mage144: Hey, Riss'ar!
Arch mage144: R: *wipe, wipe*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ....o_o
Arch mage144: R: Yes, Mister Hakaril, sir?
TheWaiChibiAngel: ....Hey. He's talkin' to you. <_<
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Scratch :O)
Arch mage144: Have you seen a guy in here with blue hair, kind of like mine, only much, much longer? And a red beret? Rowdy fellow?
Arch mage144: R: Yes. o.o *wipe, wipe*
Arch mage144: When was he here last?
Arch mage144: R: Last night. *wipe, wipe* I think he left with a group of pretty ladies. o.o He was very drunk.
Arch mage144: That so. Anyone got the time?
SongstressEnlil: Do you know where he's staying?
NebbieQ: (Zeke: *wakes up, in a tub full of ice* Aw crap, not again...)
Arch mage144: R: No, I usually have no reason to ask customers things like that. Why, are you looking for him? o.o *wipes the glass one last time and sets it down*
SongstressEnlil: (Zeke: *Goes to get another Regen spell cast on him*)
Arch mage144: (You can't use Regen to regrow a kidney. o_O)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Yeah, they just come back on their own.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Duh.)
Arch mage144: Yeah, I am. He's wanted for a crime of some sort. Where's Anion? He always knows exactly what time it is.
Lithaladhwen: *waits for a request to 'rape' someone's brain. -_-'*
SongstressEnlil: *Enjoys his beverage and his sit down!*
NebbieQ: (It's not rape. It's surprise psionics.)
Lithaladhwen: ( ... )
Arch mage144: R: Um, well, he might be back in tonight. He's come in every night for the past few days.
Arch mage144: Alright then. I guess we're on some bizarre sort of bar stakeout.
SongstressEnlil: Better than a normal one, if you ask me.
Arch mage144: (*punches while raps*)
NebbieQ: *And wonder of wonders, a familiar face enters into the tavern.*
Lithaladhwen: ( *laughs until it becomes necessary to puff on imaginary inhaler* )
OMG Priam: *hangs out, keeps an eye on the windows and such.* (bee arr bee, detective work)
NebbieQ: *Spob looks around for the others when he walks in, and starts heading for their general area once he spots them.*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Bar steakout.
SongstressEnlil: *Seeing as they'll be staying, Allen takes this chance to flag down a goblin and get some stew!*
Arch mage144: Yes, stakeout. We sit here and watch until Zeke shows up.
Arch mage144: ...I'm not sure what to do when he gets here.
NebbieQ: Hey, everybody.
NebbieQ: *Takes a seat*
Lithaladhwen: Hello.
NebbieQ: How goes the search?
SongstressEnlil: *Nods to Spob*
Arch mage144: Hello, Spob. We're just going to camp out here until Zeke shows up, because according to Riss'ar, he's been coming in here every night for the past several days.
NebbieQ: *nod* Good, good.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...That's no indication he's coming back. <_<
SongstressEnlil: Probably arrest him for trying to kill Chandler, I imagine. And it's not, but habits die hard.
NebbieQ: Griff has a point.
Arch mage144: You have a better idea?
NebbieQ: He could be hiding out, unless something drags him here.
NebbieQ: *Sighs* Sadly, none.
Lithaladhwen: Something to drag him here? Like alcohol?
Arch mage144: And women.
Lithaladhwen: It would seem
TheWaiChibiAngel: Alcohol can be picked up, like, anywhere.
Arch mage144: ...hey, waitaminute. You're a woman.
SongstressEnlil: ...
Lithaladhwen: Yes. You noticed.
NebbieQ: IM: Please don't say what I think you're going to say...
Arch mage144: I have a brilliant idea.
Lithaladhwen: I bet you don't.
NebbieQ: I agree with her.
Arch mage144: ......
SongstressEnlil: I'll bet she's right.
Arch mage144: Damnit!
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
Arch mage144: What's wrong with having her seduce him so we can lure him someplace he'll be easier to arrest, or at least, force a confession out of him!?
TheWaiChibiAngel: .......
Lithaladhwen: If you ask me to, I will. But I will never concede that it is a good idea.
SongstressEnlil: The first part
NebbieQ: ...I think she has to find him before she can seduce him.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Spob has a point. <_<
Arch mage144: I'm planning ahead here!
TheWaiChibiAngel: And I really dislike the idea of whoring people who are trying to help out. >_>
TheWaiChibiAngel: Expecially whoring them to Kamos's family.
NebbieQ: Anyways...from my talk with Inverse, if he isn't here, we can check out the other big taverns...nothing we didn't know before.
Arch mage144: She's a mental mage, she can probably just convince him she's the hottest stuff on Gaera without ever touching him.
SongstressEnlil: Why don't we just slip something into his drink?
Lithaladhwen: Probably.
Arch mage144: I bet she could make him think he'd had the best sex in all creation when in fact she hit him over the head and left him in alley.
Lithaladhwen: ..
TheWaiChibiAngel: I'm willing to bet I could hit him hard enough that he won't be thinking straight for a decade. <_<
Arch mage144: This shit happens to people, man!
NebbieQ: (Zeke: I've been concussed like I've never been cocussed before!)
TheWaiChibiAngel: That would work just as well.
Arch mage144: No, that's no good.
SongstressEnlil: I mean, you're the highest ranked mage in Gaera. It shouldn't be hard to whip up a sleep potion, right?
Arch mage144: I want to find out who he's working for.
OMG Priam: *a very strange magical emanation, indescribable in its slight discomfort, washes over the patrons of the Inn. Most do not react; they have somehow become used to this.*
Arch mage144: I'm not an alchemist, sir.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Okay.
TheWaiChibiAngel: How about this.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I'm a guard. <_<
TheWaiChibiAngel: I know how to get information.
Arch mage144: ...*looks up*
TheWaiChibiAngel: Keep him down, and I'll get it out of him.
Arch mage144: You're also dealing with a trained killer. You have no idea what he'll do to you if you have to fight with the guy.
Lithaladhwen: I assure you I am quite capable of finding out if necessary.
OMG Priam: *is not there!*
NebbieQ: That reminds me.
Lithaladhwen: Without fighting.
NebbieQ: There's something else I found out about Zeke that we should know about, if you don't already.
Arch mage144: What?
SongstressEnlil: If Dawn is willing, she can pick his brain, right? Once we get what we need, Griff can arrest him without worrying about.
NebbieQ: He's knows this very...odd form of air magic called "vacuumancy". Instead of controlling air, it removes it.
NebbieQ: Just thought you'd like to know if things turn nasty. *Shrugs*
Lithaladhwen: Well, I doubt that he will see me as a threat.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I can deal with that. >_>
Lithaladhwen: *smiles*
Arch mage144: *shrugs back* My understanding is that he's a sorcerer hunter by nature.
Arch mage144: Not a big deal. He can't fight all of us, I don't think.
Arch mage144: But we do have to find him first.
SongstressEnlil: We've got him outnumbered, like I was gonna say.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Not with magic nullifying manacles.
SongstressEnlil: Maybe we should shut up, in case he walks in on us.
OMG Priam: *just then, the door opens*
Arch mage144: Because he's going to put those on if you hand them to him and say, "here, try these on, don't they look comfortable?"
Arch mage144: !
NebbieQ: IM: Maybe he has something new to add...
OMG Priam: *And Anion steps through. Slightly dusty.*
Lithaladhwen: IM: He might if I tell him to do it.
SongstressEnlil: *Nods to Anion*
Arch mage144: Well, if it isn't a very dusty Anion.
OMG Priam: *nods to the barkeep, then heads to the table. He does not sit.*
Arch mage144: Where have you been o_O?
OMG Priam: Oh, I've been around.
SongstressEnlil: IM: He sure is convinced that Zeke guy is powerful as all hell. Weird.
Arch mage144: Any idea where Zeke might be, then? Find anything out?
OMG Priam: Unfortunately all I've managed to discern about this character is that he is unimportant, on a global scale.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...>_>
TheWaiChibiAngel: Okay, see...
SongstressEnlil: IM: Never met a Valthi who wouldn't crumble when you hit him in the head, myself. Ahhh, those were the days.
TheWaiChibiAngel: He'll put them on when I throw him on his ass and put them on him.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Valthi are imune to headshots :( )
Arch mage144: Anion, if you ever perform divinations like that and come tell me the same thing...
NebbieQ: (But not headpunches. :( )
Arch mage144: ...I'm just going to assume you're confused and tell you to go away.
NebbieQ: *Just takes this in*
Arch mage144: Anyway, he's not important cosmically, sure, but he's important to me, right now.
OMG Priam: Indeed.
SongstressEnlil: I say, Griff? If this gets messy, can I borrow one of those swords?
Arch mage144: *it's getting fairly late...*
Arch mage144: *the bar's evening crowd is starting to file in--all the usual suspects*
OMG Priam: ...Nueva, is that correct?
NebbieQ: *nods* Spob Nueva, yes.
Arch mage144: *many are just coming in for a bite to eat, but some are up for a bit of heavier entertaining, including lots and lots of alcohol, singing, and dancing on the tables*
OMG Priam: You spoke with the local information dealer about this, correct?
NebbieQ: Yeah, but I didn't find out much.
NebbieQ: If he gets anything new, he'll go to the gaurd.
OMG Priam: Does he know that our mark missed his mark?
NebbieQ: *nods* He has.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Hmm...
Arch mage144: *at this point, there's enough noise in the inn that people talking in one corner can hear nothing but companions at their own table over the din*
TheWaiChibiAngel: I dunno. I don't usually hand them out. <_<
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...But I guess it would be okay, in this case.
OMG Priam: *addresses the group again* It is only a matter of time, then, before this Mazuo's failure becomes known to his employer.
Arch mage144: *and the door opens once again to let in a small group of patrons...*
SongstressEnlil: *Nods* I'll get it back to you. I'm a bit rusty, but good enough, I imagine.
Arch mage144: *...and in comes just the man everyone is looking for*
NebbieQ: *Watches.*
OMG Priam: *notices the change on Spob's face* !!
OMG Priam: Quit staring.....
NebbieQ: IM: I wonder if I can get him with a good stun spell..
NebbieQ: *Looks away.*
Arch mage144: *he is as described (and replicated by Anion's illusions)--very tall, nearly 6 feet, blue-haired and adorned with a red beret along with his black clothing*
SongstressEnlil: IM: Well, let's see how this goes.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *SLowly moves twards the door in a "I'm going to get ready to block this soon" way!*
Lithaladhwen: *eyes Zeke speculatively*
SongstressEnlil: *Finishes his pint*
NebbieQ: *Quietly* Sorry, just making sure who it was.
OMG Priam: You too, mentalist. Do not stare.
Arch mage144: *at the moment, aside from his coat, he's wearing a tunic/shirt with lettering that reads "Absolute Terror"*
SongstressEnlil: *Concentrates on his stew*
Lithaladhwen: Hm.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Simply acts like a guy who'd have a part time job as a bouncer :O*
OMG Priam: I will see what I can do. I work here, after all.
SongstressEnlil: *quietly to the group* Maybe we should get him a few rounds?
Lithaladhwen: *as directed... does not stare*
NebbieQ: *nods to Allen*
Arch mage144: Z: *moves in among the crowd of people and orders himself a drink*
OMG Priam: *steps behind the bar*
Arch mage144: Riss'ar: o_o *wonders briefly what Anion is doing behind the bar* Excuse me, sir? Can I help you?
OMG Priam: Oh, just improving your drinks again. It's that time of the week, you know.
Arch mage144: R: Er, what?
SongstressEnlil: IM: Hee hee. Good to see he was thinking like I was.
OMG Priam: You know. Well, I guess you haven't been here very often while I've been working; I usually work much later.
Arch mage144: Z: *is drinking some sort of mixed concoction that would probably knock the average man on his ass after three sips*
NebbieQ: IM: I have a bad feeling about this.
Arch mage144: R: Oh, um, okay. You just do your job, and I can do mine! ^_^
OMG Priam: All right.
SongstressEnlil: (But is Zeke immune to headshots?!)
NebbieQ: IM: ...oh. Or maybe not.
NebbieQ: (No. His head has actual brains in it.)
Arch mage144: Z: *finishes his beverage* Hey, bartender, I could use another drink, if you don't mind!
TheWaiChibiAngel: (That doesn't make sense, he's Valthi.)
OMG Priam: *listens when the drink order for Zeke comes back* Whoah, that's some good stuff; let's give him his money's worth.
SongstressEnlil: IM: Maybe I won't have to get involved. Wouldn't that be nice? I'd like to go easy on my leg.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I suppose I'll just sit here and wait if this Anion thinks he can handle this himself.
SongstressEnlil: *Savors that stew, ah yeah.*
Arch mage144: Z: I need another Liquid Circumcision, man, my brain's still got its foreskin!
OMG Priam: *takes the bottle for it, and magicks it good and solid as he usually does; the liquid will taste as though it was aged a couple more decades than it actually has been aged*
TheWaiChibiAngel: IM:...Waht
SongstressEnlil: (Oh shit, he's going for Hawkings Breweries!)
OMG Priam: *as a final bit, he touches a small glass object at his belt to the top of the bottle. Truth serum wai!*
NebbieQ: IM: ...I'm not sure whether or not I should be surprised by that name.
Arch mage144: (The party in our D&D campaign so far has acquired 1x bottle of Dead Man's Washrag and 1x bottle of Liquid Circumcision.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: IM:...What
TheWaiChibiAngel: IM:....No, what?
SongstressEnlil: (Hee hee. Ole Hawkin's Legacy lives on)
TheWaiChibiAngel: IM:....Yeah, I think that's why I stopped drinking so often.
OMG Priam: *sets the bottle down in front of Riss'ar* There. Go ahead, it's freshened now.
Arch mage144: R: Okay! ^_^
SongstressEnlil: (I need to use him mroe)
NebbieQ: IM: Reminds me of some of the stuff I tried once...
SongstressEnlil: (more, too!)
OMG Priam: *continues 'aging' the other bottles' contents as he normally would*
Lithaladhwen: IM: This is precisely why I don't drink. Revolting.
Arch mage144: R: Here you go, Mister Mazuo. Hey, I thought you had a relative around here, right? Kamos, right?
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Erech: *Takes everything Hawkins has, stays sober* Lord of the drink. e_e)
Arch mage144: Z: Kam-Kam? Yeah, he's my cousin. *drink* What's your point? He's a crazy guy. Got himself a dragongirl fetish or something.
SongstressEnlil: IM: If he's supposed to be the competitant one...I don't want to know what they other is like.
NebbieQ: IM: ...Kam-Kam?
Arch mage144: Z: I had one of those once. Damn. She was good. But not exactly fetish-worthy. Kamos was, like, after them exclusively.
NebbieQ: *Stifles some snickering*
Arch mage144: *Zeke is apparently actually pretty hammered*
OMG Priam: *thus, he will probably not notice when he becomes a bit woozier than normal*
Arch mage144: R: Oh, I see. I know only a few dragons. The queen, and her sister. Her sister works here sometimes, as a barkeep, like me.
Arch mage144: Z: Yeah, I think it was the queen's sister. Damn. She ran off afterwards, though, acted like she never wanted to see me again.
Arch mage144: R: Oh. o.o I'm sorry.
Arch mage144: Z: *proceeds to abruptly fall off his stool*
Lithaladhwen: IM: *drily* You poor man.
OMG Priam: Let me take care of this order....*mixes a fairly elementary drink order, takes it to the party's table*
SongstressEnlil: IM: You know, if he wasn't a damned merc, I could like that guy.
NebbieQ: IM: Now that isn't a fun sound.
Arch mage144: R: Oh dear. o.o
OMG Priam: *sets the drink down* He's weakened. He cannot lie. He cannot even resist questioning. Do take this opportunity....
NebbieQ: Looks like he could use a helping hand.
Arch mage144: *Hakaril proceeds to get up and grab Zeke* Hey, man, what's the matter with you? Get up! *helps the mercenary to his feet*
Arch mage144: Come on, let's go over here and sit down, so you're not sprawled out across the floor.
Arch mage144: *guides Zeke to a chair with the party*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Moves away from the door!*
OMG Priam: *makes his way back behind the bar as Zeke and Hak approach the table again*
NebbieQ: *Makes room.*
Arch mage144: *hairflip*
Arch mage144: Alright. You're Zeke Mazuo, right?
Arch mage144: Z: Yeah. *slurs slightly*
Lithaladhwen: Well. Hello.
NebbieQ: Doing alright?
Arch mage144: I have a question.
Arch mage144: Z: *makes a gun with his fingers and points at Hakaril* Shoot.
Arch mage144: If Anion's information's accurate, we don't have to be subtle. I like that.
Arch mage144: Do you know a guy named Chandler Sablemech?
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Stands nearby!*
Arch mage144: Z: Yeah. Kinda. Name anyway. Why?
NebbieQ: Sure you've never seen the guy?
Arch mage144: IM: If he can't lie, this should be easy...
Arch mage144: Z: I've seen him, once.
NebbieQ: Really? o.o When?
Arch mage144: Z: When I tried to put a hole in his head from his window, basically.
Arch mage144: Z: Fuckin' missed, though.
Lithaladhwen: *little laugh*
NebbieQ: Now why would you do a thing like that? <.<
Arch mage144: Z: Bastard moved at the last second.
SongstressEnlil: Why's you do that?
NebbieQ: It's rude, you know, shooting people in the head.
Arch mage144: Z: Huh? Oh. Mission.
SongstressEnlil: Who for?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Mission?
Arch mage144: Z: Rude? No way. It's just another job.
TheWaiChibiAngel: From who?
Arch mage144: Z: Employer.
OMG Priam: im: ...why are they all talking to him at the same time?....
TheWaiChibiAngel: What's his name?
NebbieQ: IM: Well, I have nothing new to add.
SongstressEnlil: *Backs off, noting his companions eagerness.*
Arch mage144: Z: Don't remember.
TheWaiChibiAngel: What
TheWaiChibiAngel: *What's he look like?
Lithaladhwen: IM: Searching his mind at this point would probably be largely a waste of energy.
Arch mage144: Z: Blonde. Tall guy. Hair kind of like his. *points to Hak* Style, anyway. Red eyes. Typical Valthi corporate dress.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Where's he at?
Arch mage144: Z: Valth.
Arch mage144: Z: ...I think.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...You think.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Figure it out.
NebbieQ: IM: ...great. It isn't just a single person, it's an entire organisation.
Arch mage144: Z: He can move around, you idiot.
SongstressEnlil: Why's he want Chandler dead?
Arch mage144: Z: Are you rooted to the ground?
Arch mage144: Z: He stole something.
SongstressEnlil: *Nods*
OMG Priam: (*makes ramen*)
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Takes a step closer* If you were on a job for him, he should have given yo ua place to meet him again.
SongstressEnlil: IM: Dead man. That inventor is a dead dead man.
TheWaiChibiAngel: WHere is that place?
Lithaladhwen: ( *eats clams* )
Arch mage144: (Priam is a good American.)
SongstressEnlil: (*Ate Panckaes, will eat hot wings later!*)
Arch mage144: Z: He didn't give me one. I was supposed to send a letter with proof.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Letter to who?
TheWaiChibiAngel: You can't remember his name.
SongstressEnlil: Or where?
NebbieQ: IM: I swear, if he lost the address...
Lithaladhwen: IM: Proof?
SongstressEnlil: What'd this man steal, anyway?
Arch mage144: Z: He didn't tell me his name. But he did tell me what to call him. Obviously not his name.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Then where is the letter going? e_e
Arch mage144: Z: I guess that's his name for your purposes. I'm supposed to call him R.
Arch mage144: Z: The letter's going to a post-office box somewhere in Valth.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Fuckin' lovely.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (brb might quick)
SongstressEnlil: IM: I am not going to Valth. No. No. No Valth. No.
Arch mage144: Z: As far as what he stole...
NebbieQ: IM: I wonder if we could drag those guys here....naaahhhh.
Arch mage144: Z: Supposedly, the design plans for some sort of advanced combat machine.
NebbieQ: Oh?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Combat machine? o_o
SongstressEnlil: IM: So that's what he was supposed to steal!
SongstressEnlil: *Send
Arch mage144: Z: Yeah. Like metal armor, but bigger. It's got legs, and you drive it.
NebbieQ: IM: Hey, sounds like something that Milo guy was working on.
SongstressEnlil: IM: And they think it would WORK?! AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!
SongstressEnlil: *Grinning.*
Arch mage144: Z: It's just a prototype. I don't know anything else about it.
OMG Priam: (Wow. This....Wow.)
OMG Priam: (WOW.)
Arch mage144: (Chandler stole the plans for the METAL GEAR OMG)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (I was about to say...)
Arch mage144: (Just kidding :D)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Shagohad ;_;)(
OMG Priam: (Kurt: Hey, Milo. Where'd you put those blueprints?)
SongstressEnlil: (So who gets to be The Fury?)
NebbieQ: (You know, I always get the names for Kurt and Milo mixed up.)
Arch mage144: Z: Anyway, I've gotta get those plans back and kill that inventor.
NebbieQ: IM:...thank the gods that's his proof.
Arch mage144: Z: ...except that I'm a little too drunk to do it right now.
Lithaladhwen: *another little laugh*
Arch mage144: Z: Anyone want to give me a hand?
SongstressEnlil: *Looks to the rest*
NebbieQ: ...I don't think we'll have a problem with that.
Arch mage144: Z: Great. You know where he lives? Just go stab him or something and bring me the plans.
Lithaladhwen: And we do this for free?
Arch mage144: Z: I dunno, I'll give you a cut? I think I'm going to pass out.
NebbieQ: Here.
SongstressEnlil: Hey, if you're gonna pass out, why not have one more?
Arch mage144: Z: In fact, I am going to pass out.
SongstressEnlil: We'll get you a room, eh?
Arch mage144: Z: *passes out*
OMG Priam: >_>
Arch mage144: ...that was...informative.
NebbieQ: ...think we should pat him down for weapons?
SongstressEnlil: Griff?
NebbieQ: He's not going to be too happy when he wakes up.
Lithaladhwen: *rests chin on palm* That was informative.
Arch mage144: (ONNA)
OMG Priam: *keeps doing his work*
Lithaladhwen: ( fucking lag)
Arch mage144: I don't feel like frisking him. You do it. Let's take him outside, at least.
Arch mage144: *tries to drag the unconscious mercenary outside*
Arch mage144: *...and drops him in the gutter*
NebbieQ: *Lets the overly large gaurd help with this.*
Arch mage144: Alright, who wants to take his weapons? And what the hell do we do with him now, lock him up?
OMG Priam: (HUUGE!)
SongstressEnlil: Yep.
NebbieQ: I'd like to take a look at what he has, myself.
Arch mage144: Well then. Lock him up.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Right. <_<
Arch mage144: So quit telling me about it and search him. o_o
TheWaiChibiAngel: Way ahead of you.*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *ALready doing so*
Arch mage144: *Shini finds the following...*
OMG Priam: *Dimate!*
SongstressEnlil: *Griff
Arch mage144: *Two Valthi handguns with customized grips, two halves of a two-bladed sword that obviously hook together, an old issue of Playvalthi, a couple of vials of greenish fluid, and a vial of silver, mercury-like metal*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ....Uhhh...
OMG Priam: *finishes, excuses himself, meets with the party*
OMG Priam: So. Did we learn anything?
NebbieQ: Yyyep.
OMG Priam: ....
Arch mage144: *he also has a sort of barbed boot knife*
OMG Priam: ....what is that? *indicating the vials*
TheWaiChibiAngel: Good question.
NebbieQ: Not sure, yet.
OMG Priam: (poison knowledge roll?)
NebbieQ: (Spob has knowledge in potions. Can he roll to get a hint?)
SongstressEnlil: He's hired by some Valthi merchant kingpin.
Arch mage144: I don't know. I'd have to run compound analysis on them to figure it out.
Arch mage144: (Yes.)
Arch mage144: (3d6 me.)
OnlineHost: NebbieQ rolled 3 6-sided dice: 1 2 5
OnlineHost: OMG Priam rolled 3 6-sided dice: 2 1 1
SongstressEnlil: (Pwned)
OMG Priam: (wewt)
SongstressEnlil: (That's Anion's second)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (brb)
OMG Priam: (One of the perks of having the Dicemaster as your player)
SongstressEnlil: (Priam, I am bringing my dice., You will bless them)
Arch mage144: *the greenish vials are a type of artificial, lab-created poison refined from a certain type of herb that tends to grow in cold climates--in any case, it's a weapon-appliable neurotoxin*
Arch mage144: *the silver stuff is not poison at all*
Arch mage144: Okay, so, unsurprisingly, he's armed to the teeth.
SongstressEnlil: (It's mercury! He's been spiking Kamos' food to give him Mad Hatter's syndrome!)
TheWaiChibiAngel: ....I've seen worse. o_o
Arch mage144: ...I'll take that. *grabs the magazine*
Arch mage144: Confiscating it as official evidence.
Arch mage144: *shoves it in his pocket*
OMG Priam: (blood-contact poison? Skin?)
Lithaladhwen: *inwardly sighs*
Arch mage144: (Skin contact is enough.)
OMG Priam: Do be very careful with those vials.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
TheWaiChibiAngel: Hak. >_>
OMG Priam: And that boot knife, too. It likely is coated.
Arch mage144: What?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Gimme the magazine back. It's going with the rest of his crap in a lockup.
NebbieQ: Wouldn't surprise me if the swords were, either.
SongstressEnlil: It'd have to be magical for it to be coated
Arch mage144: I'll take this one in personally.
SongstressEnlil: Otherwise, I'd dry up.
OMG Priam: That would not surprise me, for a mercenary.
TheWaiChibiAngel: That magazine isn't evidance.
TheWaiChibiAngel: It's pron.
SongstressEnlil: *It'd
TheWaiChibiAngel: **Porn
Arch mage144: I wouldn't want to trouble you with it.
TheWaiChibiAngel: No, it's no trouble.
SongstressEnlil: ...Griff, let him have it.
TheWaiChibiAngel: One of my men'll take it.
Arch mage144: It's my responsibility for now. I'll deal with it.
TheWaiChibiAngel: No, no.
OMG Priam: *looks at Dawn...*
Arch mage144: If one of them wants it later they can have it.
TheWaiChibiAngel: A general shouldn't be seen with stuff like that on the streets.
Arch mage144: It's in my coat.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Would be bad, y'know?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Someone may have seen you pick it up.
Lithaladhwen: IM: What the hell does Anion want now?
Arch mage144: Oh, fine. *hands it over*
Arch mage144: I might come down to the evidence room later to review the findings.
NebbieQ: And what about Chandler?
OMG Priam: im: Geez. That took long enough.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Takes it back, and puts it with the rest of his crap* Now, we just gotta find someone to drag him in for me. Or just do it myself.
NebbieQ: It wouldn't surprise me if other mercs came after him.
Arch mage144: Zeke's not going to be able to try to kill him if we throw him in a cell.
Arch mage144: No, that'd be an insult to Zeke.
Arch mage144: No employer hires multiple mercenaries to take out the same target. It results in unnecessary competition.
SongstressEnlil: You know. We might want to get those plans from him.
Arch mage144: The mercenaries end up fighting amongst each other instead of hunting their quarry.
OMG Priam: Plans?
NebbieQ: Let's at least take Allen's suggestion.
Arch mage144: That doesn't sound like a terrible idea, if we can get them.
NebbieQ: That's why they're after him, Anion.
Arch mage144: Plans for some sort of weapon.
OMG Priam: I see.
Arch mage144: Chandler apparently stole them.
SongstressEnlil: Chandler stole some Valthi merchant's plans.
OMG Priam: ....what?
OMG Priam: That makes no sense.
SongstressEnlil: *Shrugs*
NebbieQ: *Shrugs*
Arch mage144: I'd say it's more like some Valthi engineer's.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Probably not a merchant.
NebbieQ: We may want to ask Chandler more about this, if we can stop him from twitching long enough.
OMG Priam: I believe, either through ethics or incompetence, that Chandler is completely incapable of stealing anything.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *brb*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ()
Arch mage144: Whatever. He's got something that doesn't belong to him, and people are willing to kill him for them.
SongstressEnlil: Dumb luck.
Arch mage144: Let's put Zeke someplace he can't do anyone any harm. That's priority one. Then we go find Chandler.
OMG Priam: Didn't Chandler himself say he was not very interested in weapons?
NebbieQ: ...transportation.
Arch mage144: Chandler has an odd view of what "weapons" are.
NebbieQ: What the plans were like, it sounded like an experiment some mages here were doing.
OMG Priam: Hmm.
NebbieQ: The weapon plans were for a giant suit of armor, for a lack of a better word. Only you rode it.
Lithaladhwen: *listens rather disinterestedly*
Arch mage144: *lifts Zeke with Griff* Again. Let's get him in a cell first. *drag*
SongstressEnlil: Wait, you mean the golem that carries people, right?
NebbieQ: *nod* That's the one.
OMG Priam: *helps, with his minimal strength*
NebbieQ: Hey, need an extra hand?
NebbieQ: *Goes over to help, if needed*
Arch mage144: I think we're okay. *the group presumably moves to the castle with Zeke and deposits him in a nice, high-security cell*
SongstressEnlil: So that really does exist...
OMG Priam: Not yet, necessarily.
SongstressEnlil: *Sorta follows, out of idle curiousity.*
NebbieQ: *Welp, just follows along, then.*
Arch mage144: *slams the doors shut on Zeke's new home and dusts off his hands*
Arch mage144: I hate to lock him in here. I kinda like him.
Arch mage144: ...aside from his trying to kill Darin...
Arch mage144: ...and now his trying to kill Zeke...
OMG Priam: im: I'd like to take those plans for myself, actually....
Arch mage144: *CHANDLER
Arch mage144: (That was one fucked up typo)
OMG Priam: im: The Guardians would have my head for it, though...
NebbieQ: (He needs suicide intervention.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (That's why he's locked up.)
Arch mage144: ...bastard is going to cause trouble, apparently, so we'll have to put him in here for now.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Right.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Now what?
NebbieQ: These cells stop magic, right?
Arch mage144: I hope he wasn't keeping a spare weapon in his ass or something. Because that's not my job to check.
OMG Priam: .......
Arch mage144: Yeah, they do. He's not vaccuming his way out or whatever.
TheWaiChibiAngel: They'll check. >_>
Arch mage144: Good.
Arch mage144: I heard of a prisoner once who kept a knife in his ass for seven years.
SongstressEnlil: ...
Arch mage144: Then, when he got just the right opportunity, he used it to escape.
NebbieQ: ...that's...uncomfortable. o_o
SongstressEnlil: You know...
OMG Priam: I heard the same story with a watch.
SongstressEnlil: ...No
TheWaiChibiAngel: I heard something about a watch, once, b...
Arch mage144: He was desperate.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...You too? >_>
SongstressEnlil: Not saying anything.
OMG Priam: ....
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Priam: Kudos to you.)
SongstressEnlil: (Allen: ALRIGHT! IT WAS ME!)
OMG Priam: *gives Griff a look, like "how in Fuck's name do you know about that?"*
Arch mage144: Must've been a family heirloom.
Arch mage144: Maybe it was somebody's birthright. Who cares.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Kudos to Brian, as well :( )
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Shrugs*
Arch mage144: Let's go see if Chandler actually has those plans.
SongstressEnlil: *Nods*
NebbieQ: (And the Tamago song cheers us on)
Arch mage144: *so, the group walks back to Chandler's workshop--it's rather late at night, presently*
Arch mage144: *knocks*
Arch mage144: *no answer*
Arch mage144: Everybody duck.
Arch mage144: *pulls the door open rapidly*
Arch mage144: *BLAM!*
NebbieQ: *Ducking!*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Ducked!*
Arch mage144: CHANDLER! QUIT SHOOTING, IT'S ME!
OMG Priam: *sidestepped....several yards*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...That guy has some damn nice reflexes.
SongstressEnlil: *Just stood there, but he wasn't by the door*
Arch mage144: *standing in the dimly-lit workshop is a familiar mechanic, only in unfamiliar, and highly effeminate, clothing...*
Arch mage144: *he's still covered in grease, though, just like always, and pointing a pistol at the doorway*
Arch mage144: C: Oh. Hello.
OMG Priam: im: I probably should have accounted for the duration on that spell...
SongstressEnlil: ...
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Oh. Yeah. Hello. e_e
Arch mage144: C: Sorry about that. Can't take chances, price on my head and all.
SongstressEnlil: IM: Yeah, I'm not gonna feel bad about taking through.
Arch mage144: C: What do you guys want? Anyone want a Volt?
OMG Priam: Chandler. Good news.
SongstressEnlil: Would a hitman knock?
NebbieQ: ...I'll pass.
SongstressEnlil: And we got you man.
Arch mage144: C: What's that?
OMG Priam: We locked him up. No more threat to you.
Arch mage144: C: You found him? Excellent! He's not going to be able to kill me anymore!
Arch mage144: C: ...just everyone else...*shifty eyes*
OMG Priam: ......
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
TheWaiChibiAngel: Yes.
TheWaiChibiAngel: We have proof that EVERYONE ELSE IN THE CITY IS TRYING TO KILL YOU.
Arch mage144: C: !
TheWaiChibiAngel: What the hell is wrong with you!?
Arch mage144: C: *dives under his workbench*
Lithaladhwen: *tries not to laugh*
Arch mage144: C: I KNEW IT ALL ALONG!
TheWaiChibiAngel: YOUR WORKBENCH IS IN ON IT.
OMG Priam: *takes this time to visually scour this workbench for plans of any sort*
TheWaiChibiAngel: IT'S A TRAP! e_e
Arch mage144: C: COME AND GET ME, YOU BASTARDS!
NebbieQ: Twitchy, isn't he? 6_6
Arch mage144: *nothing, Anion, sorry!*
SongstressEnlil: I tried to poison your drink. Did it work?
SongstressEnlil: *chuckles*
OMG Priam: *whips around, looking about the place for plans*
Arch mage144: C: I'm still alive! And my workbench is my friend! And it is not a trap!
TheWaiChibiAngel: Oh, it's a trap.
Arch mage144: (Damnit, Shini, now Griff = Admiral Akbar)
SongstressEnlil: *Looks about for anything like plans for a golem*
TheWaiChibiAngel: (:D)
Lithaladhwen: *covers eyes with one hand, still repressing laughter*
Arch mage144: CHANDLER.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Someone snuck in while you were away.
NebbieQ: IM: Well, now that he's distracted...
Arch mage144: Do you want to know why he was trying to kill you?
TheWaiChibiAngel: It's going to collapse on you!
SongstressEnlil: IM: I'm such a bastard.
NebbieQ: *Sneaks in as well.*
NebbieQ has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: If we want to discuss this with him... is panicking him the right way to start?
SongstressEnlil: (And she sneaks out!)
NebbieQ has entered the room.
OMG Priam: Perhaps discussion is not the best course with a man of these sorts.
NebbieQ: (Tst.)
Arch mage144: C: *is still panicked as hell under his desk* Yeah, why was he, aside from the obvious!?
Lithaladhwen: Hm. Perhaps.
NebbieQ: (Or rather, Test.)
Arch mage144: C: He wanted to steal my inventions, right?
TheWaiChibiAngel: I can't help it. >_>;
Arch mage144: Actually, he seems to think you stole something yourself.
SongstressEnlil: Sorry, couldn't resist.
Arch mage144: C: Never! I would never steal anything from another inventor!
Arch mage144: No?
NebbieQ: You know, that is a possibility.
Arch mage144: C: No!
SongstressEnlil: Did you borrow something, maybe?
NebbieQ: Anyone want to check if he's telling the truth? <_<
OMG Priam: .............
Arch mage144: C: No!
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Did you ever talk to any blonde guy with red eyes?
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Other than me? >___>
OMG Priam: Did you perhaps trade? Or might you mistakenly have brought home the wrong plans?
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 3 6-sided dice: 3 6 5
Arch mage144: C: No!
SongstressEnlil: *Searches out further*
Arch mage144: Chandler.
Lithaladhwen: *Dawn casts a spell to determine whether Chandler is telling the truth*
OMG Priam: im: ....paper doesn't have a Lifeline, no matter how important it is....
Arch mage144: C: I didn't steal anything. What's he accusing me of stealing?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Borrow? Buy?
Arch mage144: Plans for a machine of some sorts. A weapon. Armor that walks on two legs, like a person, but is driven, like a vehicle.
Lithaladhwen: ( Does Dawn have any indication about Chandler's statements? )
Arch mage144: (He's not lying. If he lies, I'll tell you.)
Lithaladhwen: He's telling the truth.
Lithaladhwen: So far.
Arch mage144: C: I didn't steal those! I invented them myself! I can even show you the prototype I built if you want!
OMG Priam: Truth is the best sort of lie.
NebbieQ: That may not be a bad idea.
OMG Priam: Just ask the politicians.
Lithaladhwen: Hm. People who cannot lie do not know the value of truth.
Arch mage144: C: If someone else came up with the same thing, it's just a coincidence!
Arch mage144: C: Maybe they stole it from me!
SongstressEnlil: You know...
NebbieQ: That's what I'm thinking.
OMG Priam: im: Skeptics. Bah.
SongstressEnlil: I could see them doing that.
NebbieQ: Or at least, trying to.
Arch mage144: Show us the prototype, Chandler.
Arch mage144: C: Unfortunately, I can't here. I left it at my workshop in Narshe.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Narshe.
OMG Priam: .......
TheWaiChibiAngel: (...I just got the most horrible image.)
OMG Priam: (You know it!)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Chandler: Behold, Metal Gear Ray!)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Ray: :Bangs blindly on a keyboard:)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Chandler: It's my greatest yet ;_;)
SongstressEnlil: Huh.
NebbieQ: Narshe?
OMG Priam: (Chandler: I labelled this button "Tekmissile!" I think it's pretty keen!)
Arch mage144: C: Yeah. I left the prototypes in Narshe. I built them in Enchufa, but now they're being stored in Narshe. No one will bother them there. Not so many thieves trying to steal inventions.
SongstressEnlil: Been years since I've been that way.
Arch mage144: C: And you think the Valthi are convinced I stole the plans from them?
SongstressEnlil: Narshe is a good place, if you don't mind the cold.
OMG Priam: No.
OMG Priam: I think they want your technology, and say you stole it to make themselves sound righteous.
Lithaladhwen: Agreed.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I wouldn't put that past them.
NebbieQ: That's the gist of it. *Shrugs*
Arch mage144: C: The Valthi are way ahead of us, to tell you the truth. They've been more focused on it. They generally have a lower magical aptitude, on average.
Arch mage144: C: It's not likely that I can develop much they haven't thought of before, but it's possible that my unique perspective on what inventions are necessary compared to theirs might matter.
Arch mage144: C: When it comes to weaponry, though...there's no way.
NebbieQ: Hn...
SongstressEnlil: And the whole brutal civil war thing.
Arch mage144: C: There's only one possibility I can think of...
NebbieQ: It could be something they could improve on.
OMG Priam: (Kurt and Milo need to meet Chandler)
NebbieQ: (They do.)
Arch mage144: C: It's possible. But I think the Valthi already have the technology. They just don't want anyone else to have it. How did they find out I do?
SongstressEnlil: (No. Kurt and Milo need to meet Rowan :D)
OMG Priam: Spies, most likely.
Arch mage144: C: And furthermore...what are the Valthi going to do with the technology?
NebbieQ: (All four together at last!)
OMG Priam: (Kurt and Milo need to meet everyone.)
SongstressEnlil: Or someone just told them.
SongstressEnlil: Does anyone know you have it?
OMG Priam: ........
SongstressEnlil: I mean, you had to get it to Narshe, right?
NebbieQ: ...well...before this happened.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Kurt still has the honor of being the only superhero to exist in Tareen's mind. Other than Tareen herself. :( )
Arch mage144: C: It was something of a curiosity in Enchufa. And yeah, I did have to transport it to Narshe, but I didn't make a big deal out of it.
NebbieQ: (Does Oscar get an honor for mistaken reincarnation? :( )
Lithaladhwen: IM: So he was.... casual... about it?
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Yes. :( )
NebbieQ: (Awesome. :( )
SongstressEnlil: Maybe someone saw it, and some Valthi got word of it?
Arch mage144: C: It could have happened. I believe it.
NebbieQ: *nod* It makes sense.
OMG Priam: im: That's not saying much, though...
Arch mage144: C: Even the prototypes are vastly more powerful than a suit of regular armor, though. The possibilities are endless. Built-in weapons systems...one soldier could be an army.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
SongstressEnlil: Sounds expensive.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Maybe Chandler told them about it, so they'd send an assassin after him?
Lithaladhwen: IM: Hm. Interesting.
Arch mage144: C: Imagine if a whole army could be wizards with nearly limitless magical stamina.
NebbieQ: ...why would he do that?
OMG Priam: ..........
TheWaiChibiAngel: Seems like a god way to get attention. <_<
TheWaiChibiAngel: Probably too much of a wuss to just cut himself.
Arch mage144: C: ...I would not ask people to kill me!
NebbieQ: ...
Arch mage144: Griff, you're an idiot.
TheWaiChibiAngel: It makes perfect sense!
NebbieQ: Or he just has a bad sense of humor.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Ahh, there we go.)
Arch mage144: In your addled brain!
TheWaiChibiAngel: (That feels more like Griff.)
OMG Priam: Limitless magical stamina....
TheWaiChibiAngel: No, seriously.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Think about it.
SongstressEnlil: ...
OMG Priam: im: *possibilities reeling in every direction and then some*
Arch mage144: Look, no matter how you slice it, this isn't cool. It's not that I'm worried about the Valthi particularly, but the way I understand it, they've got to finish killing each other someday.
NebbieQ: *Ignoring the Barian....now!*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Rolls his eyes*
Arch mage144: And when that happens, they're going to want to spread out, aren't they? It's only logical.
Arch mage144: If one side gets an advantage like this over the other...
SongstressEnlil: The way I hear it, the only way that'll happen is when they're only one Valthi left.
OMG Priam: .....
Arch mage144: ...oddly enough, it's to our advantage to prevent the Valthi civil war from ending.
SongstressEnlil: *There's
NebbieQ: They've been fighting like this for a while though, right?
OMG Priam: So we let all the Valthi die in the name of saving our weaker skins?
Lithaladhwen: Yes.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Not weaker. Just less armed.
OMG Priam: If not for the intense grimness of the prospect of this device, I would snicker at the morals in this story.
SongstressEnlil: Given how they've busted their country up, I can't see them maintaining much of an invasion anyways.
Arch mage144: The Valthi are not invincible. We could fight them, and it would be no big deal. We'd be on even terms somewhere.
Arch mage144: But if they had weapons like this?
OMG Priam: .............General.
Arch mage144: What?
OMG Priam: You have a spell that copies paper, correct?
Arch mage144: Well. It can only write as fast as a person, more or less--a little faster, but yeah. It can reproduce text or simple pictures.
Arch mage144: It's a cantrip.
OMG Priam: I can't imagine these plans are simple....
Arch mage144: I learned it so I could copy my friend's homework.
Arch mage144: And no, I can't either.
NebbieQ: What did you have in mind?
Arch mage144: What are you thinking we should do, Anion?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Give copies to both sides?
OMG Priam: If the information is public, it becomes less valuable to destroy its progenitor.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...But then everyone would have them.
Arch mage144: I don't think I can copy complicated mechanical plans magically.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Including Vaniyakna.
OMG Priam: Everyone has swords. A lot of people have guns.
OMG Priam: This has not wrecked us.
SongstressEnlil: Yes, lets give them out a so every tinpot can get one.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Most people don't feel like using them that way.
SongstressEnlil: And...Anion, know why?
SongstressEnlil: *Points to Griff*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Is there*
Arch mage144: ...I have a bizarre idea.
OMG Priam: Then give the plans to the Guard.
TheWaiChibiAngel: What else is new?
OMG Priam: To the King.
Arch mage144: And you're all going to think I'm nuts.
TheWaiChibiAngel: <_<
NebbieQ: Might as well tell us what it is.
Lithaladhwen: Going to think?
SongstressEnlil: I've been to places where there aren't police. It's not pretty.
OMG Priam: We all think you are nuts already.
Arch mage144: Thank you, Anion.
NebbieQ: See? Nothing to lose!
OMG Priam: Anytime.
Arch mage144: ...I want to go to Valth.
OMG Priam: You are nuts.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...What?
TheWaiChibiAngel: No, what? o_o
OMG Priam: Just, for the record.
Arch mage144: Thank you, Anion.
SongstressEnlil: Your funeral, General.
Arch mage144: You heard me, Griff.
SongstressEnlil: Can I have your stuff?
Arch mage144: I intend to be present at my own funeral.
TheWaiChibiAngel: IM: And I bet he's gonna make me go with him.
NebbieQ: ....and what, just what do you plan on doing there?
Arch mage144: This is a complicated process. I'm not going to explain it right now.
Arch mage144: But I intend to give my own eulogy.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
OMG Priam: im: not as hard as it might sound....
TheWaiChibiAngel: That's fucked up. o_o
Lithaladhwen: An admirable goal.
Arch mage144: I'm still working on the mechanics.
NebbieQ: Anyone want to volunteer for proofreading?
Arch mage144: I'll figure it out before I die, I'm certain.
OMG Priam: IM: Though, for a man so influential as General Silvar...
Lithaladhwen: Let me know if you do.
OMG Priam: IM: The lifelines must overlap....
Arch mage144: Anyway, I don't plan to die just yet, but I do plan to go to Valth.
OMG Priam: IM: *processing methods*
Arch mage144: Like I said, it's crazy.l
OMG Priam: Why are you set on Valth as a destination?
Lithaladhwen: It actually sounds perfectly reasonable to me. I am mildly surprised.
Arch mage144: For the sake of the long-term survival of most of Igala, and perhaps beyond...we simply can't let the Valthi have access to technology like this.
Arch mage144: We can't just invade Valth. That'll end badly.
NebbieQ: *nods* Reasonable...
NebbieQ: ...but what are you going to do?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Can't really let anyoen have them. o_o
OMG Priam: Not so.
OMG Priam: Someone *must* have them.
Arch mage144: But a small group of individuals might be able to find the people responsible for developing the equipment and destroy it...and them.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Nezetta: You know, I'll keep them safe...<_<)
Arch mage144: How many people do you think actually know how to build these things?
OMG Priam: *looks at Chandler*
SongstressEnlil: *shakes his head*
Arch mage144: ...I'm not scared of him. I'm scared of the Valthi.
Arch mage144: It's like handing ants the power to cast conflagration.
OMG Priam: .......
NebbieQ: I don't think they'd be able to figure it out, but that's beside the point.
OMG Priam: D.....did you hear him speak earlier?
OMG Priam: o_o;;
Arch mage144: Yes, I've heard him speak repeatedly. Your point?
NebbieQ: So...you're planning on taking on their business?
OMG Priam: He made one of these, and just moved it to a workshop. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. Without regard for the ripples this would cause.
Arch mage144: C: I'm not going to go building weapons to destroy all of Igala, you know!
Arch mage144: C: Fine, I'll destroy them! But I think they could be used for good instead of evil!
SongstressEnlil: General, I've got a question. What if the designers, any of them, are fairly innocent?
Lithaladhwen: IM: Anion needs to chill. Loosen up a little.
Arch mage144: Innocent? How?
SongstressEnlil: Would you kill a blacksmith for making a sword someone used to kill a king?
NebbieQ: The problem is that we don't know how deep this runs.
OMG Priam: im: .....Okay, it's time for me to stop talking. I can't interfere....not if I'm going to have these plans for myself...
Arch mage144: A delicate question. My father's a blacksmith. So I can't hold anything against them.
Arch mage144: ...that's not entirely true, but you know how it is.
NebbieQ: *sighs*
Arch mage144: I can hold personal problems against him, but not his swordmaking.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ....>_>
SongstressEnlil: *Nods* But you get what I'm saying right?
Arch mage144: No one's ever used a sword to murder an entire army, Allen.
Arch mage144: One man with a sword can't decide he wants to rule the world.
NebbieQ: Well, if any of you find out more about this, somebody tell me. I'd like to know whether or not my home is going to be destroyed.
Arch mage144: One wizard can't, either.
SongstressEnlil: Besides, that's an unelegant solution, entirely unsuitable for a man of your talent.
NebbieQ: Now, though, I think I need to be heading home.
Arch mage144: *shakes his head*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...But, see...
SongstressEnlil: Why just kill 'em? Any bum with a chiv can do that.
OMG Priam: *nods to Spob*
TheWaiChibiAngel: What if it's a sword, against people armed with toothpicks? o_o
Arch mage144: Griff is...uh...
SongstressEnlil: I've seen it. It ain't pretty.
Arch mage144: ...Griff has made an intelligent point.
Lithaladhwen: This analogy is going too far.
Arch mage144: Look.
TheWaiChibiAngel: See, I know what I'm talking about. <_<
Arch mage144: Right now, the Valthi are not our enemies. They just...are.
OMG Priam: Chandler....
NebbieQ: (Griff: I've fought against the stick army many, many times. *nod* )
Arch mage144: But if one side annihilates the other, we're potentially fucked, especially if they've got these crazy...machinations.
Arch mage144: C: Yes?
SongstressEnlil: Though I wouldn't trust 'em any farther than I could throw 'em.
OMG Priam: Where are the plans?
Arch mage144: C: In my desk.
NebbieQ: *And with that, he begins to head home.*
Arch mage144: C: ...do I have to give them to you?
OMG Priam: May I have them?
NebbieQ: IM: Next time I see Griff, I'll ask him how this goes.
Lithaladhwen: IM: ?
Arch mage144: (Seeya, Neb--I have a lot of further plans for this, so I'll make a post)
SongstressEnlil: What're you gonna do with them, Anion?
NebbieQ: (Sounds good to me.)
Arch mage144: C: I'll give them to Hakaril.
OMG Priam: Dispose of them.
NebbieQ: (I'll be on for a few more minutes, though, until Kelne gets back.)
Arch mage144: *walks over* Yeah, okay.
Arch mage144: C: *hands Hakaril a blueprint tube*
Lithaladhwen: IM: I do not think I believe that for a moment.
SongstressEnlil: General, care to burn them?
Arch mage144: I want to look at them first.
OMG Priam: (Does she still have the truth-thing up and scanning him?)
Arch mage144: Because if we have to fight these things, I want to know how.
Arch mage144: (That's expired by now)
Lithaladhwen: (she can cast it again)
OMG Priam: (Kay.)
Arch mage144: I'm not burning our only possible means of understanding the enemy.
Arch mage144: *shakes his head and shoves the tube in his coat*
TheWaiChibiAngel: He has a point. o_o
OMG Priam: I can dispose of them in such a case that they cannot possibly be found, but can be retrieved at any time.
SongstressEnlil: *Shrugs*
OMG Priam: It will not pose a threat to anyone who might be carrying them.
Arch mage144: I'll take care of it, Anion. This is a personal responsibility.
OMG Priam: im: SHUT UP ANION. SHUT UP.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Sounds suitable vague.
Arch mage144: No one is going to search me for them on the way back to the castle.
Arch mage144: As the General of Doma's army, I have to be prepared for potential threats, and that means knowing the enemy.
OMG Priam: *nods*
Arch mage144: ...we're going to have to do something about this, you know.
Lithaladhwen: I had inferred as much.
Arch mage144: I don't know exactly how, yet...
OMG Priam: ........
Arch mage144: *glances at Dawn*
SongstressEnlil: Gonna be tricky to do it and not make it an act of war.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ....Riight.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Bah! Chat stopped scrolling.(
Arch mage144: You don't have to be a part of this, you know. You aren't military personnel. It could be dangerous. And I can't order you to do anything.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Not really.
Lithaladhwen: I am really fine with it.
Arch mage144: Does that mean that if I arbitrarily decide we need to infiltrate Valth that you're just going to follow me?
SongstressEnlil: IM: What the hell is wrong with her?
Lithaladhwen: I have nothing better to do. Nothing more interesting at least.
SongstressEnlil: IM: YOu don't go to Valth and be fine with it!
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...You do know that Valth usually shoots people like you, right?
Arch mage144: ...you remind me of...me.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...They shoot people like you, too, Hak.
OMG Priam: .....
SongstressEnlil: If you have nothing better to do, I can give you a job at my store.
Lithaladhwen: Should I take that as a compliment or a warning?
Arch mage144: The highest of compliments.
Lithaladhwen: Ah.
Arch mage144: Allen, I guess this isn't your cup of tea.
Arch mage144: Nor is it your glass of wine, your flagon of ale, or your vial of universal solvent.
SongstressEnlil: Sorry, sir. But I'm too old for this. And this bum leg gonna do much.
Arch mage144: That's fine by me. I'm going to assume that most of my allies in this will be military personnel.
SongstressEnlil: But, I'm willing to help you plan a bit.
Arch mage144: Your help is appreciated.
SongstressEnlil: I've been to Valth's shores a bit.
Arch mage144: *nods*
Arch mage144: I'm going to have to assemble a crack team, then.
OMG Priam: If you go, I go.
Arch mage144: As of right now, all of this is top secret. Chandler, you are not allowed to talk about this. This is not a government organization.
SongstressEnlil: Anyways, I'll see what sort of things my friends in Baron can find you.
SongstressEnlil: Know a few mages who also dabble into history, you know.
OMG Priam: >_>
OMG Priam: Oh.
Arch mage144: Thank you, Allen. Come to me with whatever information you find.
Arch mage144: I guess we need to return to the castle and do some planning. My office is probably the best place to do so.
SongstressEnlil: You can find my store at 17 Whistler Street, if you need me.
Arch mage144: ...let's contact Spob and see if he wants to be a part of this suicide mission. And I will note that, Allen.
Arch mage144: IM: I'm going to have to contact Admiral Pervy. He'd want to know about this, as much as I don't want to tell him. He's going to think I'm daft.
Arch mage144: IM: He's only three-fourths correct.
SongstressEnlil: (Pervy: Alright, yer daft and fluff-headed)
Arch mage144: Griff. I'm not going to order you to come along, but...
TheWaiChibiAngel: Your office. Great.
TheWaiChibiAngel: I love that place. >_>
TheWaiChibiAngel: .....Buuuuttt?
OMG Priam: im: I do not like the idea of venturing into war-ridden Valth during the height of its internal conflict, but I *must* be with the General at all times to see when he dies...
Arch mage144: ...I'm inviting you to do so.
Arch mage144: (How morbid.)
OMG Priam: (Very!)
SongstressEnlil: (Anion: He's gonna leave a pretty corpse, and it's gonna bemine)
Arch mage144: (OH GOD)
Lithaladhwen: ( *cries* )
TheWaiChibiAngel: You make it sound like some sort of party.
Arch mage144: It's more like bobbing for apples in boiling oil.
SongstressEnlil: (Anion: What? I want my zombie butler to be awesome!)
Arch mage144: We might not come back, but if we succeed...
Arch mage144: ...well, arguably, we might have saved the world.
SongstressEnlil: (Anion: I mean, how many others have bishounin generals as Zombie Butlers)
Arch mage144: You want to save the world, Griff?
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
TheWaiChibiAngel: Hang on.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Thinku!*
NebbieQ has left the room.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (...There is no other way to do this. I must.)
SongstressEnlil: (Oh dear)
TheWaiChibiAngel: IM: *Chibi Cervant appears on Griff's left shoulder!* You know, this would be a good way to prove yourself.
TheWaiChibiAngel: IM: *Chibi (?) Fred appears on the right!* You're frickin' dumb.
TheWaiChibiAngel: IM:...Both make good points.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ....Eh, I suppose you'll need a guy like me around anyway.
Arch mage144: Excellent.
Arch mage144: We do indeed.
SongstressEnlil: (*Chibi End appears on his head* Absorb him with your tail!)
Arch mage144: Anion? Are you coming with me, or will you be staying here where the probability of death is sharply reduced?
OMG Priam: As I've said. If you go, I go.
Arch mage144: Guess we're walking to Hades together, then.
Arch mage144: I've been to Hell, but I imagine Valth is worse, depending on who you are.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Possibly.
SongstressEnlil: You know...I had a customer who claimed the same.
Arch mage144: Let's head back to the castle. There's planning to be made. And I've got to contact the Admiral.
Lithaladhwen: *tiny repressed smile*
OMG Priam: im: May this man never see the light of Prime.
Arch mage144: I bet he didn't have to kill his father-in-law there.
SongstressEnlil: Probably not.
Arch mage144: Off! To the office! Where we shall plot best how to kill ourselves, since we're too lame to cut our wrists!
SongstressEnlil: And I'm going to bed, unless you think you need me.
Arch mage144: (Final remarks from everyone and then we're closing :D)
Arch mage144: Absolutely, Allen.
TheWaiChibiAngel: IM: ...He's probably going to just sit and look at porn the whole time.
Lithaladhwen: I suppose this is more interesting than more mundane methods of suicide. At least we have that going for us.
OMG Priam: im: I definitely need to conceal my wares before we leave...it will be some time before I return...
Arch mage144: What Dawn said. Let's go!
Arch mage144: </fin...but to be continued!>
OMG Priam: (OMG@)
Arch mage144: (OMFGWTFBBQ)