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PG-18 Not Accepting Operation Silver Cross [IC]

Tarieles

I put the ass in potassium deficiency
June 15th, 2087
4:00 PM
The Grand Plaza Hotel



Posting Order
Tari/GM Post
solimir
Azathoth
Saiga
Izack
Dao
Ritah​

The arrival of the group of agents to Miami and the hotel was quiet and subtle, just as Obsidian wanted. There was no grand entrance. Simply three inconspicuous vehicles arriving at the Grand Plaza, and being ushered in through a side door to reduce detection from the public. It was smooth and nearly seamless, though of course there was minor risk of being seen. It was nothing new to more seasoned agents. When on a job, rarely did anyone enter through the front door to where they were staying. It kept the agents, and Obsidian, safe from prying eyes. Especially those agents who were not so lucky to be able to hide their supernatural side.

Hotels that the agents stayed at were usually some of the nicer varieties, though nothing extraordinarily luxurious. The owners of these hotels were often owned by ex-agents or simply partners of Obsidian, thus they could be trusted with housing agents in secret. The Grand Plaza was owned by one such trusted individual of Obsidian. There was a floor of rooms at the top of the four-story building made specifically for agents. They were discreet and only let similar trusted individuals maintain said floor. Each agent in the small group were given a key card to their rooms, and are mostly left alone as they ride the elevator up to the fourth floor, with a keyed in passcode to actually gain access to the floor.

As the group entered the vacant floor and neared their small block of rooms, Sable turned to the rest of them, a small bag of luggage in hand and another bag containing tools needed for the job slung over his shoulder. He glanced around before settling his gaze upon the rest of the group.

"You will all have fifteen minutes to settle in. Down this hall," he gestured to the right down a hall with even more doors, "there is a conference room. We'll meet in there, and I will give a rundown of what we're meant to do today, outside of hunting vampires."

With that, Sable unlocked his own room and stepped inside. It was a relatively average room. They were all the same, single queen bed with a table and two chairs in the corner, a dresser and wardrobe complete with ways to make coffee and tea. A rather large TV hung on the wall, and underneath that was a desk and chair with a clean, white phone. A bathroom was through a door off to the side. There was sparse artwork, but all in all it felt homey. He set the luggage down on the bed and left immediately to go to the conference room. He had to set up.

Opening the door to the conference room, he turned on the white lights and made his way to the head of the table. The black bag was still slung over his shoulder, but he soon placed it gently onto the conference table. Opening the bag's zipper, he brought out many organized folders of paper, placing a stack of them in the middle, one for each member of the team. He pulled out various other things from the bag, including a small notebook laptop, which he connected to a projector. With a soft sigh, he sat down in the chair at the head of the table, waiting for the rest of the group to come in.
 
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solimir

𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑'𝖘 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞
Zero let out a sigh as he entered his room, shutting it behind him. He looked around and spotted the machine that would be the equivalent as a bed for him. In reality, there really was no need to sleep, but it helped with 'rebooting' him in a sense. He dropped his small canvas bag on the ground, finding no reason to put his very few sets of clothes in the closet provided.

What sort of bothered him was that it seemed so techy, and as much as he was used to it, common human technology was incredibly lacking. The wisp looked at the rest of his room and nodded in satisfaction. Most of the room was riddled with technology that helped him, and they were all connected to his "bed". Zero then left the room since he saw no point in staying there any longer. "Which way was it again?"

He stopped right after he locked his door and looked from left to right as he tried to figure out which way the leader told them to go for the conference. "Oh- right. Right."

Walking down the corridor in silence, Zero peeped at every door in hopes of finding the right door. When he found it, he mentally gave himself a high five before knocking on the door. "Mm, leader, are you here?" He looked inside and eyed the room before Sable entered his vision. "You're here."

"Do I need to do something?"
he asked Sable as he approached him, "Also, where do I sit? You're at the head of the table since you're the leader, but that's really the only distinguisher, sir."

 

Azathoth

Quasi-dimensional Cotton Candy Eater
Donator
After splitting with the group and finding his room, Alvis went in and all but slung his bag onto the bed, scowling a bit as it sunk in. "Bloody soft beds," he grumbled to himself, as he looked around the orderly room, then taking a sniff, was it scented in here?
Alvis grumbled a bit, but got to unpacking, first was a sleeping bag, which he unceremoniously tossed on the ground, he wasn't fond of the soft beds provided. Second were the clothes he brought, modern ones, because his idea of fashion was a few hundred years outdated.
Tossing those onto the bed in a somewhat organized pile, he grabbed his latest book he had been trying to finish out of his bag and set it on the nightstand, for some downtime reading, if they had any downtime.
And with that his bag hit a corner of the room with a thump, and he made his way out, locking the door behind him.
He made his way to the conference room and say the smaller spirit.. he thought.... Standing there a bit confused, and after hearing his words, Alvis walked by clapped him on the shoulder and cheerfully said, "Sit anywhere lad, there's no real pecking order when it comes to seating, regardless of what some of the others might say." And with that Alvis found a seat for himself and plopped down into it, leaning back and making himself comfortable.
 

Saiga

You bet your Rom Tom Bottom!
Once she was certain that Sable was finished talking, she looked to the nearest door and kicked it open. She would've used her hands to open it, but they were full with her luggage she had brought along to make her life easier. Most would just bring one bag of clothes, maybe another for equipment, but Sovia wasn't most. She had a bag for casual wear, a bag for formal wear, a pajama back (properly designed with bouncing sheep), a "sexy" bag, a shoe bag, a make-up bag, a baggy bag, a beauty bag (not the same as the make-up bag of course), and a work bag that held all of her gadgets she was sure to use. She knew they weren't going to be there long, but that didn't mean she was going to walk around looking like some beggar. Even if she had to change every minute, she was going to make good use of the items she packed, and the ones she had yet to buy.

Upon entering her room, Sovia set to make it feel like home. She tossed her clothes in the wardrobe, ripped the sheets off the bed (they looked too neat), and scattered her beauty products across the bathroom counter . She took a quick glance at the bath tub, making a mental note to have a nice hot bath, before strolling into her main room and kicking her heels off. She went to remove her shirt before she remembered Sable babbling about something in the corridor. "Something.. something.. fifteen minutes.. something.." She didn't quite remember what he had said a few minutes earlier. Though, even if she did, his words meant little to her when she wanted to get comfortable and rid herself of the "travel odor" that lingered on her body. "His fifteen minutes can wait," she said to herself before strolling into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her. Sovia sighed before running herself a bubble bath to soak in. While she waited for the tub to fill, she looked to the room service menu she had snatched from her dresser. Maybe she could order herself a "Seashore" platter to go with her bath and maybe something else just for herself.. Her painted lips curled into a smile before she called the server.
 
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Izack

The Forever Tired Void
Staff member
Both Liam and Tamwin gave a nod at the order to settle in and proceeded to choose the third door on the left. Once in, he set the lone leather briefcase, with odd black inscriptions covering the outside, on the bed. Liam muttered a single word and the case popped opened, revealing an inky darkness that seemed to swirl around inside its container. The demon reached in and proceeded to pull out a whole manner of things.

First, he retrieved a small electric kettle, several boxes of tea, and a ceramic mug. Once he set all of it up on the table and started boiling water, Liam turned back to the enchanted suitcase. The demon pulled out several books, which he placed on the bed, and then retrieved multiple suits all very similar to the one he was already wearing. Liam carefully placed the clothes in the wardrobe, taking his time to make sure that the arrangement would cause no creases to form on the neatly pressed suits.

The raven that had been riding on his shoulder had flown over to the tea and was proceeding to make a cup for his master while the demon situated himself. After closing the suitcase, Liam selected a book and placed it under his arm. He then made his way to the table, picked up the warm mug, and waited for the familiar to perch back on his shoulder. Liam gave the hot tea a sip before leaving the room and grimaced.

“This is the only thing that bothers me on these trips,” the demon muttered, “I can never make a good cup of tea at these hotels.” He sighed at the thought and then exited the room.

Liam entered the conference room and glanced around. Sable was already at the front getting things ready, while Alvis and another were deciding where to sit at the table. He breezed past the two men, gave Alvis a nod on the way by, and decisively chose the third seat on the right. Liam set his mug down, cracked open his book, and started to read while patiently waiting for the others to join.
 

Dao Ma

sorrow made you.
The entire ride, Rowan had remained silent. With her power armor helmet on, she seemed rather unapproachable. It was a pastime of her's to calibrate her helmet pre-mission in order to ensure that she would have the maximum use out of it. Though, seeing as this was meant to be a discreet mission, she had a feeling she wouldn't be wearing her suit very much. Regardless, it sat beside her in a briefcase.

The van stopped and Rowan grabbed her briefcase, then took off the helmet. Tucking it under her arm, she grabbed her luggage and made her way inside the hotel. She only slowed to hear Sable's instruction. Fifteen minutes. Easy enough.

In her room, Rowan didn't spend very much time getting settled. There was no use putting things around when soon enough it would be packed away anyways. She simply put her luggage bag on the bed and her briefcase next to it. Helmet was placed on the small table. She headed into the bathroom. Rowan ruffled her hair as she stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. "You can do this, Ro." She mumbled to herself. It would be a bold faced lie to say she was excited about this mission. From the whisperings of it... it seemed like the mission was out of her element. She was a soldier through and through though, and would execute whatever task was given to her. She would just... have to suck it up.

After a couple deep breaths, Rowan left her room to head to the conference room. Each stride was strong and with purpose. She wanted to get there, get her instructions, and finish the mission as quickly as possible. Once inside she sat down, back straight and waiting.
 

Tarieles

I put the ass in potassium deficiency
Sable glanced up at Zero as he entered. When he asked about seating, and Alvis came in and told him to sit anywhere, he gestured to the table as a whole, where there were plenty of open seats for every agent. He wasn't picky, and Alvis was right. There really was no real pecking order outside of Sable being appointed to lead the mission. Even then, he wasn't really comfortable with being seen as a boss or something. He was just there to keep everyone focused, to relay information, and to help keep them all safe.

“Yes, just sit where you like. I’m only here to easier give you all instructions. No need to do anything yet.” He told him, going back to the computer and papers. It had been about five minutes already. He let the room sit in silence for a short while, though didn't mind if the two wanted to start speaking. When Liam entered and began reading, Sable uttered a quick greeting to him as well, and looked at the time on the laptop. Ten minutes.

“Everyone can grab a folder.” He gestured to the pile at the center, as all but one of the team was gathered. “Inside will be a short briefing, some information on what we know about these vampires, and any information deemed necessary to know about your team. This will mostly include their abilities, even if you already know them. If you have questions for your team regarding their dossier, you may ask. If you are asked, be open. We all have our secrets, but abilities should not be one of those secrets.” He explained, tapping his fingers on the table. Fifteen minutes. A sigh escaping his lips, he stood.

“So… read up on things. I’ll be right back to tell everyone the rest of the information.” He made his way out of the conference room and towards the door he had seen Sovia walk into. He could hear water running, meaning she probably disregarded his time frame and decided to only think of herself and take a shower or bath. He stood at the door, and gave a loud knock to be heard over the running water.

“Sovia, you’re needed for the briefing. You can settle in later, you'll have time after this meeting.” He called through the door, a bit impatient. He had known she would likely cause a few problems, but she was put on the team for a reason.
 

Azathoth

Quasi-dimensional Cotton Candy Eater
Donator
Alvis leaned forward to grab a folder from the center of the table, then promptly leaned back in his seat, and opened the file, then looked up as Sable left the room, guessing to go grab the last member of their team. Alvis lowered his folder and looked around the room at everyone there, the team would certainly be interesting to work with. Liam of course wouldn't be an issue, they had been paired for a while, so working together wouldn't be an issue, would actually help in the long run.
He looked past Liam and over to the other members of the squad, studying them and appraising them. All but one, who was apparently their missing member, Alvis looked back over her dossier, and rolled his eyes. He tossed the dossier back onto the table and spoke to Liam telepathically as he closed his eyes. "What do you make of our team this time? Got some good eggs amongst us." He chuckled quietly to himself. Then getting kinda serious, he mentally coughed, "What's a nightclub? A bit out of touch with the outside world."
 

Saiga

You bet your Rom Tom Bottom!
Sovia was already sliding into the warm water when she heard the knock on her door. She wouldn't really call it a knock though. The person on the other side of the door seemed to be threatening to break down her door if she didn't answer it. Why can't a girl just have a nice bath? With a sigh, Sovia rose from the water and stepped out of her bathroom and into her bedroom towards the entrance door, only stopping to grab a silk robe to toss over her slim from. She had hoped it was just her server eager to get a peek of her, but she already knew who had the balls to interrupt her bath. The person who nipped at her every chance he got. Upon opening the door, her thoughts were confirmed.
"Sable... has it been fifteen minutes already?" She raised a thin eyebrow as she regarded one of the few people she was forced to work with. Sable was her least favorite person of the bunch... second to Roan, of course. She didn't like him, but she didn't hate him. He was getting there...
"Fine," she said slipping by him. "If you want me at that meeting so bad, I'll go." Ignoring her nudity, Sovia strolled down the hall towards the meeting room were she entered and sat in her chair as far as she could get from the rest of her team. She did not speak. She did not wave, She did not acknowledge anyone's presence. She was already pissed that her bath was interrupted, she didn't want any of their stupid words to make ot worse. They were bound to say something. Instead of talking, she chose to flip through her folder and see what information it held, though that quickly became boring, so she flip the cover closed and sat back in her chair. "I could've been enjoying the ocean by now..," she grumbled.
 
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Izack

The Forever Tired Void
Staff member
At Sable’s greeting, Liam gave a short nod but did not lift his eyes from his book. When Sable mentioned the folders, the knowledge demon waited a moment to get to a proper stopping point in the story. He then lazily placed the book on the table and reached out to retrieve one of the folders. It only took him a moment to flip through and memorize all the data that was given before placing it back.

Liam was about to respond to Alvis’ telepathic questions, but was interrupted by Sovia entering the room with nothing on except for a silk robe and dripping water. He observed her as she plopped into one of the chairs and acted strangely hostile to the rest of the group. Liam gave a mental sigh as he looked away and picked up his book again. The demon flipped back to where he’d left off ignoring the woman, though Tamwin was still staring.

The demon then reopened the telepathic link with the Church Grim and stated, There are some interesting characters among us. Some may be of more use than others. I’m quite interested in this Rowan person as I have never been on a mission with her but have heard a variety of intriguing things about this woman. Not to mention she is the Tank for this mission despite being human.

Liam flipped to the next page of his book before getting to Alvis’ other quest. As for what a nightclub is, I have never been to one, but I know it is usually where younger humans meet up to try to show off to their friends, ‘hookup’ with other humans, get intoxicated in various ways, and dance to loud, repetitive music. Though they usually fail at doing more than half of those things and some of the events even bring them close to death. It’s a mystery to me why they choose to continue doing it, but humans are odd that way.

With that last thought, the knowledge demon closed off his mind and focused on his book while waiting for the rest of the team to finish reading.
 

Ritah Bell

Fae Spirited
Dandelion read through the journey in the car. The dry grimoire on potionry helping to changer her focus from her feeling of discomfort from hiding her wings to a headache during the journey. The glamour spell itched- she hadn't had to use one in such a long time and while she knew there was wisdom in musty old books she never understood why they couldn't write with passion, or simply just get to the point. With a sigh she snapped the book shut and stared out the window, wriggling a bit in her seat as they pulled up to the back entrance of their motel.

Unfolding she took a few moments to smooth the bodice and skirts of her pin up inspired sundress, a lovely sky blue number with a pattern of dandelion seeds over it. Gathering her bags she followed the others up to the 4th floor, barely pausing to listen to Sable. Find room, check. Then make sure all potions made the trip ok and debrief. The routine was fairly standard. She swiped her key and tumbled into her room. Bags were placed carefully onto the bed, along with an extra durable hard case suitcase before the glamour charm was hastily clasped and thrown onto the side table. The magic dispelled revealed her natural pink locks tumbling in waves over her shoulders, and iridescent blue wings which she gave a wee flutter to uncramp them before turning back to her task. Opening it with care she dug through the foam retrieving a number of vials. They ranged from small eye dropper vials, to large stoppered numbers and held an array of scintillating coloured liquids. Checking each for cracks, damage and spoilage she put them into a rack pulled from a bag in the kitchenette.

Then came a charmed box that let out a cloud of mist as she opened it. Its contents were all chilled, condensation forming on the outside of some. These went into the fridge to keep cool, after being checked. Satisfied, Dandelion swept out of the room toward the conference room as Sable came out. Giving him a double thumbs up, she also whispered a quick sorry before ducking into the conference room and grabbing a folder. She took an unoccupied chair and toyed with her hair subconsciously as scanned through the folder
 

Tarieles

I put the ass in potassium deficiency
Though the situation was far from ideal, Sable didn't particularly care one way or another just how petty Sovia felt like being. If she was mostly naked at this meeting, so be it, at least she was there. In the end, Sable was officially the last person to walk through the door to the meeting, which he thought to be a bit ironic. He moved back to his seat at the head of the table, clicking through the computer and flipping through the papers.

"Right. So as you are aware, we are here to remove a vampiric threat from the city. We've learned that they are hiding within the walls and confines of the city's underworld. They own a large portion of the clubs and bars here. In order to get things done during the day, they have many human cattle who seem to willingly obey these vampires for whatever reason. We think there might be some sort of vampiric magics at play, as these humans are willingly doing these things, as well as being fed upon, all in exchange for nothing. If not magic, then something possibly deeper than we initially thought." Sable looked across the group, hands folded in front of him on the table.

"We think it's potentially blackmail or hostage situations. Human families that are in immediate danger of death, or worse, should one or two more capable members of the family not comply. While we don't know for sure, it seems the most logical explanation beyond just magic. Vampire patriarchs and matriarchs are powerful, but as far as we know they're not as powerful as to keep large swathes of humans entranced with just magic." Pausing for a moment, he let his words linger for a moment before continuing.

"Our job is to learn for sure how they are manipulating these humans, to protect and remove the humans from these situations, and either arrest or kill the vampires. If possible, Obsidian wants them alive, but there will be no punishment for killing in self defense. Should any give themselves up willingly, we are to put them into custody and hand them over to Intake.

"Our mission today is simple, merely an introduction into this mess. There's a bar near here known as The Dizzy Dog, it's your basic dive bar, and our intel has found that while it is human run, the owner is under the umbrella of the vampires. It is mostly untouched, however, and will be a good place to start gathering information. We are to be discreet and covert. No flashy entrances. Wear clothes to blend in, don't draw too much attention to the group." He started gesturing to people in the group.

"Rowan, you'll be waiting outside as some backup. There is a side entrance I want you posted. If you hear a ruckus, come in, otherwise make yourself scarce. Also keep an eye around the building and let us know if someone's coming in that we don't want." He turned to Liam and Alvis.

"You two will be coming in together staggered from the rest of us. When we get a decent enough distraction, I need Alvis on recon, getting into any sort of back offices, looking for important papers or missives, anything that might get us some insight on the situation. Liam will be covering you and will help bail you out if you become compromised. The fact you are imprinted on one another makes this much easier than it could be." Turning to Sovia and Dandelion, he gave a short sigh.

"Sovia, I know you can make distractions. If the owner is out of the office, I need you to keep him occupied and keep him from returning to the back before Alvis returns. Dandelion, you'll be with me, we're going to try to keep the bartender busy and try to get information from him. I'd suggest bringing some sort of vials of any kind of sedative you might have that we could potentially slip into a drink. If the owner gets rowdy, we'll need to put him at ease.

"Now, the order we'll be walking in, to make it seem like none of us know each other. Liam and Alvis, you'll walk in first. Get cozy, order a drink. I don't think either of you can become intoxicated, which is a great boon in this case. Act like friends just going out for a drink. Chat about inconsequential things. Alvis find a way to believably excuse yourself when the owner is distracted, like heading to the washroom. Sovia, you'll head in next, ten minutes after them. Try to keep yourself the center of attention. As soon as you spot the owner, whose picture you'll find in the dossier, do whatever you can to keep him interested. Waiting another rough ten minutes, myself and Dandelion will move in next, take a seat at the bar, and chat with the bartender. Each group is to act like we don't know each other. Ignore the other patrons unless they start attempting to sabotage our mission." With that, Sable stopped for a moment, looking between each person.

"If we become compromised, we're kidnapping him, but this is first and foremost a covert mission. Keep quiet and no sudden moves. But kidnapping and persuasive interrogation is not off the table for this. If there are no questions, you are all dismissed until tonight. We will meet at the elevator between 19:00 and 19:15, where we will begin making our way to the bar in question. It is easy to get to, simply walk north for roughly five minutes, there is a bright neon sign out front of, well, a drunken dog. Remember, outside of this hotel for this mission, we don't know each other. Any closing questions?"
 

Azathoth

Quasi-dimensional Cotton Candy Eater
Donator
Alvis had been satisfied with Liam's response, and he had to agree, Rowan seemed promising, he felt if circumstances had been better, he'd enjoy sparring wit her. His attention turned briefly to Sovia's entrance into the room, and he rolled his eyes before leaning back again. Sable reentered the room and began to discuss the mission, to which Alvis leaned forward and propped himself up on the table. At what they'd be doing tonight, Alvis glanced around the room, from what he'd seen so far, Sovia wouldn't have much trouble causing a distraction, and everyone looked confident and capable, except Zero, who seemed a little nervous. Overall, this excursion should be a simple task, and if they played their cards right, would lead to more clues.
Once Sable had finished Alvis leaned back a final time and stretched, a grin on his face full of anticipation, he looked around to see if anyone else had anything to add.
 

Saiga

You bet your Rom Tom Bottom!
"All I need to know is if this man I'll be distracting is a slob," Sovia spoke, her gruff voice cutting through the silence. "I'd hate to waste my skills and not get paid for my work." She didn't take getting cheated well. Many men lost their lives after mistaking her for another whore on the street. They had their fun and attempted to send her one with a measly $20 and a slap on the ass. Of course, that didn't satisfy Sovia, and she made sure her client knew she was unhappy.
"What type of women does this man drool after," she asked, examining her nails. "I don't want to doll myself up for nothing." She had an assortment of tools that weren't just used for hacking into computers and frying systems. She had plenty of beauty products that could change her appearance. Skin tanners, blushes, wigs, lenses, and some illegal ointments she snatched from the underworld market. If she could get through this entire mission with just her looks, she knew that it was possible with what she had in her hands. "Blonde, flirty, dumb, broad? I'm sure I can pull off something that could keep his eyes on me for as long as you need, but if that doesn't work, I have other tools." She gently tugged at the edge of her robe, and extended a smooth, creamy leg. "Freshly shaven too."
 

Izack

The Forever Tired Void
Staff member
Liam had no gripes about Sable’s plan. Though he was not one to mingle at the more mundane places humans went to, such as shopping malls or movie theaters, Liam had gone to a few bars during his time on this planet. He knew from observing other patrons there how they acted when talking with a friend or when they downed a particularly potent beverage to calm their minds. Though why someone would want to dull one’s wits was a mystery to him. Even so, it was simple enough and didn’t seem like there should be any follow-up questions. At least none of importance, Liam thought to himself as the latecomer asked her questions. He gave her a bored side glance as she rambled before turning back to his book. He read a few pages and, once Sovia finished talking, stated, “No further questions here.”
 
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