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  1. Assassin: If they are, they're far enough that I can't sense em. Long as they can't conceal their presence somehow. Unlikely. Probably a skirmish here very recently. It seemed like the servant that was somewhat nearby was probably physically strong. Unless they had a phantasm that could be used often, they wouldn't, presumably, use it so early in the war, since they'd leave themselves vulnerable to other attack. I'd say, we look for where damage seems to lead and. . .well, not go there." There was a mild jauntiness to her tone, but it quickly disappeared as she continued. We could probably pick them one servant off unawares, but this seems big enough, obvious enough that there's bound to be a couple more groups tryin to get some intel, or whatever. I'd say, investigate the evidence, check the area, then avoid the direction it seemed to go in. But, well, you're the master. Up to you." Min: Min scowled as he turned away from the wall, giving up for now on the object of negotiating with his servant. In a rising tone of voice, he questioned irritably: "You seem to not know much about war. I do not trust your ability to fight every servant we come across. That would be stupid! I do not know much about you. But, you were-weren't you a. . . the word, what is it. Freedom fighter? That will work. Didn't you figh--oh, guerilla fighter. Didn't you fight a gr-guerilla war? Or something like? How could someone like that be so stupid and not use every weapon they have!? What I am doing here is not even lethal. Stop com-plaining." Min finished, tapped his foot once, and reached a hand into his pocket, reassuring himself of the presence of something. He then spoke again, quickly. "Let's go. We won't hide right now." Min turned around, snapped out his phone, punched in a few numbers, and held it to his ear as it rang. "Hello? Nori? Come pick me up, where you dropped me off." He closed the phone, then turned to the Servant. "We are going a block down to get a ride. No flying for now." He began walking. He poked his head out the door of the decrepit building, then stepped out and headed down the street.
  2. "Yeah, I don't know whether there's anyone in charge of the whole recruitment and everything, or if there's actually no real planning whatsoever. And I'm not sure which is worse." He tapped his foot in slight annoyance. Whatever was in charge of this had made certain to grab somewhat suitable leaders, yes, but in a growing group of more than forty, that wasn't very indicative of any planning, or the presence of a planner. "I've never heard the word Cyrano before. . . Anyway, I'll keep that in mind. I'm guessing you can probably keep secrets. So, you might do well on diplomacy missions, info gathering, stealth without much fighting, spying. . .? God knows we need that kind of stuff." A slight shudder as he thought back to Seattle. Couldn't let that happen again, and the best way to do that would be more and more familiarity with everyone's mindsets in the groups, and hopefully some organizing of teams before missions on separate worlds. He'd need to talk to LOTUS about that; the AI would likely be better at keeping tabs on people's abilities and personalities.
  3. "Alright, let's get going then. Sounds like we'll be needed, hopefully not for autopsies." Head over to the battle with Contagion and Reaper. Don't enter the area immediately, try to find a location to either flank, or at least have decent cover when entering combat.
  4. Edmond blinked a little, then shook the undeniably attractive woman's hand. Thinking back, he vaguely recalled passing her on the way out of the castle a little after it had been obtained. He'd been busy grabbing supplies at the time. "Edmond Cooper," he said, partly out of habit, partly for formality's sake. "Oh right, I think I saw you in passing around then, just hadn't actually spoken to you. Sorry about that." "So, your everyday job is some kind of. . .matchmaker, it sounds like?" Odd, certainly for a combat mission, but with the timeframe she'd been here, there'd been more than enough battles to prove herself. So the other options were some weird powers whether related or unrelated to her job, or, he'd misinterpreted from what Empi had said. Hopefully she wouldn't take offense if he'd come to the wrong conclusion.
  5. "That's good to hear." Edmond smiled bemusedly at the continued reluctance to not experiment, then turned to the newcomer, who seemed to be a mute, and spoke. "Just to clarify, I'm not necessarily a leader here. That would definitely go to LOTUS. Basically, I'm simply one of those who's been leading in recent battles, along with Lexiel, LOTUS, and someone else, named Ghost? I believe." He shrugged. In response to the fairy's comment, he expression shifted to slight confusion. "Thanks, I guess? Say. . . I'm sorry if this is rude, but. . . have we actually been introduced? There've been a lot of meetings and people recently, so please excuse me if I've forgotten something."
  6. Edmond waved at Marisa as she approached, then hesitated a moment before tapping Lexiel on her shoulder, trying to interrupt what could be a little off putting mere minutes after arrival. "Hey. Lexiel." Edmond spoke a little louder, hoping to attract the angel's attention better. "Calm down a little, alright? If you don't scare them off, you're more likely to get to learn about the enchantments. Anyway, you can't go asking someone to experiment on them so soon. At least ask them to dinner first." He smiled calmly, then continued. "I'm assuming your battle went well then? I doubt you'd be this chipper otherwise."
  7. After exiting Magnum's bus, Edmond had stretched a bit, then set about transferring the swords and gear they'd picked up into a central location for the soldiers of the castle to make use of if they could. It took a little while, but not too long. He soon found himself standing around, and decided to approach the group standing near a presumably new recruit. He spoke to Lexiel and Solomon as he approached. "Hello Solomon, Lexiel. Are you briefing a new recruit then?" He glanced around quickly, and then shrugged. This might be the first person who'd actually arrived alone so far. "I'm Edmond. Nice to have you on board." He smiled, and held out a hand to shake. When he'd finished introducing himself, he turned to Lexiel, and inquired, "How'd your battle go? No casualties I hope?"
  8. Assassin: "No problem, lead the way." With that, Liliya cloaked herself in spirit form, and began to follow the Master. Through the lobby, out into the rain. There, Karsten seemed to have a general idea of where he wanted to go, so she continued to follow. "It's unlikely that we'll find another servant for a while, are you fine wandering without an umbrella or anything?" Min: "I don't need it for long." Min kept his tone level, but he also was getting increasingly exasperated. As soon as the dust was deposited in his outstretched hand, he began to pour his power into it. Light magic only, no heat. He didn't want to burn himself if this went off. After three seconds or so, he turned away. Now that the material was carched up a bit, it could be volatile. He continued charging a little longer with his head turned, and then spoke. "Now, this is what I wanted to test." He turned over his hand, and dropped the material, still facing away. No matter how long it took to disappear, whether the pixie dust vanished in mid free fall, or whether it landed safely on the ground before disintegrating, the moment it did so, the room would be filled with a burst of white light. It was bright enough that Min found himself blinking at the simple reflection off the decrepit walls. "That is what i wished to try. It is like. . . a grenade. It has a timer built right in, and out enemies will think it simply extra pixie dust. I can also make it burn."
  9. Harry kicked at the pile that the spectre had fallen into, then released the effort he was putting into maintaining the psionic block. He stepped back over to Contagion, and offered a hand. "You alright?" It was then that he heard the slightly garbled transmissions from the comms. "Reaper, come on over, I'll patch you and Contagion up real quick, we're probably gonna be needed with the others." Harry will patch them up.
  10. "Well. That's new. Sandman, I've got the spandex man." The being had created some sort of copy of Contagion. Not a clone, since it didn't appear to be biological, and the mass to make up a new Contagion had no where to come from. Presumably more of a sillouette approximating him in most respects. The question was, did they share one mind, or did this new creation act independently. There was a simple test, Harry decided. Steeling himself, he peeked out around the corner of his cover at the two, and as quickly as possible, began to suppress the sensory input that told the Spectre that he existed. He then dashed to another of the pods, crouching behind it. If there were no gunshots immediately after, he was in the clear. If there aren't any gunshots as Harry dashes between cover, he'd sprint up to the Spectre, maintaining his effect on the thing's mind until he was close. Once he got in close, he would snap the things neck. A quick twist, then release. If it fell, good. If not, he'd take a shot at its head point blank. Harry activates Now You See Me. . . on the Spectre, erasing any trace of him from its mind, then dashes to more cover. If there is no suppressive fire, then Harry will quickly approach and attempt to snap the Spectre's neck. If that fails, point blank shot to the head with the plasma rifle.
  11. "Done. Moving on to the oil things. They'll be a problem, but probably more so if we don't deal with them. It might take a bit." Hina scowled, but then spoke resignedly. "Alright, go ahead." [1 down, 1 right, 1 down] Presumably encountering the oil devil.
  12. "Almost done with the Mettaurs?" Hina inquired. "Yes, should be."
  13. "Yeah, yeah. We'll be fine, just wanted to know if they were saying anything on your side. See you in a bit." With that, Hina ended the call, and turned back to oversee her Navi. "Found a pack of Mettaurs, engaging. Shouldn't take long." Hina nodded, before leaning back in an effort to relax and make herself comfortable.
  14. "Technical difficulties? Are they serious? They should have better systems for rides like these." Hina scowled under the red lights, and then watched silently as Ayano plugged in her Navi. Hina shrugged, then followed suit. No use in just complaining without investigating. "Buzzkill, get in there." "Aye aye cap. Sounds like Mettaurs and weird black blobs." After entering, Buzzkill took a glance around, then headed forward. Hina meanwhile pulled out her PET, and set about contacting Midori. "Midori, you there? We're stuck on the ride right now. They said they're working on the problem, just wanted to let you know." (Right x7 / Down x1 / Left x1 / Down x1)
  15. Min "Yes, let us. Give me handful though, I want to try something." It should work, Min knew, since he was able to imbue his magic into most things. Of course, in solids and gases, the amount he could store was amazingly low, but hopefully pixie dust lived up to its name as a dust. He wobbled slightly in the air, trying to get a feel for how this flight worked, experimentally lowering and raising himself by a few inches. "I can perhaps make this pixie dust into a weapon of attack, or annoyance for our enemies. It will not require me to collect it, simply to hold a handful in the air, and toss it down on to enemies. Does it go away if I throw it away? Even if I have not been landed yet?" Min held out his hand towards the fairy, intent on demonstrating his capabilities.
  16. Hina on the other hand had no qualms about inquiring as to the guide's NetNavi. "Why SheepMan? Kind of a weird name. Anyway, we're seeing all the shows, huh? Won't that be kind of long? After that flight especially." She could handle it of course; she was more of an evening person, and generally did okay with jetlag on the occasional business trips. But sixteen shows still promised to be exhausting.
  17. In response to the girl's exclamation, Hina stated undaunted, "You're right, you need to start somewhere, but that's simply a stepping stone. If greatest in japan was all you were reaching for, I'd have been disappointed. Alright, let's do that some time. I look forward to it." The woman dipped her head as a sort of agreement, then turned towards the two young men talking excitedly. "So, you two know each other then? Neat coincidence." She watched their faces carefully as she said this, careful not to betray any expressions of her own. If two of the people knew each other, that might indicate some connection to the anonymous contact, or a possible alliance in the future. Both things that would be a nuisance, and that she needed to be on the look out for.
  18. Assassin: "Fine by me. Head for the industrial district I guess? Or you got something else in mind? I'm game either way. I'll go into spirit form when we go down there, unless you're hoping to draw others out, rather than just find em. Don't recommend it of course, but it's all up to you." Liliya noted the arm, but didn't mention it. They'd have time to talk while walking, and since it seemed as though he were drawing attention to it, she thought she'd wait a bit to ask. Not through any malevolence of course. The Servant prepared to follow the man down to the ground floor of the building. Min: "We will try this. Perhaps I do not know myself, and maybe I do have some faith in you. Stranger things happen." This was not what Min believed, but he saw it more as a test. Since he lacked faith in the trickster servant, he would be vindicated if he found himself able to fly. And if he found himself unable, it would serve to show that Peter had been mostly honest this time. "Give me some, so we can try, please. I do not want to be here long. And you do not either, since that means more talking to me, and higher chance of us losing a battle and the war." Min held out his hand to receive the dust, if Peter or the fairy offered it.
  19. Hina rolled her eyes at the guide's exaggerated introduction. Too damn loud. It was seven in the morning, and the guide was practically shouting as she introduced herself. Hina joylessly recalled the old corporate meetings that had much the same unbalanced energy far too early in the morning. Well, if this was anything like those meetings, you had to make an impression at the beginning, and not as the exhausted grump. Hina shifted her small suitcase to her left hand, and gave a small wave with her right hand. "Hi. I'm Kurosawa Hina. Nice to meet you all." She gave a slightly transparent smile, and the perceptive would notice that it started out somewhat fake, but became more genuine as she continued speaking. "Greatest net-battler in Japan, huh? That's a bit of a tame goal, don't you think? You should be aiming for greatest in the world. Or do you doubt your own ability? I'm never going to let you beat me like that."
  20. Harry ducked behind one of the large tubes in the room, taking another shot with the new weapon.
  21. Assassin: "Untrustworthy cigar guy, huh." Liliya made her way out onto the roof after the Master, checking around the place. First behind the little hut where the elevator was housed. Tended to be a good ambush position. However, it was empty, so she made a quick check over the side of the building behind, then headed back to where Kars was looking out. "All clear up here. About getting the guy? Lemme see. . . he's got influence, so he'll have a base of operations, presumably pretty safe. Obvious guess would be a warehouse, but if he's wealthy enough, he'd avoid those, maybe set up in something a little less suspicious. Ways to find the place, could probably try to search city records, or we could try to find someone distributing the product, then trace it back. If slash when we find the place, I think we should avoid a frontal assault. Hit em when he's out making a deal, on the drive home, once he thinks the deal was safe without any ambushes. . .Course, that's all assuming he's actively dealing." Min: Min fell with a grunt, and after a moment picked himself back up. "Please do not do that. It is. . . quite painful. I see anyway, that we will not probably get along. This is fine. Just do not drop me like that please." He winced, rubbing at the scrapes on his forehead. "Later, I would like to try something with this pixie dust, if that is okay? In any case." He stepped forward, wiping away the grimace that pain had brought to his face. "You say I need faith? Like in God? In myself? In you? I have the first two, but I do not know about the last. You have not shown yourself worthy of trust. Is it faith in the dust itself? Because I believe I will not have trouble if that is true. Let us try again, and let me fly myself please. No hanging me upside down." For the claim that he didn't have faith in or trust Peter, he seemed perfectly eager to try flying again, without hesitation.
  22. "Yes. Let's go." Ena was getting slightly restless, and set off in the direction of the generator room. She didn't have anything to do until they actually started on the task at hand. In any case, as she continued, she prepared the rifle she carried, and began checking through her visual filters, needed to be able to see in the dark as best as possible.
  23. Assassin: "Alrighty then. Let's get a view on the city." It seemed like the Master's plans were a little vague. However, it was quite obvious to Liliya that he was well equipped. Maybe one of those people who just goes with the flow for their plans? Their plans tended to be a little less elaborate, but they usually turned out to be more instinctual and skilled in a fight. Liliya carefully followed the man up to the roof, keeping an ear out for any noise of approaching people in the building, and every so often, scouting out the future a bit. Her signature skill. "So, how long's this order been out on the man? Might tell us a bit about how prepared he'll be." Min: "Oh? Scuttling? You will have to. . . excuse me, I do not know that word. But I don't play with ships, since you seem to think I am a pirate. I am not. And I am not like a pirate. But you will not trust me anyway," Min sighed, "so that is all I can say. Do not worry, we will win the grail, and you do not need to like me." He said all this upside down, maintaining most of his composure. Except the fact that he was struggling his sports coat from falling off, one of the downsides of not putting ones arms through the sleeves. "Good. This is good. I make magic with bursts of light and heat, and it is not as blinding during the day. So we will need to have every other advantage during the day, and this will be a help to us. I will not involve you in my work, it would not be fair. But I wish to use all of my resources to trap, trick, and destroy the others. It seems you enjoy trickery? Do you like this plan?"
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