Sorry about the Mahogany, Tomoya.
"Silver the person, not the metal."
"No yes, I understand. Ehh, is joke. Bad joke would guess. Comprehend good, not the speaking."
"Break in case of fight. Does ehh, Shield spell. I make loophole. Usually can't cast on others."
Nazuri translates for Mr. Tomoya, and explains that the group would like to meet with his contacts.
"Wait, wait, WAIT!" exclaims Geralt, his eyes wide and incredulous.
"do we HAVE to break the door down...?"
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It will be, uh... fine. It is far from most expensive thing they could have whacked with a sword. Not to give them any ideas. Tomoya said, scratching the back of his head.
It's not necessarily someone I call, it's someone I have to instruct you towards.
Tomoya said.
When you are ready, take them to the Bullet Train station five blocks down, then the first public men's restroom to the left. Send one, and only one of them, into the corner stall, where they must then whistle Raider's March for at least ten seconds.
He explained, nodding. I will, uh... Go see a man about a door.
She nods to Tomoya, translates the Japanese for them, and then says
Wow, this adventure stuff is strange.
Thanks Dev, will do Ammon smiles carefully handling the vial, To be fair I wacked it with a magic metal club, my sword would have done much worse it's a lot bigger, besides i can fix it...Probably Ammon comment offhand
"Wait, wait, WAIT!" exclaims Geralt, his eyes wide and incredulous.
"do we HAVE to break the door down...?"
"No! Is best part!" Devic seems proud of herself.
She nods to Tomoya, translates the Japanese for them, and then says
Wow, this adventure stuff is strange.
"Think so? Ehh, guess last trip got weird. We go yes?"
Nazuri takes them to the Bullet Train station five blocks down, and stops in front of the Men's restroom previously referred to by Tomoya.
Who's going in? Remember, corner stall, whistle Raider's March for at least 10 seconds.
"I can't whistle" Geralt says sheepishly, embarrassed that he can do something so simple
"...why a bathroom?" he mumbles.
"...why a bathroom?" he mumbles.
I thought it was strange too, but that it was probably normal for the intrigue level you guys are used to. This doesn't happen to you often?
"Overestimate us still." Devic says as she googles "Raiders March"
Nope, Silver tells us to go and look into things and we usually just end up beating some bad guys up and going home.
The station is crowded, and even from here the bathroom smells a tad rank. Few pay any attention to the group, save for a few coming out of the restroom giving the crowd a cursory glance as they leave.
"Oh, that song... Someone else do it?"
Devic turns to the men in the group.
i still dont know what song your talking about...and i can't whistle.
Do these things usually have time limits?
"This does." Devic pushes her way into the bathroom and stall with a loud clack of the door against the wall. After a second, that famous song plays in the form of a really, really weak whistle for exactly ten seconds. No more. No less. Devic leaves the stall with the face-obscuring mask back on. In complete silence.
After Devic leaves the stall, nothing seems to happen.
You hear a faint whisper coming from inside the stall.
"Ehh, not going back in mens room."
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"...Hate you all." Devic walks back into the stall begrudgingly.
Geralt whistles innocently, as if he hadn't been waiting for someone else to do this. though the satisfied look in his eyes says otherwise...
"...Wai-" Devic thinks aloud for a second before being cut off by the door.
"I can't whistle" Geralt says sheepishly
Geralt whistles innocently.
"диверсант."
Nazuri laughs as she hears the Russian word through the Men's Room door, which she is guarding, not allowing any men inside while her ratfolk friend is doing her spy stuff.
At least i was honest... Ammon mumbles
I'm just going to assume she said something funny." Ramiel chuckles as he leans against a wall.
Back in the stall, Devic hears the whisper more clearly.
Do you want red paper or blue paper? It asked, appearing to come from all directions, appearing to take some sort of delight in the question.
"*sigh* Blue?"
The whispering voice spoke again.
Very well. Prepare for asphyxiation."
Just like that, Devic, then the rest of the team on the other side hear the bathroom door clump shut. Devic hears a whistling coming from the vents.
Have a nice day. Said the whistling voice.
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"WHAT?!" Devic starts loudly cursing out her captor, while she looks for a way out.
"Sorry you had to hear that Ammon."
Nazuri, hearing the door clamp shut and then some ...erm, inappropriate Russian, says
What the crap? I thought this was something you guys did all the time. Now she's trapped in there. What happened?
She lays her hand on the door and can see through it, and sees that Devic is getting frantic.
She pulls out her traveler's any tool and uses it as a crowbar, attempting to force the door open.
(strength mod +2 for crowbar assist)
Arrrgh! You guys... do something. I've just a freaking travel guide, although... hmmm...
She gets out of the way in case Ammon tries to go through this door like he did through the Mahogany, and she casts a spell.
She tells the hand to find the nearest janitor, and then realizes she has to explain better than that. Um, a man with a bunch of keys... like a lot of keys.
More than 10. she prompts, and the hand finally slips off to find the target of the spell.
"I don't think I can use my magic to rip the door off. Ammon, I think it's time to actually break it." Ramiel says as he glares. He didn't think he'd even be able to pick a simple door lock in time, let alone one in a building like this.
Ammon winds up to smash the door, I'm coming, stand clear of the door Dev.
Devic notes that there is both good news and bad news.
The good news is that the rank stench of a public-transportation-station bathroom is slowly disappearing.
The bad news is that the air is, too.
As Amara jams a crowbar into the door, she feels a faint tingle of electricity that seems to grow stronger the more pressure she put into yanking the door.
Amara's helping hand shoots out into the crowd, eager to serve.
Meanwhile, as Ammon unleashes his strike against the door, an electric, violet layer of energy intervenes on his blade, crackling up against his arm.
Amara's helping hand appears to be on the way, leading a stumbling, elderly man with more hair on his eyebrows than on his head and the plain uniform of a custodian.
Would this aggressive hand be any of yours, per chance?
He said in a painfully slow manner.
Nazuri explains in Japanese to the custodian that her friend is trapped in the Men's Room, and seems to be dying, and asks if there is a way that he could kindly help, although the door seems to be electrified, so he should be sure to be careful, and if he would like her to use the key she would be happy to try it for him.
(She says it really quickly though, because her friend is dying. It is hard to be polite when you are in a hurry.)
No! Ammon growls out, Magic,
Waiting for the Janitor's very slow reply, and trying not to scare him into talking slower, she sees Ammon is hurt from his try at the door, and that things seem to be getting worse by the minute.
This was *much* more like tourism than she had thought. Well, if these were her tourists, then the first thing to do was channel some positive energy (both figuratively and literally).
(That should include the whole party including Ammon, Devic, the janitor, several rats, and whatever passersby come within a 30 foot radius of us, which could be many people, so I hope all their sore throats and hangnails feel better too.)
Nobody panic. Things are going to be okay. (She isn't at all certain of this, but it is her job to be the grown up.)
"Let's see what happens when you don't touch." With that, the resident lightning-flinger wrapped electricity around his hand and used it to launch raw magic at the door.
All of Geralt's revelry and amusement fades when his companions begin panicking in they're own way.
That's not to say that Geralt isn't panicking too, you can easily see it in his eyes, that 'OH S+%& I F!!!ED UP' look on his face.
Immediately, he's engulfed in his icy blue time dust, motes of time buzzing around him like aggravated Finches. His hands sends out a tendril of temporal impossibility which rushes forward and grabs hold of the doors strands of time. Then with nary a thought, rapidly speeds up its personal time, causing rapid Entropy.
The Janitor smacked his lips to reply.
Fine, young lady.
He said, pulling out his keys, which was definitely more than ten, and just less than forty, and flips through them in a decidedly less than urgent pace.
The bolt of pure magic energy splashed and rippled along the energy field, but appeared to do little damage to the door, otherwise.
With Geralt's attack, the door begins to splinter away, peeling off the outer layer, but not breaking through, yet.
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Nazuri smiles at the custodian, ready to assist if needed (she is well-practiced in repressing the urge to strangle people).
I have two options right now. I could try to get into the vents and start to make good on my promise to put my foot up vent boys ass, or I could try to seal them. The fun way.
...Well, I tried.
Once the attack is resolved, Geralt falls onto his hands and knees, sweating and panting like a dog, suddenly exhausted.
What the hell was THAT? his heart is hammering in his chest from the overflow of power he just somehow let loose...and the worse part is that the door is STILL STANDING.
"Dev...!" He exclaims hoarsely, forcing himself up and attacking the door again with the Red Queen. The janitor is taking to long and he needs to do something!
So he rev's the blade, the metal vibrating and turning bright red, contrasting the blue temporal energies that burst from the blades edge. Then he attacks the door desperately, uncaring of the damage he'll undoubtedly take.