THE LEAGUE OF EXTRAORDINARY PERSONS (Inactive)

Game Master Johnny-Panic

Illness means I must stop using computers, I am sorry.


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are the company I.D. cards that Mr. Smith passed out for Lloyds of London or for a shell company that we are all "employees" of?

well at least I’ve heard of shape shifters…like “Buffy” that’s like comparing Big Time Wrestling to the MMA…let’s throw out an idea

Sariel intentionally avoids Mr. Armstrong’s question about Buffy but instead address’ Mr. Tailor.

Mr. Tailor or should we start using Mr. Clarkson? You asked earlier why someone who couldn’t swim would be on a scuba trip. The simple answer is you lost a bet. We are business men or co-employees; you had a wager with one of us; and lost. You wanted to go, say, to a dude ranch and I, Mr. White, wanted to go to racecar driving school and Mr. Cooper wanted to go scuba diving in the Mediterranean. Mr. Cooper won the sales contest or the sports bracket. It doesn’t matter as long as our story is strait and believable; so here we are in Italy on a boat.

Sariel stops speaking for a couple of seconds then adds

You said you were tech support, I know a little about technology; I also know a little about shotguns. And trust me getting a real gun that size has nothing to do with technology. So when you say you know tricks your not talking about “engineering tricks”, your speaking of something a little more…shall we say Mystical…you don’t need to explain but it’s obvious that all of us bring something “supernatural” to the table.

Then turning to Mr. Smith.

And your right we all need to share a little; so tell us Mr. Cooper why are you here? Other than you thieving skills; If I’m Buffy and their Merlin and Hercules; who pray tell are you?


AC 13, FF 10, Touch 13| HP: 48/48 | F: 1; R: 8; W: 4 (+2 vs fear)(+2 vs Illusion) | Init +3 | Perception +18* Inspiration (8/8) Luck (1/1)

John sighs hesitating to answer. "This isn't the first time I've taken Cooper as an alias. Last time it was Dan Cooper, though the papers called me D.B. for some reason. That was my last major heist and I intended to keep it that way since forensics and DNA and the like can actually catch me now. I don't age. As of this year I'll be 226 years old. More importantly, I have the devil's luck. No matter what, I always manage to survive impossible odds. I've jumped from planes thousands of feet in the air with no chute and walked away. It's why, when we get to this job I intend to recreate their dive. Same equipment, same time, same place. That way I can witness first hand what went wrong and rely on my luck to keep me safe."


Female Tuatha Dé Danann (Human) Druid (menhir savant) 7

At Qu Vardus:
Ramona savors the experience of dining in the company of a fellow immortal. She learns everything she can from Lady Luminass while remaining discrete. She is especially happy to have someone to talk about who can understand her experience. One major topic that has long troubled her was her experience of what happened to the knights Templar. The knights were an ally of the fey before they were burned. This was when Ramona learned that discretion is the key to survival. Another point of reflection would be just how much the world has changed over the many years, and how incredible it is to have watched it happen. Many mortals think they would be bigger if they could see history unfold before them, but strangely, it makes you feel even more small...
Ramona also tries to learn as much as she can about her employer. Who was Rosalyn's god? When was she born? Luminass was speaking the language of the the Byzantine, she noticed. Was she born to the pre-Roman Hellenes?

Before the mirror:
"What a marvelous little token," Romana says looking at her child self. "I have not seen that particular face of mine for very long! In this form, I will be able to slip into small places quite easily. Though, Danu has already gifted me with many other forms as well..." She smiles enigmatically. "Thank you very much, mi lady," she performs a playful curtsy to Rosalyn and then removes the pin, so as she stands again to her full height, she stands up into her adult form. Wit a more serious thanks, Ramona waits to be dismissed by Rosalyn, and then returns to the meeting room with the others.

Going down the vaults, Romana listens to anything the others have to say about the abilities they have to offer. She looks over her false ID. “Jasmine Ravenna. Appropriate, I suppose... Though could have been a little less descriptive.” She twirls a tress of raven black hair.
“I suppose I am your representative of the other world that exists around and beneath the human one. I have lived a long time and seen many things, and one the distinctive magics of my people is a special kind of sight. When someone or something is more than ordinary, or from another world, I can feel it. Furthermore, every child of Danu carries some of the goddess' power within her. I am able to change my shape, and to make the forces of nature our ally. However, since our goddess has long left this world, only some of her power still subsists within nature, I can only do so much in any given day. I also must do some ritual preparations with each rise or setting of the sun.” She smiles pensively, reflecting on some memory some hundreds of years from the past.

After the vault, Ramona goes shopping for supplies with Kingsman to help procure supplies for the island adventure. She returns directly on time for the flight.


AC 13, FF 10, Touch 13| HP: 48/48 | F: 1; R: 8; W: 4 (+2 vs fear)(+2 vs Illusion) | Init +3 | Perception +18* Inspiration (8/8) Luck (1/1)

John leads everyone to the elevator pressing the button for the "vault." The lift doors open onto a large room, it looks alike a vault with 12 doors.

He says to the room.

"Identify Mr. Smith."

"Identified Mr Smith"

says a voice from the very air around you.

"Please say Identify and your name."

You do and the same thing happens in reply but with your name.

Two doors light up.

One had your name on it, John walks over to the it and indicates you should open it and go onside, you do. The door closes behind you, Its a well lit white walled room with a table. To one side is all the things you had at the Hotel. Packed and cleaned. On the table is a briefcase you look inside it and find 100,000 Euro's cash, + 1 bank of Luxembourg platinum credit card in your alases name.

You check your things, every thing is in order and then taking the brafcase come back out the room.


Ramona Avala:

Thanks for posting, I really did not want to lose you

Lady Rosalyn is very coy about 'her' past, but after talking to her, you get the feeling she is very old. The god she says made her must be pre-Iron age a least. She dos tell you the Nights T where betrayed from inside. There wealth was what set them on a course to destruction when refused to lean it to the Vatican. After that is was just a matter of time. Greed is the most insipid of sins she says, one that is alive and well today. Kingsman says he has something to get so you head back alone. She thanks you for reminding her of so much that has passed, and hope you do well on the mission. She will do her best to find out who had been tracking her.

The Fake Employee IDs are indeed of a shell company OCP Investigations Inc, this will be the name of your company. Now if only you could work out what OCP stood for.


(Hybrid Form) HP 52/52 | AC: 29(32) /T: 22(23) /FF: 24(26) | Perc.+19 | F:+11 / R:+10(+11) /W:+6 | CMB+10(+12) | CMD: 29(32) | Speed 40ft | Init. +10(+11)

Titus sits and listens while enjoying his lunch.

Hercules? I go by Cronos on the streets. The first of the Titan's, ruler of the Gods. Ummm... Yeah I think that's what mom said anyways. He probably has an ability to shift things. You know like Ms Moon suddenly grew a penis and was feeling me up with those dainty man hands. He shudders a moment. So yeah something like that. It will be eaiser to plan if we know everyones full capabilities. I'm pretty good at talking my way into and out of situations. I also have pretty keen hearing and eyes and can sneak around pretty well undetected. Other than that I can fight and have a bit of power to heal most wounds. He drinks some more water and leans back rubbing his new food baby.
Nothing like some good food after a workout. Thats a good call on the lost bet "Billy the kid" I like it, and with it being Febuary it could have been from a Fantasy Football. So we have our cover if asked. Titus looks over as Ms Avala finally joins them.

Looks like the gangs all here. Why don't you take us down to get our stuff from the boxes Coop. He stands and finishes the piture of water before heading to the lift with the others.

At the boxes Titus does as instructed and opens his box. He shakes his head again at the name Bob on his card. Oh well... Next time I will request a name.

So now that we have this stuff we have a little time to kill before the plane leaves. We should find some pub and take in a soccer match and meed some soccer hooligans. Or go see the palace and hit on some british chicks. Or whatever we can call it team building. Whos in?


AC 13, FF 10, Touch 13| HP: 48/48 | F: 1; R: 8; W: 4 (+2 vs fear)(+2 vs Illusion) | Init +3 | Perception +18* Inspiration (8/8) Luck (1/1)

"I wouldn't mind hitting up a pub. Can we try and avoid a bar fight though. Last time I hit a London pub I got a broken bottle shanked through the heart and dumped in an ally. That is a memory I can do without reliving."


Female Tuatha Dé Danann (Human) Druid (menhir savant) 7

Ramona titters slightly at Armstrong's mention of the bi-gendered elf. "Oh, the fey can be so whimsical," she muses, her eyes brilliant eyes the color of the evening sky close to the horizon. "Changing one's shape comes with a great many... possibilities..." She snaps back to the present. "Where as it looks like I will be flying again on borrowed wings. I do hope ours is a direct flight."

Purchasing while shopping: underwater camera, wet suit, scuba gear.

"Yes, alcohol would be good to have before getting on yet another plane," Ramona agrees with John's suggestion.


GM:

We know damphir’s are not healed by positive energy but does Sariel know that. Would he or his mentor Father Raphael have had experience with anyone who could cast positive or negative energy? Obviously they were familiar with medical aid but is any form of “divine magic” known to the Catholic Church or the “un-dead hunter” community?

Sariel steps out of the private room Just in time to hear Mr. Armstrong invite everyone to a pub.

the streets of London with people I don’t know…haven’t slept since yesterday…at least I don’t need to find a furnace room…

Sariel looks at Cronos with a look somewhere between disgust and dismay and asks

Really; “find some pub and take in a soccer match and meet some soccer hooligans.”? The beer I can appreciate, but soccer and soccer fans, maybe you enjoyed Ms. Moon’s man hands more than you realized. No I’ll pass on the soccer match and its fanatics. If we were talking football you would have my attention, even baseball but soccer? Isn’t that what caused the fall of the British empire, well that and cricket.

Sariel, quick to not let an insult hang to long, smiles a smile that reaches his lips but not his eyes.

I jest of course; no one cares if you like man hands these days anyway. I need to rest, you all come up with a plan. If anywhere the plan calls for someone to shoot something or someone to find a walking dead guy fill my name in the gap. I will be ready by 7:00 I assume a ride will be ready.

With that Sariel turns and says to the door Identify Sariel Patrick Cornelius

He then steps in the room and shuts the door, Sariel will turn out the lights and sleep on the floor using his pack as a pillow. He will set the alarm on his watch for 6:45 and after getting up exchange his fake I.D. and American money for the “William White” I. D. and 5,000 in euro’s. By 7:00 he will be at the entryway waiting for a ride.


(Hybrid Form) HP 52/52 | AC: 29(32) /T: 22(23) /FF: 24(26) | Perc.+19 | F:+11 / R:+10(+11) /W:+6 | CMB+10(+12) | CMD: 29(32) | Speed 40ft | Init. +10(+11)

Bunch of loner rebels here huh. Lone wolfs. Looks like its me an you Coop. Titus extends his fist for a bump. Crazy guy wants to watch football or baseball in Febuary. They say I get hit in the head a lot. Lets go drink a few back and try and think what we may want to buy.

Titus emptys out the box and heads out to find a pub with Mr. Cooper assuming your going with me :) If not then by himself.


HP: 51 (51) | AC: 23; T: 14; FF: 19 | Init: +2 | Fort: +8; Ref: +6; Will: +7 Spells/Day: 4 (4) / 3 (3) | Mental Focus: 12 (12) | Invested: Evocation: 6 (6); Transmutation: 6 (6)

I'm back!

Not really having any place he was asked to go, Joe just wandered around the building, taking whatever food he could scrounge without being caught and basically just trying to stay out of people's way.

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Taking the ID card that he was given, Joe put it into one of his back pockets and promptly forgot about it.

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Not knowing what to buy, Joe gets two pairs of new boots, a dozen new t-shirts, a heavy and lightweight jacket, 4 pairs of Cargo pants, 30 pairs of socks, ziplock bags, travel binoculars, A leatherman multi tool, 3 rolls of duct tape, and a box of unlubricated condoms, stored in a brand-new rucksack.

He then made sure that he had his ids and travel documents before heading off to the airport.


AC 13, FF 10, Touch 13| HP: 48/48 | F: 1; R: 8; W: 4 (+2 vs fear)(+2 vs Illusion) | Init +3 | Perception +18* Inspiration (8/8) Luck (1/1)

Assuming Mr. Kinsman meets up with John at some point today, John will hand him a fake ID, passport etc. reading the name Jordan Baker using a photo from his file. John will also show him how to access the vault and invite him out to a pub with the rest.

"I do believe the lady took us up on our offer Mr. Lee.

GM:
What does OCP stand for? John would have asked. Second, are we purchasing a flight or do we have our own plane that John is to fly?


Mr Kingman:

Cool to have you back, if you can only post once every few days let me know, I can Bot your PC and have him doing back ground things.

Mr Cornelius:

No you have never seen magic that heals, the Catholic Church has most DEFINABLY not shown you any as what Father Raphael is doing with you very much NOT what they would like. In fact the very Father Raphael has told you never ever to let anyone on the Church know what you do. All he ever said was there are papal edicts forbidding such things as being in liege with Darksiders

Mr Smith:

The flights are from London Docks air port, its a small Business flight to Sicily where the Ship is docked and waiting, it will take a day to get to the dive site from there.

Note you need to be at the air port for 5pm its 1pm now
A back cab will take you there.

OCP wikipidia it, witch one do you think it stands for?

The Pub

The bunch-of-grapes Pub

Its a little shabby and full of city types drinking wine and beer,

Its started to rain by 1pm, you have to be at the City Air port [Dockslands airport] to fly out later. Mr Smith has the info. I did say you where flying at 8pm not 10pm. so sleeping until 7pm in a locked room only you can get in may be a problem for the team Mr Cornelius. Now this is going to be fun. You can take a black cab to the airport or the Dockland light railway [faster I can tell you]


AC 13, FF 10, Touch 13| HP: 48/48 | F: 1; R: 8; W: 4 (+2 vs fear)(+2 vs Illusion) | Init +3 | Perception +18* Inspiration (8/8) Luck (1/1)

Entering the pub, John signals the others to an empty booth and goes to the bar to get their drinks. John smiles at the bartender flirting lightly as he hands her his credit card opening a tab and ensuring she puts all the drinks for our booth on John's tab. When she brings their first round he slips two 100 Euro notes to the girl and brings Titus and Ramona their drinks. "We probably need to leave here about 5 to avoid traffic."


I remembered the flight was 8:00 didn't remember if it was a private plane or not. Fortunately Sariel is very paranoid and wakes up every four hours and changes locations of where he is sleeping, sometimes changing rooms sometimes changing actual locations. also due to Jet lag and an unfamiliar location he probably will wake up around 5:00 anyway :)


Sorry I was not clear, Mr Smith is the ONLY one with a credit card, the rest got only the cash

She lights up at the tip and soon there this a second girl working the Pub, looking at the banker types around you get the idea they are used to getting bit tips. The TV is on showing the highlights of the upcoming - Australia v England cricket game in Melbourne. The news comes on and there is a number of items two come up in Euro news, a small segment on there country in the

"Italy may recognise unwed couples, The Italian government approves a bill to grant legal rights to unmarried couples, despite Vatican hostility and Italian Prosecutors want Moggi indictment, Italian prosecutors seek to indict ex-Juventus boss Luciano Moggi and seven others in a football scandal."

before moving on

The bar starts to fill around 4 and soon it will be time to go.

You can talk and interact etc in this time if you like


AC 13, FF 10, Touch 13| HP: 48/48 | F: 1; R: 8; W: 4 (+2 vs fear)(+2 vs Illusion) | Init +3 | Perception +18* Inspiration (8/8) Luck (1/1)

If that card is for something else then John would have opened a cash tab.


Its for team expenses Mr Smith, like paying for the boat


Female Tuatha Dé Danann (Human) Druid (menhir savant) 7

Ramona watches the Italian news with interest, her ears trained for any hint of gang activity.

"Any of you boys been to the Mediterranean recently?" She inquires of her companions as she sips her wine.


AC 13, FF 10, Touch 13| HP: 48/48 | F: 1; R: 8; W: 4 (+2 vs fear)(+2 vs Illusion) | Init +3 | Perception +18* Inspiration (8/8) Luck (1/1)

Spain, Italy, and France in the 50's would be my last time." John replies, nursing his drink as he eyes the room taking note of any people of interest. "Do you mind me asking, what language was that you and the Lady were speaking. I have a bit of an ear for languages, but I couldn't catch that one."


Female Tuatha Dé Danann (Human) Druid (menhir savant) 7

Ramona leans over her wine with a bright smile. "That was Greek! Some dialect anyway... It's been ages since I heard the old Byzantine," she coyly winks at John, "but hers was colored by something else..." Her eyes check to watch out for eaves droppers- a habit of several centuries.
"I've got a heart for languages. Traveling for long enough is way to make you fall in love with more than one. So you're something of a linguist yourself?"


AC 13, FF 10, Touch 13| HP: 48/48 | F: 1; R: 8; W: 4 (+2 vs fear)(+2 vs Illusion) | Init +3 | Perception +18* Inspiration (8/8) Luck (1/1)

John smiles listening to her accent and guessing as he replies to her in French. His enunciation and accent are perfect as though he had lived there his whole life. "Vous semblez préoccupé avec des oreilles indiscrets amour . Je pensais que vous préférerez peut-être parler de cette façon."

French:
"You seem concerned with prying ears love. I thought you may prefer speaking this way."


Female Tuatha Dé Danann (Human) Druid (menhir savant) 7

Ramona listens with a slight tilt of the head. She then laughs aloud and answers John Smith in French. She sounds native to the Brittany region her accent. "Oh oui, monsieur! Vous parlez comme ils le font à Paris! Oui, je ai appris à toujours regarder mon dos, et le langage de l'amour est une musique apaisante pour moi."

French:
"Oh yes, monsieur! You speak like they do in Paris! Yes, I have learned to always watch my back, and the language of love is a soothing music for me."

She nods once vigorously, sending wavy dark tresses flying. Then she tilts her head the other way, and arches an eyebrow.
"Alors dis-moi, comment avez-vous jamais appris à parler français si parfaitement? Smith ne ressemble pas particulièrement à un nom français ..."

French:
"So tell me, how ever did you learn to speak French so perfectly? 'Smith' does not particularly sound like a French name."


AC 13, FF 10, Touch 13| HP: 48/48 | F: 1; R: 8; W: 4 (+2 vs fear)(+2 vs Illusion) | Init +3 | Perception +18* Inspiration (8/8) Luck (1/1)

John keeps his eyes locked with the beautiful vixen. A smile slowly spreads across his lips and they chat enjoying reliving the memories. "Non, mais Léo Martin est . Je ai passé une demi- vie de dix ans à Paris . Qu'en pensez-vous ? Combien de temps avez-vous vécu en France?"

French:
"No, but Léo Martin is. I spent half a decade living in Paris. What about you? How long have you lived in France?"


Below is a spoiler, in it is a film like cut away, now you can if you wish look at it, but think long and hard, there may be something in there you may not want to read, something that may keep you up at night. Its your call.

In meeting room 6 after the group had gone:

A blind man with no eyes is helping himself by touch to what's left of the buffet. He has on a dark suit and is bear foot. By his side is a Golden Labrador guide dogs, munching on some tit-bits.

Lady Rosalyn comes onto the room.

Blind man
"So how are they?

Rosalyan sat down.

"Very much how you said they would be, O and the sixth did not show up. So only five."

Blind man feeling his way to a seat.
"well that's sad news. Did the ones that came check out, I bet they did, got no feeling any where bad at the door. But I have put money on the 6th coming, O well I got 5 out of 6 and that's good, best I have done for a while. There must be some fate knocking around here, seems they may become players in the big game, for me to get that much right."

Rosalyan nodded
"I got the same feeling, there names drop into my lap just when I need them, and they seemed to bond the moment they meet, all smacks of fate being in play. If it is fate what have we got ourselves into I wonder? last time I had a group like this was in France and that was a cluster F***"

The Blind man
"I told you not to use Robespierre, he was a d**k form day one, But NOoo you wanted him, after all he had done, and you looked shocked when he kill off the team like that."

He picked at his food.

"But I don't think we have one like that is this group. Not that basic power mad head F***ness. They seem a deeper lot more in tune. Anyway now you think fates in on this, do you believe me know, do you believe something is coming, something big, that the odd images I am getting are showing us this. Ok so f***g odd they are doing my head in, man it was so much simple in the old days, Daggers and the Jule's eagle falling into a cow pat did not take us long to work that one out."

Rosa scoffs at his coment,
"We where still late, he died anyway"

The Blind man
"Yes be we knew what was coming and we where not there for the madness after. For warned is forearmed!, but this time."

He pats his dog and feeds it another bit of meat.

"This time all I'am just getting images of number, lines of text like computer code, over and over, never the same but moving so bloody fast."

"Missile codes, power grid control system, massages form the stars, what kind of code?"
She asked

"No idea, I just don't understand it"

Rosa looked worried.
"Your the seer, if you don't I have no clue then no one dos, It's way I took this job, this is the nearest we have had of a contract that deals with computer code. My hope is a team of new players in game may just shake something up, something that could give us a clue as to your bad thing coming and what computer code has to do with it."

The blind-man with a mouth full of food.
"Wooll ioof itt tuooks thaaf tehn Sooo buuffit"

Rosa nods.
"Thats my feeling, it may cost them there lives but if they shack something up so we can have a look, see the risk then many more lives can be saved."

They sat in silence, one eating the other thinking.


(Hybrid Form) HP 52/52 | AC: 29(32) /T: 22(23) /FF: 24(26) | Perc.+19 | F:+11 / R:+10(+11) /W:+6 | CMB+10(+12) | CMD: 29(32) | Speed 40ft | Init. +10(+11)

Titus watches as John flirts with the waitress and smiles. After she leaves he gives John the universal head knod of approvment.

You dog you. I knew there was some life to you. He sits and enjoys the drink taking in the local pub. As the two switch to speaking French he just looks on shakes his head and watches the TV.

Well getting about that time, as much as I enjoy sitting and listening to you two speak French. Guess we should head out. Wouldn't want to miss our flight. Thanks for having a drink with me. I was freaking out a bit on the inside still at how overwhelming all this sh** was. I feel better now. Almost reborn in a way. I now understand myself a bit better.


Soon the time comes around and you get taxis to the airport, its small and the planes are not that big, just a small Airbus's the flight time is 3 hours, not long at all. You will around around midnight.

If you have things NOT hidden the now is the time to let me know.
Kingsman shows up with all new gear. There is no one from the office to wave you off. None of you is sat next to another in the flight which is with out incident. You flight lands in Lampedusa Airport Sicily and you find getting past customs. As you came from an internal EU flight its just simple body scanner. its 12:30 am a Hotel mini van is waiting to take you to the Hotel, Lampedusa you have the best rooms, one each, A note is left for you saying the Yacht will be docking just down on the marina at 2:pm the next day.


I gotta type faster you posted 10 minutes before me :)

dream:

Sariel awakens, the floor of the mausoleum is cool to the touch, it’s a familiar coolness, like the wooden floor of the orphanage on his bare feet on a December morning. He awakens quickly, moving through the darkness gathering his only pack. As he opens the oak door the iron hinges creak in their familiar tone. He has awakened at dusk, the mystical change of light to darkness; his time.

As he stand in the threshold, looking over the cemetery, a hand claws is way out of the nearest grave. It had been a woman’s hand with a long dark sleeve and a lace cuff. Seeing a hand reaching out of the grave disturbs him; this is holy ground no undead can exist here. As the abominations head and shoulders follows its first arm out of the now spoiled grave; he walks to the grave, screwing a silencer onto his Sig he levels the pistol squeezing the trigger and the painful light flashes as the skull spatters. “I will need to repair the grave, so no one knows” he turns to go to the gardeners shed and other hands begin reaching out of graves. Every grave is disgorging its contents; Mausoleums are spewing out their dead.

Sariel un-holsters his pistol again, not bothering with the silencer, there will be no hiding this. The first corpse is an old man in a dark suit, newly buried his skin still intake. The second, a teenager girl half decayed in a poodle skirt. The third, is a fat middle-aged business man. After that he loses count, firing and reloading backing up as he goes; staying ahead of the wave on undead. He makes it to the door of the Mausoleum using his key as he fires his last bullet. He has a stock pile in the mausoleum he will be able to stop this apocalypse; more bullets, other guns, get the door open and finish the task. As the door open, there stands the corpse of Father Raphael, looking as alive in death as he did in life…

Sariel startles as he awakes, sweat poring off of him, even the cool floor providing no comfort.

what started the familiar nightmare this time? The new location? a new team? Or just the coming of dusk, like so many times before. No use to try and sleep now.

Sariel looks at his watch; 5:01 P.M.

I bet dollars to donuts it sunset

After turning off his alarm he picks up his gear and leaves the safe. Going to the main entrance he asks the desk to call a cab for the airport. As he waits he looks around for the tall man in a suit with the glowing green eyes that he had seen yesterday about this time.

perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18 just in case

When the taxi arrives he will take it to the airport and wait for the rest of the team in the terminal.


AC 13, FF 10, Touch 13| HP: 48/48 | F: 1; R: 8; W: 4 (+2 vs fear)(+2 vs Illusion) | Init +3 | Perception +18* Inspiration (8/8) Luck (1/1)

Once we arrive at the hotel, John will gather the team together and offer to exchange cell phone numbers to help coordinate any actions from here out. Since he packed light, John does offer to carry the ladies bags to her room. Assuming she accepts he escorts her to her room leaves her bags and leaves her alone as a perfect gentleman should.
Once done, John returns to the lobby and searches for a gift shop. Finding it closed this late at night. John goes to the concierge asking where he can find books that are not in Italian. With that information John takes off out into the street on the hunt.


Female Tuatha Dé Danann (Human) Druid (menhir savant) 7

Back in the pub...

"Je suis né en France, il ya longtemps, et j'y ai vécu pendant de nombreuses années ... Cependant, à l'époque, le langage et le monde était très différent.." As Ramona speaks her eyes are the blue of the sky during the hours of fading light, her voice has a tone both nostalgic and troubled by memories wonderful and painful alike. Still she smiles at the kind man who has pleasantly turned out to be a skilled conversationalist.

French:
"I was born in France, long ago, and I lived there for a great many years... However, back then, the language and the world was very different.."

Switching back to English, she is delighted by Titus' sharing of insight. "That is wonderful Titus! Life truly is a journey of self-discovery." Her voice becomes a little quieter as she leans forward, "Even after all these years I am still learning new things everyday. You'd think living through history would make you feel bigger than the world, but for me, it makes it all the more overwhelming." She looks at everyone around the table, "I am delighted to meet all of you. Hopefully we will have a chance to enjoy Sicily a little once we are there after our work is done!"

If the flight service offers any wine, she is sure to have a glass or two to ease the flight. She greatly prefers flying in the form of a bird- the confines of a plane is not the true freedom flight should be..

Upon landing...
EDIT: Ramona indeed exchanges numbers- a good idea to keep the party together as a group.

Ramona graciously accepts John's offer of help. Whenever a gentlemen offers his services, a good lady always accepts.
After a shower and change of clothes, she conceals her revolver in a hip holster underneath her long jacket. She takes her camera outside and begins snapping some pictures the area surrounding the hotel. She then spends the evening people watching, the whole while concentrating, to see if there are any supernatural presences among any people going by spirit sense (sp) and seeing if she senses any ley lines on the island.


(Hybrid Form) HP 52/52 | AC: 29(32) /T: 22(23) /FF: 24(26) | Perc.+19 | F:+11 / R:+10(+11) /W:+6 | CMB+10(+12) | CMD: 29(32) | Speed 40ft | Init. +10(+11)

Titus exchanges numbers and after a nap on the plane is a little groggy.

I'm going to call it a night. Anyone wana go for run with me say around 6a.m.? I will map it out on my phone. A good five mile run to start the day. No takers huh. Alright anyone that wants can meet me for breakfest around 8a.m. Come on we will do a leasurly 10-11min mile pace. No no one. Fine fine. Night all.

Titus maps out a course on his phone before sitting his alarm and getting some sleep. He awakes in the morning and would be pleasently surprised if anyone joined him for the run. After that and a shower he heads down to the hotel lobby for breakfest.


Sariel looks at Smith incredulously when he asks for phone numbers, he then removes a small note pad and pen from his travel bag and offers it to Smith. When everyone is done writing their number down he tears off the page with the numbers, tucking it into his pocket and returns the pad to his bag.

if you want me to have your phone number write it down and I will memorize them soon enough. I don't plan on needing for any of you to call me, not yet.

Sariel doesn't enter the hotel instead he walks around the property, checking entrances and exits. He quickly goes through the parking area looking at makes, models and license plates. looking for anything out of the ordinary.

perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26 just looking for anything a GM might want seen :)

when he sees Smith exit the building he walks up beside him and asks

hey Cooper, you want some company? Can't have our team leader out all by himself after dark can we?


Female Tuatha Dé Danann (Human) Druid (menhir savant) 7

Perception, people watching: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27


HP: 51 (51) | AC: 23; T: 14; FF: 19 | Init: +2 | Fort: +8; Ref: +6; Will: +7 Spells/Day: 4 (4) / 3 (3) | Mental Focus: 12 (12) | Invested: Evocation: 6 (6); Transmutation: 6 (6)

Joe didn't have a cell phone and would have headed to the hotel immediately. He was sure that this was all some sort of elaborate hoax, with some sort if trickery involved. He just knew that he would take all the money they gave him and then run with it if the time came.

He would never kill anyone again, no matter what.

After that was the standard evening of self-recriminations, crying openly, and then sleeping.


AC 13, FF 10, Touch 13| HP: 48/48 | F: 1; R: 8; W: 4 (+2 vs fear)(+2 vs Illusion) | Init +3 | Perception +18* Inspiration (8/8) Luck (1/1)

Yesterday at the pub.

Ramona Said wrote:


"Even after all these years I am still learning new things everyday. You'd think living through history would make you feel bigger than the world, but for me, it makes it all the more overwhelming."

John switches to English to match her, his french accent following for a sentence before fading into a mask-less, unaccented English. "I would think nothing of the sort. If anything a longer life makes you appreciate this world all the more. I can't say I understand being overwhelmed though. Knowing that in all the years I've lived that I've not even scratched the surface of what I can learn makes me love this world."

When the conversation ends, John is clearly disappointed. He can't help shake the feeling of a sort of kindred spirit with this woman. Careful now, he warns himself. You don't know hardly anything about this woman. Beautiful women will be the death of me. Like they have been for so many deaths in the past.

Upon leaving the hotel.
"Leader? Me?" John seems genuinely surprised by the implication. Gods, angles, wizards, and vampire hunters on this team and you want a lucky thief to lead it? "No, I don't mind the company at all. There is supposedly a bookstore a few blocks this way that carries English books."


Cornelius:

Cornelius the place is clean, as for as you can tell, and no one its staking the place out, you find a drunk but hes an old African who asks you for money in some language you not sore of. Before heading out into the street and doing the same to others.

Smith and co:

The Island at 1am is dead, just a few clubs open, some restaurants the hotels. The book shop turns out to be in another hotel and sells, news papers magazines and from around the world. You get the feeling this place is the playground for the Euto-rich and Russians, with the odd Chinese. The yachts are impressive down in the key, Millions of dollars worth. This place is slow this time of year, but still there are a few out, eating and enjoying the night. There is a lot of African immigrants working the hotels and bars. You seem some wealthy Africans shopping in the late night upmarket cloths shops. This place seems to be doing well.
Its a catholic culture so you see the off church. All in all is a up market resort, for the med boats.

Ms Avala:

You walk around town, The Island at 1am is dead, just a few clubs open, some restaurants the hotels. A book shop in a hotel and sells, news papers magazines and from around the world. You get the feeling this place is the playground for the Euto-rich and Russians, with the odd Chinese. The yachts are impressive down in the key, Millions of dollars worth. This place is slow this time of year, but still there are a few out, eating and enjoying the night. There is a lot of African immigrants working the hotels and bars. You seem some wealthy Africans shopping in the late night upmarket cloths shops. This place seems to be doing well. Its a catholic culture so you see the off church. All in all is a up market resort, for the med boats.

You pick up a faint trace from one African, he's think evil looking and walking with two woman, its from around his neck. Some kind of fetish. You have seen its kind before, its meant to ward of bullets and is made the body parts of a young child, killed in its making. Evil black magic. Hes walks into a Casino, you snap some images.

his persep 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
you roll stealth.


Female Tuatha Dé Danann (Human) Druid (menhir savant) 7

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

Ramona slips behind a monument or tree after taking a few shots. When the cost is clear she takes a good look at casino. Does it look crowded?


AC 13, FF 10, Touch 13| HP: 48/48 | F: 1; R: 8; W: 4 (+2 vs fear)(+2 vs Illusion) | Init +3 | Perception +18* Inspiration (8/8) Luck (1/1)

John looks over the book collection with disappointment, but once he finds a copy of "Crime and Punishment" in its original Russian and picks it up. He pays for the book and requests a bag to carry it in. "You ready?" he asks Sariel before heading back to the hotel. "So vampires, really? he asks Sariel giving the man a chance to chat about himself.

Spotting Ramona sitting outside John gives a small wave keeping his distance, letting her have her solitude unless invited over.


Avala:

Ramona Avala wrote:

[dice=Stealth] 1d20 + 10

Ramona slips behind a monument or tree after taking a few shots. When the cost is clear she takes a good look at casino. Does it look crowded?

No but it looks like a privet event, people going in are handing over invites. The security looks very tight, why over the top for a small town casino off season.


As Smith looks for a particular book Sariel purchases a Sudoku game book. As he waits for Smith he uses a couple of pens to move information from the piece of paper that the phone number was on over to the Sudoku book. He then tears up the piece of paper and throws it away.

As they leave the store, Smith asks about vampires. Sariel removes his leather thong necklace and unties it. He removes two identical canine teeth, about two inches long; with holes drilled in their roots so they will fit the necklace. Saying nothing he hands the teeth to Smith.

As Smith waves to the photographer Sariel wonders.

Hhhhmmm, the photographer is out and about…wonder what she sees that we do not…I wonder if there are any undead near here..

Sariel uses use detect undead for the second time today, if it is still the 7th, first time if it is the 8th


AC 13, FF 10, Touch 13| HP: 48/48 | F: 1; R: 8; W: 4 (+2 vs fear)(+2 vs Illusion) | Init +3 | Perception +18* Inspiration (8/8) Luck (1/1)

John holds the teeth in his hand poking the tip with the edge of his finger testing it's sharpness. "I guess so, so how does one get into this business? I can't imagine you saw an ad in the local paper and you certainly don't seem a priest."


how much information do I give this man

when I was younger, living on the streets of Chicago, I witness my mentor Father Raphael kill a vampire, I had seen to much. He had the choice of bringing me in or killing me, he was not an evil man. He trained me and introduced me to an independent network of hunters

Sariel stops speaking and watches to see what Avala is doing.


AC 13, FF 10, Touch 13| HP: 48/48 | F: 1; R: 8; W: 4 (+2 vs fear)(+2 vs Illusion) | Init +3 | Perception +18* Inspiration (8/8) Luck (1/1)

"Are they just like the stories, can't go out in the sun and all that?"


going straight with the bestiary info, if that’s not right let us know, or not :)

Sariel, clearly not comfortable with the topic answers

It seems like some stories are true and some not, there are different types; or maybe a hierarchy is the right idea. Then there are other types of un-dead also. A couple of things are defiantly true; you better be well prepared and willing to take losses.


AC 13, FF 10, Touch 13| HP: 48/48 | F: 1; R: 8; W: 4 (+2 vs fear)(+2 vs Illusion) | Init +3 | Perception +18* Inspiration (8/8) Luck (1/1)

Sensing the emotional change, John backs down, letting the silence hang. "You should get some rest. We have a long day tomorrow."


Sariel smiles at the sleep comment

I already did remember, four hours is usually all I get, I sleep during the day unless there are extenuating circumstances. You head on up, I'll see you in the morning,

When Smith goes into the hotel Sariel will make a wider loop around the hotel to see what the island night life is like.

did he sense anything with the undead check? Or is no news good news?


You pick up no undead Cornelius with in range as you walk


Smith and co:

As you walk along the small main street you spot Ms Avala lurking behind a tree


AC 13, FF 10, Touch 13| HP: 48/48 | F: 1; R: 8; W: 4 (+2 vs fear)(+2 vs Illusion) | Init +3 | Perception +18* Inspiration (8/8) Luck (1/1)

"Good night then. Stay safe. Call me if you need anything." John goes to his room dressing down to a comforatable shorts and a shirt. He lies down his mind wandering to home. "I wonder how much made services would be for the house . More than cost, finding one who wouldn't destroy any of my antiques would be the real challenge." John sighs and rolls on to his stomach drifting to sleep quickly.


After Sariel and Smith separate he walks over to where Avala is "lurking behind a tree." As he approaches her he asks,

find anything interesting?

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