"here" Moment unsheathes one of his many daggers and tosses it to Skjor
"I'll need that back."
You see Devic is in a corner, silently freeing prisoners with a knife of her own.
Ehh, sure. I could use help. She turns back to the others momentarily.
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Walking over to the nearest captive still bound, he slowly bent down and showed them the blade. "I promise I am not here to harm you, I am merely going to cut through the ropes around your arms," he said softly before reaching out with the dagger. He repeated this several times until he and Devic got the captives freed.
You free eight hostages, one of them, a quaking woman, hugs Skjor and mutters something too quick to be comprehensable. They're all mostly unharmed, save for splotches of black-and-blue over their bodies.
Ramiel looks at them all for a moment before deciding he couldn't tell who was real and who was a glass creature. Best to heal them anyway, just in case. He offers each captive a use his dorje, using it to heal minor injuries if they accept and moving on if they decline.
"ok, I think the first question we should ask is if there are any more of you here that you know of?" moments asks the group of captives.
A police officer stood up, remarkably similar to the one that the Soulsliver copied.
"We're all that I've seen around here, and I haven't heard them interrogating anyone else." He shivered. "Are there... are there any more of those glass men out there?"
"We've destroyed all we've come across." He tells the cop.
after the folks are freed, Devic stands to the side, more than happy to let others do the talking. She goes through her phone in an attempt to look busy, waiting for the other party members to finish.
Someone should ehh, call Mz. Silver now. She says to nobody in particular.
After the folks are freed, Devic awkwardly shuffles to the side, more than happy to let others do the talking. She goes through her phone in an attempt to look busy, waiting for the other party members to finish.
Someone should ehh, call Mz. Silver now. She says to nobody in particular.
"Got it" Moment quips as he pulls out his smart phone and brings up Ms.Silver. once she answers, Moment opens with "Eyyy, Silver, Babe, this is Moment, Geralt's friend; how's it's going? Anyway we found those missing people and I just knocked out one of the perps for questioning...we probably need a ambulance aswell."
Let's get out of here Ammon get's up rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. stretching himself out. as He attempts to heft the bugbear over his shoulder.
An amused voice answered the phone. "Babe?" She repeated. "Getting awfully into character now, aren't we?" she hummed. "Good work, all of you. I'm sending the ambulence rightaways, and the proper authorities will get to the interrogation and give you what they got out of the bastard." She trails off, as if considering what next to say, interrupted by a snorting laugh. "Oh, and Moment, tell that awkward friend of yours to prepare me a caramel macchiato when you get back here, babe."
Properly back in human form by the time the authorities showed up, Yelis busied himself helping the others. "You know, we really should just get some streaming surveillance equipment. It'll be much easier to just set that up and find out what's going on."
The orc officer from before sighed at Yellis as two more officers dragged the Bugbear into an armored car.
"I've been making that suggestion to the owner. I think now he'll listen." He scratched at the scruff behind his neck. "Look, I know that I wasn't exactly easy on you guys when you got here. Thought you were just going to be more missing persons on my paperwork. But I have to admit, good job, good job. Anf if you ever need a friend on the force, just call for officer Tagg." He takes the time to shake everybody's hand.
We will keep that in mind officer Tagg, if you hear anything odd feel free to give us a call. Blood dried on Ammons face and arms, now calmed and back to his smiling self with the bug bear over his shoulder.
Devic pipes up at the mention of surveillance equipment.
We could use some more ehh, tools ourselves. It would make it easier to know what is happening. I should make a note to Mz. Silver about that. She does that exact thing as she mentions it.
She shakes the officers hand limply, seeming uncomfortable.
Looking away for a second, she adds Wasn't she mention, ehh housing?
"Not my usual work, but pretty similar." Ray says, at some point having put his bandana on over his face. "Someone has to help."
"...yeah, yeah, I got it" Moment drawls out almost in defeat to his boss. When the police arrive, Moment turns to the rest of the group and says "and this is where we part ways...good work guys; and don't worry...if you need to contact me, don't find me, I'll find you" And with that, moment begins scaling the nearest building.
Tagg nodded as he headed his way back to his car. "You'll definitely be on our minds from here on out. You vigilantes in the crowd... I have a feeling we misjudged you."
Yes. Yes, this could be ehh, opportunistic. Devic decides to call Ms. Silver herself on the way back to her apartment.
I vill be seeing you all again very soon I'm sure. She states very distractedly, already pulling out her phone. She dials the number while walking away from the group.
Ehh, hi Mz. Silver! Ehh, I have questions about moving to to the Lunar building. She continues without stopping to hear an answer. Would there be room for expansion at all? Can my workshop be brought in? Is there any additional resources I may access through this movement? Do you have noise ordinances? Or simply city ones? Up-to-date fire alarm systems? Suppose we need to dispose of a body, would I be able to find the necessary chemicals? Devic pauses, the deep breath she takes indicating to her that she may have let out more than she should have.
Ehh... Sorry... She seriously considers hanging up, looking to see if anyone heard that.
Well i'm going to head on back and rest up. night guys he smiles before turning to head back.
Although in pain, he wouldn't let the others know, loosing control like that always hurt caused him to embrace a side of himself, he didn't want to exist. The voice, it always told him to kill or harm, usually this focused itself on his enemies. Today was dangerous, there were others with him...And people that could have gotten hurt.
I should ask Ms. Silver for a small smithing workshop, that always helped. he sighed aloud. He didn't realized quite how he looked blood matting his hair walking around in a suit of full plate armour in the middle of the city with a sword the size of most people.
Those glass things..Soul slivers or whatever they were. They're dead now, they can't hurt me or anyone else. I'm not scared...I'm never afraid..I'm the strongest there is!
"Hi Devic." She said cheerily, then listening intently at Devic's line of questions, she answered, "Yes. Yes. Yes. Not really, no. Yes. Yes. Say what?"
A dwarvish officer at the pub offers to buy Skjor a drink.
Excellent! I'll be over shortly. Devic decides to go back to the Lunaris Tower to discuss moving in.
Geralt sighs as he walks out of the Starbucks inside the lunar tower, dressed in his Starbucks uniform. His boss had just chewed him out for missing his shift, and now he finds himself taking coffee to the "big boss" Silver...what a world.
Yelis nodded appreciatively at Tagg. "Glad to hear it, sir." It was nice to have a bit of an in with the cops. He just rolled his eyes at Devic's last question. "Well, I'll tag along, if you don't object. I'm interested in checking out the new digs- that, and Waya could use some patching up."
Yes, come along if you like. You don't like the joke, Zhulik? Devic asks as she takes out a grenade to inspect.
And what are, ehh "digs?"
"It's slang for his living space. An apartment or house." Ramiel explains, taking out his dorje again. "Waya won't bite if I use this, will she?"
"Zhulik?" Yelis asked in turn. "It's just not very straight forward. Like people paying a premium for human flesh. It's enough to make one want to be a criminal, just to go about it right. Of course, if I did, I would just mess up something else instead, however sound the practical details were."
He shook his head in response to Remiel's question. "Waya, sit," he instructed in Sylvan.
Is Russian. Is ehh, nickname I have decided for you. Some people are sick and vish to indulge. I think you would make a fine criminal, just with someone to do the thinking. You strike me as a talker. Devic says as she stops for Dorjage.
Like my brother. She adds.
Yelis waved a hand. "Oh, I'm not arguing the morality, just the economics. Human heart and liver are traditionally kumiho delicacies, but they eat pork and veal because it's cheaper, less risky, and you can hardly tell the difference. Or, if they're picky, they get the fancy stuff that's been fed and raised to taste more like the real deal."
Some don't care for price. Or like gold shavings, they just use as warped status symbol. It is disgusting for many reasons.
Silver takes the cup from Geralt's hand and sips from the straw. "Thank you, good sir. Y'know, you really should suit up before everyone else gets here."
Ammon could here the other's talking behind him, it surprised him how quickly they caught up. His tail waving back and forth slowly, fidgeting and doing anything but staying still.
Probably heading back to the towers as well. I pushed myself to hard, used my magic to much and lost control...I need to train harder.
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Giving a nod of thanks to the officer, Skjor gave if a try. 'A little heavier on the honey than I prefer, but not bad overall,' he thought to himself. Giving a longer drink, he looked around the pub and gave a small smile. 'Dwarves make the best drinking establishments.' Finishing his drink and buying the officer his next round, Skjor made his way out and to the towers housing his new employer.
Geralt stands there and uncomfortable nods "uh...y-yeah, I'll do that" he rushes into the nearest bathroom to change.
After a minute Moment walks out, clean and walking with a bit of swagger. The nervousness of before is nowhere to be seen.
Yelis nodded. "You know, I'd actually managed to forget that the gold-leaf desserts were a thing. Heh… gold tends to find itself back in the earth, one way or another. If I'm going to have a warped status symbol, it's going to be a chauffeur or a butler or something like that."
Ramiel uses the dorje twice and Waya and hopes that's enough, not knowing much about the health and upkeep of animals. Especially those that were usually wild. Once done, he slips the crystal away and walks with the others for a bit, ignoring the conversation when it turns a bit creepy. He was pretty sure he didn't taste like pork, but he wasn't going to test that theory.
What d'you think, Sparky? Devic puts the explosive away before the vehicle pulls to a stop.
I might be able to put a bit more ehh, "oomph" into tools if I can have proper laboratory again. She says to Yelis.
Silver crossed her arms. "That was quick for such a fancy constume. How long did it take you to learn that?"
"a couple of months of sitting by yourself in a room and changing in and out of clothes in front of a mirror will get you really far in this life" he crosses his arms as well, eyebrow quirk "why, want a demonstration or something?" he adds jokingly
What d'you think, Sparky? Devic puts the explosive away before the vehicle pulls to a stop.
"I think I'd rather not eat something that I could have a conversation with. Rich people are unusual and not to be entirely trusted because of the 'status symbols' they have."
Silver smiles. "Not only that, but it appears that the ssuit is a bit of confidence builder, as well." She hums. "Enjoying your new friends?"
What d'you think, Sparky? Devic puts the explosive away before the vehicle pulls to a stop."I think I'd rather not eat something that I could have a conversation with. Rich people are unusual and not to be entirely trusted because of the 'status symbols' they have."
Agreed, money and riches cloud the mind and pollute the body. That's what Duncan used to say anyway. Ammon finally says something.
Moment stares deeply at Ms.Silver, choosing his next words carefully "it's ...easy to be someone you are not, when your dressed as someone your not...and I didn't hear a no on that demonstration". after a bit of silence, he realized he did not fully answer her "they're nice, I can confidently say I would not be here if not for them" once Skjor walks in, he turns and gives the man a nod of acknowledgment.