Devic Zaitsev's page

”Da, I say zhis already, you listen?”

“Ugh. Ehh, I mean... ehh…” After a physical nudge from Magni as he passes to the rear of the Cube-Mass, Devic tries a different approach. After several seconds of an abnormally awkward silence, she speaks to the group once more.

”Unfortunate to say I do not know how pillars do. Would need procurement of one. Do know one thing. Devices not strong enough to take more than small demiplane. Theory is outworlders would not bother with small destruction if they could get away with more. Also outworlders do not want to be tracked before they are done, and so the scale of attack. Downside of City of Brass will remain untouched, as centerpiece to plane of fire, disgusting place that it is, stupid yobany urod ivory tower, *faint increasingly unpleasant words*... Ehh. We need plan, da? Need to find where Outworlders could get such a thing as these pillars, but also who organize them. Who benefit from doing so? We find one, we find other. Davai, think. Outworlders disappeared when they finish attack as well, where could possibly be? Ideas.”

Devic again seems to wait for input before continuing. Magni is rifling around in the back of the room.

”Egh. Outworlders are outworlders. Is like you asking how you describe prime material native. One I see had four arms. Others different. All outworlders. World zhey from... the plane is gone. Perhaps whole group was outworld. Ehh...” She pauses for a bit, seeming to collect her thoughts before continuing.

”Was in demiplane of First World. Call it Cloudrun. Needed cold iron for project. Was testing hypothesis. Cold iron make different properties in alloys than iron. Trip ended up waste of time as metal only have trace amounts in Cloudrun. I begin to leave when I see strange man with the arms. He with others, but zhey not attend to arcane work. Stone pillars of kind I not recognize. Curious as I am, I approach with questions. I say ehh… ‘Privet.’ And ehh… ‘What those?’ To which others present use weapons. Rude. Moments later ground crumble with pillars still in place, shine and sound of thunder with no rain. After ground goes, buildings nearby go as well. Soon, nothing. Cloudrun harmless place, da? Pixies live there. Never hurt nobody. Now gone. So I begin search of who I see. I zhen contacted by inevitable Marut. I not know how inevitable get my address, not go well last time. After I hang up free times, I listen to Marut fourth call. He say other places taken as well. Gives strange kind of feelings to me. Fear, but also kind of chills. Marut say I to go to ehh.... here. Hate orders, but was good deal. Have begun making Cube-Mass. I have personal reason to be here. You say we leave? Is fine but must move equipment. Who like to lift big things with Magni?”

“Not before we have a decent drink with our guests.” The subject in question comes back with two trays. One with cups of orange juice, and one with glasses of water.

Devic seems to chuckle quietly to herself for a moment after listening to the answers from the party. ”Heh ‘officer’. Very well, to ze business. At least one here shows curiosity.” She lazily waves to the implausibly stealthy goat-man. ”Is not finish. Does nothing.”

”You search well. You know who it is you speak to. Devic Zaitsev, I have done travelling of my own. Met Magni and others in such a way.” She next nods to Eleven, who waits with interest.

”You want names? Zhey are group, not single guy as you would guess if you not breathe through mouth. The Outworlders. Interplanar group travelled like caravan. Hail from destroyed place. Were small time, ehh… not aggressive when I previous see zhem. Suspicious. Yet have seen proof.” At this point Devic dismounts the project and approaches the group. She couldn’t be over four feet tall even if she corrected her posture. It’s now apparent she’s carrying a gun like Eleven, but quite different in shape and of course size.

”Had spotted one week ago. Ehh… zhat is single week, single Outworlder. Not here. Hard to recognize without uniform, was with group. And had magical materials. Powerful ones emitting conjuration energies. I think nothing of it at time, but world began to fail.”

The individual’s face is covered by a welding mask. She seems to have a torch retracting into a metal glove. On a second glance, it’s no glove but a metal hand, and both hands share this unnatural trait. They're asymmetrical with one another, but the same silvered metal certainly. A very organic tail flicks to the side behind her. She sits on a large object, seemingly just one out of a bunch of rune-covered cubes that look connected at random, and of course partially covered with a tarp.

”So. Ehh… here for Sigil thingy? Pfeh. Growing dead air in great beyond obvious to one’s that pay attention to such things. Only natural would start grabbing attention of Outside beings soon and later. They pull ear because have need of expertise of mine. You imagine? Supernatural not so super. So why you here, eh? Just told to come, da?” She leans forward with interest in the answer she may receive.

I'll take any checks folks may want to roll to I.D. some of the objects found in the area (You'll have to decide which ones of course: The lights, the boxes on the path, the bottles, or the rune-covered cubes), or checks related to the NPC's present if anyone has any they want to make.

Are we waiting on Ramiel?

Just then, the team received a call from a blocked number with an itsy-bitsy spider ringtone.

Devic hesitates to answer the phone, looking at each person in the room before hustling out and proceeding out of the building as well.

"...If anyone's dead, I'm gonna be pissed." To the phone.

"Da." Devic puts away the usb in that same vague pocket space the explosives come out of.

"Information meant to be shared, not hoard. You not interested."

"Yeah? Well ehh... if I don't call my mom tonight uhh... she's gonna find out what happened and beat you up!" Devic finally draws a blank on what to call someone.

So what happens next?

So, do we want to try a non-combat resolution? I'm up for it, but if we leave it up to Devic, she's gonna go for the default adventurer answer.

Coughing noises

Come on guys, Tomoya is a good guy. He's just doing research. No need for threats.

"Yeah? No worry. He not need much help translation suddenly. Something else he decide we no need to know? Ehh, I do not make threats. I make invitations. Mr. Tomoya? I only take offense at hoarding knowledge. And attempts on my life, yes, I’m still stuck on that. Can you offer anything besides your word you had nothing to do with Aka Manto’s try to kill two people in this room? And doing it two separate times? Is all I need to give thought to give research back."

Merry late christmas everybody!

Anyone else wanna jump in? It's about that time to negotiate.

"In my nature to discover. Push boundaries. You name corruption 'ether.' Other research look much useful actually. Ehh, amnesia, déjà vu, and favorite observation, potential as fuel source. Holy s*%# that sound “eventful” you asking me. Would like to know what kind of sample size you get ahold of to learn this. Am almost jealous, I only get couple ounces." Devic holds out a USB drive.

"Da. Am not always one much for talking. Do have other question. You research infestation from brazilian. Ehh, you have progress to share? I do also this subject. Could stand to help one another." Devic keeps her eyes focused on the artwork in the room, asking her leading question about "ether" more apprehensively than she usually speaks.

Metal Gear: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30 Oh man, what a fortunate string of rolls.

Devic slips back out and makes it really unclear whether or not she actually left as she slides into the rear of the group.

Texting: Info get To the group.

Devic enacts operation Chaotic Good.

Sneak up to compooter: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32 I forgot to add Heroism to the last couple rolls.

This part is probably illegal too.: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (4) + 18 = 22 Using the clover to add an extra +2 to this roll.

This one also but she's evil so whatever: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23

"Favorite option. Get into Tomoya building, those with ehh обширный word skill occupy him with Ms. Silver present. He want us find her. Clear target of interest of his. While he distract, we make way to server room with top-level access.

"I take data on time virus, scrub all back-ups. We keep information, but give copy to Shinzen. Copy would be altered enough as to uselessness. Like gall bladder, or Japanese censorship laws."

"Could also replace last step with something. Like ehh, backdoor program and worm extracting investors bank information, throw it out on internet. Do real damage to her. Then we get creative."

What roll/rolls to try this plan?

At least one of the notes is on the progress of a 12th generation T-Phone, and the planned specs on it.

heh. Not bad. At least they remembered a headphone jack this time.

Sprinkled over the board, on several of the mundane objects, are mentions of ‘ether’, and how it can function as an energy source. One has a list of possible side-effects of ether; slowness, memory-loss, deja-vu, and extreme temporal stasis among them.

Memory loss... and stasis. Like Brazil.

The fingerprint scanner accepts Devic’s copy. The door opens.

Stasis. Like Brazil. Amnesia's new though. Why wouldn't Tomoya tell us about this?

Devic muses on the possibilities as she creeps into the room, hopefully undetected.

Perceive an important looking computer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

Devic looks over the papers on the board for anything relevant to the investigation. After that, she tries the same copied fingerprint for this scanner as last time.

Craft tech if needed: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27

... Devic does a mean impression of herself at any large gathering, and becomes almost invisible against the wall.

See ya nerd: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30 Once outside and a couple yards down the hallway, she uses one extract of Alchemical Allocation before drinking a potion of heroism and while no-ones looking, spitting it back in the bottle because the alchemist has a high number of abilities that are just plain gross dude. Afterwards, she hunts down the "employee's only" door, darting from potted plant to plant to service cart if need be. Then using the glue and tape she lifts a fingerprint from a nearby handle while no-ones watching.

That thing Antman did to get through a biometric scanner that one time: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24 Assuming nothing happens to Dev between these checks. I'll roll again if need be.

Hmm, did we lose Geralt and Ramiel?

Devic is gonna keep her eyes peeled for a chance to make herself scarce.

Perceive an opportunity?: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

"They ehh, I like thing with the grooving."

Wow, even I have no g@$+!@n idea what that was supposed to mean.

It looks like paizo'll be good to move on now.

"Guys, I'm afraid to ask again."

"Eh, we rolling now?"

""Ehh, Are we rolling?"

"Where clay keep here? Is office, da?"

Eagerly looking for a second and probably final chance to see what's behind door #2, Devic goes along with Nazuri's encouragement.

How far into this building as a whole are we? Like, an elevator ride from the foyer? Or does this room connect straight to the entrance?

Devic returns the GO plus, and gives an answer of her own.

"Like to think science kind art. Art with rules. More challenge to make beautiful something. Way around... limitations."

Dumb question.

Yoink G+T: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Devic gets off her stool and collects the glue, tape and the Pokemon GO, sliding the tape roll and glue bottle under her armor vest.

This call for sleight of hand?

Tomoya looks to the two, blinking, and says, I believe you,

Silver gives them pretty much the same look and says, I'm not sure if I do. Then says, You've missed a fascinating conversation about the crazy things that toursists do, GPS watches, manholes, and Pokemon GO.

Tomoya nodded, It was indeed... Something.

"Mhh." Devic goes into her phone and starts typing. Nazuri gets a text saying:

"Think I no where go. Need glue. Glue and tape. Where we find here?"

...!...

Oh right! We've never had cause to tactically text before, so the thought didn't even cross my mind even though I was talking about getting past a fingerprint scanner. A good first step. Still though, that doesn't get Tomoya's eyes away. Unless we might convince him Dev has IBS.

The Disturbed cover, if you would.

Right, normally Id just assume the materials to pick a lock, but with the finger-print scanner I'd need really random stuff, and I dont want to assume havig things like glue and tape when someone spent a feat for having random minor items like that. Doesnt feel fair, you know? So, I was gonna have Devic ask Nazuri.

I'd post a link to help explain what my plan with it is but my internets giving me trouble today. Short version, ever watch antman?

Unless I can totally just do that, in which case, Ive wasted everyones time and borked my own plan.

So, we gotta get tomoya to leave or something. Any ideas? Devics good at a lot of things. Getting people to do what she wants isn't one of them.

"Heh. Is all? Give moment. I have sheets when return, да?"

When the pair round the corner back to the room, Devic immediately pipes up with a fully clear:
"Ehh, we do nothing weird in the bathroom."

Maybe I will![/pout]

I guess we should move on? Fine, I wasn't gearing up for something hilarious or anything.

Also, Devic dismisses the invisibility effect as they pass the bathroom.

Either/or.

I'll give tech a go if Devic can get back there then.

"Что? Why? I ehh, just find this thing. No leave."

The sound of a footstep on the wall follows her words, and a brief pause seems to indicate a change of heart.

"I have way around scanner. Have need of glue. Should ehh, find and return here." On the way back, Devic asks Geralt a question when there aren't employees around.

"Ehh, why you follow me out?"

So, I was sorta stalling, but I do have an idea for a way around the scanner. Question being, what do I roll for my bypass attempt? Disable device as normal? Or like, Craft: Tech given the high-tech nature of the security.

The implications of pokemon still existing with the summoner class around are intriguing. The implications of digimon existing with the summoner class around are intriguing. Documentaries, clearly.

"What, you ehh, chaperone?" A familiar voice whispers to Geralt. Meanwhile, she's looking at the scanner for a moment.

Er, you refer to Geralt?

Percep: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

Devic makes her way down to the bathroom, and makes use of the facilities. Afterward, she asks herself some questions.

What if I don't get back to the meeting? I always like seeing the inside of these buildings. What if I went on a tour of my own? Looked for a room or two with an "employees only" sign? ah! He's not in his office at the moment. After all, if it's true Tomoya is holding out on us, it's only right I take it. If not, no harm, no foul, right? I don't believe that no-class scumbag Shinzen for a second, but if Silver is willing to doubt it, well...

Then again, she seemed legitimately concerned we wouldn't be able to take him down if we got into a fight. If I'm not there, who's gonna mow him down with a weapon from the modern era? Egh. I hate being needed. Maybe someday I can change their minds about going at ghouls 'n s+++ with *Snerk* SWORDS. Alright, data it is.

She uses her mutagen and two extracts; one of invisibility and the other being Heightened Awareness.

Stealth: 10 + 32 = 42 Taking ten for hiding, 42 total. Any other rolls I should make to try to reach the room Devic's looking for?

Will make a post I cant be sure of the length of yet. After work, no phones in factory except on break.

"Ask where is the bathroom."