I completely understand!
No promises, but if the rest of you are interested, I’d be happy to look into taking over. Dragoncat and I are discussing it.
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Happy Holidays! Now for a revelation: Joie is half Christmas elf, actually.
Joie snorts; she had expected resistance, but clearly found it to be foolish. "You have seen what Geb does, even here, outside of their own territory-- murder and necromancy. Nex is the country fighting them. If we put this into Nex's hands, it could help keep people-- actual people-- safe."
"The Nexian Embassy, of course," snaps Joie. "Alkenstar has proven they're unable to handle something of this much... importance."
Joie stands. "That's enough. We need to turn this in." The force behind her words makes it clear that it's not a suggestion. It's a demand.
Joie is... quite quiet, actually, for the entirety of this, but she follows along regardless, a steely expression on her face.
Joie nods. "We should confirm that," she says.
Joie takes her baked potato and water and consumes it. Where usually she's pretty stiff and military, she consumes like... ...well, no, that makes sense too, if anyone is familiar with military folks. The potato is gone in a minute.
"Good evening, Saya," says Joie. "I will have a glass of water and whichever form of starch you serve best here." Her voice is as clipped as ever, and when Saya has moved away, she eyes Tuco. "There may not be a reward in it if you pursue it further," she points out, "aside from death."
Joie stiffened a bit, considering the argument. He wasn’t right, of course—but he wasn’t entirely wrong, either. And accompanying the locals might go some distance toward improving local relations. ”...I suppose,” is the most she gets, and adjusts course to accompany the group.
Joie accompanies the group halfway. "If you will excuse me, I will need to report in for the night. A pleasure working with you all," she says-- all etiquette, no warmth. Unless dragged, she's off to the Nexian base.
”Just doing my duty,” she says curtly.
Joie nods. ”It works.”
Joie doesn't make eye contact with Jase as she responds. "As a proud soldier of Nex, it is my duty to aid our people. As I was assigned to this mission, I am already being paid by the state as it is. It would be inappropriate for me to accept prize money intended for citizens."
All leveled up! Snagged Stick-Fighting Style because that feat makes a dan bong into the most beautiful weapon. Also, don't forget we're doing Automatic Bonus Progression, so everybody gets a +1 to their saving throws this level :D
Oh hey I didn't see this post! I'll start workin' on it. At this level, Joie gets Maneuver Training (fun enough!) and a feat. 3rd level exciting for anybody? I know there's some archetypes that come online right about now!
Joie nods, and follows, hands folded behind her as she walks. She's... satisfied, although hesitant. Was that information accurate? She supposed it could go either way. Still, each step forward either confirms or eliminates a possibility.
Joie stays quiet, for now; it doesn’t take a detective’s keen mind to tell she’s (metaphorically) biting her tongue. Were it up to her, the ghoul would have already been executed—or would be, as soon as he was done speaking.
Joie snaps out of her trance. "An insanity plea for the undead is a death sentence," she points out, a bit late; she blinks. Wasn't Mexerius here a minute ago? Did she black out? "We are not at liberty to make such a deal," she says, now back to the present, "but we can provide a suggested course within the confines of the law. Regardless, the more helpful you are here, the better it will be for you."
w o o f that hiatus of mine went on much longer than I expected. You ever get a mental block that prevents you from even looking at something? That was this thread for me for like a month. No idea what's up with that, aside from "Joie is not a mildly sarcastic rogue type" so she doesn't come quite as easily. My GMed games suffered similarly, so at least you guys aren't alone in my neglect :P Just caught up and I'll be reintroducing Joie to the scene momentarily!
Oh yeah, we’re birthday buddies! Happy shared birthday, Daerokh!
Sorry I’ve been so quiet, folks! Wife threw her back out so my daily workload has doubled, and so I’m having a hard time getting into the Joie headspace. I don’t plan on dropping out or anything—but Joie’s gonna take a little longer to make it down that hallway. :P
Joie gives a nod. "Understood." She pivots and exits, heading for the room where the rest of the group is.
"Are you already acquainted?" asks Joie. It sounds decidedly monotone.
Joie searches back in her memory for specifics. "The condemnation was by order of Norris Steamclaw. I believe he would be in charge of records and procedure for the demolition."
It has been Bullshit Degrees outside for the past two or three weeks and I completely understand!
”So now it comes down to proving malice over incompetence.”
Joie’s eyes flicker back and forth as she considers. ”I don’t know the answer, but if I were forced to guess? Demolition should at least begin within three months, at the longest.”
Joie considers. ”There was a sign posted that stated the building was condemned by the PO. Other than that, nothing concrete.”
Not to put too fine a point on it, but “have you been murdering scribes?” and “why have you been murdering scribes?” is, I think, the gist.
Dragoncat: "We found our way to the manor; there is an abandoned mining tunnel beside it. We expected the bulk of our investigation to have to do with the tunnel, but decided to check the manor first. When we investigated, we found a number of undead inside; I do not believe we kept a specific count, but I would say at least a dozen. Nonsentient. Mostly humans. A dog, given its own room away from the rest. We dispatched each of them; some of us took wounds. Myself especially, as pointwoman, but our group includes a healer." "In the basement, we found the ghoul; with the element of surprise, we were able to detain him without harm to any of our group and minimal harm to our suspect." "We have found some evidence as well. The other half of our group is duplicating and documenting relevant information to ensure it does not disappear; it will be turned over as soon as possible."
Joie is happy to follow, moving from her previous position—back against the wall, with a steely-eyed pan over the room. In the interrogation room, she stands straight, hands behind her back, chest out, chin up.
I saw an opportunity and I took it!
Joie side-eyes Faithe, but her expression is more one of suspicion than concern.
Joie does not comment. She’s no expert in undead, but she’s heard vague stories of ones that could just kind of... pop, like a carbuncle.
Joie nudges the ghoul inside. ”I expect to be present when he is to be transported to the interrogation room and back, at the least,” she says to Dorak. The undead are capable of more than the living. If they mutilate themselves in the attempt to get free, they only risk growing uglier.
”We have a suspect,” Joie says simply. ”He will need to be held while we are debriefed, and interrogated after.” ”He also would like his attorney contacted.”
Joie nods. ”That’s probably the best we can do in these circumstances,” she says. ”Who’s with me?”
Joie frowns. "Is this the best place for this conversation?" She jerks her head toward the ghoul.
"That you do," Joie says. Normally, the people that Joie goes up against don't have any such right, but as she's working in a police capacity right now... Well, best not to step on any toes. A diplomatic incident would be... well, it wouldn't be the first, but she's hoping to ease the tension here between Nex and their autonomous duchy. "It's just as well." She jerks her head toward the ghoul's wrists-- between the six assembled, somebody ought to have rope--and if no one offers aid, uses her headband instead. "Once we arrive at the constabulary, you will be asked for the name, address, and any relevant contact information of your lawyer. In the meantime, I recommend you come peacefully." She is ready to march with him if the rest of the group is.
........did any of us remember to get manacles? I'm gonna take the weeklong silence as a "no."
........did any of us remember to get manacles?
I typo’d that last one (+19 instead of +10) but it probably wouldn’t have made a difference :P
Joie wordlessly pivots—
”If you are sentient, speak now and you will establish your basic rights under Nexian law. If you remain silent you acquiesce these rights and will be treated as any common undead,” she says; her dictation is methodical and practiced.
Joie closes her eyes for a moment. She plays over how to move in her mind, where to pry with her dan bong.
She slips forward, reaching out—
And, if she’s successful, turns this person from a guy with full control of his limbs into a guy with... not that so much.
Joie shakes her head and raises her dan bong. She raises her dan bong to her throat instead, then points to the mystery figure.
Joie gets into a stance that helps cushion her footfalls, keeping her weapon out and her center of gravity low. When everyone is ready, she quietly creeps forward with anyone else that wants to sneak.
Joie’s pupils flicker toward the rest of the group, as if to indicate who she’s more concerned about with regards to discipline. She nods, though, in general agreement.
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