"Food would be good," Opi agreed. "If I can find a galley I can make us something. Is it a galley on a train?"
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"It affects other chemicals to create a pleasant feeling, helps negate some mental barriers against certain actions - which can be good or bad - and creates a social environment that encourages interpersonal bonding," Opi replied seriously. After a moment, she added, "It's also technically imbibing poisonous chemicals, technically."
"True," Opi agreed, finishing her drink and going for a fruit cordial to replace it.
"That should work," Opi said with a nod. "Thank you." She picked up and pocketed the faces. "And yes, I can look older than I do now, probably just with some makeup and such. What would be the most useful character to assist in your charade?"
"The clothes make the character," Opi said to the Warforged with a small smile. "Dressing like something and acting like something ae 2/3 of the way to making people think you are something," she said with a shrug. "As for me, I should probably go with whoever is going in. I'm much better at lying than I am at floating."
"Do any of us have the legal knowledge and skills for that?" Opi asked as she passed out drinks. "And it would take an interesting cove story to cover all of us."
Opi poured herself a glass of whiskey and knocked it back in distinctly unchildlike manner, creating something of a weird visual.
"If Sharn is where the target is," Opi agreed. "And can you fly faster than a train?" she wondered out loud.
"I make things explode with magic," Opi explains again cheerfully. "And almost no one ever thinks it's the child in the corner whose doing it." Cari's scabbard suddenly turned purple and Opi leaped up with a shocked gasp, wide eyed and staring in amazement at the sudden change.
After a moment the shocked childlike face vanished again. "It works better with fireball, of course, but you get the idea. Don't worry, the colour will change back in a bit. I'm also useful as cover for other people, as very few people think spies or assassins would bring a child with them. That would be really weird, right? No one takes there kids to work when that work is slaying a tyrant. And I can distract people because a lost child wailing brings a lot of attention."
I always despised moving, and having done so a few months ago made me consider that maybe I wasn't being nearly harsh enough on it. So good luck and enjoy the new place, shorter commute and fun new begginings.
"Seems as good a time as any if we're going to plan," Opi said with a serious nod. "Not much point on deciding to make this an infiltration mission if half of us can't sneak, for example." She glanced to the other, mildly curious if any of them had complimentary skills.
"I can be whatever is needed," Opi said cheerfully, "So long as it's small enough. My usual method is magical assassination, but I can do spying and the like when it's useful. I use magic, but I'm afraid it's primarily destructive."
Opi looked over the train with an eye to it's magic, seeing what spells if any were woven onto it.
"While everyone gets used to there new toys," Opi said with a smile, the robes now hidden beneath her illusionary dress, "Could you please tell us about our train car? I assume you had a hand in outfitting it as well."
Well, the magic could cause a few glances if someone used detect magic, and it was likely that someone would, but so would her other items. She'd just have to spin a tale or two. "Thank you, Q, it should prove very helpful," Opi said as she adjusted the illusion over the robe.
With a small shrug Opi wrapped the cloth around herself, then adjusted her sleeves of many garments so that it vanished behind the illusion. It should prove useful.
Sorry to hear that.
Opi tried the coat on, looking it over with Detect Magic as she did.
Opi waved. "Hello Q. We've been told you have fun new toys we might like. Can we see them, please?"
Yeah. Opi's fairly good at making stuff explode. And, amusingly, no one is likely to realize it was her when someone is suddenly engulfed in murder fire. Since the mage will be crying and wailing in the corner you'll have to make a really good Sense Motive to suspect her of the constant detonations. But yeah, she got 'Null' because she doesn't really have much of a personality of her own anymore.
"Simpler is better," she agreed cheerfully, although code names and numbers could easily enough be taken with spells and powers. The mortal mind could often be easy to loot, she understood, although her own powers were more...explodey.
Opi nodded, hopping down from her chair and following along with the party. A train should be useful, although she wasn't sure why they'd need the additional armament unless the area was treacherous. Perhaps they could position themselves as buyers for something and lure the target into the car's range?
Opi looked at her card. "Null."
"Once we have all the information we need," Opi said cheerfully, "We can compare notes about our strengths and abilities. It'll be fun! Maybe over a meal?" She looked over at GQ, peeking over the table. "Is there any more information you feel would be valuable for us to know?"
"I assume the usual wardings meant it wasn't simply teleported out, so how much is known about the theft took place?"
"I suppose that would depend on how many other stones are connected to the stolen stone," Opi said in a considering tone not at all suited to her appearance, "And if another stone can send to it. It was linked by it's design and no one else knows the location it's not going to be possible to warn them." She paused. "Are we allowed to know what the stone was used to communicate? It'll help narrow down who would want that stone, specifically." Need to know was a thing, after all, but it sounded like they absolutely did need to know this.
Kicking her feet, Opi waved. "Hi! I'm Opi."
"Hello GQ," a small voice addressed the contact as what appeared to be a small child in a green dress skipped into the room, with a stuffed toy under her arm. Red hair bounced as she moved over to her chair, climbing up and plopping down into the padded seat. Her head still barely reached the lip or the table. She looked over and smiled. "Hello Ceneth, hello Cari. I'm Opi. It's nice to meet you."
Should be good. Who needs to randomly explode in the street while a clearly innocent child looks on?
Heyo. Let's explode some people.
OK, this is Jon's sneaky spellcaster. Opi is designed as a blaster, but she's one that most people won't notice. I did make it so she was 'retire', but it was entirely because her bosses found having a 50 year old murderer who looked like a kid to be creepy.
Poor Opi, eternally abandoned. But yeah, I suspected that would be your answer.
So...we seem to have lost Hawk? If so, how do we do - re-recruitment?
"Damn," Opi muttered, "I'm sure I saw some fruit on the trees when we first arrived..." She nudged a rock with one foot, wondering what this thing had been all about, and added an additional stone to the bag of supplies they'd looted before hunting for more fruit.
Opi slid backwards as the blow struck, allowing the momentum to carry her a few feet back and therefore out of attack range. She smiled and shrugged at the creature. "Ding?" With that she levelled her staff and opened fire.
Opi watched the plants warily, worrying that they were yet more animated murder plants, but looking for the fruit they needed all the same. If the vines didn't have any, she'd head back to one of the trees they'd seen initially that did. If she had to blow the top off a tree...
Opi was not the most skilled hunter, since dinner turned up on a plate, but she tried.
"I think we have everything," Opi replied, assuming this one had usable flowers. "Let's grab a rose just in case she wants to burn the murder plant, and then off we go." Which Opi did, if she could do so without being brutally slaughtered.
Smiling cheerfully and wielding her magics in the form of a terrible blade, crackling with power, Opi carved a large chunk off the plant. At the the stem. Just above the roots. She half expected the thing to scream, but eh. Brutal murder plants could also be brutally weeded. She rammed whatever was left in a bag, noting it's potential dangers on a small tag.
"Oh sure,"[/i] the Halfling muttered, wiping away any mess, [b]"We can argue about whether she exists, but pronounce the name different..." Sighing, she shrugged. "Wanna hit the roses, see what horrors they contain, and run like hell?"
Opi lowered her hand as she was about to cast, looking at the plant as it withered and over at Hawk. "That wasn't me. I'm relatively certain Yhidra only does that sorta thing when it's ironic and paradoxical, although of course I can't be certain. Was that you?" She looked around curiously to see if she could stop what had saved them.
"Damned dirty plant," Opi muttered as she glared at the spreading infection. "Oh, you'll get yours soon, but first your little seed..." Heading back towards the plant, Opi laid a hand on herself and purged her system with positive energy, trying to remove the damned thing.
Taking a deep breath, Opi moved towards the plant once again, muttering about how her meal that night would involve a salad drenched in dressing. Once she moved into range she raised the staff, considered for a second, and then held up her hand instead. A swirling ball of force launched at the monstrous plant.
Opi nodded. "Yes, kissing will have to wait until mouthwash has been found. And also perhaps dinner. But for now, let's get these back and see what happens." Hopefully they would be able to make something of all these samples...
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