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  • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #15: Deport (IC)

    Martin consulted his memory for the exact conditions put on him.

    Originally posted by Michuru81 View Post
    GRAND HOTEL WIEN (Martin)
    "I have eyes and ears everywhere, Martin. If the Vindicators or your classmates are warned of what is to come, the next time you see the Dutchman or this girl, they'll be in pieces."
    "I 'ave pictures of ze board and surveillance zey 'ad been keeping on us." Martin offers. "Unless you are about to claim I am a wizard wiz Photo alteration." He'll show them if anyone is interested. "'Owever, reasoning should suffice for ze level-'eaded among you - 'ow exactly did I know Rembrandt was ze only one able to perform thruz detecting magics? If I truly meant your group 'arm, why would I come 'ere and request assistance when I can fill your ventilation system wiz invisible nerve toxin? I 'ave dealt wiz 'onesty and forz-rightness even zough multiple of you 'ave attacked ze school I attend. I 'ave come to you for 'elp, 'oping some of you may be able to locate your comrade and assist in ze return of 'imself and my own girlfriend. Will or CAN you assist?"

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      Violet Lear
      HP: 3

      Violet woke up still in her clothes from last night. She must have dozed off shortly turning off her phone and was now waking up late. She sat bolt upright at the realization. Her phone had been off all night. She hopped off the bed and crossed the few feet to her desk to turn the phone back on. As she waited for it to start up, she vacillated between anticipating her messages and hoping there were none.

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      • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #15: Deport (IC)

        Alex "Current" Murphy
        HP: 2 CND: Normal

        "Talk to me, Kirstie," Lex says stepping forward and trying to get her to look him in the eyes, "What's wrong?"

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        • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #15: Deport (IC)

          THE DUST JACKET (Martin; NPCs: Chuck, Dante, Gwen, Mikayla, Nicholas)
          "I 'ave pictures of ze board and surveillance zey 'ad been keeping on us. Unless you are about to claim I am a wizard wiz Photo alteration."

          "No," growled Chuck, "but that doesn't prove anything. How do we know this isn't something you staged?"

          "Reasoning should suffice for ze level-'eaded among you: 'ow exactly did I know Rembrandt was ze only one able to perform thruz detecting magics?"

          Gwen opened her mouth to speak, and looked alarmed when Chuck spoke over her. "You saw him perform the spell before. Maybe it was a gamble--you hoped we would be at a disadvantage without him."

          "If I truly meant your group 'arm, why would I come 'ere and request assistance when I can fill your ventilation system wiz invisible nerve toxin? I 'ave dealt wiz 'onesty and forz-rightness even zough multiple of you 'ave attacked ze school I attend."

          "That it," Chuck said, pointing at Martin. "That's it right there, isn't it? You don't know for sure what all we're capable of. The potential alarms you, doesn't it Martin?"

          "I 'ave come to you for 'elp, 'oping some of you may be able to locate your comrade and assist in ze return of 'imself and my own girlfriend. Will or CAN you assist?"

          "You mean are we willing to let you continue to pick us off, one-by-one!?!" He brought his arm back with his fingers posed, ready to cast a spell. He was fast, but one of his comrades was faster...

          "Poln messo herdas!"

          Everyone in the room that wasn't Martin and the blonde girl were frozen in place. "Run!" the blonde exclaimed, dashing for the door.

          Originally posted by Michuru81
          Hero point to Martin, as I'm fiating to basically letting everyone out initiative him here.
          NVAE: GIRLS DORMS (Violet)
          Violet's phone turned on, revealing no new text messages, but one missed call. It wasn't from any number she recognized, though it was apparently a local call.

          NVAE (Lex; NPCs: Kirstie)
          Kirstie waved him away. "I'm tired. I'm tired and I don't feel well. I'll talk to you later."

          Although to a casual observer it may have looked as though she was only walking back to the building that housed the girl's dorms, she was actually laying the stonework for a wall designed to keep well-meaning boyfriends at bay.
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          • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #15: Deport (IC)

            The Blue Knight

            Gwyn approached Christian, his voice low. "Ya, don't want to be insensitive here, but time is pressing. Sophie respects you, Christian, so if you could talk her into proper fast action, there's a good knight, ya?"
            [I]Any sound can shake the air. My voice shakes the heart![/I]

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              "Mierde!" He says when this whole exchange goes twisty.

              She may have been quicker to react than he but it took only a slight change of the distance of his molecules to extend his legs greater and greater distances until he was pacing her evenly.

              "I appreciate peacekeeping, but we do not 'ave to burn our bridges. We can go back and explain zings, work zings out. Chuck may be unreasonable but 'e is just one 'ostile and vocal man." Martin says to the mind mage.

              "If zere is truly nozing to do for it right now zen I can 'elp you escape and 'ide until zings calm down, but I must continue to try to recover zem boz."

              Martin had already planned his next course of action. If the mages could not or would not assist and bringing in the Vindicators was not an option then he would go to the one person so powerful and fearsome that much planning and coordination between multiple powered groups was undertaken for her removal. Someone possibly inclined to help already. Martin would visit Tallemaja.

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              • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #15: Deport (IC)

                Alex "Current" Murphy
                HP: 2 CND: Normal

                Lex stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking morose, "Okay... Well... You know where to find me."

                He slumped forward and wandered towards the cafeteria to spin his wheels. If Kirstie didn't want to talk to him she wouldn't talk to him. And nothing he could say or do was going to change that.

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                  Violet Lear
                  HP: 3

                  A different sort of person might have tried to figure out where the call had come from before dialing but Violet didn't see what the harm could be. Whoever it was, they already had her number. And she didn't know anyone outside the school aside from the boys. It had to be one of them. She pressed redial on the number and watched the screen to see if any identification would come up.

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                  • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #15: Deport (IC)

                    HOFBURG PALACE: KAS' ROOM (Blue Knight, Kas, Jack; NPCs: Astrid, Bulwark, Christian, Drifter, Gabriel, Gabrielle, Sophie)
                    Gwyn approached Christian, his voice low. "Ya, don't want to be insensitive here, but time is pressing. Sophie respects you, Christian, so if you could talk her into proper fast action, there's a good knight, ya?"

                    "She just found out the man she loves and was going to spend the rest of her life with was in love with her brother and plotting to kill her. Have a heart."

                    It took a few moments for the princess to take hold of her emotions. "We'll need to restrain my brother, the herzog, and their associates. This must be handled delicately. The last thing we need is for the Austrian Empire and the German Reich to go to war over our mishandling one of their nobles. We'll need to restrain the two ritter pledged to my brother."

                    "I've restrained Ritter Gwyn," Christian said. "We need only worry about Ritter Xun."

                    "Your majesty," said the Drifter, "if I may? Your concern is in preventing war... but to what lengths are you willing to go? As of right now, your brother does not know of our escape from the prison. He does not know that Gabriel has cleared your mind. Furthermore, we've not accused him publicly of plotting your demise. Were I in their shoes? This is the time I would strike. I would kill you while you're inebriated, and make it look like an accident. I would also strike the prison--doing away with anyone who knows their plot.

                    "It's a gamble, but if they intend to strike us all down tonight, we may be able to catch them in the act. If the Farouk twins are protected from their onslaught, we can revive anyone they kill."

                    "Absolutely not," said Christian.

                    The Drifter ignored him. "Oscar and the herzog won't make a move on their own--they'll send someone to do it. They'll send Xun after the princess. As a Nephilim, he would be powerless in the prison, and they can't trust anyone else to do this. I imagine that once they confirm Sophie's death, they'll move to execute us in the dungeon. Oscar could claim his right as the heir to the throne, blame us for his sister's death, and call for our heads--if not outright order the warden to carry out the task." She looked to Gabrielle. "You'll need to take Christian to the dungeon. You're weakened whenever you use your ability, aren't you? Release Ritter Gwyn into the dungeon so that you're at your full capacity. Harry, Gabrielle, and Christian will hide here, and wait for Xun. Once he's out, Christian should absorb him, and be brought to the prison.

                    "Oscar will be expecting Christian to be guarding her. He'll count on a fight. We can use that. Once Xun is out of the way, Harry will return to Oscar's quarters, wearing Ritter Gwyn's armor. Tell him that Xun killed Christian and released you. Tell him that the task is finished. He'll need to kill Gabriel to ensure no one brings back his sister. Before we begin all this, Gabrielle? You'll need to hide your brother somewhere far away. If this goes south, he'll be our back-up plan.

                    "Jack, Kas, Astrid, and I will be waiting with the warden in the prison. None of us are rendered powerless there, so whatever assassin Oscar sends for us should be handled easily enough. We'll need to keep up the facade that he has us under his thumb, in case he makes an attempt on our lives before Sophie's. Once Gabrielle and Christian arrive to deposit Xun in the dungeon, Jack can begin to move. Pose as a guard and go to Oscar--tell him the prisoners have been killed.

                    "He'll be over-confident. Believing his sister's dead, he'll have to go public with it. He'll no doubt try to use us as a scapegoat and claim we murdered his sister. Once he makes his move, we can make ours. We'll stroll into the chamber with the crown-princess. Sophie can publicly accuse him, command him to stand down... Perhaps by having their plot revealed to the public, we can avoid war with the German Reich."

                    "At what point in this plan do I get to stab Oscar?" asked Gabrielle, brandishing her hellfire dagger.

                    "You don't," said the princess. "Whatever machinations he has dreamed up, he is still my brother. The attempt on my life-"

                    "Will be played off as Xun going rogue!" spat Gabrielle.

                    "It won't," the princess said. "I'm the heir to the throne of the Austrian Empire. An attempt on my life comes with a lengthy sentence."

                    "Unless your father deems it unnecessary! Face it: your stature might be something daddy dearest is ashamed of."

                    "You will show respect and courtesy when you wag your tongue!" snapped Christian. "You are talking to the crown princess-"

                    "It is all right, Christian," Sophie said. "She's right: there is the chance my father would support my brother's coup, to ensure the whoever takes the throne doesn't need a booster seat for it. Never the less, I refuse to sink to their level. There has to be another alternative."

                    The Drifter bit her bottom lip. "How would you feel about exiling them?" she timidly asked.

                    "Her father would never let-"

                    The Drifter silenced Gabrielle with a look. "Her father wouldn't know," she said darkly. "In my travels, I found a dimension... I didn't stay their long, but it... It's... It's a penal colony. I met this person--Chen Lei. He was like a chieftain. He told me that he had been exiled for trying to bring down an oppressive government. They used magic to banish him to this backwater world. According to him, there were people from other worlds. I've tried to find out more about it--how all of these unrelated dimensions all know about the same penal dimension.

                    "In any case, we could banish Oscar and the herzog--Gwyn and Xun, too. They'd never again be able to come here. They could live out the rest of their lives there. They could build a shelter, grow their own food... If they wanted, they could join a tribe like the one Chen Lei led. Point is... it's humane, and no one outside of us would have to know about it."

                    All eyes went to the crown princess. "I'll consider it," she said. "For now let's just focus on thwarting my brother's plot."

                    Originally posted by Michuru81
                    Sorry for pushing things, but I figured it might be best if I just nudged things along. Rather than bog us down with initiatives, and attack rolls, and saving throws, go ahead and post a scene detailing your victory.

                    Eld: Ritter Xun is about 18-years-old. Appearance-wise, he has long, black hair that is pulled back into a tight braid. He typically wears a tan hanfu robe. Xun is the son of Abaddon, so his eyes burn with black flames when he uses his powers. Primarily, the soft-spoken man employs martial arts along with his soul-weapon: a pair of hook swords. He will fight defensively, blocking attacks from BK and Gabrielle, while trying to put you on your backs. Very lithe, and very agile. Gabrielle's teleport attacks and Christian's containment magic will have a hard time landing on him.

                    HH and TM: Once Blue Knight (posing as Ritter Gwyn) informs Oscar of Sophie's "death", Oscar will give the order to have the prisoners executed. Numerous guards will come into the dungeon, and Kas and Company can dispose of them. One of the guards will actually be Gaspar, who joins the fight by creating weather phenomena in the Astral Plane. Following that, Jack can pose as a guard and tell Oscar that his plans have reached fruition. After that, I'll handle the wrap-up.

                    THE DUST JACKET (Martin; NPCs: Chuck, Dante, Gwen, Mikayla, Nicholas)
                    "Chuck may be unreasonable but 'e is just one 'ostile and vocal man."

                    "You don't get it!" the Welsh girl spat. "He lied to you! He was married, but she left him. She took their kids. He couldn't care less about them. He's obsessed with power." When they were a safe distance from the book store, she stopped to catch her breath. "The others don't know, but Remy told me... Remy said that he... Chuck didn't tell the others the whole story, because he's afraid that someone will try to and take the power for themselves. He was probably afraid you would, too."

                    If that was true, it was likely that Chuck's obsession with this enigmatic power--coupled with the paranoia that someone would try to seize it for themselves--would keep him from believing Martin's account, no matter how hard he tried.

                    "If zere is truly nozing to do for it right now zen I can 'elp you escape and 'ide until zings calm down, but I must continue to try to recover zem boz."

                    "I'm not going anywhere!" Gwen insisted. "I want to help save Remy. He..." She bit her bottom lip and blushed as thoughts of him washed over her. "He'd tear Heaven and Hell apart to rescue me if our roles were reversed! I'm going to help you get them back, and that's all there is to it." She looked over her shoulder nervously. "But we do need to get away. That spell won't hold them long. They may not have the ability to scry like Remy, but Dante could cast a speed spell and scour the area in no time.

                    "Your school's warded. That boy--Jason? He was supposed to dispel the wards for Chuck, but... I think he was only supposed to disable the anti-scrying wards. We'll be safe there. I can geass everyone to think I'm a new student. We can hide there, and figure out what to do next."

                    Originally posted by Michuru81
                    Unless you have more to do, flynn, we can wrap on Martin for the session.

                    The same holds for Lex and Violet. Once I wrap the other world group, we can kick off the next session.
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                    • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #15: Deport (IC)

                      The Blue Knight

                      Gwyn smiled a bit, despite the situation. Even Paladin, at his most detail oriented, didn't talk so much. He wondered if that other Lamperouge kid he'd heard about was this way.

                      He rolled his shoulders, looking to Christian and Gabrielle. She was cute, he noted-not a lot of girls with that complexion in Wales. But he figured now wasn't the time.

                      "Chris, you know Xun the best. Walk us through putting him down."

                      Christian outlined a plan, based on what Gwyn shared of how he fought and what he could do, along with Gabrielle's own input-which mostly came down to her porting about and stabbing him a lot. Not the worst plan, actually. And there was no worries about getting the wrong guy-an Asian boy in Austria, can't miss em.

                      Christian stood guard over "Sophie" when Xun arrived-Gabrielle, shamming to be asleep, and all twisted up to look like the little Princess. Gwyn was flying, directly above the door-glad again that his flames cast no light and made no noise. Folks tended not to look up.

                      When it went down, Xun got the worst of it-at first. Caught by surprise, it was all he could do to defend himself. But he did, and well at that. Twin fu shao of black flames whirling, he stopped a blue claymore here, whirling spectral daggers there, and even leapt out of the way of one of Christian's fancy magic spells, taking the merest of a few hits, and only Gabrielle was out for blood.

                      Once he had the measure of them, he worked on his opponent's flaws-Gabrielle was too eager to teleport and look for a backstab, and she lacked real fighting experience, and Gwyn, who had been in plenty of scraps, left himself open more than he liked, counting on the strength of his armor. The Welshman had to to settle for fast chops that had little force behind them. Xun didn't have to win-he just had to get away.

                      Fortunately, the unlikely trio had agreed on a back up plan-mostly because no one had any better ides. Xun had knocked Gwyn flat on his back, his swords becoming solid long enough to hook the blond out of the air and onto the ground in a heap of swearing and pain. Gab knelt next to him, hand on his shoulder.

                      And Gwyn reappeared in a flash of blue right in front of the exit Xun was racing towards, still disoriented, but up. Xun however, was surprised but ready. He took the offensive when he had the advantage and plunged his insubstantial weapons into GWyn's chest, crossing on the inside and coming back out in a perfect 'X' pattern. Gwyn gurgled something inarticulate and agonized.

                      Xun pulled back, swords withdrawing-and suddenly came to an abrupt halt. Gwyn's wrists were locked around his forearms, cerulean flames still burning. The two Nephilim locked eyes, Gwynn's literally smoldering. "Gadewch i ni losgi!" He spat out.

                      Then they were both engulfed in flame, searing their bodies and minds. Xun got the worst of it, and he dropped backwards, swords dissipating. Christian was standing near, hands already moving. "Niporst Eckop!"

                      Gwyn fell against a wall, panting. "And that, as they say...is that." He adopted a more RP pronunctiation, looking to Christian.

                      "Fetch me my armor, squire."

                      Once suitably dressed, Gwyn found the helmet stifling, but it was better than having his face horribly burned. Probably. Either way he headed off to find Oscar and tell him the good news while Gabrielle and Christian went to the dungeons to meet the others, the knight leaning on Gabrielle with dark splotches all over his face. Gwyn had no idea what that was about, but he had to crack on.

                      Once before Oscar, Gwyn kept himself quiet and composed-NotHim seemed a little more reserved than he was normally. It was easy, because Gwyn just focused on how much he wanted to show Oscar how little his "unbreakable" skin was against a weapon made of ephermal fire.

                      "It is done. Christian is dead, our work is complete. My lord." He kept himself from looking at the door, hoping ddraig would hurry up. The sooner they got this done, the sooner Oscar would get what was his.
                      [I]Any sound can shake the air. My voice shakes the heart![/I]

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                      • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #15: Deport (IC)

                        NVAE (Martin)
                        Once they were back at the school, Gwen began to work her magic over everyone they encountered. At the front gate, she waved her hands past the guards’ faces and muttered an incantation. “You don’t need to see my identification,” the enchantress said.

                        “We don’t need to see her identification.”

                        “These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.”

                        “These aren’t the droids we’re looking for.”

                        “She can go about her business.”

                        “You can go about your business.”

                        “Move along,” Gwen said.

                        “Move along,” the guard echoed. “Move along.”

                        It was an act she repeated over the headmistress. There was a variation to the spell—it wasn’t a simple hypnosis, or whatever she had done to the guard. This was much different. Doctor Fisher stared straight ahead, and showed no emotion whatsoever. “My name is Gwendolyn Llewelyn,” the blonde said. “I’m a student here. I have been a student here for several years. Actually, I’m a model student, and you secretly wish more of your charges could be like me.

                        “You will not harass me. You will not call me to your office or issue demerits or whatever the hell you lot dole out as punishment. You will simply let me do whatever I want, without impeding me.”

                        Gwen looked at Martin, cast him a sideways glance, and then snapped her attention back to the woman. “Also, you’re going to become sexually aroused every time you taste butterscotch.”

                        Snapping her fingers snapped the headmistress out of her supernaturally-induced stupor. “Gwendolyn,” the woman said, her voice sickeningly sweet, “what brings you here, dear?”

                        “You called me down here,” Gwen said.

                        “Oh, nonsense! I’d never detain you!”

                        The wizard smiled and curtsied before excusing herself. “Oh, relax!” she laughed as they stepped back into the hall. “It’s not permanent or anything! A geas begins fading after so long. Before long, she’ll be able to eat butterscotch without needing a change of knickers.” Suddenly, it seemed all too obvious how Tallemaja could have cured Tatjana and the others: with that spell, Tallemaja could have ordered Tatjana to be happy—to alter her brain in such a way that her disorder played no role in her day-to-day life.

                        “All right,” she said, “I’m going to be staying in the boy’s dorms, so… other than the male constituency of this school, who else do I need to geas?”

                        She set about to casting the spell on everyone they met, and giving them the same base instructions she’d given the headmistress: they were to acknowledge her as having been a long-time student at the school and stay out of her way. Each time, she gave them some other small suggestion: “Stop biting your nails,” she told Mario Tharivol. She commanded Buddy Kiriakis to smile, and gleefully told Martin that he would likely spend the next week or so in a state of inexplicable euphoria. When she geased Randy O’Shae, she commanded him to simply “Believe in yourself.”

                        And then she ran into Lexus Rauf. The sophomore seemed stumped as to why Martin was leading a strange girl through the dorms. Gwen looked sad. “You’re Lexus?” she asked. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

                        Lexus cast a confused look at Martin before Gwen began to cast again. She gave Lexus the same commands as everyone else, but then… “It’s been months since Cornelis died. He wouldn’t have wanted you to mourn forever. You owe it to him and to yourself to move on—to find some shred of happiness in this world. Find your happiness, Lexus. Move on.”

                        She snapped her fingers and a change seemed to come over Lexus. Suddenly, he wasn’t scowling, but smiling. “Have a good day, you two,” he said, whistling as he walked away.

                        Gwen took up residence in one of the empty rooms and told Martin they would talk later—to work out a plan of attack against Tatjana and Rembrandt’s abductors. Still, in order to plan against them, they would need to know more. Fortunately, Martin had left a part of him in Caballero’s pocket…

                        Back in his room, he concentrated on that mass. It had been close to an hour since he deposited it there—he could only hope it hadn’t been noticed. When the homunculus came to life, he was relieved to realize it had not. While he could not see anything exactly, he could hear…

                        “-like it. I mean, him and the Welsh lass are already hatchin’ a plot!” He sounded older—middle-aged—and his accent was Irish. Somehow he knew Martin and Gwen were working together. It wasn’t surprising: the Norseman said he had eyes everywhere. One of his birds could have seen them walking back to the school. “Didnae ye say he was one of the more dangerous of the bunch?”

                        “Not so long as we have the girl.” It was the Scandinavian man Martin had spoken with on the phone. “He won’t risk us killing her. He’ll cooperate.”

                        The homunculus precariously scurried out of Caballero’s pocket and peered around the room: they looked to be in a penthouse somewhere. Out the window was a skyline Martin didn’t recognize. All around him were the men and women about to attack the school.

                        Sitting on the couch next to Caballero was a man Martin recognized from Blue Knight’s description. He was Paladin, the man who had trained Blue Knight, albeit with the addition of a dark goatee. Easy money was on this man being Blackguard—Caballero’s cohort. If Caballero was the Viktor DeGallow from another world, it stood to reason that Blackguard was some sort of doppelganger of Paladin.

                        To his right was a girl in her late twenties. She was a waif, and clad in a bodysuit similar to the Vindicators’ uniforms, save for the markings that identified the heroes’ affiliation.

                        Next to her, a man with a wild mane of unkempt red hair sat crouching in an arm chair. Over his shoulders was a cloak woven from leaves that matched those tangled in his hair and beard. Twigs scratched his dirty face; his eyes were sunken in and crazed. His gnarled, arthritic hands were locked around a thick staff—a blackened shillelagh. “He does nae seem t’be cooperating. He went to those mages—tried to involve them in this fight. The one didn’t believe him…”

                        His accent marked him as the Irishman, and everything came together: it was possible that he was somehow related to Randy—or potentially the Randy of some parallel universe’s dark future, given how their consortium already contained dark versions of Paladin and Viktor.

                        Whatever his connection to Randy, if he had the same powers as Randy, he could have been spying on Martin and Gwen this whole time: the ficus in the hall, or the fern on the shelf in the headmistress’ office… Given Randy’s abilities, it was possible this man had just been witness to everything Martin had said or done since leaving the hotel.

                        “It’s like him,” said the Scandinavian man. The homunculus turned and Martin got a good view of him: he was tall and statuesque. Long blonde hair was slicked back and tied into a ponytail. His chiseled frame wore an expensive-looking suit. He had money—but Martin had already counted on that: each of these people was being paid handsomely for their cooperation. “The deal was that he didn’t tell the school. He won’t go against the deal we made, but he’s reaching to any ally he can find outside of that arrangement.

                        “It’s fine, Robor: I counted on him doing this. It will not matter to our plans.”

                        “My brother and I have dealt with Curie before.” One of the Vitesse brothers—Martin’s countrymen—was pouring himself a drink. “He threatened to kill us.”

                        “It was an idle threat.” A dusky-skinned fellow draped in desert camouflage leaned against the back wall. From his accent he was from Africa—but Martin couldn’t place his country of origin from his accent. From his tone, however, Martin could presume the man was cold and emotionless. “Everything we have on the boy says he is no killer.”

                        “Be that as it may, Haboob,” said Blackguard, who could not bring himself to look the other man in the eye, “we have taken his friends. We have made him desperate. Desperate men do desperate things.”

                        “Intelligence says he’s powerful,” said a man sitting on the arm of a chair. By his accent, Martin pegged him for a German—possibly Austrian. He had dark hair and a thin goatee, and was wearing Rembrandt’s hat. “I doubt he knows how to effectively use that power.” The man closed his hand around the air and was suddenly holding a sword—a sword he swung down. “Most of us have plenty of experience in killing with our powers.” He let go of the sword, which danced around him, continuing to slash at the air. “Experience always triumphs over raw power.”

                        “Put the sword away, Cleave,” the blonde man ordered.

                        “I’m itching to make someone bleed,” Cleave said, licking his lips. “Maybe that pretty redhead? Maybe the fruitcake?”

                        He looked right into the homunculus’ eye and grinned fiendishly. “Or maybe our little uninvited guest?”

                        The sword flew through the air and stabbed through the homunculus, severing Martin’s connection to the consortium of cads.

                        HOFBURG PALACE: OSCAR'S ROOM (Blue Knight; NPCs: Kasamir, Oscar)
                        "It is done. Christian is dead, our work is complete. My lord."

                        Oscar grinned. His lover frowned. "What of Ritter Xun?" the herzog asked.
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                        • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #15: Deport (IC)

                          The frown deepened throughout the day. It was downright scowly when they'd finally managed to 'enchant' the last of the males. When they are finally alone he retrieves them both beverages as a good host should but eventually HAS to say something.

                          "I said nozing because it is a zing of necessity. But zis use of your power is ze exact same as what She is doing at zis school - changing people wizout zeir consent or knowledge. In some of your changes you are trying for what you see as ze betterment of ze individual, some of the others seem to be at your whim or amusement... 'butterscotch'... eetz reckless and dangerous. Being temporary it is a crutch so people don't have to face zeir problems furzer more it can be addictive wiz you as ze only source. To someone suffering from an affliction it iz psychologically binding if nozing else. It's not really a 'elp to zem at all! It's exactly what 'as 'appened to Tatjana and it will make legitimate treatment so much 'arder now. It is... difficult to watch you assert your dominion over zis school in ze exact same way a covert terrorist is. It is also very power abusive. Zis is an institute zat tries to teach responsible use of dangerous and deadly abilities. It was 'ard watching you do what you did." Martin says, needing to get that off his chest.

                          "Now... let us see if my plan for intelligence gazering works..." He says, closing his eyes. He starts his own audio recorder and narrarates what he experiences through the homonculus. He also commits to memory the myriad of scents in the room.

                          [Does he detect Tatjana's or Rembrandt's scent close by?]

                          He cries out as he experiences the conjured sword slide through his head. His eyes, ears, and nose burst forth with blood and he melts into a puddle at the overload of sensation.

                          When he can finally put his cells back in order, repairing the myriad of damaged ones he draws the skyline he saw to ask if Gwen recognizes it.
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                          • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #15: Deport (IC)

                            NVAE (Martin)
                            "I said nozing because it is a zing of necessity," Martin said, "but zis use of your power is ze exact same as what she is doing at zis school-"

                            "Oh, bologna!"

                            "-changing people wizout zeir consent or knowledge. In some of your changes you are trying for what you see as ze betterment of ze individual-"

                            "It is!" Gwen snapped.

                            "-some of the others seem to be at your whim or amusement... 'butterscotch'... eetz reckless and dangerous."

                            "It's not! That woman is so tightly wound--she could benefit from a little release. Just like the midget needs to stop scowling and the one boy needs to stop biting his nails. You can look at them and tell, Martin! Just like you can see the pain in Lexus' eyes. I did something about it."

                            "Being temporary it is a crutch so people don't have to face zeir problems furzer more it can be addictive wiz you as ze only source. To someone suffering from an affliction it iz psychologically binding if nozing else."

                            "No, it's not! Those suggestions... The one boy will be happy. When the spell wears off, he may find he's happier being happy. A positive experience may just change his outlook!"

                            "It's not really a 'elp to zem at all! It's exactly what 'as 'appened to Tatjana, and it will make legitimate treatment so much 'arder now. It is... difficult to watch you assert your dominion over zis school in ze exact same way a covert terrorist is. It is also very power abusive. Zis is an institute zat tries to teach responsible use of dangerous and deadly abilities. It was 'ard watching you do what you did."

                            "Weren't you the one who ended up on the news months back, threatening to fill someone's lungs with mustard gas?" Gwen smiled smugly at the Frenchman. "Please, keep telling me about the responsible use of dangerous abilities."

                            "Let us see if my plan for intelligence gazering works..."

                            Martin began to narrate everything he saw. When he mentioned Robor's scrying on them, Gwen began to nervously scan his room, as if expecting to see the Irishman's eyes staring back at her from some dark corner.

                            "I can smell Tatjana and Rembrandt," Martin told her. "Zey are in ze ozer room, along wiz ze ozer Vitesse brozer, and someone 'oo smokes..."

                            She was made even more uncomfortable when Martin cried out in pain. Panic set in when he began bleeding. She jumped from his bed and knelt beside the puddle of Curie, unsure what to do to help him. "I--do I... Martin, you..." She looked to the door. Even if she knew where to find the infirmary, she was hesitant to risk running into Tallemaja on the way there.

                            Before Martin could begin to pull himself together, his mobile phone began to ring. Hoping whoever was calling could help them, Gwen snatched it up and paused at the name on the screen. "It's them," she said, reading Tatjana's name. She answered the phone and put it on speaker.

                            Muffled crying poured from the phone. A loud cracking sound heralded muffled screaming. "That was me breaking your girlfriend's little finger," the Icelandic man said. "Test my patience again, and I'll give your friends to Cleave to do with as he wishes.

                            "I promise you: he's exceptionally sadistic."

                            The man hung up again, and Martin began pulling himself together.

                            Martin told her what he knew, then sketched out the skyline as best he could. Gwen studied it, and furrowed her brow as she tried to muster up an answer. "I'm sorry," she said, "I don't recognize it."

                            Originally posted by Michuru81
                            Martin sports an eidetic memory, right? He can can attempt a DC 20 Knowledge (business or technology) check to recall having seen a story about Siegfried Völsunga, President of Völsunga Enterprises (a company devoted to “creating a better tomorrow” through engineering feats) on the news once upon a time.
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                            • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #15: Deport (IC)

                              Magnitude
                              Kasimir Flaegler
                              HP 5 LP 2


                              Once the basic strategy was decided on, Kas motioned for Jack to wait one moment. Striding up to Sophie, the young man went down on one knee and bowed his head. Bowing wasn't really likely to incur any risk for him as it might others because his senses didn't depend on the orientation of his face. However, given the disconcerting nature of his dead eyes and the ugly scar on his neck, bowing might make a confrontation easier for the princess.

                              "Sophie, I admire your stoicism in this time...as difficult as it must be, and I just wanted to let you know that your world's version of me is a fool. If it was my place to be, I would be proud to sit at your side. You are noble and beautiful. Don't allow the unconscionable actions of these traitors to cause you to think anything less."

                              Standing up, he motioned to Jack and Bulwark. "Let's go punish some villains, shall we?"

                              As it turned out, they barely got themselves situated before what seemed to be a small army in the service of Oscar assaulted them in their cell. As he and Jack lunged forward, suddenly the weather on the astral plane roiled violently and Gaspar revealed himself. Kas had to smile. Apparently his earlier actions had served to revitalize Lluvia's faith in himself. Gaspar had healed himself and Kas couldn't be more pleased.

                              As it was, the battle was not as great a struggle as he'd expected...except for one moment. Kas shattered the lines of their assailants with wave after wave of gravitic force, before being hurled back as a soldier in slightly more ornate livery than the others stepped forward, his hands crackling with power.

                              "What the...?" Kas gasped, struggling back to his feet.

                              The man smiled. "I may not have earned a promotion to Ritter, but I come from a family immune to such energistic displays."

                              The man's english accent struck Kas instantly and he knew he was facing some sort of otherworld relative of Kirstie Arnett's. Direct gravitic assaults would be useless against this soldier. However, unlike a fire or plasma or even electric generator, Kas's powers left him options. As Gaspar's lightning felled a pair of combatants, Kas reached out with his power and snatched up their shields. With a snap of his fingers, he slammed the shields into the soldier's head like a pair of huge cymbals.

                              The guard stiffened at the impact, then stumbled left, then stumbled right...then crumpled in a heap.

                              "Immune that braggart!" Kas growled.

                              Noticing he himself was lacking for opponents, he looked toward his allies. Jack was surrounded by a pile of defeated and unconscious foes, Gaspar was standing alone and untouched and Bulwark...Bulwark was juggling, or at least trying to juggle every conscious enemy he could lay his hands on. The results were not pretty.

                              "Greystone, I believe it is time to report our deaths to the prince."
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                              • Re: New Vindicators Academy of Europe #15: Deport (IC)

                                Martin took the sounds of the breaking rather stoically all things considered - being a puddle at the time helped but even when he reassembled his look was cold and stern.

                                He sets his jaw and types in to his phone. "Ten-fold." and sends it to Tatjana's phone, harkening back to his original recorded promise of reciprocated pain.

                                He divests his room of any vegetation, should any be present. Even potential mold from uneaten food. He stays out of view of the windows and trees.


                                "If we're going to get zem back," he says to Gwen, "we'll need Tallemaja's assistance and quickly." Martin says, expressionless. "Do you 'ave a problem wiz zat?" he challenges.


                                "None of you 'ave convinced me you are any better zan she when it comes to zis power-granting cylinder, might as well try to save a LOT of attacks on zis city and someone in zis school by taking zem out now wiz 'er 'elp. She is not affiliated wiz zis school any more zan you are. It is not a violation of my agreement."

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