IC Reflections of a Full Moon, IC Thread Options

[Buddha72]

Ikari watches the others leaving with mild interest. At their departure she bows to the remaining members and withdraws into the room set aside for her ritual work. Shutting the door behind her, she begins to remove the articles of the modern world from her body. Placing her comm on the nightside table she makes her way to the small altar set up in the far side of the room.

Kneeling before the small table, she begins to chant softly as she lights the incense and breathes in the aroma. Calming herself, she begins to reach inward looking for the dark part of her soul. She can feel it, a small tight bundle of life and death rests in her gut. She can feel the power coming off of it like heat from an open flame. The pact with Izanami forged this connection and gave her the power she needed to call and bind the kami to her will but it came with a price. Mortals were not meant to hold the power of creation that was linked with the power of destruction in a cycle that forever fed itself. Opening it she felt the maelstrom fill her to bursting. Her voice grew louder and she felt her call ring out through the astral and pull the kami to her.

She soon felt the unseen spirits brushing against her and moving in the space. Some curious while others bristled with rage at her binding them to this spot. She gathered those she could in an intricately woven lattice of mana and her life force. She felt their surprise and anger at being held.

Hear me and be still. I call you here for a great work in this world and ask you lend me your aid in this matter. Aid me and I will honor you while all others have forgotten...

[Redjack]

Well, if its the real thing then it should be visible in the astral... or perhaps some trace of it. Atreus knew he was grasping at straws, but he was a little in the dark right now and looking for some way to help. To that end, he shifted his perception to the astral while he mingled with the crowd.

[Meriss]

Dervish comes around the corner of the building and looks for guards and the usual escape routes.

[BishopMcQ]

From his seat in the office, Porter receives a message from Dervish

Subtle eyes and ears on our location please.

Subtle, yeah...

The hacker projects his digital consciousness across the local grid, tracking back the source of the communication to a rough proximity. Finding the end of the line, he cross-correlates information from other systems to attempt to discern where the primary attention needs to be.

Time to knock...

[DireRadiant]

Sweetness wasn't completely sure he'd turned on the microphone, but he wasn't about to double check in front of the nice young man from Lone Star.

"Oh... so how long before you think it's safe?"

[Fenris]

Sweetness - The young cop tips his hat back a little bit.

"We're not sure, as I said, we're still gathering evidence. The only thing we can confirm at this point is that there were weapons fire and casualties in the garage. We currently have it and the hallway and apartment where we believe an additional altercation took place under investigation. We're not sure who was involved at the moment, although early reports indicate it seemed to be confined to a small number of people."

The young officer flushes abruptly and looks away, as if perhaps he's said too much. He takes several other questions from the various reporters standing around.

"No, we don't know if it was a shadowrunner or terrorist organization. No, no leads on suspects. I cannot confirm whether or not someone was killed in the garage, I don't have that info.

Lone Star is on this investigation, folks, and we'll hold another press conference as soon as we have a few more concrete details."

[Fenris]

Porter - The apartment building's system isn't a total slouch, and someone's obviously turned up the security a notch at the moment, probably to deal with the crowds. You can see a wash of wireless traffic at the location, easily 50-60 people all sending data out from within 1 block of Dervish's location. Lonestar's obvious blue and yellow logo's are stamped all over the place, and the apartment building isn't accepting visitors at the moment. Several LS presences, full VR as best you can tell from a quick look, glance at you, but their gazes seem to slide right over you.

[DireRadiant]

"Keep the public informed!"

After a pleasant smile, he stepped back a bit and eased himself to the back of the group. A sweep of the group of excited new reporters and jaded police beat hacks convinced him that there some things you shouldn't do in front of a set of eagle eyed group of reporters crammed full of active technoligical scanning devices.

He needed a quiet spot for what he intended to do next. Gregor probably couldn't go himself without drawing some attention, or far more use of his powers then he would like.

It was better to send something else to take a look for him.

[Meriss]

Dervish smiles despite himself. There is always a way in.

He unobtrusively leans against the wall and types a few messages

<<@Porter: Where is everyone looking? And can you see me? If you can prepare to remove some evidence>>

<<@Sweetness: Which apartment is the one with the item?>>

<<@Clay: Can you provide me with a distraction if I need to enter the building?>>

[BishopMcQ]

<<@Dervish: I see you as well as they do. You need to tell me what you are doing otherwise I'll need a smash and grab. That way keeps LS off you for maybe fifteen seconds. Spill it or work fast.>>

[Meriss]

<<@Porter: I believe the technique is called editing. Do you see that door?>> Dervish points toward the "Employees Only" door on camera <<If you can remove the image of me walking over to it, in fact remove the last ten minutes or so. Then I can safely enter the building and procure the item. Then do the same thing as I exit. Clear?>>

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[DireRadiant]

<<@Dervish 476>>

Sweetness refocused on his tasks.

[Redjack]

Seeing Dervish head around the building, Atreus moves deftly and gracefully through the crowd to catch up to the team's other elf. I wonder if that boy knows that in astral space he's like a lighthouse on a starless night..?

He switches his perceptions back to the mundane world to utilize his coms as he approaches.
<<@Dervish [Atreus] Find a way in?>>

[WearzManySkins]

<<<@Dervish [Clay Moor] Most of my diversions involve explosives,,is that you want?>>>

[Meriss]

<<@Atreus [Dervish] A possible entrance over here, maerenath. Can you watch my back if nessecary?>>

<<@Clay [Dervish] If you must, use a small charge on a Dumpster or some thing. I only need a few moments. Please move away from the building though, a block or two will suffice. And save another for my exit.>>

[WearzManySkins]

Clay Moor will get out of the van, and act like he is speaking someone on his commlink. He will walk away from the area towards one less security populated. He will walk for about 2 blocks. Once there he will look like he is putting away his comm link.

He will smile and look around the area in careful manner. He will find a suitable distraction target dumpster etc. He will fumble with jacket pulling off one of the panels there, only taking 1/4 of the charge, he will get out a detonator from his secure container and place it into the charge. He will make loud belching noises and breaks wind noises while he is doing this, his back will be to any bystanders.

He will make violent retching noise and get down on his hands and knees. He will place the charge underneath the dumpster, he will then place his finger down his throat covering the implanted charge with his vomit.

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He will get up, wipe his mouth clean, look around slowly with an embarrassed look on his face.

Once he feels the area is clear of any bystanders, he will take out a commlink looking device and begin speaking into it in a busied manner and walk away briskly, taking a alternate route back to he van.

Once back in the van, he will reverse his jacket, changing its appearance.

<<<@Dervish [Clay Moor]It is show time when you say when.

[Redjack]

Meandering just inside the alley way Atreus surveys the area for potential threats or early warning systems and additional avenues of escape. He keeps Dervish in sight so that he can follow the elf in when the opportunity presents itself.
<<@Dervish [Atreus] Consider it done.>>

[DireRadiant]

"Now, ye familiar spirits that are culled Out of the powerful legions under earth, Help me this once, that France may get the field." King Henry the Sixth, Part I

With a quiet intonation Sweetness exerted his not inconsiderable will, and stronger Talent. A small translucent eyball with a pair of ears for wings and a large flapping ear uncrusted with eyes appeared before him, and something else not quite identifiable of similar size.

"Go to my friends."

[BishopMcQ]

<@Dervish: Yes, your majesty.>

Porter takes a second to reshuffle the icons around his own personal node and then slams into the building's code. This was a tactic that he had spent years matering and was better at it then anyone else he knew. Wrapped in viral coding that deflected all but the most intense inquiries, the hacker feels the wall begin to crumble beneath his attack.

Once inside, he quickly looks around, absorbing the architecture and striving to find the surveillance systems.

[Meriss]

Dervish flexes his muscles slowly.

<<@All: I do not wish to be seen as a task master but this must go flawlessly if it is to succeed. Clay if you will ignite your charge when I call your name. Porter if you will tend to your task after the charge blows. Atreus, if you will guard my back and exit. Sweetness, now is not the time to be watching "The Saints Row", I would apreciate you keeping an eye out on the astral. And muddying my considerable signature. Inkari could you dispatch a small spirit to help Sweetness. Here goes people.>>

The elf takes a moment and clears his mind. I am the wind, I am the air, I shall leave no trace. He grips his autopicker in his pocket and faces the door way.

<<Clay now!>>

[Fenris]

Porter - In an almost classical cliche, the interior architecture of the hotel's system is almost identical to the exterior. The biggest difference is, there's almost nobody here. A few bored looking people in uniform mill around the desk. They ignore you, for the most part. One of them, a bellhop, by the uniform, lifts his head and begins to glance in your direction as you search around behind the desk, moving rapidly from door to door looking for the surveillance systems.

[Redjack]

Atreus moves silently deeper into the alley and near the other elf's back as he began to work the lock. Noticing Dervish's light step, Was he a student of Crazy Joe's..?

Atreus crouched down shifting in and out of astral as he kept watch. The bright glow of a person's life essence tended to betray their presence better in the darkness than relying on the light or heat. The latter two were much easier to negate than the sight.

[WearzManySkins]

Clay Moor sends the coded signal triggering the explosive charge he placed.

[Fenris]

A muffled WHUMP! and a brief roar fill the street as the brief shockwave and a small tsunami of debris is washed down the intervening block by the explosion. In the distance, those in the street can hear several audio and AR car alarms going off. Lonestar reacts immediately, with the majority of the officers and units lighting up sirens and horns and beginning to move toward the disturbance. A skeleton crew of officers, looking anxiously in the direction of the noise, still stands guard over the scene.

Porter moves through the lobby, ducking out of sight as various icons glance in his direction. Behind the desk in the lobby is a door marked "Security", twisting open the door and sliding inside. The storage inside is denoted with old fashioned tape reels spinning as the seconds slide by on 1940's "Flash Gordon" style monitors. He grabs two ends of the tape, breaking the thread and pulling off a length of the tape before sticking it back to another section, forming a loop that runs over the wheels again and again. Eventually the loop will break and the camera's will go back to recording real time, but for the moment, no one can see what's happening at the entrance.

Dervish slides the autopicker into the lock, finger twitching as the gun strikes the tumblers again and again, hoping for them to catch one by one. After several seconds and despite a growing sense of dread, the lock clicks and the door swings open several inches. Atreux and Dervish slide through the open door and quickly make their way through the nearly deserted ground floor.

[Meriss]

Excellent The elf smiled. "A litle touch and go with the door, but here we are. I don't need to remind you to keep all electronic communication to a minimum." Dervish whispered to Atreus. He started picking his way up the stairs quietly.