multiversallogs | Mission Delta

Who: List forthcoming.
What: Getting a lantern.
Where: Spatters.
When: NOW. This thread will likely cover a few days.
Warnings: To be updated.

Dear Mission Delta,

So you're going in to Spatters to deal with actual people. Actual confrontation how about that. Well don't feel too bad or too glad, these guys hardly count as Citizens but that's on them. They have apparently collected a significant number of neat and cleverful things, all of which you may keep should you come across them. All exempt for the lantern your gods require of course. Don't come back without it.

Your boons for this mission are as follow:

A Weapons Cache - I haven't personally gone through every single item in this collection but I am told they are for pacification and non-lethal if you hold them right. Who knows what happens if you hold them wrong.

Ward Breaking Talismans - You will not be kept safe from hexes, but you will be able to break through most protective spells and also bonus: you can touch the talisman to objects and people to see if they are what they seem to be. Pretty useful.

Spatters is in a constant sad state of affairs. It's not a neighbourhood into which respectable citizens often travel, and it is easy to see why; there seem to be mostly cracked houses and smashed windows, half-tents and shanties made up by discarded materials. This is where Baedal's rejects end up, the half-wits, the psychotics who cannot function in the City and those who can't deal with shifted reality. It's also a home to those who have business they wish to keep out of the public eye. Man-eaters and predators of different stripes are known to stalk Spatters. The streets are eerily empty, but perhaps the people here are so used to hiding that they hardly ever seen.

The House have a building in the area, and it is not far away from the basement that has been pointed out as host to the Candlelighter hideout. The place is likely to be occupied, and the occupants are likely to expect hostile company.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The cache seems to be a random mix of new and repaired items all from different points in time and realities. None of the objects have an instruction manual, but most of them should be at least vaguely familiar in that there's an end you point away from yourself and a trigger-like mechanism.

"I can't shoot or fight, but I'm good with conjure. I get how the talismans are supposed to work and I came with a few things of my own. You all willing to use what I brought?"

"Well, I can do the first two pretty well, if I say so myself, but I don't know much about conjuring." Together they can team up for great justice? "I'm more than willing to default to your expertise, although I might need a few pointers on what's what."

She pulls something out the size of a long barrel revolver, clicking something into place and giving it a quick glance over. Nice weight to it. Hmm. "Do you think we have to return these?"

"I'm familiar with some conjure?" Robin says, suddenly thoughtful. "I'm an exorcist, it's hard to go without picking up a few things in the line of duty ..." She rubs at the wrist of her left hand, twice around the width of it. "I know enough to know that's not something I'd be comfortable people relying on me for in a crisis, however." Hard to do that if you can't rely on yourself to follow through, after all.

With a shake of her head, she adds, "I can fight well enough to keep people safe," and reconsiders the weapons cache, lifting a sticklike device up out of the collection with her left hand and hefting it carefully. Just in case. At least she'll have something to fall back on. It's not a bad idea. "And if you've brought something you think we need, I'm willing. I wouldn't know where to start," she finishes, offering Ki - and the rest of the group - an open, self-deprecating smile.

"I am willing to use what you have," Youko nods to Njoki. "I know a little about... magic," she frowns slightly - she's not quite familiar with the word conjure, but she gets that it's roughly in the area of magic, "though I have no skill in it myself. And I think that the magic here may be a little different from what I am used to." Shrug.

At this point she gets out her badge - the Hellsing insignia, and there's a matching patch on the sleeve of her jacket. "I am Shih - a hunter, and Hellsing agent. I am used to fighting monsters, although doing so in a team is... a recent experience. I will do my best to make sure we all stay safe."

"Thank you," Robin says, with gormless gratitude, "... Hellsing? And who is that?" (Well, if anyone wanted confirmation that Robin here is hella new, they just got it.)

Robin's ???? is audible. "I don't imagine that's Mister Hellboy's organization, is it?"

It's half a joke and half serious. The names are similar maybe he runs it!!!! Just because the very thought is silly doesn't mean it isn't possible!

Youko shakes her head a little as she tucks the badge away again. "Hellboy is also an agent, but Sir Integra Hellsing is in charge. We are an organisation dedicated to both combating those supernatural creatures who threaten the people of the city, and helping those who simply wish to live in peace like any other person." It sounds like she may have practised that response a little, until she got the wording just about right.

"Ah," Robin says, with a considering nod. Oh, I see. "Good goals."

She sounds serious and totally not derpy at all when she says it, too.

Njoki makes a small noise of recognition. She'd phoned and spoken to some of the people at Hellsing and they seemed to be pretty reasonable and not too concerned with nonhumans beyond their purview.

"It'll take me a bit of time to get this stuff ready. I'm gonna go work in the churchyard, if you need me."

"Is there anything I can do?"

There's a redhead with the strap of a small messenger-type bag across the front of her body, near the doorway. She's caught that declaration as she steps inside. She offers a polite smile to the group at large. "Hi. I'm Rachel. I got the summons to join this group."

She leaves off the part where she doesn't know why, exactly. But ignoring the invitation of a god seems impolite at best and dangerous at worst. So here she is.

Robin waves. "We're still waiting for the nice man with the pleasant personality who yelled at us to arrive, don't worry!"

Because ... that's exactly what she wanted to know, Robin, of course.

"There's some things in boxes that you might find useful, depending on your preference," she adds, gesturing with one hand towards the weapons and the talismans. "I'm Robin, and if there's anything or anyone we meet that needs an exorcism this fine evening ... I'll do my best."

"Oh dear," Alan says, stopping just inside the entrance and conducting a leisurely survey of all assembled (the redhead to his left receives an assessing glance that has very little to do with gauging combat readiness).

There's a dollop of theatrical dismay in his voice; he carries no gear of any kind and wears slacks, a long-sleeve shirt.

"I hoped if I tarried long enough you'd simply leave without me."

It's hard to tell if he's being serious or not. You'd best get used to that.

Mission Delta

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