Mission Delta

[baedalites.livejournal.com]

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.

Comments

[withdeviltry.livejournal.com]

Robin - does not guffaw, that would absolutely ruin their attempts to be secretive.

But she doesn't make a very good (read: any) effort to suppress the startled gasp (WHERE DID YOU COME FROM, HOW DID YOU DO THAT) that turns into a low chuckle instead.

"I don't know, I think it could be charming! ... in the right - eh-heh - lighting, of course?"

[dailymask.livejournal.com]

Eames strolls up less stealthily and looking significantly worse for the wear than he did a few hours ago. Coat rumpled, face smudged with dirt, missing a shoe – well, not missing exactly, since he's pulling it out of a burlap sack as he walks, but that begs the question, What was it doing off his foot in the first place? (Wouldn't you like to know.)

"You should see him without the waistcoats. It's worse."

Yeah, he's just going to leave that implication how it sounded.

[fixedroll.livejournal.com]

Arthur looks surprised to see Remy there, perhaps even impressed, and then...he talks, and then Robin talks, and then Eames talks and his expression completely shadows over.

"Just put your shoe on," he says to his associate, and if he weren't a professional it would sound a hell of a lot more like he's snapping at the guy. But he is one. So it only sounds a little like that. He then pulls the holster and belt out of his shoulder bag and affixes it around his narrow waist with what can only be described as testy efficiency, looking at no one.
(Eames may feel free to communicate whatever it is he's learned as a ridiculous vagrant, apparently.)

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

Njoki snorts and rolls her eyes in annoyance before speaking, "I realize this is amateur hour at the dude ranch, but can we leave eighth grade now and get this damn thing over with?"

That she's stressed out about this mission combined with the frankly idiotic teasing has pushed her buttons so that there may be a bit of a rumble to her voice that wasn't there when they were speaking in the temple.

[whosedaughter.livejournal.com]

"There are people's lives and prune-y fingers at stake." In reference to Ceith's (http://multiversal.livejournal.com/28716.html) lovely message. "Not that I'm enthusiastic about the prospects of roughing people up, but it couldn't happen to a more deserving bunch."

Bigots can get punted into a sun, for all Jenny cares.

[dailymask.livejournal.com]

Eames could try harder to look properly admonished. He tends to assume – often incorrectly – that no one actually takes teasing to heart and thus there's nothing to be sorry for. Still, the look he gives Arthur would almost be apologetic if he didn't look so perpetually amused. (You know he adores your grumpy face, sir.)

"Right, moving along, then." Shoe on, professionalism restored as much as if ever is, "So I took a little stroll by our destination." Like you do. "Good news is, it's not positively crawling with guards – in fact, I didn't see a single one, and the way they have the windows boarded up, I would be surprised if they have much in the way of look-outs, either. It's not the kind of set-up you use when you have a lot of manpower. So that's promising." Being that there are nine of them. He'd feel better with a team of nine experienced thieves, but still, numbers count for something.

"Of course, then we have the bad news. So far as I can tell, there's only the one door. Whatever fortifications do they have, we'll be walking right into them, and unfortunately I don't see a way around that one."