Session Start: Tue Jan 08 20:00:37 2008
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20080108.log'
<DeathStar> Stardate: 10-588.3.2
<DeathStar> Location: HQ
* Xanatos is now known as Marcus`
* Marcus` slams his elbow into a punching bag, stepping back the pulling his other elbow around to strike into it.
* SPoC sits in the messhall, a piece of wood in her hands.
* Jennifer` stands at anotehr punching bag, mimicing Marcus' movements.
<Kit> 6Lilith takes a day off from recoordinating her balance to watch cheesy old movies with Raquel in the relative peace of their room.
<SPoC> 6Dias cheers Marcus on from the sideline
<Ariel> 6* Raquel had, ironically, planned to train some today. But... she has no complaints about spending it watching movies instead.
<Marcus`> *Theron walks along the hallway, arms pulled back.
<Jennifer`> * Darce passes Theron in the hallway, looking at him.
<Kit> 6Lilith silently stares. At Raquel.
<Marcus`> *Theron's eyes flit to Darce before he nods. "Darce." He continues on.
<Kit> 6Freyja blinks at SPoC's approach within the galley and peers, but then goes back to planning for the next meal, a bit too early to start cooking, a bit late to perform a late brunch.
<Ariel> Raquel> "...what is it?"
<Kit> <Lilith> You are dressed. Did you not plan to sit in again?
* SPoC pulls out her combat knife, whittling away.
<Jennifer`> * Darce looks to him. "Theron." *He moves on as well.
* Marcus` stops mid-elbow and glances at Dias oddly before looking to Jennifer. "What are you doing?"
<Marcus`> *Theron mumbles something under his breath when he rounds a corner.
* Jennifer` blinks and steps mid-elbow as well, looking at him. "PRacticing."
<Kit> 6Chii looms about the training areas entrance, but hesitates to enter a few times. About the fourth or fifth, slips in, staring between Jennifer and Marcus, then turning her head, having not realized she'd moved in beside him, jerking back slightly.
<Ariel> Raquel> *smiles* "I'm not lazy every day..."
<SPoC> 6Dias boo's at Marcus for stopping.
<Kit> <Lilith> My apologies. What did you wish to do?
* Retrieving #taw modes...
<Marcus`> It's creepy. *he notes, then resumes the elbow routine, mixing in knees every once and a while.*
<Kit> 6Chii steps away slowly from Dias, then pauses and goes back to watching the two quietly, a strange expression half-between bored and nervous.
<Jennifer`> * Darce shakes his head, not needing god hearing for the surface thoughts of the words, he walks on.
* Jennifer` goes back to copying him. "It's effective!"
<Ariel> 6* Raquel takes a hold of Lilith's sleeve, "...we'll do what it was you were planning."
<Kit> <Chii> Only as effective as the copy your are striving to be.
<SPoC> 6Dias goes back to cheering Marcus on.
<Jennifer`> * Darce makes his way into the mess hall and looks for something to drink.
<Kit> 6Chii covers her mouth twitching slightly, having not meant to actually speak.
<SPoC> 6Dias than pauses and looks at Chii. 1"Pscht, imitation is the fundamental of all fighting skills."
<Kit> <Freyja> Hello, Darce. What're you after today?
* Marcus` pauses and looks at Chii.
<Kit> <Chii> I thought defeating your opponent was?
<Jennifer`> Darce> "Food."
<SPoC> <Dias> And that's why you fail Chii. 6He nods and goes back to cheering on Marcus and Jen now.
* SPoC glances up at Darce stepping in. She goes back to whittling.
* Jennifer` looks at Chii when Marcus pauses.
* Marcus` shakes his head, not bothering saying anything about the jab Chii took at him, he does a roundhouse kick, his leg slamming into the bag.
* Jennifer` mimics, acrually manaing to pull it off.
<Kit> 6Chii shrugs. 1"Whatever. What she's doing is watching and imitating, right, but it'll only be as good as what she perceives. She can't hope to become any better than Marcus by merely copying what she sees of Marcus."
<SPoC> 6Dias pulls off his bright orange shirt and waves it about.
<Jennifer`> * actually managing
<Kit> <Chii> Being the original, he'll always win.
<SPoC> <Dias> Foolish.
<Jennifer`> "I can become more original by combining multiple techniques and making them my own, but first I gotta learn them!"
<Kit> <Chii> Isn't that why your old man said to learn from everyone?
<Marcus`> Kid has a point. *he notes after doing a knee/elbow combination strike.*
<SPoC> <Dias> Kid keeps getting more and more points, it's scary.
<Marcus`> Kinda like your face. Oh. *he does a fake laugh at the obviously bad joke, and continues going through his routine*
<Kit> 6Chii tilts her head slightly. 1"Marcus is likely practicing things attuned to his own fine points. You'd probably do better learning why he's fighting a certain way instead of blindly copying what could be useless without a certain point you're lacking."
<Jennifer`> "He said I can become a jack of all trades, so I guess so!" *she keeps following Marcus' moves, getting pretty good at this*
<SPoC> <Dias> You think too much. 6He looks at Marcus, dropping his jaw and showing his insulted face. 1"Bastard!"
<Jennifer`> "Well I can't move like him of course, so I do my best to imitate with my own body size and weight."
<Marcus`> Not me. I have a daddy...oh wait. *he hands his head, stopping*
<SPoC> <Dias> ...HEY!
<Kit> <Chii> Right, but if he's practicing things that rely on his reach and strength to perform... wouldn't you be at a loss using the same techniques?
* Jennifer` stops, blinking a bit. "Huh?"
<SPoC> 6Dias narrows his eyes at Marcus briefly than looks at Jen. 1"Just ignore the talking cat thing. And keep imitating."
* Marcus` chuckles slightly and begins to do a series of jabs.
* Kit puts her fingers to her forehead and mumbles. 1"I'm not a cat. And of course I think too much. I'm impatient, not a dumbass. I use everything I know in any sequence possible."
* Jennifer` copies again, if she's getting good at anything, she's becoming an excellent mimic.
<Kit> <Chii> It's just advice, take it or leave it. Seem to forget that mimicing, shadowing, whatever you want to call it, is something I can do.
<SPoC> <Dias> So you wind up looking like a spazing spider monkey on Hyper. I prefer looking good while I fight.
<Jennifer`> "Well maybe you should spar more with me Chii."
<Marcus`> It's really hard for him to do. Being he is so damn ugly. *he laughs at himself again, going from 1-2 punch combos and then to jab-elbow combos.*
<Kit> <Chii> I've never turned you down. Granted, if we're having a contest of mimicry I don't think we'll get anywhere.
<Jennifer`> "No one's really given me weapons training yet."
<Kit> <Chii> ..Weapon training, huh..?
<SPoC> <Dias> Again with the ugly jokes. Yeah, I get it Marcus, I'm ugly. 6He grabs the inside of his left elbow and jerks his forearm arm, flicking him off.
<Kit> 6Chii sighs and rubs her head instead of making some remark. 1"...About that. Marcus, Dias, you guys have been with some of the Dragoons a long time, right?"
* SPoC shed's a silent tear.
<SPoC> <Dias> I've been around them the most, why?
<Kit> <Chii> Well... I use a lot of weapons and tools, but I can only use them most effectively if I know all I can about them.
<Jennifer`> "I was around Alpha Zephyr... ...well... not your Alpha Zephyr..."
* Jennifer` looks down a bit.
<Marcus`> Ahh Zephyr. *he swoons*
<Kit> <Chii> Dragoons. I don't know anything about them. I suppose I should ask Cheryl herself but... It doesn't feel right.
<SPoC> <Dias> Ooooh. I'll be sure to let Cheryl know you called her a tool."
<Kit> 6Chii turns slowly and glares darkly upon Dias. 1"That's exactly why I haven't spoken to her about it."
<Marcus`> Pretty rude of you. She's more of a person than you are technically.
<Kit> <Chii> You two suck. I'm asking you because I -don't- want to think or refer to her that way, but I need to know.
<SPoC> 6Dias just looks at Marcus, oblivious to Chii's dark glare of doom. 1"He's got a point. And a nicer body."
<SPoC> <Dias> But you just called her a tool? I'm confused now.
* Jennifer` looks up at the three and scratches her head.
<Kit> <Chii> ...Let's put it this way. I don't want to talk about her like that, so if you keep saying that, I swear to okami I'll cut your tool off.
<Marcus`> Who's okami?
* Jennifer` slips out while they argue and heads to the mess hall.
<Kit> 6Chii glances upward and twitches again. 1"...This was suppose to be civil."
<SPoC> <Dias> Hey, we weren't the one's that called Cheryl a tool.
* Jennifer` walks right up and sits down next to SPoC
<Kit> 6Freyja waves to Jennifer, removing enchiladas from some of the ovens.
<Kit> <Freyja> Ready, Darce.
* SPoC looks over at Jen and nods to her, smiling.
* Marcus` holds up a hand. "Look. Cheryl isn't a tool. She is a person, and the only way you two can work better in your goon form is if you two are on the same page."
* Jennifer` smiles back. "SPoC?"
<Jennifer`> Darce> "Alright!"
<Marcus`> So go get to know her more or something. *he waves a hand*
<SPoC> <Dias> Yeah, so first you need to look at her as a person not a tool.
<Marcus`> Because she's not a tool. *he repeats*
<Kit> 6Chii's hands ball tightly. 1"I realize she's a person, god damn it. She's more of one than me!"
<SPoC> Yes? 6She looks back at Jen again, putting her knife down.
<Marcus`> My point. *he notes with a nod, glancing at Dias* I came up with that.
<Jennifer`> "Can we resume training?"
<SPoC> If that is what you want.
<Marcus`> So since you know all that. What exactly are you wanting, Chii?
<SPoC> <Dias> Perfect, because tools can be thrown away and you don't want to do that to Cheryl.
<Jennifer`> "Definately, you can teach me more weapon skills?"
<SPoC> If that is what you would like, yes. 6She smiles at Jen.
<Kit> 6Chii wanders over to one of the punching bags and holds it with her palms. 1"...Anything. What are the Dragoons. What are they like, beyond the obvious? What ..made her that way?"
* Jennifer` smiles broadly. "Cool, when would you like to start?"
<SPoC> <Dias> Eh, details. 6He waves his hands.
<Marcus`> Does all of that honestly matter? Cheryl is Cheryl. Everything else is pointless.
<SPoC> <Dias> Plus that's her personal life. I feel it would be rude to say those things without her permission.
<Marcus`> And that takes us back around to go talk to her. Thanks for playing.
* Marcus` holds up his hand to give Dias a high five.
<SPoC> 6Dias reaches over and shifts his hand smcking Marcus forehead with his palm
* Marcus` snaps his head back and narrows his eyes and Dias.
<Marcus`> NRP: at. Not and.
* SPoC grabs his gut as he laughs, stepping back.
<SPoC> NRP: Dias
<DeathStar> <Warren on Comm> All personnel, report to the meeting room.
<Kit> <Chii> ..." 6She looks guilty momentarily, then growls loudly and slams her hand into the punching back, reeling it back, and advances, punching it twice more and springing to knee and successively high kick it, batting it lightly against the ceiling before she storms off. 1"You two ...so... aggra...grr..."
<SPoC> I would like to finish-6She looks up. 1"We will discuss this later." 6She stands, leaving her wood on the table. She slips her knife away and walks to the meeting room
<Kit> <Freyja> Aw..." 6She takes the enchiladas and a serving of tequila back from Darce. 1"Sorry, duty calls."
* Marcus` smirks at Chii, then glances up. "You're a lucky bastard." He points to Dias. Turning and stepping out.
<SPoC> <Dias> I'm a lucky bastard?! 6He follows after him.
* Jennifer` heads to the meeting room as well.
<Jennifer`> * Darce stuffs down the food and heads out.
<Marcus`> Yes. Yes you are.
<SPoC> <Dias> On what account? 6He looks at Marcus curiously
<Kit> <Lilith> ...It seems our rest is cancelled, Lady Raquel.
<Kit> 6Chii virtually flares into the metting assembly, arms crossed and ticked for whatever reason.
<Ariel> 6* Raquel nods slowly, with a small sigh. She gets up to head to the meeting room.
<Marcus`> Had there not been a call to a meeting, I would have had to oh kicked your ass.
<Marcus`> *Theron steps inside, taking his seat quietly.
<SPoC> <Dias> Right. 6He pats Marcus back. "Keep thinking that."
* SPoC steps in and takes a seat.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren sits in the command room. His mood is clearly tense, and his fingers drum on the table as he sits there. There's a strange map of a city block behind him on the wall. Cheryl leans against the wall, arms crossed, her hair done up in a ponytail.
<Marcus`> Oh nice one. *he jabs his elbow towards Dias' side*
<SPoC> 6Dias oof's and shoves Marcus ahead.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina steps in, adjusting her pants some as she sits down at the table.
* Jennifer` takes a seat, her own hair combed out near and falling down on her shoulder, actually she's really cleaned up her looks of late, though still wearing clothes that scream "military brat".
<Kit> 6Lilith enters at Raquel's side, dressed in a white long-sleeve button up and some loose slacks. A rather dramatic difference from her normal 'attires.'
* Marcus` stumbles into the meeting room, laughing, moving over to sit down.
<Kit> 6Eventually Freyja saunters in, holding a tray of hors de'veuvres or something. She nibbles on one.
<SPoC> 6Dias nods at Cheryl. as he steps in. He grabs a chair and twirls it around sitting on it.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren speaks with no preamble. "I have gotten word that General Johnson wants to meet me personally in a few hours to discuss the shapeshifters."
<Jennifer`> * Darce leans against a wall.
<Kit> 6Freyja turns rather abrubtly and blinks.
<Kit> <Freyja> Wait, the other ones. Right.
<Jennifer`> "...Trap?"
* Marcus` arches a brow, straitening up. "That's the word screaming in my head right now." He nods to Jenn.
<Kit> 6Chii pays Cheryl a casual glance and looks guilty again, peering toward the wall closest to her with an embarassed expression. She's probably listening.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren just grunts. "He says he has information about how deeply rooted they are, and wants out - to join us." 6* He motions at the map. "He picked a pub in London as the meeting site for me and him."
<Ariel> Setsuna> "Is this even the general the general you've been talking to?"
<SPoC> Do we trust him?
<DeathStar> <Warren> I don't trust anyone.
<Kit> 6Freyja laughs. 1"...A pub in London?"
<SPoC> Than what is the plan?
<SPoC> <Dias> Great, a pub. 6He sighs, having not drank in over a month now.
<DeathStar> <Warren> As much as I do not trust him, we have no information on these servants of the Dark Ones. And frankly, we cannot afford to let this go.
<Marcus`> There goes your sober month. *he notes with a frown to Dias*
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<SPoC> <Dias> And I was doing so well too. 6He frowns
<Kit> <Freyja> They don't exist in the lower circles I was angling.
* Jackieness is now known as Cassandra``
<SPoC> Do you have a tenative exit strategy than?
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<Kit> <Chii> We'll be going across seas again, just for a meeting? Wasn't his home here?
<DeathStar> 6* Warren holds up a finger. "Since we are meeting alone, I will be meeting with him in the pub there." 6* He aims a pinlight at the building that is the pub. "I will be wired, so you all can listen in. Cheryl will have a squad stationed here, across the street, on this rooftoop to see if it is a trap." 6* He aims the penlight at a second building.
<SPoC> 6Dias tilts his head as he studies the plans. He than twists around, reading it upside down.
<DeathStar> <Warren> If it is a fake, we'll capture him and study him.
<Kit> <Freyja> How will you tell if it's a fake?
<DeathStar> <Warren> Hopefully he'll do something stupid.
<SPoC> Should I prepare a sniper rifle?
<Kit> <Freyja> Hmm. Heheh.
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<DeathStar> <Warren> It would perhaps be best.
<Jennifer`> Darce> "...I take it no one here's ever tried a read on these things?"
<Kit> <Chii> I couldn't tell the difference.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Nor could I.
<SPoC> <Dias> Of course, we're all gifted mind readers. 6He waves his fingers.
<Kit> <Lilith> ...There was nothing irregular.
* Jackieness is now known as Cassandra``
<SPoC> 6Dias than sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as three people chime in.
<Jennifer`> Darce> "Interesting, so they match thoughts too? I'd love to get a deep scan on one of them."
* Jennifer` shudders.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren just ignores Darce.
<Kit> <Chii> I don't know about thoughts... I just couldn't sense the difference between it and the real thing.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Everyone should gear up. Freyja, I want to speak to you after this meeting.
<Kit> <Freyja> Alright.
<Marcus`> <Theron> Who will be going with Cheryl?
* SPoC stands up and moves off to their armory
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Whoever can handle this type of mission.
<Kit> <Chii> It would be best if they were marksman, right? On a roof?
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl shrugs, apparantly not caring.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I'll stay here, I think. Wait until you all come back.
* Jennifer` stands up, looking to Cheryl.
<Kit> <Chii> I can handle a rifle if I must, but...
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Anyway, I'll be in the hanger.
<Kit> 6Chii gestures to SPoC and Lilith. 1"...They have that kind of experience too, right?"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl pushes off the wall and moves out.
<Jennifer`> Darce> "I guess I'm goin then, this place is too quiet as it is." *he uncrosses his arms, pushes off the wall, and steps out*
<Marcus`> I'll inform Cassandra incase she is willing to go. *he stands and steps out, going towards Cassandra's room.*
<Marcus`> So. Dias. Are we going?
* Jennifer` looks at Warren.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren sits there, leaning back in his seat.
<SPoC> <Dias> Uhh...6He looks at Warren. 1"You think you'll need some brute force?
<Kit> 6Freyja leans against the wall, nibbling on another appetizer while she waits for people to thin out.
<DeathStar> <Warren> *waves his hand* Sure. Why not. Go play.
* Cassandra`` doing one-armed push up in her quarters.
<SPoC> <Dias> Sweet. 6He nods to Marcus and stands up.
<Cassandra``> 6<12Myria6> *packing her things up*
<Marcus`> *Theron knocks at Cass' door shortly after.
<Jennifer`> "Is this mission safe enough?"
<Cassandra``> Its unlocked!
<DeathStar> <Warren> You're not going.
<Marcus`> I think he was talking to Jennifer. *he notes to Dias, but shrugs and stands uP*
<Ariel> Setsuna> "Hey Boss... do you think the general would object if one or more of our people were in the pub, off duty?"
<DeathStar> 6* Warren says to Jennifer.
<Kit> 6Chii rubs her head, then shrugs and goes to follow SPoC to where she ambled off.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Yes. I do. And he knows all of us.
<Marcus`> <Theron> You missed a meeting. We're heading out soon. Please get ready.
<SPoC> 6Depends on how long it took Chii to decide that, she'd probably ahve lost her already
<Kit> 6Chii leans back into the meeting room and squints. 1"...Where's the armoury?"
* Marcus` walks off with Dias to get his things.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Lets keep the team across the street for now.
<Cassandra``> Alright. *does a handstand and then bends herself to land on her feet, walking to get armed*
* Jennifer` smiles and nods, heading to the hangar.
<Ariel> Setsuna> "Damn... is it a crime to want a drink these days?"
<Kit> <Freyja> What do you drink?
<Marcus`> We'll be staking out a pub, while Warren has a meeting with General Johnson. *he informs her, then moves to step out*
* SPoC moves into the armory and moves over to a sniper rifle. She pulls it out and cocks it, clicking the trigger. Satisifed she slings it over her back and steps out
<DeathStar> <Warren> Now, if the rest of you all will exit the meeting room, I have things I need to discuss with Freyja.
* Cassandra`` steps into the armory and starts to suit up.
<Marcus`> NRP: Theron*
<SPoC> 6Dias claps his hands and steps out moving towards his room.
<Ariel> 6* Setsuna eyes Freya like it was a trick question, then leaves
* SPoC nods to Cass as she steps out. She heads to the hanger
<Kit> 6Freyja shrugs. 1"So much for being hospitable." 6She peers toward Warren
<DeathStar> 6* Warren cups his fingers together, tapping them.
* Jennifer` heads into the hangar and just sorta stands there, possibly looking to see everyone off.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl adjusts her tactical suit.
<Kit> 6Chii stalks Cassandra. She's a walking arsenal, but finds the armoury by doing so and rummages around for a rifle.
<Marcus`> *Theron steps into the hanger, rifle in hand.
* SPoC steps into the hanger she looks over at Cheryl.
<Ariel> 6* Setsuna goes to get some light gear this time... taking a sniper rifle instead of her regular guns.
* Cassandra`` finishes prepping and then heads for the hangar.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl grips her breasts, squeezing them. "Hm."
<Marcus`> *Theron adjusts his tact suit, and secures the katana on his back, then tilts his head at Cheryl squeezing her boobs.
<SPoC> Is everything fine, Cheryl?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Just wondering why this chest is so tight.
<Kit> 6Chii eyes Setsuna and takes her choice in a rifle, following along, whistling a tune.
<SPoC> Is it possible that your chest has grown? 6She tilts her head.
* Jennifer` blinks and looks away, having been watchign Cheryl.
<SPoC> 6Dias steps in wearing a black hoody and blue jeans.
* Marcus` steps in after Dias in his usual garb, brown trench and all, he adjusts his gloves. "I really want to punch something."
<SPoC> <Dias> You could try punching Cheryl.
<Kit> <Chii> I'd have to test this rifle.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I doubt my chest suddenly grew. I think Warren just designed these things on purpose.
<SPoC> Is it a possible side effect of your recent bonding?
<Marcus`> <Theron> I do feel as if my moral has been raised. *he notes to Cheryl*
<Jennifer`> "When do I get a cool costume?"
<Cassandra``> They do seem to lift and push out...
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> *glares at Theron*
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl pulls on a sexy headset, hating being the leader.
<Marcus`> *Theron frowns.
<Kit> 6Chii peers down at Jennifer. 1"...You mean those funky suits? I don't have one..."
<Jennifer`> * Darce chuckles and checks over a row of spikes strapped to his coats interior.
<Marcus`> When you leave the itty titty brigade and join the bouncy booby squad. *he says with Jennifer*
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Ungh.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl walks onto the jet.
* Cassandra`` boards the jet.
<Kit> 6Chii gazes and does a turn, still garbed up like some old age kunoichi with a pair of guns and a sniper rifle. She follows Cheryl up the ramp. "1...Bonding can affect your bust?"
* Jennifer` blinks at Marcus. "Ummm... kay."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> No.
* SPoC stares at her her smaller bust and then walks on.
<Kit> <Chii> Noticed.
* Marcus` gives her a thumbs up and steps onto the jet.
<Kit> <Chii> Er, noted.
<SPoC> 6Dias steps on.
<DeathStar> -TIME JUMP-
<DeathStar> Location: London
<DeathStar> 6* It is night. Omnious. Cheryl stands on the roof, peering down at the pub.
* SPoC stands beside her, her sniper rifle propper and her frown mask on.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl puts a hand to her headset. "We're in position, Warren. You can enter the pub."
<Marcus`> *Theron sits by SPoC, keeping his eyes about.
<Kit> 6Chii marks the other side of Cheryl, gazing through the finder scope and generally scouting the area for anything. Unusual. For the UK.
<Jennifer`> * Darce sits on his own, eyes closed, the device on his face not lit, seemingly off.
* SPoC shifts, her sight trained on Warren as he moves
* Marcus` sits by SPoC, watching Warren.
* Cassandra`` checks her weapons, ready to rain fire on the street, so to speak.
<SPoC> 6Dias sits against an air duct.
<Ariel> 6* Setsuna sits quietly with her rifle, just taking it easy.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren exits a cab at the end of the block and stands, peering away from the pub, but refusing to look up to where he knows the others are posted before heading for the pub entry.
<Kit> <Chii> Why's it always a bar?
<SPoC> <Dias> Because there's a lot of people.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I wish the General wanted to meet me. *she sighs wistfuly*
<Kit> <Chii> ...A mall, then." 6She pauses and gazes at Cheryl.
<Jennifer`> Darce> "Then you wouldn't be stuck with us."
<DeathStar> 6* A few people stumble out of the pub drunk, shifting past Warren to stumble off and celebrate the great ol' city of London
<DeathStar> 6* Or piss in it's streets.
<SPoC> Two bogey's passing by. 6She shifts her arm around them.
<SPoC> NRP: err not bogeys.
* Marcus` wipes at his nose, and sighs, apparently bored.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren narrows his eyes and enters the pub before the door shuts, gazing around slowly before approaching the front table.
<DeathStar> 6* So far, there is no sign of the General, but then again, Warren was early.
<SPoC> Lost sight. Looking. 6She shifts around, trying to find Warren through a window again.
<Kit> <Chii> Left window, one tick up from street level.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> *points* Right there. 6* And so, SpoC finds her lover boy, Warren Carmichael!
* SPoC readjust, tracking Warren again
<DeathStar> 6* Warren orders a drink, taking it to a table near one of the corners away from the more crowded ends of the pub, sure to be visible, but not next to a window to raise suspicion.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl crosses her arms. "I hate these type of missions."
<Kit> <Chii> Yeah. Boring.
<Marcus`> <Theron> At least it is a beautiful night. *he glances up at the sky*
<Jennifer`> Darce> "And the fox jinxes it."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Kinda ominious to me.
<Kit> 6Chii rummages through her back sling, searching for something. She removes a small bottle. 1"Want a drink?"
<Marcus`> <Theron> Ominious? *he pauses and tilts his head* That's possible.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl shifts her gaze around, trying to spot the General.
<SPoC> 6Dias moves over to the side of the building and glances around.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren pulls out his datapad and looms over it.
* Marcus` keeps his head down, he glances at Chii. "I would."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> *shifts her gaze toward Marcus*
<Kit> 6Chii offers the bottle after taking a small drink.
<Marcus`> Or not. *he sees Cheryl's look*
<DeathStar> 6* A figure begins to hurry down the street, trying to look inconscpious, but failing. He even wears a large hat and large coat.
<SPoC> <Dias> We got someone coming.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl gazes back, raising her binoculars.
<Kit> 6Chii shrugs and puts the bottle away, looking around and eventually tracking the oddity.
<Marcus`> *Theron shifts to watch said figure.
<SPoC> <Dias> Guy in the large hat and coat.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I see him. 6* She taps her headset. "We have someone suspicious approaching the pub, Warren."
<DeathStar> 6* Warren grunts in response, continuing to glare at the datapad as if interrogating it.
<DeathStar> 6* The figure steps into the pub. Removing the hat, it is indeed General Johnson. He glances around, then spots Warren and moves over, sitting at his table. "So you actually came."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Show time, people.
* Cassandra`` nods and gets ready in case something hits...
<SPoC> Locking onto Johnson. 6She shifts slightly, zooming her scope on Johnson's head.
<Cassandra``> I'm less concerned about Johnson than I am with what may be following him...
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Keep an eye out, Cassandra.
<Jennifer`> Darce> *sits up a bit and pays attention*
<Cassandra``> Roger.
<Kit> <Chii> The mission's to catch him, anyway.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren makes a single wave with his hand toward the chair across, sliding the datapad across the table to him. 1"Beneath it. Up the nose."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> *silently repeats what Warren just said, completely confuseD*
* SPoC zooms back and begins glancing around the bar, but keeping close within Johnson's proximity
<Kit> 6Chii adjusts the finder scope, looking across to check the roof of the pub and the adjacent buildings.
<Marcus`> *Theron glances at Cheryl.
<DeathStar> 6* The General eyes the datapad, then Warren* And how do I know that isn't some stunner? 6* He goes to say more when a waitress places a cup of beer down next to him, and walks off, bopping. He glances at Warren's drink, then his own, picking it up and taking a swallow, then setting it down. "Well?"
* Marcus` sits up, glancing about for people to watch.
<DeathStar> 6* Marcus could see a dog urinating on a fire hydyrant.
* Marcus` tilts his head, then looks about for more suspicious like people.
<SPoC> 6Dias leans against the edge of the building as he looks down teh streets
<DeathStar> 6* Warren stares at Johnson. 1"You want to join us, you listen to me. This conversation is over if not."
<DeathStar> <General> Look. *taps his finger on the table* I'm putting my life on the line here. You're a bunch of arrogant regenades, but the fact is this is bigger than both of us. And I'm not going to jump hoops just because you think you're a big fucking shot." 6* He takes another swallow of his drink as if to emphasis. "What the hell does it do?"
<DeathStar> 6* The streets are scarcely populated. Just a few people here and there, going for walks, or talking as they stand around. None look threatening. But this is TAW4.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren grunts. 1"Lets me keep an eye on you. Whether you're running... or kidnapped..." 6He shrugs.
<Kit> <Chii> I'm seeing a whole lot of nothing.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Perhaps this is legit.
<Cassandra``> Then if something hits, whoever it is will be competent.
* Marcus` just watches a group of people talking, since they seem interesting enough.
<DeathStar> 6* Johnson begins to sweat, wiping at his forehead. "So that's how it is? Hah..." 6* He coughs into his hand. "God, you're an arrogant prick, Carmichael."
<SPoC> The enemy will most likely send just one person to stop this. 6She zooms back, bringing Johnson and Warren back in view.
<SPoC> <Dias> Well my superhero-senses aren't tingling...6He crosses his arms.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> So far I'm not getting anything, either.
<Ariel> Setsuna> "Keep your eyes open, still."
<DeathStar> 6* Warren takes a drink, then sets the glass down, narrowing his eyes. 1"Nervous, Johnson? It's for you as much as me. Are you going to step up, or are you feeling safer on your own?"
<Kit> <Chii> ...Well, the most killing intent I'm feeling is from a bunch of pissants shoving each other around the barstools.
<DeathStar> 6* Johnson wipes at his forehead, tugging at his collar. "Fuck you. These things are every...where..." 6* He tugs at his collar again. "Damn, it's hot." 6* He sips his drink again, trying to cool off.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> ...
<SPoC> Johnson seems to be acting more than nervous.
<Kit> <Chii> He sure is... sweating a lot.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Either our General is feeling nervous, or something's up.
<Marcus`> <Theron> I would believe it may be the latter.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> *taps her headset* Warren, is everything okay?
<DeathStar> 6* Warren stands slowly and starts to move away. 1"I guess we're through here if you don't trust us."
<DeathStar> 6* Johnson goes to answer, when he makes a gurgling sound and his face slams into the table, his eyes wide open.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> What the fuck?
<SPoC> The drink. I do not recall him ordering one.
<DeathStar> <Warren> No. Everything is not okay.
<Kit> <Chii> Poisoned?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Shit. Shit. The waitress?
<Cassandra``> Got a bead on the waitress?
* Marcus` straitens up more and glances around.
<Ariel> 6* Setsuna sits up sharply, viewing the room through her scope, "...I have a bad feeling about this..."
* SPoC zoombs back, her scope moving to find the waitress.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> No, I don't! 6* There's no sign of the waitress now
<SPoC> No sign. We need to get him out.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Likely. They can look like anyone.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl pounds her fist on the side of the building. "I hate these things."
<DeathStar> 6* As Warren moves away from the table, a shot flies out at him from inside the pub.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Mission is failed. We need to vacate.
<Marcus`> It would be nice if their body temperature or something like that was different. *he grits his teeth at hearing the shot*
* SPoC shifts her aim to try and find the shooter
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl shifts and leaps off the roof, falling down onto the street in a crouch.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren drops to avoid the shot.
<SPoC> 6Dias leaps over the edge, sliding down the fire escape.
<Kit> <Chii> Fuck." 6Searches for a gunmen inside.
* Marcus` moves after Dias.
<Cassandra``> Cover us. *leaps down from the rooftop to land on the street, assault rifle ready*
<DeathStar> 6* So far, those on the roof can see nothing
<Ariel> 6* Setsuna keeps scanning for a target
<Jennifer`> * Darce grabs his spikes and leaps down after her.
<Marcus`> *Theron does a sweep along the street for potential unfriendlies.
<DeathStar> 6* Inside the pub, people begin to panic and flood out of the pub. Chaos ensures now.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Okay, since this is canned anyway.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren reverts back to his true form. A military girl. The pub begins to darken.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl shoves drunkened, frenzied people aside, staring at the pub in confusion. "What the hell?"
<Cassandra``> ...what just happened?
<Kit> <Chii> It was Freyja.
<DeathStar> 6* No more shots fly out. Apparantly that confused the fuck out of the assailiate, too
<Marcus`> *Theron moves down to the street now.
* Marcus` lands after Dias and glances about at all the crazy people.
* Cassandra`` moves around the pub to the back.
<Kit> 6Chii squints. 1"...I didn't say anything since apparently neither of them wanted even us to know."
<SPoC> 6Dias watches the crazy people running out.
<Cassandra``> *comm* I'm covering the back door.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl grunts and shoves her way into the emptied out pub now.
<DeathStar> 6* A guy busts out the back door, running into CAss. He screams, holding up his arms. "Don't kill me!"
<Kit> <Freyja> Sorry about the ruse. I'm just trying to avoid being shot, already poisoned." 6She slowly shifts, hiding aside the counter, gazing around the pub.
<SPoC> 6Dias shoves his way in.
* Marcus` moves to push through the people, moving after Dias.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Where's the waitress?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Anyone see her?
<Jennifer`> * Darce moves inside, walking over to where Johnson was sitting.
<Kit> 6Chii gazes across the tops of the roofs again, all the other ventures are covered.
<DeathStar> 6* Johnson is stillt here. Dead.
<Marcus`> Yeah I seriously doubt she is still looking like the waitress.
* SPoC taps her ear piece. 1"Cheryl, check Johnson for anything. He may brought something on him.
<Cassandra``> Get down on the ground.
<Jennifer`> * Darce checks to see if he has anything useful on him.
<Kit> <Freyja> Don't get too close to Johnson. I'm not sure if it was in the drinks or airborne.
<DeathStar> 6* The guy gets on the ground, quivering in fear.
* Cassandra`` gives him a sweep with her sensory suite.
<DeathStar> 6* Apparantly, Johnson didn't have anything on him. Paranoid fucker.
<Kit> <Freyja> He might have been the weapon all along.
<DeathStar> 6* Nothing on him out of the ordinary.
<Marcus`> *Theron finally makes it down and glances around, patiently waiting for the streets to clear.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl grits her teeth.
<Jennifer`> Darce> "Great, he doesn't have anything."
<DeathStar> 6* In the distance, sirens can be heard. Someone called the police.
<SPoC> 6Dias sighs as he stares at the liqour on the shelves
<Cassandra``> *comm* I have one civilian detained, nothing out of the ordinary. Should I turn him loose?
<SPoC> <C> Cheryl, police.
<Jennifer`> Darce> "This is about the time we haul ass."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> <Comm> I don't know. Does he look shapeshifting?
<Cassandra``> *comm* I'm not picking up anything on sensors...assuming my sensors can see past the disguise.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl grits her teeth. "Goddammit. Let him go."
<Cassandra``> Alright, get out of here.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl eyes Johnnson. "I don't suppose any of his teeth are fake? Like in a spy movie?'
<DeathStar> 6* The guy gets up and hurries off.
<DeathStar> 6* The sounds of the sirens are getting closer.
<Marcus`> I doubt it. We should probably get going.
<Cassandra``> *comm* Do we pull out?
<Jennifer`> Darce> "Didn't find anything. I looked, we should go now."
<SPoC> <C> Seconds.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl on comm> Pull out now. 6* She hurries for the door when suddenly a blast beam flies at the pub. She slides on breaks.
<SPoC> 6Dias turns and suddenly drops, ducking.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Oh fuck me.
* Cassandra`` pulls out down the back alley!
* Marcus` turns and widens his eyes.
<Marcus`> Down! *he hits the ground*
<Kit> 6Freyja throws up her hands and tries to form a barrier for the time being, but she isn't feeling too damn well at the moment.
<DeathStar> 6* The blast beam hits the building head on, causing a massive explosion as the building collapses in on itself. It seems it was a ship beam.
* SPoC shifts her aim to find wher ethe beam came from.
<Kit> <Chii> The hell..." 6Gazes up with the finder scope.
<DeathStar> 6* A dark ship is in the sky.
<Jennifer`> * Darce rolls out, coughing, covered in ash. "Bloody hell."
<Kit> <Chii> Shimata.
<Ariel> 6* Setsuna starts vacating the sniper's nest... they can't deal with a ship.
<DeathStar> 6* The police pull up.
<Marcus`> *Theron, down in the streets, shields himself from the blast, he backs down the alley, gazing up at the ship.
<Kit> <Chii> Time to get lost, everyone..." 6She grabs up the rifle and begins retreating from the roof.
* SPoC looks over at the ruined pub, searching it quickly.
<Kit> 6Chii tries the comms as she descends the stairs. 1"Cheryl, respond. Are you guys?"
* Cassandra`` darts down the alley, optical camo kicking on as she fades out of sight.
<DeathStar> 6* Their jet suddenly flies up, it's ramp lowering. The cops step out, aiming their guns, yelling orders, not knowing what's going on
<Jennifer`> Darce> "On the jet."
<Jennifer`> * Darce attempts to start confusing the cops telepathically, these are not the droids you're looking for.
* SPoC grabs the edge of the roof and she drops down, slowing her descent with a rope. She lands and dashes for the jet.
<Kit> 6Chii bursts out of the front of the building, trailing behind SPoC. 1"...Cheryl, respond?"
* Cassandra`` comes out from another alley, dashing toward the ramp.
<Marcus`> *Theron comes from the alley, dashing to get onto the Jet.
<Jennifer`> * Darce heads for the jet, continuing his little manifestation of confusion.
<DeathStar> 6* The enemy ship locks onto the jet. They only have seconds now to get on it
* SPoC runs up the ramp.
<Ariel> 6* Setsuna moves for the jet, cursing under her breath.
<Cassandra``> Punch it! *shouted as she leaps into the jet*
<Kit> 6Chii crouches inside, stringing curses across the comm.
<Jennifer`> * Darce hops on and sighs a bit.
<Ariel> 6* Setsuna dives into the jet, and lays there.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren sits in the pilot's seat, adjusting his headset. "We're pulling out now!"
<Kit> <Chii> Cheryl and Freyja aren't here..!
* Cassandra`` straps herself in.
<DeathStar> 6* He swings the jet around. "No time!"
<Marcus`> <Theron> Nor are Dias and Marcus.
<Kit> <Chii> ...Oh, right.
* SPoC tosses her sniper rifle down and she moves upto the pilots seat.
<DeathStar> 6* The enemy ship begins to open fire. Warren hits the boosters and zooms away as the beam hits the street, causing more explosions.
<DeathStar> 6* The enemy ship turns and begins to give chase after them.
* SPoC sits in the co-pilots seat.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren frowns, flicking some switches. He flies at a certain big clock.
<Kit> <Chii> This thing have any weapons?
<DeathStar> <Warren> *grunts*
<Kit> <Chii> BAH
<DeathStar> 6* The enemy ship fires again. Warren flips the jet to the side as the beam hits the clock tower.
<DeathStar> 6* Blowing it up.
<Cassandra``> ...firing into a civilian area...
<DeathStar> 6* As a piece of the clock tower flies, it slams into the jet, causing them to bang around
<DeathStar> <Warren> ... hold on.
<Ariel> Setsuna> "...was that just a national landmark?"
<Marcus`> *Theron hangs on. "...I do believe so."
<DeathStar> 6* They spin out of control toward some buildings.
<Ariel> Setsuna> "...just checking."
<SPoC> Buildings. 6She points
<DeathStar> <Warren> *grunts*
<Cassandra``> I believe it housed Big Ben...
<DeathStar> 6* They smash into the roof of someone's house, skipping off their roof.
<Jennifer`> Darce> "Good gods..."
<Kit> <Chii> Aren't they supposed to be feigning as allies right now? Blowing up civilian landmarks is a bad morale booster.
<DeathStar> <Warren> *just pops a vicodin*
<SPoC> Apparently they do not care. 6She brings up a map.
<Marcus`> <Theron> They are attacking criminals. They are justified.
<DeathStar> k6* They come back down again and smash into someone's house. As they come to a stop, they can see a guy with a lazy eye staring at them, his girlfriend in bed next to them. It appears they stopped inches from hitting them.
<Kit> <Chii> They just attacked my best friend and sister. I'll fucking rip them apart.
<Kit> 6Chii stares out the window. 1"Either his luckiest or worst day ever."
<DeathStar> 6* Warren grabs a datapad and stands up.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Time to move.
* SPoC stands up, moving to the back. She picks up the sniper rifle again and slings it across her back.
<Ariel> 6* Setsuna pulls herself up off the ground.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren hits the self-destruct button. "Someone tell those two to run."
* Cassandra`` dashed!
<Marcus`> <Theron> Very well. *he points* Run.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren hurries out of the jet.
<Cassandra``> Lover boy, run! Take her with you!
* SPoC steps off the jet and moves after Warren.
<Jennifer`> * Darce grumbles and checks his things, following after Warren.
<DeathStar> 6* The man runs off and leaves his girl behind. She cries, sliding down a wall.
<Marcus`> *Theron seems amused with himself when he moves out after Warren.
<Ariel> 6* Setsuna runs as fast as her legs will carry her.
<Cassandra``> Damn it! *grabs the girl and runs!*
<DeathStar> 6* Warren hurries out of the man's house, glancing up as the enemy ship approaches. He pauses, then looks around.
<SPoC> Sewers?
<Kit> 6Chii exits the ship with her own rifle, pursuing Cassandra, gazing at the woman's upside-down face. 1"You're too good for him anyway."
<DeathStar> <Warren> This way. 6* He runs, moving further into the civilian buildings. They always hide in sewers. Enemy will expect it.
* SPoC moves after Warren.
<DeathStar> 6* The woman bitches at them for ruining her house
<Cassandra``> What do I do with her?!
<Ariel> 6* Setsuna heads after Warren, resisting the urge to shoot a shot into the air to shut the woman up
<Jennifer`> * Darce keeps on following Warren.
<DeathStar> 6* The jet suddenly explodes, completely demolishing the house and the jet. A huge fireball rises in the sky.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Knock her out. Dump her.
* Cassandra`` plants her down and knocks her out!
<Marcus`> <Theron> My past experiences tell me she will not shut up as long as she is awake. *Theron moves along after Warren*
<DeathStar> 6* Warren ducks into someone's backyard, hiding in it.
* SPoC leaps in, kneeling behind a bush
* Cassandra`` then joins the others.
<DeathStar> 6* The enemy ship remains in the air, probably scanning the area.
<Jennifer`> * Darce finds cover.
<Kit> 6Chii peers down at the noisey woman and spits on her before following Warren. 1"So, do we have a backup backup plan?"
<DeathStar> <Warren> Yes. Survive.
<Kit> <Chii> Cute.
<Marcus`> *Theron shifts to get out of sight.
<DeathStar> 6* A spotlight shines down near their position, sweeping the area.
* SPoC remains perfectly still.
<Marcus`> *Theron doesn't breath, apparently that would give him away.
<DeathStar> 6* The spotlight vanishes and the ship flies up above the cloud line.
<DeathStar> <Warren> ...
* Cassandra`` glances at Warren.
<Marcus`> *Theron still doesn't move, waiting for furthur orders.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Most likely, military forces will be here soon. We need to disperse into the populace.
<Kit> <Chii> ...Disperse?
* SPoC looks at Warren then quickly dissassembles her gun.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren pockets his datapad and pulls off tactical suit's top.
<DeathStar> 6* He is wearing normal clothing underneath, somehow.
<Kit> <Chii> As in seperate? How the heck will we meet up again?
* SPoC pulls off her her mask, letting her hair fall down. She begins to take off her tact suit top.
<Marcus`> *Theron glances around and then begins to removes his weapons.
<DeathStar> <Warren> No splitting up.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren breaks his gun down into basic parts, pocketing them.
* Cassandra`` starts pulling off her suit as well.
<Jennifer`> * Darce slides his spikes away and fixes his coat, he grabs something from a pocket and puts it on his face.
* SPoC stands in her bra. and tact bottom. She drops a backpack and pulls out a black t-shirt, pulling it over.
<Kit> 6Chii lets out a string of curses and peers at the building they're near, looking for any open windows.
<DeathStar> 6* None. What do you think this is? The country in 1850?
* Cassandra`` collapses her weapon's frame into a backpack lookalike.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren snaps his fingers for Setsuna to make herself normal.
<Kit> <Chii> ...I'm dressed like a goddamn ninja. How am I going to blend in?
* SPoC disassembles her pistol, sliding it in a small fanny back.
<Marcus`> *Theron breaks the rifle down, and begins sliding his suit off.
<Jennifer`> Darce> "Take off the mask?"
<Kit> 6Chii stares at Darce, not wearing a mask to begin with.
<Cassandra``> Here I am..in a sports bra and skin tight pants...
<DeathStar> <Warren> ... well, you were Miss. March.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren begins to move off, hopping over backyard fences.
<Cassandra``> ...no on elets me forget it.
* Cassandra`` follows Warren.
<Jennifer`> * Darce thinks she's not dressed like a Ninja then.
* SPoC takes a deep breath letting it out. She slides her sniper rifle in the bushes then turns, moving after Warren
<Ariel> Setsuna> "Can your armour help here?" *ninjaed to civies*
<Marcus`> *Theron eventually gets himself looking as normal as possible, he places his Katana with SPoC's rifle and adjusts his tank, moving after Warren.
<Kit> 6Chii gapes at Setsuna in a horrendous omgwtf manner.
<Kit> <Chii> Would be nice if I could magic myself like you or Freyja. Damn it.
<Ariel> Setsuna> "What? Magic?"
<DeathStar> 6* Warren keeps moving along. Run run run.
<Kit> 6Chii glares toward Darce. 1"Hey, let me borrow the coat."
* X1 has joined #taw
<Jennifer`> * Darce looks at her and pulls it off, handing it to her, it's unusually heavy.
<DeathStar> -TIME JUMP-
<DeathStar> Stardate: 10-588.3.3
<DeathStar> Location: London
<DeathStar> 6* The next day, the team finds themselves at an anime/comic convention. Warren sits there casually, looking at his datapad.
<DeathStar> <Geeky Boy Dressed as a Female Anime Character> Neat costume. 6* He tells Chii, thumbingu p.
* Marcus` sits there, eating a sandwich he got from the food court.
<Marcus`> NRP: Theron*
<Kit> 6Chii stares at him with a death look.
* Marcus` is now known as Theron
* SPoC sits on the bench next to Warren.
<Kit> <Chii> Do you have any idea how many of these Freyja dragged me to?
<SPoC> Is it normal for people to dress this way? 6She peers around curiously
<DeathStar> <Warren> No.
<Jennifer`> Darce> "JUst be careful with that coat."
<DeathStar> 6* A guy in a furry outfit glomps Darce, thinking he's a tiger
<Kit> 6Chii hands the coat back to Darce. It's unnecessary here.
<SPoC> I see.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren grunts. "There."
<Jennifer`> * Darce stands in a white undershirt and slacks, his Atlean stripes plainly visible. He takes it back, pulling it on.
<Ariel> Setsuna> "......"
<DeathStar> 6* Warren lowers his datapad, which has a world map and a blinking dot.
<Cassandra``> ...well...what's the word?
* Theron looks over a schedule of events with his other hand. "Interesting." He glancing over at Warren.
<DeathStar> <Warren> I planted a tracer on the enemy ship before rescuing you all. It appears the ship is here. 6* He points to a location several hundred miles from London.
<Cassandra``> Is it in dock or still in the air?
<Ariel> Setsuna> "...so... why are we here?"
<DeathStar> <Warren> *rubs his chin, thinking* Docked. 6* He doesn't answer Setsuna.
<Theron> <Theron> I personally would like to get to helping our friends.
<Cassandra``> Counter-op?
<Kit> <Chii> So we know where the ship's at. Where's Cheryl and the others?
<SPoC> Than that is where the others are.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren picks up his datapad, flipping through something. "That I am still trying to determine."
<DeathStar> 6* Some anime girls walk by, giggling at the team.
<Theron> What is...the point of these panels? *he glances up from the schedule*
<Kit> 6Chii anxiously moves from foot to foot, then poses for another picture-- by putting a gun to a kid's head-- unfortunately the bastard smiles and laughs and quickly leaves with the photographer.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren picks up some pocky, eating it as he browses his datapad. "There." 6* He eyes a report. "They managed to retrieve the others from the wreckage of the pub."
<DeathStar> <Warren> And yes, they are on the ship.
<Kit> <Chii> It depends on the panel's owner, really. Most of the time they're to promote upcoming ideas or to inform on aspects of the animation industry--" 6She peers at Warren.
<Kit> <Chii> What!?
<Cassandra``> Figures.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren frowns. "Getting on the ship will be difficult."
<Theron> <Theron> Getting their will also be challenging, we do not have a ship.
<SPoC> Murphy's Law stands true.
<Kit> 6Chii sneaks over and attempts to swift one of Warren's pockey. 1"...They're captured. But that means they're okay, right?"
<DeathStar> <Warren> Not necessarily.
<DeathStar> <Warren> They could have been implanted like Pope and Em.
<Kit> <Chii> Somehow I don't think Freyja or Cheryl would go for that.
<SPoC> It is most likely the enemy is studying them to switch them with shapeshifters.
<Ariel> Setsuna> *cringes, remembering that*
<DeathStar> <Warren> Most likely. Let us rescue them, and one of them be a spy.
<Kit> 6Chii squints, chewing on eof the pockey. 1"...Would Marcus or Dias even be susceptible to that?"
<DeathStar> 6* Warren considers.
<DeathStar> <Warren> However, a shapeshifter will be on the ship. If we can capture one, we can study it.
* Theron tisks. "Let us hope not."
<DeathStar> <Warren> So. The first thing we must do is steal a ship capable of taking on the enemy ship.
<DeathStar> <Warren> ... *pauses, then grabs his comm, calling up the base to talk to Myria*
<SPoC> Perhaps there is one at this convention. 6She looks seriously at Warren
<Cassandra``> From where?
<Kit> <Chii> Sweet. Where do we find one of those?
<Cassandra``> 6<12Myria6> *comm* I'm taking a bath!
<DeathStar> <Warren> ... ...
<DeathStar> <Warren> Myria. I need your anime mecha gear.
<Jennifer`> Darce> "My ship's on the other contient."
<DeathStar> 6* Warren says it completely serious
<Cassandra``> 6<12Myria6> *comm* Muh?
<DeathStar> <Warren> Yes. THAT one.
<Kit> 6Chii sighs slightly. 1"If Cheryl wasn't one of the captured..."
<Cassandra``> 6<12Myria6> *comm* Oh...ok...let me dry off and I'll fly by...
<DeathStar> <Warren> Good. Lock onto my coordinates and park outside
<DeathStar> 6* Warren clicks off.
<DeathStar> <Warren> ... ...
<Theron> <Theron> You are a desperate man, Warren.
<DeathStar> <Warren> I am merely using my surroundings to baffle my enemy. They will not suspect it is a real gear here at this convention.
<Theron> It's a brilliant idea.
<DeathStar> <Warren> I know.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren pops a vicodin. His inspiration.
<Cassandra``> NRP: Stoner.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren kicks a little kid away from his gun and moves for the exit.
* SPoC stands up and moves after Warren waving at the little kid.
<Ariel> 6* Setsuna rubs her head. This is a nightmare.
* Theron tosses his trash, following after Warren.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren waits outside. It smells better.
<Theron> I am still baffled as to why they are unable to properly clean themselves.
<Cassandra``> They're social rejects.
<SPoC> Is this also normal for these people? 6He looks at Theron
<SPoC> NTRP: She
* Theron shrugs, he knows about as much as SPoC.
<Kit> 6Chii exits finally, loosing a smoke grenade of sorts and closing the door behind her. 1"Heheh. Itching powder."
<Jennifer`> Darce> "I don't get it. Why are people even fans of this stuff, it's not even really fiction these days."
<Kit> <Chii> No more freakin' pictures.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren just stares at Chii.
<DeathStar> 6* A riot ensures inside the anime convention.
<Kit> <Chii> What?
<DeathStar> 6* Warren eyes the riot. He smacks his face.
<Ariel> Setsuna> *sighs* "...where's the sake..."
<Kit> 6Chii leans back in. 1"Free signing at the TAHGB booth!"
<DeathStar> 6* Warren eyes his gun, as if debating using it on himself. Again.
* Theron glances about. To make sure no one is watching them.
<DeathStar> 6* Most of the fans seem to be caught up in Chii's riot. Or other things that fans get caught up in.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren looks to the sky, waiting on Myria.
<Kit> <Chii> ...So these days people make things as elaborate as mock gears?
<Cassandra``> 6* There is a dust cloud that gets kicked up in front of the convention center and then Myria's gear fades into view.
<DeathStar> 6* All the fans stop to stare at Myria's gear.
<Theron> *Theron smirks.
<Cassandra``> 6<12Myria6> *pops up the cockpit and hops out*
<DeathStar> 6* Warren grunts in approval. "Good."
<Kit> <Chii> ...Can we actually ride that?
<Ariel> Setsuna> "...she's fast."
<Cassandra``> 6<12Myria6> *poses!*
<DeathStar> <Warren> ... 6* He climbs up onto the gear's hand.
<Kit> 6Chii leaps up until she's in the other. She shivers.
* SPoC climbs up herself.
<Jennifer`> * Darce climbs up, finding a comfy spot.
* Theron hops up onto it, shifting for a spot by the cockpit that he can hang onto.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren stands there.
* Cassandra`` finds a place to ride as well.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Someone will have to fly.
<Cassandra``> 6<12Myria6> "What are you doing?" *blinkies*
<DeathStar> <Warren> ... Look, Myria, shiny things inside the convention!
<DeathStar> 6* Warren points.
<Ariel> Setsuna> "Do you expect that to..."
* Cassandra`` has quit IRC (Ping timeout)
<DeathStar> 6* Warren considers that to have worked.
* SPoC looks over at Warren. 1"I will fly it than."
<DeathStar> <Warren> Go ahead.
* SPoC climbs into the cockpit and closes it
* Theron doesn't mention that he's a brilliant gear pilot, or that this is an Erus gear.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren doesn't bother to care.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren grips a finger as he waits for SPoC to take off.
* SPoC awkwardly lifts the gear up, as she gets used to it
* Theron holds on tight.
<DeathStar> 6* The fans freak out
<Jennifer`> * Darce holds on.
* SPoC brings the gear up high and shifts it around, moving towards their location
<Kit> 6Chii just seems to look depressed for some reason.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren calmly stands there as the gear rattles about, then flies high.
<SPoC> NRP: Desitnation.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren narrows his eyes. His enemy is out there.
<DeathStar> -TO BE CONTINUED-
Session Close: Tue Jan 08 22:33:02 2008