Slayer And Masque In The Warehouse

<Mina‘Haplo> [ It was about half-past midnight, on the eastern end of Paxia. It was the coastal part of the city, lined with docks and warehouses, the sound of the sea’s waves splashing up against the docks not far away. The light of the red moon was starting to be obscured by thick cloud cover coming in from the east… On Calliope Street, in the Pelops warehouse district, sat one such warehouse. A large, undecorated building-
<Mina‘Haplo> It was packed tightly next to its neighbouring houses, with thin alleyways marking the ’boundary' between warehouse and warehouse.]
*Tyra has found them a venue to have a look on the roof of another warehouse not too far, examining it with her handy opera glasses. "Mm, cloud cover. Good."
*Xiri is behind her, dressed as the Slayer. Her head and face are as obscured as ever as she stands and stares towards their target, saying slowly and tersely, "What all do you know of this place?"
<Mina‘Haplo> [ Tyra can observe that the building seems to be mostly concrete in its exterior. The front loading door is wide and wooden, that retracts into the roof with a simple pulley system- it seems to be 80% of the way down currently. There’s a single chap out the front, with a fire lamp, smoking a pipe quietly. There are about two windows on the front, each 8 feet high; there might be about 1 on each side.]
*Tyra shakes her head. "Not enough, really. Playing this by the ear. It was the address for the shipments from Vickers to a Thomas Timekeeper, who was basically the source of half their income until you offed the CEO."
*Xiri peers at this chap in question. What can she discern about him?
*Xiri does say to Tyra, "I would have thought you would have acquired blueprints of this warehouse in question beforehand, at the least…"
<Mina‘Haplo> [ Xiri can discern that the chap is rather tall and thin. He doesn’t look very strong, but he has a rifle on his left side. He has the look of a practised, experienced fighter about him; he *looks*relaxed but he's actually surprisingly alert. ]
<Tyra> I only found out where it was going about a hour before I came in to the lounge. I don't have a large enough time window as is for this.
*Xiri crouches down and says, "Rifles. These are no dockworkers you are dealing with. You could be killed."
*Tyra gives a slight shrug, shifting lower as well. "Maybe. I can't let this lie and the government's dragging their heels considering the documents I found were still there."
*Xiri checks out the warehouse next - even moves about it in all directions to other rooftops if she has to, to get a good sense of what entrances there are. Breaches, vulnerabilities… spots to spy from. "Are you carrying any recording devices… such as from Diana?"
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The rear of the warehouse isn’t guarded; there's a small door there for people, in the narrow alleyway between warehouse and warehouse. It's about 15 feet from roof to floor. There are indeed windows on the side of the building.]
*Tyra shakes her head as she lurks after Xiri. "No. Time, time time. Don't have the time and she's handling a former Vickers R&D employee too."
*Xiri grunts slightly as she completes her preliminary cursor. "Not how I would like to handle my cases, but… all right." Is the side of the warehouse guarded?
<Mina‘Haplo> [ There is in fact a 2nd chap who walks around the sides and rear of the building; it takes him about 5 minutes to finish a sweep. ]
*Xiri is the kind of woman who kicks the tires of her nonexistent car before she leaves, so she does a second check to see these chaps don’t have any comm. devices … visible ones, at least.
*Tyra shakes her head. "Sorry." She follows after Xiri, though her attention seems to be more on making sure they aren't spotted.
*Tao has quit IRC (Ping timeout )
*Xiri looks back to Tyra for a moment… or at least her head does, since she displays the vast blankness of her face to her, and says, "It's fine. Come on, you don't need me to do everything."
<Mina‘Haplo> [ They have very short-ranged hand-held, for lack of a better term, walkie-talkies, strapped to their left back pocket (in both cases). ]
*Tyra smirks a little. "I’ll get us in." She peers for a moment at the roof of the warehouse, looking to see if there's any entrances from there before deciding on a particular approach.
*Xiri gestures with one finger to Tyra and points down. "Left back. Comm. devices. We have to hit these guys hard and fast, first."
<Tyra> Mm. Down them, liberate the comms.
*Xiri nods slowly as she slips towards the side of the roof, starting to stalk the patrolling one as he moves towards one of the warehouse sides. She plants her middle and index finger to the lips within, then silently marks the guy… for Death.
*Tyra murmurs something under her breath, freeing her knife.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The chap is marked! ]
*Xiri … okay. I’m going to do this in movie shot terms. Imagine one of those awkward-angle shots they use in Batman movies where the camera is placed at a 45-degree angle upwards from the ground to show people from below standing very majestic. We see the gray skies, the guy passing through the camera… nothing… and then a speck of red that grows in size.
<Xiri> [ Then the camera zooms really quickly on the Slayer, but actually is zooming in towards the point of her blade as it slams straight into the camera shot, with a fade to red as Xiri, in the next shot, pulls the comm. and crushes it. ]
*Tyra shivers for a moment as Xiri obliterates the fellow, quickly dropping down next to her and creeping towards the edge to get an eye on the guard on the front of the warehouse.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The dude doesn’t really get time to scream as he's killed messily. Scratch one guard. ]
*Xiri throws her hook up as she tosses the dude over her shoulder and climbs back up. Scratch one guard… indeed. She does take the time to examine him — particulars, identifiers… evidence.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The man has a wallet, which has some identity in it - a small card with a name, age and cheap black-and-white portrait on it. The name reads: Patrick Peacemaker, age 23. He also has a rifle! And ammunition. The rifle looks to be a Paxian make.]
<Mina`Haplo> [Meanwhile, the chap at the front is sitting quietly, smoking a pipe, oblivious to the fact that someone he knows is now a bloody mess. ]
*Xiri takes the ID card to store for later. Never know when you could use it… she moves to watch in on Tyra, just to make sure. … she does feel something. Maybe guilt. She’s not quite sure yet.
*Tyra doesn't offer Xiri much of a view for long as she's suddenly speeding across the pavement without a sound or anything. Though she does spring up into a flying kick to floor the poor bastard before bringing the hilt of her knife about.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The kick lands dead-center into his face, and he falls backward, and is then knocked out by Tyra’s knife-hilt. His pipe rolls away from him. Scratch another guard. ]
*Tyra drops him easily enough, flicking her knife back as she quickly drags him back over to the alley after grabbing the pipe. She swipes the walkie talkie (though she turns it down just in case) and relieves the fellow of his weapons and possessions.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ You Sam-Fisher the chap into the alleyway… You gain a rifle, a pistol hidden on his left leg, a wallet, a pipe, and a piece of ID labelling him as "William Wheelwright, age 25". ]
*Xiri looks towards Tyra as they gather back together again and says lowly, "… I think these are all fakes," as she tosses her the ID from the other guy.
<Mina`Haplo> [ WW also had a key on him! ]
*Tyra holds up the key, grinning for a moment before tucking it away again. She does catch the other ID, examining the two of them and frowning for a moment.
*Tyra shrugs, tucking them away. "Probably." Wallet’s liberated and tucked into a pocket as well, then she sees to tying the guy up by using his own jacket and such.
*Xiri considers for a moment. Did Tyra find an entrance from the rooftop earlier?
<Mina‘Haplo> [ She didn’t. ]
<Tyra> Let's check the back door, this key might be for it.
*Xiri nods. … when you're the Slayer, you need to nod extra hard to let people know. She slinks towards the back to examine that door, now.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ It’s a simple, thick wooden door with a brass handle and lock (the key is also brass! What are the odds). ]
*Tyra tries the key!
<Mina‘Haplo> [ -click-. The key fits! ]
*Tyra caaarefully opens the door, alert to the sound of anyone preparing to riddle it full of bullets.
<Mina`Haplo> [ The door slides open, revealing… Well, it’s a warehouse, with large shipping crates packed around the place. A steel walkway rings the upper level (8' up), accessible by two staircases, one about 5' to your left, and the other on the far end of the warehouse (100')
<Mina‘Haplo> You don’t see anyone, but… ]
*Xiri is most interested in cover, first of all. This isn't a good position for them.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ … But Xiri can in fact hear (maybe see just a little) a number of people! She can hear roughly 6 people around. 2 of them are within 30’, another 2 are about 50-60' away, and the last 2 are about 90' away. 3 of them (1 from each distance) is on the bottom floor; the rest are on the top. There are crates you could use for cover, too- Most of them can hide a person standing at near-full height, and some of them are stacked against walls. ]
<Mina‘Haplo> [ Tyra, idly, notices that there are crates. Some of them are against walls. ]
*Xiri moves towards those crates to hide behind with Tyra, and spends some time in silence behind them. "… six of ’em," she says softly, after a bit. "Three on top, three on ground."
*Tyra nods, frowning as she murmurs. "Going to be ugly. How spread out are they?"
*Xiri isn't responsive as she puts one hand to her ear for a moment, before saying, "About… thirty, sixty, ninety. Closing distance… the rest, further off."
<Mina‘Haplo> [ You’re now successfully behind cover- it'd be pretty hard to see you here. And, coming into view is another chap! Once again armed with a rifle. He's about 20' away… ]
*Xiri looks at his left back pocket. … so yes, the Slayer is checking a man's ass out, in other words. Walkie?
<Mina‘Haplo> [ Oh yes. … Not going to comment on the appealing ness of his rear in anything but a numerical level: it’s a 5.5 out of a 10, maybe. ]
*Tyra motions to the fellow and mimes a knock on the head.
*Xiri does look up to see if they could feasibly do that. Top security is a worry with situations like these.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ She can see the chap on the top floor. He has the area fairly well-covered, but every minute or so he swaps to cover a different area, leaving the chap on the bottom floor (who is, to keep the desc. to a minimum, generally wandering away from the chap up top) unwatched for about a minute. ]
*Xiri gestures to Tyra and says softly, "Move quickly on my mark. You’ve about… forty seconds." … it's for a good reason, honest.
*Tyra nods, freeing the hilt again and settling into a ready stance.
*Xiri is looking up at the guy… then… gestures, waving quickly with her hand. Go Tyra go~
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The chap up top wanders away- the guy below is vulnerable!]
*Tyra blitzes across the warehouse floor in a flash, lashing out with a swift hit to the neck the moment she’s close.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The chap doesn’t even have time to turn before the Pretty Potent Punch-Pulling Paskell Princess plants him into the floor. Scratch a guard. ]
*Tyra quickly starts dragging him back out of sight, naturally.
*Xiri is keeping tabs on the guy up above. If anyone's going to spot that the boffed guard is missing, it's him first…
*Xiri does put a hand to Tyra's shoulder to … pat? as she comes back, though.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ You pull the chap into safety… The chap up-top returns, looks down at the area below him, and sees no ally. He frowns, and… Watches the area suspiciously, before turning and heading for the stairs. He’s gonna come below!]
*Tyra glances back at Xiri, tilting her head (since raising an eyebrow would be pointless behind the mask).
*Xiri takes a deep breath, and her form begins to flicker as she mutters a very faint whisper. It's a prayer of the Sages, one that causes her form to literally warp and wrinkle out of sight as she pads along behind the man and… suddenly, he's clonked as she warps back into sight.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The man never sees the Slayer coming (ohohoho!) and he goes down like a sack of flour. ]
*Tyra seems a bit impressed as Xiri does the disappearing act, though she turns her attention to making sure no one spots Xiri.
*Xiri drags him by his hair towards their cover, and does take the time to examine his ID. She bets there will be matching names again.
<Mina`Haplo> [ The man’s name is Luke Lawcrafter. ]
<Mina‘Haplo> [ … Luke’s walkie-talkie suddenly crackles! A man is speaking over it, in a foreign language. ]
*Xiri frowns, peering 'round the corner from their cover and not making a sound. Who's making that call…
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The 2nd chap on the top level. ]
*Xiri gestures to Tyra and points up top. Can they make a move against him? Might be a stretch, this one…
<Mina`Haplo> [ He’s about 50' away, now, and he's starting to approach, walking across the top level. Chances are he's probably told the others to be on the look-out. You could certainly try something, but you'd have to be closer.]
*Tyra hefts the still retracted dagger, starting to gauge the distance to simply bean the fellow in the side of the head.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ 40’ out now. He'll be 30' away in about 10 seconds. ]
*Xiri is sadly not advanced enough yet in her Fu to possess Slayerangs, so she's at Tyra's mercy right now.
*Tyra will wait those ten seconds, then with a swift motion sends the hilt whirling through the air right at the fellow's head.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ 10 seconds pass… He’s in range! ]
*Xiri 's eyes narrow as they radiate magic under that cowl… the power of Ioun ripples through the fabrics of fate itself as Tyra's dagger…
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The dagger, at first, looks like it’s almost going to miss… Then it proeeds to knock the chap in the head, hard, and he goes down. ]
*Tyra extends a hand to catch the hilt as it smoothly arcs back into her hand.
*Xiri silently extends her hand. "Tyra… lend me a spare dagger," she whispers.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ Another voice, idly, is coming over the walkie-talkie… And another, and another. The last 3 chaps are alert now, and on the lookout. ]
*Tyra raises an eyebrow, then withdraws another knife from somewhere on her person to hand to Xiri.
*Xiri nods, and starts up the stairs, bending low to get her form more well-hidden amongst the guard-rail; she wants to take out that guy on top first. With the knife.
<Mina`Haplo> [ You can see him. He’s slightly crouched, weapon out, his eyes darting over the area… He's about 50' away. He sees his ally, and proceeds to speak into his walkie-talkie alarmingly. ]
*Tyra trails after Xiri at a safe distance, eyes flickering from watching the other woman and the remaining guards as they come into view.
*Xiri isn't really built for stealth, what with having a crimson red garment that is designed to soak blood instead of keep her hidden, but she tries her best. Sneak goes the Slayer, towards her (un?)suspecting prey…
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The guard sees Xiri… He doesn’t see Tyra. And he proceeds to freak out. Over the mic you can hear a garble of foreign words, with one word very, very clear: "SLAYER!" ]
*Xiri 's form is blurred into sudden motion as she impales him on the Stinger, and then stands up as she makes a show to buy Tyra some cover… by lobbing the bloody remains of the man -off the guardrail- onto his (probably) terrified team-mates below.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ There’s a panicked scream, and Xiri sees one of the chaps bolt away in fear. The other, however, is made of sterner stuff, and readies his weapon…]
<Mina‘Haplo> [ It tinks off the wall behind her. ]
*Tyra speeds across the walkway, sending the hilt flipping through the air once more.
*Xiri takes somewhat devious advantage of his shots missing by spreading her arms apart as she climbs onto the top of the guardrail, balancing on it as an act of ’I am invincible, you cannot kill me' to unnerve him.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The hilt smacks cleanly off the bridge of the man’s nose, and he goes down. Only the other one left now- the one who ran, wherever he is. ]
*Xiri hangs off the side of the guardrail and goes down after Tyra takes the last one down, peering to where that straggler ran off to.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The chap’s apparently bolted into a sort of dead end formed by crates in a mad rush. He's peeking around the 'corner'… And retracts his head with a yelp when he sees Xiri looking at him. ]
*Tyra heads for the yelp, hoping to knock the fellow out before he gets sliced and diced.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ Tyra passes the man’s abandoned rifle as she goes. The man is backed up against a crate, shaking in utter fear. "Please…" He mumbles in a thick Arcolian accent, "Please don't… Don't kill me!" He says, trembling, putting his hands in the air. "I'll co-operate, please, just…" ]
*Xiri walks slowly towards him to state vehemently, "Tell me everything you know. You have until I get there." One step. Two steps.
*Tyra actually vaults over the railing to land just a bit behind Xiri, ready to intervene if necessary.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The man falls to his knees, his eyes wide with fear. "M-My name is Camillo di Palma, w-w-we’re working f-f-for Arcolia, w-we're… We're doing… Magitech… Spying, trying to even the score, the battlefield, we… We ship metal men and weapons back in smuggling ships." He says, his face white. "Please… Please don't… I have a little girl, her name is Cassie, she is four years old…" ]
*Tyra starts forward as well, frowning behind her mask. "Who's supplying the operation?"
*Xiri is glad she has the cowl on, because at the mention of family, her features almost flare up into a twisted grin as she responds, "The wicked do not deserve family."
<Mina‘Haplo> [ "M-many people! We see many people!" he’s sobbing now. "There… There is an office, on the southern wall, hidden behind a crate. It… It will have info, and… And our boss…" The man nearly faints at Xiri's words. "NO! I've never hurt anyone! Please, I was pressed into this…" He fumbles into his coat, pulls out his wallet, and throws it towards them. ]
*Xiri steps forward again, and … actually, insight. Is it the empty, hollow lies of the desperate, or is there a nugget of truth behind it?
*Tyra reaches out to rest a hand on Xiri's shoulder, keeping her from advancing. "Enough. He's telling the truth. Let's go introduce ourselves to the boss and see what he has to say for himself." Then she continues forward and promptly knocks the guy out cold.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ Tyra doesn’t get the chance, since moments before she knocks him dead he faints. ]
<Mina‘Haplo> [ -clunk- ]
*Xiri stops Tyra from conking him out, because she’s moving forward right next to him— aw, Damnit!
*Tyra raises an eyebrow at that. "Convenient."
*Xiri takes his wallet to examine his name. Is it… his name?
<Mina‘Haplo> [ His name- his fake name, at least- is Vincent Velvetweaver… The wallet also contains a small black and white picture of a young girl. ]
*Xiri takes it, and then turns around to follow Tyra towards that office. Her face is actually extremely conflicted now as she’s gotten past that earlier bout of red haze.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The office door is covered by a green crate. ]
*Xiri moves the crate unless Tyra stops her.
*Tyra lets Xiri get to crate moving, preparing to work her magic on the door if it is locked.
<Mina`Haplo> [ The crate is moved! the door is locked. ]
*Tyra withdraws two pins from her hair and gets to picking.
<Mina`Haplo> [ The door’s lock clicks open! ]
*Tyra edges the door open, pins back in her hair and dagger readied (but blade not extended just yet).
*Xiri might actually have trouble crate-pushing, and is a little winded. … it's like someone let the little diminutive girl who had trouble with PE become a serial killer. Her fullblade is out, and bloody… but not her outfit, which seems to have disposed of the blood by… soaking it in…
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The door opens to reveal… What seems to be a normal office. A bit threadbare, though; there’s a desk there, with a chair. And that's about it! ]
*Tyra slips in, heading straight for the desk while gesturing for Xiri to keep an eye out.
*Xiri does press her back against the wall to stare towards the rest of the warehouse. She is the perceptive one.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The desk has two draws in it, and has nothing on it. ]
*Tyra starts on the drawers then.
<Mina`Haplo> [ Tyra’s attempt to open the lock… Doesn't work. Then she hears an ominous click from the ground. ]
*Xiri spins around the moment she hears that click, because she knows ominous clicks from good clicks.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ A greenish gas fills the air… It dissipates quickly enough into a vent, but… ]
*Tyra stumbles back with a low groan, falling to her knees and slumping.
*Xiri extends her hand and moves towards Tyra. "What happened?" she demands. "How do you feel?"
*Tyra shakes her head, trying to clear it. "Gas. Trap. S’all foggy."
<Mina‘Haplo> [ Xiri notices the door moving of its own volition! And a suddenly-emerging shadow behind it! ]
<Mina`Haplo> [ To clarify: someone is swinging the door closed at Xiri. ]
*Xiri turns her head around and thrusts her fullblade through the door with a hiss of, "You have signed your own death warrant."
<Tyra> D-don’t, we need answers…
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The sword impales itself into the door, which stops rather abruptly- but it is apparently not enough to impale the chap who appears from behind it. His appearance is obviously Elven (or even Eladrin), and he’s wearing gentlemanly clothes; a nice vest, coat, long pants, black shoes… "Well, that backfired rather spectacularly now, didn't it…?" ]
*Xiri tilts her head as she lets out an impish little chuckle and thrusts her leg out to kick the door open. Her gaze is set on him as she moves forward. "I can outrun you. Do not try it. Speak."
*Tyra shakes her head, groaning as she pulls herself back up to her feet.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ "Oh, you can outrun me? That sounds positively enjoyable! Though…" He eyes the sword, then chuckles a bit. "Well, what do you want to know? Oh, I should introduce myself- I’m Idraley Percir… Or as these biffy-chaps call me… Thomas Timekeeper." He took out a pocket watch. "I keep the time, you see." ]
*Xiri attempts to shift around the man so she and Tyra can surround him.
*Tyra vaults over the desk, her voice taking on a rather dangerous quality of its own. "Ah. So you were the one keeping Vickers afloat then. You're going to start explaining in detail what you've been up to, Percir."
<Tyra> « afloat before my friend here offed Richard, then*even »
<Mina‘Haplo> ["Well, you see, these chaps here are Arcolians, as well as the odd Clencerian, and, quite simply, they’re rather sick and tired of being smacked around by Agnesia. So they came here, and they started looking for technology and equipment to send back to Arcolia." Said Idraley smoothly, moving to sit on the desk. "… And, well, one of them had connections, who had connections, who found me… Idraley Percir, middleman-
<Mina‘Haplo> "And soldier of fortune~" He makes a magical prestidigitised rose appear in his hand, which he gives to Tyra, before it fades.]
*Tyra gives the man a flat stare for a moment. "So. Start listing your connections and their connections. Who have you been buying from, who have you been selling to besides Arcolia, so on and so forth."
*Xiri intones as she closes in on the office, now that he’s on the desk, saying, "Don't make another move." She's the thug here.
*Xiri puts her hand to her invisible lips again as she thrusts the mark of the Slayer — the trefoil sigil glowing brightly over his chest now, to let him know she means business.
<Mina‘Haplo> ["Pfh, why bother, dear?" Asked Idraley, who reached back, eyeing Xiri gingerly, taking a key out and giving it to Tyra. "Open the drawer- the one you messed up. In there is a button. It reveals that the wall- over there, in fact- has an-" Idraley eyes the mark irritably. "Come now, Slayer dear, that’s a bit *harsh*, don't you think?- Has an illusion-wall-hidden alcove.-
<Mina‘Haplo> "In there you’ll find every record of every transaction, plan, connection, contact…" ]
<Xiri> Death is too merciful a release for your kind.
<Mina‘Haplo> ["My kind?"]
*Tyra takes the key, stepping around to do just as the man says. "Don’t piss her off. This is the good leather I'm wearing."
<Mina‘Haplo> [ Once Tyra opens the desk… Well, inside she finds a button, on the ’roof' of the desk. ]
*Xiri shifts, blade still held. "You, who sign the deeds to destruction behind the cloak of bureaucracy."
*Tyra pushes butan.
<Mina‘Haplo> ["Oh, that’s a bit harsh!" Says Idraley. 'I take offence to that! Bureaucracy? I'm a charming rogue who lives outside the system!"… Meanwhile, the button is pushed, and the illusionary wall disappears to reveal a normal-looking filing cabinet. ]
<Tyra> I was expecting some kind of ceremony. Hmph.
*Tyra rises up and heads for the filing cabinet.
*Xiri 's gaze still burns on him behind her own shadows as she responds, her vehemence still palpable in her voice, "You breathe and live the system. You are a blood-soaked cog in its death machine."
<Mina‘Haplo> ["It’s magitech, love, not magic." The filing cabinet isn't locked… But it's stuffed to the gills with papers. Names, addresses, shipping records, invoices… This cabinet contains pretty much all the information on anything and everyone in this chapter of the insurgency… Including code names. "A blood-soaked cog? Well, I admit I've been soaked in blood a few times, but I hardly think that compares next to you, you mass-murderer you."]
*Tyra frowns at the sheer amount of material for a moment, starting to sort out how best to remove and transport it. Though she does dig through it for Vickers information. "So. What are you doing to make up for the fact Vickers is history?"
*Xiri lets out a shrill laugh as she … well, lets Tyra talk, actually.
<Mina‘Haplo> ["Well, giving up this part of the Arcolian insurgency? Good start, I’d say, eh? Eh?" He said, snickering. "But don't get me wrong! I don't feel remorse for Vickers! I'm a soldier of fortune, and I'm just going where fortune takes me." He turns to Xiri. "Mind if I sit down?"]
<Mina‘Haplo> [ He gestures at the chair. ]
*Xiri lifts her blade up in response to that. It’s an unsubtle way of saying 'no'.
<Mina‘Haplo> ["Please? Pretty please, even?" ]
<Tyra> Shut up for a moment, I’m reading.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ Idraley gives Tyra a stung look. ]
*Tyra starts simply gathering up all the papers now, apparently appropriating as much as she can. "So. Anything else you want to say to convince me that I should let the authorities instead of my friend here deal with you? Besides the soldier of fortune shit."
*Xiri walks a little closer to him to say, "You are cut of the same cloth as Vickers. You use your loyalty to money as a way of disavowing any and all responsibility."
<Mina`Haplo> ["No I don’t! I don't have loyalty, my dear, it's in the contract!"]
*Xiri uses her free hand to gesture, "You would burn down an orphanage for the right price. Isn't that right? Wherever the highest bidder takes you."
<Mina‘Haplo> ["Well, no, not *exactly*. I’m not a mercenary, I'm a soldier of Fortune. I do what's interesting, not what pays. These louts have been paying me simply awful."]
*Tyra …stands up, having finished stuffing the papers into a hold all appropriated from somewhere. "Interesting. You do it because it is /interesting/."
<Mina‘Haplo> ["Yep."]
*Tyra doesn’t respond. She's vaulted over the table and planted a boot (plus the heel) right in the fellow's face.
*Xiri 's nostrils almost flare as she … watches Tyra Kiiiiiiiiicku.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ Moments before the blow lands… Idraley winks, then… Vanishes! Entirely! … And leaves Tyra with a painful-as-hell magic assault for her trouble. ]
<Mina`Haplo> [ And he’s gone! … But he's left a card behind. ]
<Mina‘Haplo> [ With a name and address. ]
*Tyra manages to land with a degree of grace, gripping the side of her head.
*Xiri ’s eyes widen as she hisses, and demonstrates just how juvenile she can be as the Slayer by smashing the door hinge in frustration. For once, she is in Walter Darling's shoes.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ The door is abused. ]
*Tyra spares the card a look. If looks could kill, it’d be dead.
*Xiri looks towards the roof to clutch her hand and hiss, "Idraley Percir…" She makes a vaguely religious gesture (it's the gesture of the Sages), and intones, "I will kill you."
*Tyra shakes her head, then checks the other drawer.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ There’s a sack inside. ]
*Tyra investigates the sack.
<Mina‘Haplo> [ Inside is a stack of notes- Thaler bills- with a little note. "Dear whoever finds this, if you are reading this then I have just skeddaddled from right under your nose. Don’t feel sad! Here is some money. Signed, Idraley Percir, Soldier of Fortune." ]
<Tyra> You kill him.
<Tyra> I'm going to castrate him.
*Xiri looks at Tyra for a long moment, before gesturing towards the exit to say, "Leave the rest to the police. They have their evidence now… take what you need."
<Mina‘Haplo> [You both gain 200 Thalers! As well as 100 XP. (Which Diana and Maia also get because synchronised.)]
*Tyra hefts the bag of incriminating papers, nodding. "Bit of good news. Michael’s clean." She works her shoulder about some, frowning. "…let's deliver the papers and the address to Detective Darling, then head back."
*Xiri spares Tyra her look of STILL disbelief. God, what a paranoid. She helps Tyra with some of the papers, silently wishing she had one of those Vouis-Lutton baggages of holding. "Just drop an anonymous tip."
*Tyra smirks a little. "I want to see his reaction tomorrow night."
*Xiri tilts her head again as she exhales and says, "… I'm going now," as she starts off.
*Tyra starts as well, sighing for a moment. "Thanks, though."
*Xiri does wind up making the discreet drop-off of her share of files through the regular channels - J.B., the Sages, et cetera - and it winds up on one Walter Darling's desk, with nary a name attached to the Slayer. She also has another name to add to the list on her wall in the apartment…
*Tyra passes off her share soon enough as well, though it's a bit more amusing and less contrived. THough Michael soon receives word that they need to sort out where to have the transfers now.

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