Cog & Gear: Flashpoint

[BetaB17]

Rin

She pinched the bridge of her nose "Tis is asinine.." she clearly wasnt ready to call it quits "How much.." She didn't waiver in voice "How much to allow me to conduct my business and matters less-trivial, without further delay" Bribery was not she had planned this evening

[The-Shadow-One]

Whitevale - Morgan
Keeping his focus on the man before them, he reached down for the revolver. A glare before he checked the revolver in question, ready to manipulate the street beneath them, to defend or hinder. "Why not? A criminal are you? Or part of this conspiracy?" The albino quipped angrily.

[Rook]

The Taphouse

"With you in a minute." Bors indicated Holman and Monad, before turning back to Rin and Adelia.

"100 Ecks. Each." he held out his large hand, giving them a nasty smile that was missing several teeth.

The Sewers

"[&@%!], woman! Watch it there!" the man dodged the water deftly, looking quite annoyed as he returned his attention to her.

He shook his head at Cornelia's story, "I don't think so. What are you really up to? Tryin' to sneak into the party? Lookin' for a fix? Lookin' for company? Cause, sweetheart, you aren't gonna find much better than me down here." He snickered and drew closer.

Whitevale

"I am no common criminal." the disguised man replied with a hint of offense in his tone, "And neither am I a terrorist. I'm a... concerned citizen. Forgive me, but I must remain secretive until we are somewhere safe."

While examining the gun, Morgan realized that it was empty. He also recognized the crest of the Hyamian Royal Navy upon the gun, indicating that the weapon had been issued to an officer.

[Aarah]

Whitevale -Roger

Roger straightened himself and looked more confident, now that the disguised man no longer seemed a threat.

"Is it empty?" He asked for confirmation from Morgan.

[BetaB17]

Rin

Crossing her arms in annoyance "Ain't dat a lil steep? Ev'n for a doorman?" Her eye nearly twitched, both by his absurd price and grizzly smile 'I can get an officer to turn the other cheek with that coin'

Mausier

Having been watching from the bar idly, he knew when a battle was lost, especially when he was far from invested. Walking away from the bar, he headed for the same exit Cornellia took, before leaning against the wall as if in wait for another

[Rook]

The Taphouse

It took a minute of mathematic calculations until Bors made his decision, "Fine. Seventy each. No more deals."

[BetaB17]

Rin

"Can ye even count te seventy?"

[Rook]

The Taphouse

Bors glared at the girl, "Eighty each. Keep talking, orphan girl."

[BetaB17]

Rin

Rin glared back "The day I give ye Eighty, is the day I start spouting flames from meh mouth"

[Kerr]

Monad put her hip and stared at the commotion Rin was causing giving the air of impatience. She actually found the whole thing endearing and was hoping the child would get past but didn't want to let on that was the case.

[The SheoDovah]

Victoria Vario

Victoria felt pain emerge after being hit by an object and was knocked onto her ass. She gave chase after him and attempted to climb the pipe.

[Baloth-Kul]

Cornelia - Sewers
Cretin! In one fluid motion, Cornelia drew her cane sword, and attempted to slash the guard's throat.

[The-Shadow-One]

Whitevale - Morgan
Morgan narrowed his eyes before putting the navy gun away. "Does not matter. You can then tell us in somewhere safe," He resisted the urge to do something to spite the man, to blow up the gun. "But it seems Roger our man here is an officer of the navy." Placing his Derringer away he looked over at his fellow survivor, gauging his reactions to these words.

[Aarah]

Roger- Whitevale

"A naval officer?" Roger looked surprised by the news.
He approached the two and stood beside Morgan, leaning closer towards him.
"Unless of course, that happens to be a stolen gun."

Staring once again at the disguised fellow, he replied,
"I see no harm in engaging in polite conversation elsewhere." He raised a suspicious eyebrow.
"We are reasonable gentlemen. You need have only asked if you wished to talk. Non of this dramatic gun waving!"
Roger flounced his hands around at the mention of the gun waving, to emphasize his point.

[Rook]

The Taphouse

"Then you get nothing." answered bors crossly. It was clear that this was his final answer.

Seemingly forgetting that Rin and Adelia existed, he turned to Holman and Monad, "What do you want?"

The Sewers

Cornelia's slash was performed so quickly that the man didn't immediately register what had happened. He starred blankly at her for a moment before lifting his hands up to his throat with a look of terror. As blood poured out through his fingers, he staggered and fell to the ground, bleeding out but to cry for help. Without medical attention, he would soon die.

Whitevale

"I hope you can forgive me for the theatrics. I truly believed you to be malicious characters. It seems we have both misjudged each other." the disguised man beckoned, "Come. My house isn't far."

***

He led them on a stroll through Whitevale, walking at a brisk but casual pace. Their guide stopped at the door of 114 Cook Street, a small abode in a cozy section of the residential district. He seized the eagle-themed knocker and rapped on the door in a peculiar rhythm. It was opened by a young, freckled brunette who smiled at the disguised man.

"Admiral, you've brought company!" she acknowledged Roger and Morgan, but her attention was devoted to her employer, "I'd just set the table for a small meal, but I suppose I ought to-"

"Hush, woman!" the Admiral said urgently, "We cannot afford to linger on doorsteps in such times. Let us in."

The maid obliged, though the guests saw her suppressing a giggle behind his back. As they stepped into the parlor, they saw a oak table set with two dishes and a platter of bread, honey, milk, and some champagne. The walls were decorated with sailor parenaphillia and paintings of ships, and the fireplace mantle was decorated with a variety of medals and a dusty daguerrotype that could not be made out.

As they looked, the man began to shed his disguise, taking off his exdtra clothing and removing his false beard. When all was done, a familiar face stood before them. The youngest Admiral in the history of Hyam, a man who many considered a hero of the Atollian War.

"I am Richard Orville, former Rear Admiral of the Royal Navy Iin the service of the Crown and the people of Hyam." said their blonde, blue-eyed, thirty year-old host, "And I woud like my pistol back, please."

The City Streets

The fleeing man was clearly not expecting Victoria to recover so easily. He quickened his pace as victoria began to scale the pipe, but she was gaining on him. He delivered a painful kick to her face, breaking her nose and splattering her face with blood, but by some miracle, she managed to hold on. The man pulled himself up onto the roof and continued running

[The SheoDovah]

Victoria

"Now, you've annoyed me." Victoria uttered after having her face kicked and elected to use a bit of magic. She attempted to trip him up with a telekineses spell. Not enough to be obvious it was magic but enough to make him think he just tripped. She intended to use her sword to keep him down if it was successful.

[Rook]

The City Rooftops

Victoria's spell was ineffectual at best, only cuasing the runner to stumble slightly before continuing at a breakneck pace.

[The SheoDovah]

Victoria Vario

Victoria knew that if she were to use magic openly, the inquisition would come down hard on her and so, attempted to catch up with the man. She would try to tackle him from behind and hold her sword up against his throat for some questioning.

[The-Shadow-One]

Admiral's House - Morgan
Morgan looked up at the admiral, then back at the gun, checking the craftsmanship. "I think I'll hold it for a while longer." He stated simply. "At least until the polite conversation is over." A brief emphasis on the word polite. "After all, can't have an former rear admiral think that this would be impolite conversation without a gun about."

Out of curiosity he checked his pocket watch, if only to see what time it was. "But I'll make a deal with you, you promise to never tell anyone that according to some I belong in the brass towers, and I'll make sure your gun returns to you safely."

[Aarah]

Roger - Whitevale

After not too long a walk with the mystery man, Roger found himself outside a small dwelling.
Looks alright. Thank goodness it's not some shabby shack.

He entered the house after the man, looking at the brunette woman, then around at all the decor and furnishings. It was a bit too nautical for Roger's taste, but it was cosy non-the-less.

The gentleman watched intently as the navy man began to remove his disguise.
Roger's mouth gaped open slightly as he realised who it was that stood before them.

"Richard Orville! Well, it's a pleasure to be in the company of such an auspicious man of our people!"
He approached enthusiastically and held his hand out to shake.

Hidden:

ninja'd

[Dirty Spaceman]

"I'm to understand there's a party going on in there?" Holman said in a curt, businesslike tone. "A fellow by the name of Jack arranged for Topaz here to show up at this time, as a bit of a surprise for the gents down there, if she tells me rightly. I'm along to make sure there's no trouble for her."

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Rin

Backing away with a scolding stare and a rueful finger "Tis aint be the last we see, ya hear? Tis aint be the last..." Turning coat and promptly ready to leave, she flashed a look to her other companions, somewhat sure they too would fail "Come along, miss Adelia. We still hav' business t'a attend."

"N' it aint like we be makin' stride here now wont we?" Mausier still waited for the two by the door, patient and calm as always, much unlike his lil' inferno of a partner

'How very dare he deny my charm an' attempts, the nerve!'

[Kerr]

Monad was going to say something but there was no point adding to what Holman had said, not yet anyway. Instead she simply nodded and smiled at Bors when Holman made the introductions.

[Rook]

The City Rooftops

Victoria lunged at her target but failed to pin him down. Evidently, however, the man realized that running was futile. He lashed out with a jet of flames, burning Victoria's stomach painfully.

Orville's House

Orville shook Roger's proffered hand awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable with the respect with which he was greeted. "The pleasure's mine."

He seemed unfazed by Morgan's reveal, "Very well. I don't much like to carry guns anyway. But I must tell you, if you ever find yourself in custody, it will not be because I have spoken a word. That is my promise to you, in front of a witness."

He sat down at the table and ushered his maid in, "Miss Henrietta Florence Victoria Potts, if you could please bring out the remnants of that flounder from yesterday..."

She acquiesed with a glowing smile towards Orville, which he seemed oblivious to, and swept out of the room. With her departure, he gestured to the empty seats, "Please, sit down. We have much to discuss."

The Taphouse

Bors continued to ignore Rin and her outbursts as he spoke to Holman, "Lot of Jacks down there. Just hope you can find the right one." He took a lengthy visual sample of Monad's assets before nodding in sage approval, "Nice body you've picked up, man. I'll just need to pat down you and your girl, and then you can head in."

[The SheoDovah]

Victoria the burnt woman

After being taken by surprised and burnt by magical flames, Victoria knew the time to fight was at hand. "So, you're a mage." She uttered as she slowly stood up. "Unfortunately, you're not the only one." She responded with her own burst of fire from her left hand. Using her other, she attempted to unleash a mild telekinetic blast to try to force him off his feet.