Cordelia Chase (
allaboutme) wrote in
knightsoflegend2015-03-05 08:39 pm
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manchester ♔ gonna fall if you lead us nowhere

♬ We Sink - CHVRCHES
WHO || Cordelia, Alisha, Bambi, Kate, Phineas [Closed]
WHAT || The Knights continue to investigate a series of strange, deadly deliveries from the mysterious 'PTC'
WHERE || The Spider's Web / The Lagoon Club restaurant and nightclub
WHEN || April 11th [back dated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.
Last April, a kindly book seller and purveyor of magical lore found himself the victim of an attack via mail when dangerous magical creatures were sent to his shop from the untraceable sender "PTC". Since then, Wynn's been tracking the mail system, waiting for that name to pop up again, in case it might lead them to find out who was behind the first attack, and stop any other disasters from occurring. Recently, something popped up on the radar, so the Knights have to find a way into the exclusive restaurant the Spider's Web in Manchester, or its attached nightclub The Lagoon Club.

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[Phineas has chosen to be impressive today, with a Nat 20 attack roll to charge the dragon and gore it with his new horns, for 11 damage]
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the drow, having dropped his gun, is clawing at his bleeding, horrible face over here, and leaning away, still afraid the dragon is alive and going to finish him off over here.
/init
cordelia shrieks and throws up an arm to shield her face from the final spray of blood, and then looks down at the body, mouth agape. after a second, she reaches down and tazes it, just for good measure ] And stay down!
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Aside from our friend over there, is everyone okay?
[The guy had his face eaten off, she's not going to make him answer for himself.]
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[yep.]
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the drow looks over at them all, raising one eyebrow coolly, speaking with the faintest scottish accent. "... It seems I owe you my gratitude." ]
For not getting eaten? You might be onto something, mister.
[ he chuckles a bit, purple eyes flashing.
"Well, that too. But mostly for protecting my patrons. My name is Keerianinor Ken'lyl. You're standing in my club." ]
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Mind telling us how a dragon wound up in your club, Mr. Ken'lyl?
[She falls into cop mode easily, exuding an authority that she doesn't really have, but considering she just helped kill a dragon for him, he might allow it (diplomacy 17).]
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Yeah well make it a double.
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A drink would be good.
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"I don't suppose it's too much to ask for the names of the people I owe my clients' lives to?" ]
Cordelia Chase. [ she offers with a little flip of her hair as she sits down. was that supposed to be secret???? w/e ]
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[She slides into the seat beside Cordy.]
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Phineas Dantalion. Eagerly awaiting your explanation for the rampaging Dragon.
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Kate Beckett.
[As long as they're not spouting out the organization they work for in full detail, real names shouldn't be that big an issue.]
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Alisha. So you going to tell us what the fuck that was all about or are we supposed to just guess?
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If you didn't order it, why did you open it?
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[Also "What is PTC?" but she figures she can infer the one question from the other.]
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Is this Estavan the boss of the... Trade Whatever? [ he gives her an odd look. "He's the executive officer... for now, at least." ]
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[It seems like a reasonable assumption to make.]
What kind of changes is his company going through?
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By sending dragons to eat you? That's sort of taking corporate espionage to a new level.
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