knightsoflegend | chicago mission ♔ the people under your feet are shooting stars in the night

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chicago mission ♔ the people under your feet are shooting stars in the night

♬ Dreamworld - Rilo Kiley

WHO || Gar, Kat, Mark, Dumage, Martha, Myri, Buffy, Sven, Spike, Desmond Descant, ??, ?? [Closed]
WHAT || The Knights infiltrate Nightscape to intercept a deal for the Eternal Jade. And... so does Des. At the same time. Hilarity ensues???
WHERE || Chicago. Nightscape.
WHEN || Friday, March 9th, various tiemes.
HOW || Actionspam; Don't sweat tagging order.

It's been a busy day. Following Gar's discovery of a message that seems to imply a trade for the artifact known as the Eternal Jade will take place at a location called "Nightscape" the next evening, several of the Knights headed out to the area outlined in Hoffman Institute files, only to discover the place was an office building that sold pharmaceuticals. However, as Myrilandel stared at a strange canopied fruit stand attached to the front of the building, she began to notice something, well, quite odd about it. A long line of people waited against the edifice to enter the stand, but none of them looked as if they fit into the commercial sector whatsoever, with their leather, vinyl, spiked hair, glitter, colored hair, etc. In fact, only by staring at the image presented and concentrating could the others recognize there was something wrong with the whole picture - something that caused theirs eyes to rebound off from it and find the entire scene innocuous otherwise. The line of people disappeared into the canopy - but none of the crowd ever came out again, defying any logic about how many people could humanly fit inside the tiny stand at a time.

It was clear that it wasn't just any fruit stand.

It was an entrance. They quickly surmised just what it had to be an entrance to. Myrilandel managed to note a number of guards emerging from the club after hours, dressed in some kind of futuristic looking armor that... looks a lot like Halo armor. She spotted the symbol on the side of the van they climbed into, and the surveillance team took note of it before heading back to the hotel.

Meanwhile, the research team back home (Kat, Buffy, and Sven mostly, since Gar passed out asleep in her chair) threw themselves into finding out what they could about Nightscape: and found rumors about an invite-only underground club, whose location was protected by magic, which seemed to mesh with what the other Knights had seen. The most interesting aspect of the club, however, wasn't just the fact that invitations to it come in the form of pills that implant directions into the subject's unconscious mind, but that supposedly it played havoc with the memories of those who frequent it. Every visit fades from the patron's mind when they leave, in the same way a dream does - they could remember a vague feeling of what it was like, but not any details about what actually occurred - and the more they attempted to remember, the more the memories would elude them.

Today, they've managed to look up that symbol Myri noticed on the side of the van and identify it as belonging to a private security firm that hires out to wealthy patrons in often underhanded deals. Which has allowed a plan of action to be hatched. :O

The Knights will coordinate efforts to plant a fake detour between the security firm and the club, derailing a van full of guards to lead to a stop light that will be controlled by Kat. And allow them to come up through a conveniently placed manhole to plant a device on the underbelly of the truck that will cripple its battery temporarily. At this point, the Knights will assume control of the vehicle, and Kat, Gar, Buffy, and Spike will don the armor of the guards and take their weapons, proceeding to the club as security personnel. Mark and Myrilandel will transport the captured guards to somewhere safe to keep them out of the way and possibly interrogate them. Dumage and Martha will drop off Sven at the club - he'll be attempting to bluff his way through the front door as a patron so that they can have an eye in the crowd as well, and then the ladies will park on the street to sit and wait as a getaway car / backup if necessary.

Obviously, nothing could possibly go wrong. :)

[ooc; subthreads to come!]

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[Spike rolls his eyes at Buffy's holding of his ~arm~ instead of his hands. She's so bloody finicky. But it's not important, and they make it out together, so clearly it worked. Everyone's transfixed on the singer. More than he'd expect. There's liking a song and then there's not being able to look away or do anything else. Something's definitely going on.

Spike looks around, spot check 25, trying to locate Gar and Kat.]

[Except... there's no sign of them, either in the tables, booths, or at the bar. 8| What's that all about. HMMMMM]

[ Buffy stops at the edge of the stage, glancing around, then tugs on Spike to get his attention. ] Hey. [ She nods back to the back right of the stage, on the opposite side of where they'd discovered the blood room. ] Maybe back this way?

[He follows her gaze and nods.] Worth a shot. They're certainly not here. [And he doesn't think they'd leave without him and Buffy. He glances over at her and starts walking.]

Let's just hope wherever they are, they're okay. [ How did zero ways to call for back-up seem like a good idea? She keeps pace alongside Spike, heading back into the ??? area. ]

♬ A Neverending Dream - Cascada

[Around the corner are a few hallways, where the music is a much more distant thump, and the lighting is much more standard. At the far end of the main hall is an elevator, though it's an antiquated one, that still supports a caged door. A red vested attendant even waits within it, its golden doors gleaming.]

[Oh, an elevator. Because the dance hall wasn't already big enough. It does give them more places to search, though. For their missing teammates and the trade. Spike glances at Buffy as they approach and leans towards her, speaking quietly.]

That looks a bit too posh to be the emergency exit. I'm guessing we want to go down.

[ She tries not to look peeved as she notices the elevator, and at Spike's commentary, but it comes through in her snide remark anyway. ]

Why not? We've already been to Hell tonight, how much worse can it be downstairs? [ She purses her lips, exchanging a look with him, then beelines for the elevator, stepping inside and giving the attendant a thin-lipped smile. ]

[or so she tries to, at least. the attendant holds up a hand in front of the door, fixing them with an annoyed glare] This area's off limits.

[Spike rolls his eyes and growls a little, not actually pulling out his fangs, but still looking damn intimidating. Natural 20 levels of intimidating, as it happens. Seriously, it's the coat. It's magic. He's not in the mood to play nice.]

Make an exception.

[ Oh, Buffy was going to try violence, but ... that works too. And is possibly a better idea. She had clenched her fist and started to raise it and everything but it didn't get past her rib cage before she cools it. She waits to see if the attendant responds to Spike's thrall-level intimidation tactics. Oooo Mr. Spike ooo. ]

[Of course she was going to try violence. No 1 r surprised. Either way, the attendant's eyes widen significantly but he still hesitates, which makes it clear that whatever fate awaits him for letting someone past with no clearance is pretty damn bad if it has him reconsidering in the face of a nat 20 intimidation check. Still, he reaches out with shaking hands to unchain the door, which he clacks back out of their way.] ... I-it only goes up.

[YEAH RIGHT SPIKE'S GRAND NATURAL 1 SENSE MOTIVE ROLL MAKES HIM SURE THAT THERE IS NO WAY THIS COULD POSSIBLY BE TRUE. He slams his fist into the wall next to the elevator attendant's head, leaning in close.]

Don't bloody lie to me! Take us to the lower levels! Now.

[ Buffy, on the other hand, got a sense motive of 25 so she is smart enough to realize Spike is a fucking retard right now. When he gets aggressive, she grabs him by the back of his shirt and throws him into the opposite wall, stepping between them and holding him at bay with a hand to his chest. ]

Are you kidding me right now? Did you get dosed like the rest of those funny farm weirdos out there? Spike, he's telling the truth. Just ... back off. [ She shoots him a sharp look, then turns to the attendant. ] I'm sorry, he's -- He's kind of keyed up. Vampire. Blood room. Bad combo. Just take us up.

[Well, if he looked doubtful about taking you two up before, now that he knows one is a disturbingly strong, violent girl and the other is a BLOODCRAZED VAMPIRE, he looks downright pale at the thought. Still, he... holds his bladder and nods, stricken, pulling the gate closed in front of them and hitting the appropriate button. The elevator rises slowly.]

[...Spike still kind of thinks there's a subbasement the elevator attendant is hiding, but... fine. Fine, Buffy, but if they miss the trade because they didn't push the poor elevator guy into revealing the... hidden button... um.

He crosses his arms and crosses his arms, staying on the far side of the wall and glaring across the elevator occasionally.]

[ She just fixes Spike with a glare as they slowly go up in the elevator. One that says "Bad puppy. Heel, boy." Yep. Amnesia can only do so much for what might as well be muscle memory. ]

[As the elevator settles with a rackety noise into place, the attendant just says nervously:] If you're caught up here, I didn't give you a ride. Don't say I didn't warn you. [Annnd he opens the cage door, releasing them into the hallway that breaks left and right. Numerous wooden doors are closed up and down in both directions.]

Yeah, yeah, we never saw you. [Spike's distracted by the hallway. He looks over at Buffy.] Guess this is where you go if those rooms at the back aren't private enough.

[ She glances over at the attendant before stepping out of the elevator. ] Right. Guess we'll just have to not get caught. [ And she starts heading down the hall. She's not ... entirely sure what they're supposed to be looking for, or how to know which door they should check inside, but ... she's not above knocking them all in. Especially if Spike's right and they're just the more private version of the fucked up shit that was going on downstairs. ]

[Spike follows her and pauses for a moment at the first door to carefully make a listen check of 26 for any kind of suspicious Jade trading behavior. Or Gar and Kat talking. Whatever might be happening. He's got great vampire hearing, and this is probably easier on having Buffy just destroy the place one door at a time.]

Edited (because math) 2012-03-17 16:36 (UTC)

[Nope. The sound of silence in there. Though his listen check catches noises down around the corner.]

What do you think? [ She glances over at him, considering the hallway. ]

[He pressed a finger to his lips and stepped closer to her so he could talk quietly, almost in a whisper.] I hear something around the corner.

[ She hushes as he steps nearer, holding his gaze until he's done, then casts a look down the hall. She then looks back to him and tips her head that direction. Hush, yes. Avoid? No. As far as she's concerned, someone down the hall means that's exactly where they should be going. She starts off down the hall determinedly. ]

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