( OPEN ) FIGHTING CRIME BY MOONLIGHT

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WHO: Every Outsider interested!
WHAT: Catch-all log for cleaning up (or making more of a mess of) Neo Tokyo's crime scene! Refer to the OOC post here for details. Neo Tokyo's current social and political climate can be found under the World / Setting section here.
WHERE: Neo Tokyo, Japan.
WHEN: Nov 2024 & onward.
WARNINGS: Violence, drug use, threats and coercion … whatever else that happens where crime and criminal activity are involved. Please mark for other CWs if necessary!


From the month of November and onward, Outsiders can find recruitment posters around the base for a specialised subsection of an anonymous Neo Tokyo security agency! Feel free to assume that's where most of the directives come from.

Current quests relating to this player plot can be found under < STREET FIGHTER > and < RISE AND THRIVE > on the QUEST BOARD.

People are free to use this log or their own for open and closed starters. However, if you'd like to contribute to the quest chain or setting changes, please remember to eventually submit your links and a summary under the associated quests! Otherwise, go wild!

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CHARITY TOURNAMENT.

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Almost overnight, a new fighting ring has sprung up, drawing fighters and spectators alike. Whether you're here to test your skills in the ring or to place your bets, everyone's welcome. Each match will be no-powers, raw-skill brawls—characters can approach them with as much (or as little) seriousness as they would like!

Place your bets, cheer on your fighter, and know that 100% of the betting proceeds go directly to a good cause!

Gebura | Library of Ruina | Everlight

[bemist]

[ There are two ways you can run into Gebura here. The first being that you're actually in the ring across from her, this tall, scarred, muscular woman who just looks unamused to be here at all, but gives you a casual head-tilt like "So, are we doing this?"

Or, you can catch her in a much quieter corner, after fighting. Maybe you had a great match. Maybe it got a little bloody, which could still very much constitute a great match! Maybe you just put money on her and want to talk about how it went! Regardless, she's just got a towel over her shoulders, some bruising, and a look on her face as she reclines there like if you open your mouth and say anything stupid, she's still got some fight left in her. ]

post-fight

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[ It likely will have been about a month since they've last spoken…… as this'll land closer to mid-to-late November, after she's been through several rounds of matches already. Up to you whether you'd like to assume some brief correspondences between them in the form of 'Discharged' and 'Let me know if you need anything,' but insofar as actual conversation goes, the mayor of yappington is on a bit of a break.

And, actual conversation is always better saved for in-person, especially after the tension of their last interaction. Ideally, it wouldn't be happening in the backrooms of an arena either, but it is what it is—timing waits for no one.

So, here. He's holding a bottle of water out to her. Or… ]

… If you're more in the mood for blood at the moment, I've got that too. Chilled and straight from one of the repositories LILITH's set up.

PH*SICAL 100.

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Competitors from all walks of life—each known for their impressive physiques and athletic prowess—will face off in a series of intense individual and team 'quests' testing strength, balance, agility, endurance, willpower, and strategy. In a tournament-style elimination, participants will be whittled down until only one remains, crowned with the ultimate honour of the perfect body.

Like the dating games of yore, this will be televised and all proceeds from sponsor purchases (expect an array of options for protein powders, gym equipment, and fitness classes) will fund the agency and future initiatives.

Example games include: climbing a rope and hanging on for as long as possible, a punishing Atlas/Sisyphus-style challenge where participants hold a boulder indefinitely or push it up an unending incline. Feel free to play out what's fun for you! Dive into the games, make commentary on the grueling challenges, or anything else that strikes your fancy.

elysium / arknights / redemption

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/ 01 — INTRODUCING … CONTESTANT XXXXXXX (DRUMROLL, PLEASE!).

[ … Before anyone can ask what he's doing here—given he was in the hospital just weeks ago and that strength and endurance tests are likely the last thing he should be considering—he's here as… the show's behind-the-scenes content creator! Facilitating communications between the participants and doing whatever it takes to get the audience back at home committed and invested in the personal storylines at play here, maybe even cause a bit of chaos in the process.

Anyhow. We're working with introductions. Starting with introductions, rather. Between your character and Elysium is a ceramic bust that mirrors their physique. He's placing a hand on their bust's abs(???), or short of that, marveling at its arms. Something. ]

Now what's your story? Why do you want to win?

[ If it isn't something that sells he's rewriting the script. Sorry not sorry in advance. ]

/ 02 — WILDCARD.

( hit me with your best shot! my plotting comment can be found here, though, again, it's by no means an exhaustive list of my interests. more than happy to throw out games for us, I just didn't want things to get repetitive. I can make the excuse that they're short of a participant, so he needs to sub in!! Dramatic plot twist!! you're more than free to leave a blank comment for me to put you through the gamut. )

[yuwon]

[ how do i get every prompt out of this...

when it came to competitions, yuwon was more accustomed to it being the sort that revolved around actual combat rather feats of physical strength or endurance. not that he felt hew as particularly lacking in that, either. but considering the other contestants could have just as readily been "normal" by most considerations, it did feel a bit ...

well, regardless of what yuwon thinks, or how he frames it, it's true that he and elysium have somehow been casted under the same team. whether this means the challenges thus far had been relatively easy is anyone's guess. still, he's also doing his best to deliberately remain under the radar, not exactly thrilled at the prospect of casting the limelight on himself.

when they announce the next challenge, he casts a sideways glance towards elysium, as if to somehow blame him for his involvement. as if that wasn't clear enough: ] I should really stop associating with you.

okada izou, fate/grand order

[hitokiller]

november.

[hitokiller]

* open or closed prompts below. ⤵

( open )

[hitokiller]

a. the agency "interview".

Says here, you were... offered some work previous.

( well, well, well.

with elysium missing-in-action initially, there's only one set of hands left to handle the paperwork in this establishment, or so a certain assassin believes as he props his feet up on a dusty, lacquered desk in front of him—the establishment in question being a small, run-down little corner of an office that was abandoned somewhere in the middle of the city. while it's not the cleanest setup, with remnants of a deceased associate's work tacked to a dirty corkboard in the back and organized in an old-fashioned binder that prompted digital entries when opened, it was at least serviceable. all the kaiju-related tasks overseas and managing the horrific aftermath of them hadn't given them much leeway for clean-up, after all.

izou gives a dramatic, scrutinizing look to whoever he's questioning, while his other hand, not occupied with waving across a digital display, "thoughtfully" rubs at his scruff. )

What would you say yer strengths are? Your credentials for... tackling the wrongdoings in our good ol' Neo Tokyo. Which, trust me. There's a lot of wrongdoing goin' around.

( eat your heart out, sakamoto detective agency. )

b. street fighter, but vampiric.

( a swollen moon hangs over the smeared clouds, visible despite the sea of neon colors that is neo tokyo, and beneath it—

is you and izou, peering from around a wall at a favorite dinner spot of one of the many local gangs. a restaurant that sheltered those with little digital coin in the sweltering summer, that thrives on the sort that style themselves in collared suits and tailored tan jackets. there are rumors in the air of the owner gambling with his cut "product", of him not paying the clan in question on time, and so a little persuasive action is in need. whether that's true or not is up in the air, but. the summit of men pacing and surrounding the entrance says enough. )

... You wanna wait? See what happens?

( could always act like they've got a reservation, but izou isn't sure the place is fancy enough for that. )

c. street fighter, but wildcard.

( if you've got a different idea re: approaching or infiltrating local gang networks, write me a starter or hit me up and i'll see what i can do! izou has street smarts and has even taken on the occasional job to "shakedown" people making trouble for his part-time... so. )

elysium / arknights / redemption

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november & december, open!

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( assume most of these prompts veer closer to the middle of November and onward! )


/ 01 — KISS KISS (DON'T) FALL IN LOVE.

[ Contrary to popular belief… He doesn't really enjoy this sort of work if he can help it. But one lead leads into another, and suddenly he's found himself employed by one (1) host club with the title of, you guessed it, #1 Hottie.

…

The champagne towers get to be a bit much. Even the most expensive wines end up tasteless when you're on your nth bottle of them. His one thought might be that by the end of it, his liver will have definitely seen better days… but it is what it is. One needs to establish their reputation somehow. At any rate! Not quite in the club itself, but somewhere a small distance away, Elysium is collecting himself, arm braced against one of the walls. For one form of it, he looks unwell—until he hears footsteps approaching, at which point he immediately snaps to attention and switches on. ]

Lost? I can help you find your way, if you'll let me.

/ 02 — THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE(?).

[ So you've made it through the interview process. Cool. Maybe you've picked up one of the case files laying around agency, maybe you haven't. Either way, apropos of nothing, a nondescript hummingbird drone has decided to make a perch out of your head. With a determined tilt of its beak, it cranes its head to drop an envelope into your hands—you will take it, one way or another. If that means resorting to increasingly comedic methods (up to and including chase scenes), so be it.

The drone won’t relent until you acknowledge the envelope’s contents, either—and it won’t hesitate to start pecking at your scalp if you don’t get on with it. Inside are two notes—one blank—and a pen as well as a tiny map with an X marking a spot. ]

Hiya. Got a read on a guy heading due west from your location, set to make a handoff at XX hours. I'll leave the details to you—just make sure they stay alive. Think fast, 'cause they're looking like they might be an important lead.

By the by, it's nice to meet you. [ There's a drawing of a cartoon-looking bird. A tern, if you're savvy enough. ] We'll be working together from here on out.

[ There's no address, but it is stamped with a familiar-looking logo for one to be ascertained of its source. Not suspicious… right? Evidently, as anonymous as the sender wants to remain, correspondence does seem possible through handing the bird a note back… if you have words for the owner's conduct! ]

/ 03 — WILDCARD.

( or hit me with your best shot. my plotting comment can be found here, though it's by no means exhaustive! happy to workshop anything under the sun. )

01

[ignoreher]

Only if that way is into your arms.

[ but it's not as teasing as it might be with a banter between them, malkuth crossing her own with a... conflicted expression on her face.

... this procedure really was painful in such a way -- she'd come to a host club for the services they gave (her outfit teeming with the energy of a young woman ready to be pampered, short straps and dress ending at her thighs,) but to find elysium working nearby if not at it by the distance? her luck's either really rotten, or really good. she's hedging on the former. but the expression relents and she raises a hand to push him gently against the wall. kind of a "rest" push.

kind of. since her hand stays at his chest, though there's the notable tenseness of someone restraining themselves. ]

Kabru wasn't enough for your wandering hands back by the campfire?

1

[newphew]

[ well, elysium is not the only one who got roped into the host club life. someone really looked at this boy and thought 'i could fix him'. at least appearance wise. so for once in his life, hunter doesn't appear to have any eyebags through the magic of makeup. he's also well-dressed, to the point where elysium might not even recognize him. ]

[ but "aurelius" does recognize him and squints at ely stumbling. then, he just walks over to him and tries to snag his arm immediately ]

Yeah, I'm lost. Help me find somewhere to sit down.

[ aka he's gonna make you sit down, ely ]

silco | arcane | brimstone

[zauneyete]

november (open)

[zauneyete]

o1. 'Cause where I live the game to play (strategizing)

[ It's somewhat difficult to tell why the guy is hanging around the space, stinking it up with the wafting of cigar smoke and the occasional scent of dried blood. He isn't there frequently — and if asked, he'll explain that his face is rather well known amongst the gangs, which... to be fair... — but when he does come by, it's always with the kind of sweep of a darkened gaze and a look around the place as if he's looking for changes; or people; or something. A paranoid creature with the eye for trouble.

So while you're here today, he happens to sweep in, his fingers dragging across the back of an empty chair in a way that feels belligerent more than it looks like anything, but it stops when his eyes find... whatever it is that you're working on, and his head tipped, almost curious. Whether it's a file, a profile, or even notes from earlier, his eyes narrow in on it, even from a distance. He slid near, though still keeping his distance, before he says: ]

Now what is that you have? [ It's presumptuous, but he holds out a hand for the file, whether it looks like it's about to be handed over or not. ] Oh now, don't be shy. I'm quite good at this. I'll be able to help.

[ The smile that crossed his lips is... meant to be reassuring. ]

o2. Well, now what can a poor boy do? (street fighter)

[ Gangs are always so... predictable, aren't they? Well, Silco can't say he'd break the mold either, and he's already narrowed things down to a list of locations to check out. Bars, restaurants, to a notable real-estate agency that he suspects is also a front. He knows of one more — the gang he works for uses an investment service, but he's kept that close to his chest for the moment, unwilling to bite that hand that feeds quite yet — but whatever the reason, you've been drug along. Maybe it's because he slid a message over that provided the location, or you drug him — or hell, you're just in the same place — it doesn't matter. There's work to be done, right? Crime to fight, gangs to dismantle... and who better to help than someone who knows this world inside and out?

(A) A lit cigar in hand doesn't seem to dissuade the staff at the restaurant or bar (feel free to make one up, or i can!), where he's already chatting up the staff, though his eyes slide to meet yours, a quirk of his lips, as if he's trying to convey a secret meaning to you. Whatever it is, after a moment, he tipped his head, inviting you over. The people in the said establishment don't seem... wary, necessarily, but they do seem cautious, and their words are hushed tones as they huddle together, talking amongst themselves. ]

I suspect that the back room may be a bit more...welcoming, but getting in will be difficult. Apparently, there's already a group occupying it. Any ideas?

[ His eyes flick to a room with a curtain drawn, where there seems to be a much more lively discussion happening. Not violent (yet) but... boisterous, at best. ] It would be ideal to make it there before anything happens, don't you think?

[(B) Or maybe this is a little bit more sedate of a setting. The real estate agency supposedly helps with cleanup for Kaiju attacks, and helps bring homes to dozens of impoverished families who've suffered losses from the attacks. The walls are plastered with smiling families in front of condos and inside with a pet or two. It's all so... wholesome. The receptionist at the desk has a child's drawing tacked to the cubicle behind her, and she smiles the next client warmly.

The building for Mugen Estate Company seems to be in a nice, quiet section of the district. There's a park nearby, where a family is playing, and even though it's evening, the workers inside are diligent, the store listing long hours, and people mill about on the street like it's just a normal real estate company in a normal part of town. ]

Supposedly, they clean up after attacks, and help build homes quickly for families who need it. [ A sour look on his face. ] As always, handouts are not gifts, but advantages. They do not do this out of altruism, but for other purposes. [ Or is he just delusional? It's hard to tell, but anyone who's spoken with Silco before would probably think the latter. ] I want to know what those are.

[ He looks at you expectantly. To be fair, can he even blend into a crowd? ]

o3. Wildcard!

[ Feel free to toss me something! Anything! You want to go with a different idea, play with one of these and change it, or just work out something else? Feel free! I put my plotting comment down, and I'm happy to work something out on there, plurk, discord, etc! Just hit me up! Or throw me a starter, I'll roll with it! ]

02!!

[uncourteous]

[ crime isn't exactly anything new to him. even in the better territories, there still existed a whole gamut of crimes and their potential to get entirely out of control were they entirely snuffed out from the start. despite his experience in ending a handful of his own, it doesn't necessarily mean he had intentions of it in this place. even at home, he barely returned from war before all these responsibilities were hoisted upon his proverbial shoulders and yet, here he was in the thick of it, even if unintentional on his part.

why, what individual wouldn't be lulled with a sense of curiosity to hear that a bar or restaurant may have been a potential front. he had no desire to find out the hows and whys, and had he known this to be an effort that aligned with a certain feathered individual, he would have been far less helpful. but, it's in this that he locks eyes with a face he's become all too accustomed to as of late.

he doesn't even have room for relief when it seems they've both landed themselves here. ... and maybe, not even here for the same purpose. he releases a sigh, giving nothing away of his intentions. ] Is there anything to deliberate? For situations like these, is there not all but one answer? [ he looks down at the weapon he keeps at his side. ] Or was that your attempt to make a request? If so, I would suggest you learn to offer a word of flattery or two.

2a-ish

[demandsatisfaction]

[As someone who has yet to become truly familiar with the strange new city she’s been brought to, Lilias has little real knowledge of Neo Tokyo’s gang activity—but what she lacks in personal experience, she makes up for in resourcefulness. This is, she assumes, why she’s been tipped off on the location of a certain gang base that is suddenly showing interesting levels of activity, and why she has furthermore been invited to be Silco’s plus-one while he investigates the site. She certainly doesn’t think it’s her charm that won him over.]

I assume there is… surveillance deeper in? Alarms?

[They are seated within a small fast-food restaurant, the upper floors of which are definitely operated by the same group, but almost certainly devoted to things that have nothing at all to do with food. They need a way to get in, but it’s best to be cognizant of all their options before making any potentially tricky decisions.

Especially since Lilias’s grasp of technology is still inconsistent at best. In her own world, many more tricky hide-outs would be warded with magic, which she might be able to detect and even identify. She has markedly less experience with remote cameras and electronic alarm systems.]

03!!

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[ In the context of fieldwork, it's a little odd to be working alongside someone else again when he'd been doing the brunt of it alone. Not necessarily out of overconfidence, but due to a lack of manpower—most of the people that were involved were better suited for direct confrontations after all, with covert operations and schmoozing far and away from their expertise. It's not particularly surprising, considering how LILITH seemed to prioritise fighters above all else.

Still, even during such missions there was only so much one could do alone, not forgetting to mention the potential for oversights deep into the action. As much as Elysium doesn't mind flying solo, he recognises the value of being able to cover ones' weaknesses just as well, so when an almost unfamiliar username comes up offering to be his handler for the current mission, it is something worth considering—something he tilts and deliberates for a good while.

After rotating what he's seen of "BAD DADDY" on the network in his head: ]

< FROM @ HOTTIE >
I've memorised the layout, but slipping into restricted areas without fuddling with some of the cameras isn't likely. Even if there is yoinking a uniform and going that route, I think it's best if we avoid tipping them off to our presence for as long as possible.

Thoughts?

[ Presumably about to enter the Sapphire Room for his bartending job. Very touch and go, it seems. ]

december (open)

[zauneyete]

o1. Hey Big Spender

[ Gangs like to invest in plenty of illegal activity, but there were some that tried to angle a bit of a different approach. Legal ventures, like bars and restaurants were all well and good, but some went for something a little bit different. Things that were just barely along the line of legality; like some of these little dens filled with bright flashing lights, machines that made plenty of noise and sound, and the people inside either exclaimed in excitement, or slumped over the machines in despair.

And here you were, being led by... one of the meaner, grouchier, and all around unpleasant outsiders to one of these little halls. He spent half the time beforehand debriefing you — something something, you have to get the attention of the management long enough to get taken back — he's here as the "friend" who's been looking for you once you get taken back. It's not foolproof — it requires luck and time, but thankfully, a certain salaryman had invested quite a bit, so it's not even your own money that you're playing with.

All in service of getting to the back, behind the security.

The aim? Mostly to get face time with the management. It isn't about putting them down... yet. It's connecting faces to names, and getting an idea of the organizational structure. Who does what, where, when. Who's the security, who's the muscle. Sure, someone could probably hack that out of their systems, but uh. Silco doesn't work that way and it's less fun so.

We're doing it this way.

He hands whomever is with him a drink, and leans against a machine with a gesture to it. ] Well? Let's see if we can get a little attention.

[ Showtime! ]

o2. When they ignore us, we get petty

[ Sometimes, though, the way to earn respect was less about knowing who the players were, and more about simply eliminating some of the legs the whole structure was built on. That could come in many forms, maybe some were convinced to try to incite a gang war — costly and messy, with plenty of collateral damage — and sometimes some were taken out with a bit more art. That is, subterfuge, tracking, and then straight up just taking care of the guy at the top.

One of these gangs ran a bar — Overhead Line — that had a reputation for selling "Third Rail", a drug supposedly made from Yamadenki parts; and it was a popular offering. People were often found stumbling out looking like they'd been struck by lightning, a sway to their step that had caught the attention of the authorities. Now, far be it from Silco to take care of a drug kingpin, but really... the quicker they were out of the game, the quicker something could take its place. Something weaker? Maybe. Or maybe one of the monsters in the dark (him) that could outdo the lot of them. He needs enrichment, here.

The owner of the bar had turned him away once, so it's a little bit more of a petty thing, that he's decided to take on this bar in particular. And you've come along for the ride with him.

He has a small parcel in hand, a cigar lit, and he's puffing away. He looks... only somewhat out of place, most of the club goers in what could only be called club appropriate attire, while Silco is in blacks and reds, as always. At least it looks cut a little closer to the usual garb here, instead of the large-collared coat he's usually caught wearing.

Still, he always stands out, with that eye of his, and he only nods in acknowledgement, if approached. ]

Fancy something a little bit... excitable?

[ "excitable" "murderous", it's probably going to be closer to the second, if he has his way. Though looking at the club, it's probably hard to tell what he means given that the place is bumping. ]

o3. Wildcard!

[ Want to throw me something? Go for it! Or hit me up if you want something specific! Some other ideas I had were: Getting stuck in a warehouse together and having to negotiate/fight their way out; getting tracked kaiju parts into a gang's shipments to see where they go; and/or getting face time with a gang to help negotiate a "truce" between two groups that can be used later! if any of these sound fun, please lmk and I'll write a starter for you! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) ]

one

[fursuit]

[ Tezcatlipoca had at least been easy to recruit. He’s a complicated god, after all, and no one knows it better than Silco. Since he may be a god that looked favorably on humanity and wished them the best… But that best also came through conflict. Only chaos pushes people to change. To overcome their barriers and laziness. Et cetera.

So, a little crime? Yeah, he’s down with that. Hell, it’s much more to his taste than the kind of big, cosmically complicated ethics of whether he should be fighting kaiju or not.

He takes the drink with a toothy grin and downs about half of it showily. It runs hot, so he coughs, but it’s with a laugh as he sidles over like he’s going to give the machine a play. ]

A little? C’mon, still think you should just let me glass a guy.

[ Silco, having heard of what “glass him” means, surely shaking his head because funny as it may be, that’s a little much. They want to make it to the back, not get kicked out.

No one is really paying attention to them, so it also means that Tezcatlipoca makes zero effort to pretend that it’s anything but intentional. He takes a look at the pachinko machine, peering around it with interest, but once he finds the vent for the electronics’ cooling? He smirks before he casually tosses the rest of the contents of his drink into it. There’s immediately a hiss and a pop, and the screen turns off. ]

Whoops.

[ Sure, it’s not getting into a fight off the bat… But they’ll get to that, right? ]

january (open) (street fighter ii)

[zauneyete]

o1. A Chilly Rendezvous

[ The (club/bar/host(or hostess) club — feel free to name it or just pick one and I'll come up with one) as being listed as a potential target is the most recent in a string that have the potential draw of the Sapphire Room. There's been plenty of digging into the the pieces, but now there's a trail.

Which means that there's a plan.

Perhaps you're meeting up with Silco outside the location — where he's puffing on a cigar in the cold January weather, somehow looking both like he will shiver out of his skin, or like he's perfectly fine. Somehow, both are true, even as he blew thick plumes of smoke into the too-cold air. To be fair, in the evening, he looks a sight from a distance, with that glowing eye standing out against the backdrop of the modern building.

His slight lift of his head, the slightest of nods with a single eyebrow are the indication that he sees you. After all, he probably called you along, or messaged you, or what have you, to encourage you to join in. ]

o2. Me and my Associate saw you from across the bar and...

[ Or maybe you're already inside, enjoying a drink, and sipping away at something nice. Maybe you're enjoying the attentions from the staff, or just eyeing someone else that is. Either way, there's someone hunched over a drink at the bar, looking every bit like he doesn't really want to be there. No matter where it is, he's just, as a whole, not having a good time.

Thankfully, by now, most Outsiders know who he is, and there's a twitch of his lips, and a flash of his orange eye, that indicates his implant is running. It's hard to notice without actually paying attention, given that his eye always glows, but hey. It's there if you stare. ]

Are you the one helping out tonight?

[ So you have two options. Either you were asked by Izou's little agency to come along, or you aren't, and you can either be truthful, or just play along. Dealer's choice! ]

o3. wildcard!

[ just throw me a starter! If you want something specific, just hit me up and I'll write you something a little more tailored! I'm truly down for anything! ]

dante (closed) (this is a real bar and it made me laugh) (Dual purpose questing go)

[zauneyete]

[ The back room of the bar "Deathmatch in Hell" was easy enough to break into. Surprisingly, the place had a physical lock, which was something Silco very easily slipped through after purchasing a large round of drinks for some... celebration at a table, complete with a bartender display and cocktails on fire. It was easy enough, and the cheers and excitement meant that he could slip away, and fiddle the lock open with only a few quick jerks of his hand, getting the thing open, and into the back.

Now, bars had certain structures, and he knew them well. Back rooms, store rooms, an office. This also, oddly enough, and a security room, and a server room — wasn't that unusual? — and though Silco was no techie, he'd been doing a lot of work to read up on what he needed to know, and so it seemed... odd? Unusual? Who knew? He certainly couldn't do much with it, though the hum from he door was curious enough.

He's slipped back to the office, where it's thankfully abandoned — he had his small pistol on him regardless — and he's started to rifle through papers, even while he pulls out a small piece of tech, to try to slip something someplace inconspicuous, but still where it could record.

He's in the middle of that when there's the sound of a door handle turning and —

Silco's already up against the wall, with sliding a knife from where he'd tucked it away in his boot. ] ]

o2

[likemybooks]

[A high end bar, a gang of shady fellows to gather intelligence on, a request for espionage...this has to become a chapter in Taryon's future autobiography on his time as a kaiju hunter. And this won't involve any combat, he hopes. A safe mission is a good mission.

They did request thay he not bring Doty indoors. As good of a bodyguard he may be, a giant automaton bearing inscribed runes make Taryon a conspicuous figure. Too conspicuous for his plan to work.

So, with his friend left at the building entrance, Taryon enters the bar with his best downloaded outfit: a pair of sleek black dress pants, a silky shirt, and a shimmering vest. A real watch adorns his wrist, two rings (for beauty and for emergency protection) adorn his hand, and he's borrowed an earring for the night. Upon entering, he flashes a smile at nearby patrons and turns on his heel to walk directly towards his teammate.

He hopes his hair did a cool flip as he did so.]

I must be, if I'm here. [The empty bar stool is taken by this shining, grinning man, excited for the night.] I've always wanted to try charming information out of the enemy.

yuwon kim / level up with the gods

[yuwon]

[ open and closed starters below!!

feel free to pm or reach out if you want anything specific! ]

🥚 kaladin.

[yuwon]

[ admittedly, covert missions weren't exactly his forte. he had long exhausted such acting abilities when he regressed, and for the most part, he didn't exactly enjoy playing along to some farce. despite this, he also comprehends that there is no shortage of situations in which they were explicitly required. he did agree to exert some form of effort into the missions as when he initially discussed these plans with elysium and wriothesley...

... and while there were some clear hiccups and inopportune tragedies along the way, it only solidified his own resolve to properly see these matters through. what's the most awkward detail in all of this, however, was finding himself face to face with someone that he had once clearly told through the network that he had zero desire for teamwork.

this is probably all the more exemplified in the way his own expression seems to flatten momentarily, before he simply seems to speak as if he doesn't fully recognize kaladin. regardless, it works out perfectly since they were needing a cover, anyway. ]

Hey, we're pretty much almost there, but you have thought about your cover, right?

[ they were meant to infiltrate and the first step was introductions with the group, but what the easier angle here? siblings who are joining the ranks together? two hosts looking for a good time with them? the possibilities were endless, but the real question was could they pull it off? well, it's not like yuwon was the sort for doubts. ]