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Post by Jess on Mar 18, 2008 16:11:14 GMT -5
((Heeey Crow, see how long our posts are? Please try to mirror that. Otherwise, Dom's gonna keep ignoring you.))
Dom sighed and stood up, barefeet tip-toeing accross the floor towards the direction in witch Crimthann and Ronan moved. Of course, the myriad Drunkards in the room ignored him this time- the warning from the 'woman' herself and Crimmthann had helped to that effect.
Still wary of the people around him, Dom nibbles at his fingernails, nervous and anxious all at once. After all- big crowds reeeeeeeally freaked him out. Ok so really was an understatement- he was dreadfuly afraid of big crowds of people. Of coruse, moving around again helped out alot.
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Post by Da Pwny on Mar 18, 2008 19:14:43 GMT -5
*heeeey Jess, Crow pretty much does what he wants... just take a look at some of his other RPs and I think you'll understand ;D*
Daciana waited for them to move a good measure towards the door before she started up and out. One of her agents would most likely run into them soon, and that would no doubt lead her to where they were going. And, if her premonitions were correct, to the general area of where her artifact was. She had many contacts among thieves, and she herself would most likely be there too, if only to reclaim what she'd rightfully bought, or kill and take it back.
It took all she had, but Daciana refused to follow the lot of them. Instead, she went out the secondary entrance, down a hall and into her own room, which was set up with all manners of communications equipment. With such an odd group, it would not be that hard to track them, unless she'd incidentally hired another group of nimrods to carry out her current tasks... all she needed to know was where they were going, and if they were the ones... Even if they were, Dacia was not one to lose her head over such a simple matter... even if it cost her a few million more than what she'd paid for it. For now, she was under a rather simple alias, one that could be broken by a simple passport check, should one try and do so. If it weren't for her eyes... d**n her mother for them, because they made it so hard to blend into a crowd without masking them...
She brought up the radio, having already made her way into the security camera system, thanks to a hacker she'd hired not long ago *(not Dom, but someone else)* and watched the group... if she had any luck at all, Daciana would find her statue and be off with it before the tall Irishman even knew what had happened to it. But first, she'd have to find out where it was... and who exactly had it...
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Post by piñata on Mar 19, 2008 11:29:56 GMT -5
(Sometimes I make short posts. Are you going to start ignoring me? ) Kaitlyn nodded at those who recognized her name, affirming their suspicions as to who she was. She got up and walked a respectful distance behind Dom, who seemed freaked out, making sure to give him some space. One of the drunks made a grab at her as she was leaving... she would have freely offered herself if he had asked nicely, but since he didn't she quickly and quietly broke three of his fingers. "Do y'realize how quickly an undercover cop would die in here if he revealed himself?" she asked Kojiro as they exited into a predictably dimly-lit corridor, and followed Crimthann and Ronan. Other thieves -- or, perhaps, suicidal undercover cops -- milled around in the corridor, going about their own business, leaving Crimthann's party alone. Kaitlyn nodded to a couple she recognized... there were people here that she had worked with before, though everyone in this party was new to her. She was still deciding which one she wanted first.
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Post by knightc3 on Mar 19, 2008 23:23:32 GMT -5
A man wearing a business suit and a bowler hat sat a few feet away at an angle from where he could see the group forming. He twirled an umbrella in his right hand, holding a glass of sparkling water in his left. He sat in a comfortable chair with his back to the wall with his legs crossed in front of him. He looked like a banker from 1940s. It was a disguise for show since he knew he wouldn't have the chance to con anybody at this meeting. He would stand out but he wasn't working, so to speak. Everybody in the room were looking at the group, it was pretty evident if you knew what to look for in the casual glances they made towards the group, except one female at the bar.
She was reading something and he didn't recognize her. Looking back at the group, he could see some high profile players joining into what looked like a big recruitment by the two irishmen. Kaitlyn was there and so was that man who had been shouting at all those making a pass at him a while back. He turned to look at the female at the bar. He got up from his seat and walked towards the bar walking in her general direction. He suddenly caught glimpse of her eyes. sh**, he thought to himself and change his direction abruptly walking away from her towards the counter. That was one women he didn't want to enage in a conversation... yet.
He kept his glass on the counter and watched as the group left to enter a dimly lit corridor. The elvish looking man from before was shaking and looked uncomfortable as they left. A few moments later Daciana got up and walked in a different direction. He had been right in assuming someone in that group was her quarry. He made a decision. Removing his hat, placing it on the counter and flipping his jacket the other way, he walked forward and dropped something in her pocket. It was a card, with a cell phone number on it. He kept walking and wasn't noticed. His style of walking had changed and he doubted she could place him.
He figured if he did want to get himself recruited into this group, he would rather not have her after them. He had heard of her reputation and didn't want to face off against her. He hoped she would contact him. Whatever she wanted hopefully didn't necessitate killing one of them. He kept walking towards the group hoping to get a chance to talk. He smiled to himself like a famous bald wrestler used to as he saw Kaitlyn engage a few people. Her reputation was well known to him though he hadn't yet got the chance to meet her in person yet.
((Maybe one of you can notice him now? He is walking behind the group))
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Post by piñata on Mar 20, 2008 11:03:42 GMT -5
Kaitlyn looked behind her as she exited the room and headed into the corridor, to make sure she wasn't being followed. There was only one tail, and she dismissed him as either one of the aforementioned suicidal cops or some small-time gangster wannabe... if he were important, she would have recognized him. She winked, just to play with him a little bit, and then joined the others in the corridor. "We've got a friend," she stated in a low voice so that only the group she was with could hear, and jerked her head in the direction of the door just before the tail emerged into the corridor. Her head motion couldn't have been timed more precisely... by the time the tail could see her, she had stopped making any movements aside from walking forward.
(OOC: I assume that you didn't want anyone to recognize you, considering your character's specialty... Kaitlyn will be appropriately chagrined when she finds out who Chameleon really is, but for now she has no idea.)
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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 20, 2008 11:52:19 GMT -5
Mordin arrived after a long drive to Edinburgh, and finally found the coffee shop he had set off for. As he grabbed his belongings, and began to get out of the car, his eyes had caught numerous people whom he recognized. The underworld of every city was locked away in his brain. He had talked with many, and using other thugs to find the ones he was looking for was not an unknown tactic. He quickly turned his head acting like he was looking for a street sign, so as to not bring suspicion to himself. Something about this area gave him a bad feeling, there were too many dirtbags here. There were too many whom he had seen before. He got out of the car and walked over to the coffee shop, where a tall, gorgeous woman addressed him by name.
"Mr. Delris?" She questioned,
"You would be the one I'm looking for." He responded, recognizing her voice almost instantly. He took a nearby seat, and listened to the woman as she began.
"First off, I want to apologize for lying to you, none of the treasures of Ireland have been stolen... yet." She said, quickly moving on to her next point so as to not lose his interest, "But, the reason we are here is because the local authorities seem to think there's a meeting of theives here... They've seen a lot entering and exiting that hotel over there over the last couple of days. Of course, nobody is going in there to find out, a lawman walking in if it was would be a good way to get killed."
"So you called me in for grunt police work?" He said, annoyed.
"No... We know where two of the four treasures are, and with a large group of thieves possibly meeting so close, it will be a high risk, high reward target. Someone will be going after them, and someone we know already has. We've hired you to find us the other two, and stop those who try and steal them."
Mordin sat back and smiled, "Haha, thats what I'm talkin' about. A real tough job."
She handed him a cell phone and some information, and then walked away. Soon after he had ordered a coffee and drank it, he got up and went out to his car. He read over the papers she handed him, it described the details on the two treasures they knew about, and then gave information on the two they didn't, where they were last seen, known people to have touched them, etc. etc. It was far more extensive than he had expected... Far more extensive than anyone in their right mind would remember...
"Something is wrong with this..."
He inspected the information, he would have to figure it out later. Right now, his goal was to watch that hotel. He had to figure out if there was a meeting going on in there. He had only done two jobs near here, both were in London, which meant that someone he could have caught may have a contact here, but that was a chance he decided to take. If this truly was a meeting, then he could get a look at the groups forming here, and make his job easier in the long run.
He got back out of his car, locking his stuff in his briefcase and leaving it in the car. He walked very casually into the hotel, only to be greeted by a massive group of people, all of which were very open in discussing their exploits, like a bunch of amateurs. That woman wasn't lying, this was a meeting, and if these people all talked like this, there was no doubt grunt police work would figure this place out. Mordin moved to a nearby chair and sat down, watching the room, sitting there comfortably. He wouldn't garner attention, he looked like a thug passing his prime, nobody should give him a second look.
Watching and listening, most of these guys were major amateurs, nobody he should worry about, but one group caught his attention, and the woman that was there with them made him turn his head.
sh**! Kaitlyn... No doubt that slut would recognize me after i locked up her last group. How she managed to avoid jail time is beyond me. Probably slept with the judge. d**n... She never saw my face, but she heard my voice recording in the court. I have to make sure to mask my voice.
He didn't catch a glance at the faces of the group other than hers, they were leaving the room, but that was enough for him. If she was here, she would be involved on the lowest of the low, and that gave him plenty to go on. Knowing that it would be odd if he left so soon, he waiting around, talked to a few random thugs, and them left the building. He didn't think anyone took note of him, and the random thugs he spoke with were too minor to be a bother....
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Post by Fionn Mac Cumhaill on Mar 20, 2008 18:40:47 GMT -5
As the two led them through the building, they talked amongst themselves in hushed Gaelic. Crimthann glanced back at them, then spoke to Ronan again. Ronan mentioned "Leanan sidhe", and Crimthann pursed his lips a bit, then spoke a bit more quietly. Crimthann stopped in front of a door, pulling out his keys and glancing around the hall, spotting a camera and narrowing his eyes on it.
"Alright, mates. Here's the craic."Crimthann said, opening the door and stepping inside. He quickly made his way across the room and turned up some very loud music, and ushered the others onto a balcony, where he could speak without being overhead by unwanted parties. The balcony doors were closed, and there were no cameras on the outside of the building. The rails of the balcony were much too thin to be fitted with listening devices and one party couldn't hear another from their own balcony. The hotel was almost set up for secrecy this way.
"I need your help. All o'you. M'mate there an' I are going after the four treasures of Ireland, an' we can't do it alone. We've got some money, an' we're about to make more of it by fencin' a statue, but first we need to... Make a withdrawal from a bank. A big bank."
"There's goin' t'be a big pay off for all of you. Big, big pay. But there'll be something more, too. Fame. Glory," Crimthann said. "Never bein' forgotten. It won't be easy, but I'll be d**ned if that's goin' t'stop me. So, if you lot want in, you're more than welcome. We're goin' T'start this job immediately."
Crimthann looked at the others with a small smile.
"I'm Crimthann Fairradeach, by the way. M'father was Eoin Fairradeach, Ireland's greatest thief. I'm finishin' what he started with this..." He trailed off, tugging on the chain around his neck and pulling the glowing stone out from under his shirt. "The stone of Destiny."
Ronan nodded. "It'd be a great wonderful thing if Y'lot would join us. We need you. All O'you."
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Post by Crow on Mar 20, 2008 18:50:08 GMT -5
"Kojiro Sato at your service. Former Jade Syndicate assassin and all around killer." He said, taking a bow. "I already have enough fame with the American F.B.I. But you can never have too much money!"
This was sure to be a score. He was lucky that agent looking guy forced him into the bar. He was honestly thinking his luck was starting to turn around. Besides the possibility that some of his old friends had found him anyway.....
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Post by Da Pwny on Mar 20, 2008 19:42:41 GMT -5
Of course, no one would account for an innocent potted plant, placed off to the side to give the stony balconies some flair, paid for by Daciana, albeit indirectly of course. It took some channel-flipping, but when she heard the loud music on one open channel, she knew it was the one to listen in on... no one around here would play such loud music without having something to hide.
With what she wanted to know practically given to her (these high-end dealers of sorts were always the type to think themselves perfectly safe), she exited the room, having once more disguised it. Anyone else without the key would only see a room filled with jewelry boxes, clothes, and the like. Of course, she was the only one with a key to it all, as anyone with half a mind would know... As if she'd trust anyone with anything beyond unworkable copies.
Taking a turn, she entered the main hall, and took a seat at the bar once more. Disguised as before, she sat down, the Bluetooth headset on her ears the perfect disguise for her continued listening. The mouth piece only worked when her phone was actually in a call; with a single small chip and some ingenuity, along with a voided manufacturer's warranty (though that was nothing to worry about), she could hear the selected channel on her cell, listening to the conversation as well as one could... Some interference made her ears twitch under her hat, but it was to be expected, given that they were most likely trying to blot out any methods of eavesdropping available on the market... However, she used an unusual channel, so hers was only partially interrupted, allowing her to hear most of everything that was going on up there.
The device itself was on all the time; all the little stupid lights and anything of the like were taken out, leaving just the basics. This made it ideal for hiding in plain site, as lights and such tended to give away where something was... Such as the potted plant, which would certainly be found out should someone do a proper sweep... Not that it was a worry of hers, as any indicators of where it'd come from were wiped clean from it, even the serial number. It was a listening device, not a name tag, dammit. The last thing she needed was someone finding out where it'd come from...
She ordered a drink, the phone recording everything that was being said. Even if she got a phone call, it would not be interrupted, which was nice considering that she often got calls at the worst times... Sipping on the martini she'd gotten, she continued listening, her eyes shutting for a minute as she used one foot to balance herself with the bar step underneath, acting as though she were suffering through a long winded conversation with someone who wouldn't shut up...
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Post by Jess on Mar 20, 2008 23:11:18 GMT -5
The paranoid elf lad looked around the balcony, and then at the plant. The plant was an odd choice of placement, but he left well alone. Human liked such things placed about randomly in rooms... it was what made the intrigueing- wasting space.
Of course, with all his attention being focused on the odd placement of the plant, he missed the part about the score. "Gah!" He said, "I'm stupid... sorry. I won't tell you folks my name, but most just call me..." A pause as he shudders, "Belldandy... " He shrugs, "I've kinda grown used to the nickname..."
He shakes his head as he looks back toward the plant, tugging at a leaf. Of course, the listening device goes unnoticed since he isn't looking for it... but he knew /something/ was amiss with the thing. And hsi random muttering in elvish could be heard alot easier over all the other sounds, since his face was practically hovering over the d**ned thing.
((How the hell did I manage that? I was /tired/ when I posted this.))
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Post by Da Pwny on Mar 21, 2008 5:42:19 GMT -5
*planet O.o that's kinda a big thing to be placing in a room XD try a plant*
She made a face, speaking a few lines to continue the charade. Daciana thought she was getting some sort of feedback, and tapped the headset a few times. Just what the hell was going on with it?
Ignoring it for now, she went back to her drink, intent upon editing out that bit. Whoever was f**king with it would see a beating, and it sounded like the girly-man elf. Pitty... she'd actually enjoyed that boy's tantrum, and now she'd have to kill him for interfering with her eavesdropping...
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Post by knightc3 on Mar 21, 2008 6:15:32 GMT -5
Kalev smiled when he saw Kaitlyn look back and wink. He was about to quicken his pace to catch up to them when they turned the corner. As he came round the bend he saw the Irishman almost push the group into a room and closed the door shut. He kept walking as if he wasn't following them. Turning the next corner, he was wearing a baseball cap which he had taken out of his jacket pocket. His face had changed as he walked into the crowded street, disappearing in it.
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Post by Fionn Mac Cumhaill on Mar 21, 2008 10:52:55 GMT -5
(Seriously, I have no idea how I missed both Knight and Pinata's post. @_@ But Knight, if your character is going outdoors, that's perfect.)
Ronan watched Dom toy with the plant, cocking an eyebrow. "You alright, mate?" He asked, stepping over and looking at the plant curiously. The rather large Lycan was a clumsy fellow. When he reached in to grab a leaf, the same way the elf had, he knocked the plant off the edge of the balcony; sending it down two stories.
"f**k me!" Crimthann said. "We're gonna have T'pay fer that, Y'know that, right?"
Ronan glanced back at Crimthann curiously. "Are you takin' the piss, Crimthann? We're thieves. f**k if we're payin' fer that!"
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Post by piñata on Mar 21, 2008 11:04:15 GMT -5
Kaitlyn tried to hide her surprise at the mention of the Four Treasures, schooling her features into an innocent-looking expression that suggested she had no idea what Crimthann was on about. "Sounds interesting. I'm in," she said in a neutral tone.
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Post by Rosy on Mar 21, 2008 15:11:53 GMT -5
((Eh... I'll try.)) Tobias wearily swirled his drink around in his cup, trying desperately to ignored the voice from the headset blaring into his ear.
"Duke? Duke! Report Duke!"
He grimanced at the high pitch squeal coming through as he put his glass back on he table.
"Duke here," he murmured.
"Have you made contact with the thieves?" The nagging voice belonged to Viola, the woman at headquarters responsible for getting him signed up for this stupid job.
"There are a lot of thieves here," he replied with a smirk. He was sitting at the very back of the room, watching the thieves talk. A rather boring process in his opinion.
"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!" she yelled back at him. Viola was well known for her hot temper.
"They went upstairs a few minutes ago," he answered, "I'm going up to them soon."
Before Viola got a chance to respond, he removed the bud from his ear and sucked the juice from the battery with his hand. He threw the bud to the side, finished his drink, and started walking towards the stairs. His boots squeaked on the linoleum floors as he took the first step. A few drunks lounging on the stairs pointed and laughed at him. Tobias grabbed one by the arm, sending the electricity he absorbed from the battery through the man's body. The man slumped over onto his friends. When none of them said anything, Tobias smiled unpleasantly at them and continued his way to the second floor, rubber boots squeaking every step of the way. God I hate these shoes... ((He'll catch up in my next post. I'm kinda busy at the moment.))
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