Fish's Eleven [IC]

[Elyrin]

Nowhere, Somewhere, Anywhere, Everywhere, 1989

Lazing back on one of the couches, a Japanese woman picked at her fourth plate of food. The buffet had been nice, but she was really getting bored of all this waiting. A voice in the back of her head urged her to be patient, but it was ignored. What was it that their mysterious employer had called them here for, she wondered? Maybe- oh?

That woman was their employer? Impressive. The woman sat up a bit straighter, allowing her red eyes to wander a bit...

Yami, stop staring. We're here for business, we don't need you being indecent.
Tch. Fine, I'll stop. Can't have you being jealous of our boss, after all.

The woman shut out the stuttering protests of the other voice, but was nice enough to keep her agreement. Normally, she would have put more effort into teasing, but the voice had a point. It was time for business. Yami set her now-empty plate on a nearby table, and sat up to listen to what her employer had planned for the group.

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Ohoho, the Cross of Christ? Quite impressive, for a first job - and being paid in gold wasn't bad either - especially if it had powers like the Dark Lady insisted. That Pink Panther was an interesting Mystic Code, as well, although Yami had no need for it. The Vegas team seemed to be full, and the Vatican wasn't really her thing, so...

Rui, you're up.

The woman stood up from her seat, walking over and picking up a bright red orb from the few that remained. She turned to address the others in the room, Japanese accent barely perceptible to those who listened for it.

"Ah, a moment. Before you go, I believe I should introduce myself as well, even though we won't be working together immediately. Yamada Akarui, specializing in illusion, detection, stealth, and distraction. I am capable of fighting, of course, but a combat specialist would be more effective in that regard."

Keeping secrets, are we, Rui-chan~?
I will tell them of your existence. Eventually. Do not try to ruin this.

"I would be prefer to be on the London team, personally. Is that agreeable, Dark Lady?" The woman bowed slightly towards her new employer, a small smile playing about her lips.

[Satehi]

Ezio Gallo
The-House-With-Legs, Las Vegas 1989

"I've not been in London since it was being bombarded, so I think I would like to see how it changed," I offered.

“It would be a pleasure to have you along,” He said, “as with the rest of you. The more, the merrier, I think.”

Sitting back onto the couch, he watched as the rest of the conversation went on. The Las Vegas group got another assignment, apparently. More work for them, although also more fun. As they finished discussing the details of their little extra mission, they arrived at Las Vegas. Maybe he'd go and take a look at it before they left.

[deviatesfish]

Las Vegas Outskirts, 1989

The blistering sun bore down upon you as you walked out of the House-With-Legs, only to see, from the outside, that there was no house. Only a mere ripple, like the surface of a body of water, occurred when someone exited, dropping you and your friends down into the sands over looking Las Vegas.

This city is not yet the greatest, most infamous city of sin in the world... yet. It is still developing, with many construction sites all over the place. It is still humble, though the casinos of great fame were all there. It is already a headquarters of the underground, their thugs washing away and counting their money while their brains and leaders smoke their Cuban cigars. Of course, much of this, is just common knowledge to those who practice magecraft, for Las Vegas is not only a den of gambling, prostitution, and other sins, but also an underground market of the rarer... ingredients... for many researchers and practitioners of magecraft.

Your group is dropped on the sands, hidden by some natural fauna, when a man approaches you.

He is tall, with dark skin and tribal paint on his face. In this kind of attire, he looks like a Native American. With an annoyed glare at your group, he grumbles, "This is what She sent me? You lot? You look like you can't do it... but I guess what the hell, the heist needs to be done anyway." He scratches his head before lighting a cigarette. Seeing your glances, he offers you one too. It looks cheap. "Yes? You want one? No? Whatever. I'm Dressed-in-Hairy, your... ahem... contact. If you were expecting a secret underground lair or something, you... ah, what the hell, that joke's old. Look, we're going to the Motel, where I'll brief you. It's... safer there. Unless you have some other things to do around town first, I suggest you get those things done first, because once you pull this job, I don't think you want to be in town for a while."

House-With-Legs, 1989

"Well, that takes care of them," I smile, "S-so, where would you guys like to go next?"

[SeiKeo]

Evgenia Petrova
Nowhere, Somewhere, Anywhere, Everywhere, 1989

"This is what She sent me? You lot? You look like you can't do it... but I guess what the hell, the heist needs to be done anyway." He scratches his head before lighting a cigarette. Seeing your glances, he offers you one too. It looks cheap. "Yes? You want one? No? Whatever. I'm Dressed-in-Hairy, your... ahem... contact. If you were expecting a secret underground lair or something, you... ah, what the hell, that joke's old. Look, we're going to the Motel, where I'll brief you. It's... safer there. Unless you have some other things to do around town first, I suggest you get those things done first, because once you pull this job, I don't think you want to be in town for a while."

"Motel? Why, isn't out employer skimping on the accommodations? How about we go, see what the job is, and then have some fun, ​gang?"

[deviatesfish]

Las Vegas Outskirts, 1989

"Eh, he he," Dressed-in-Hairy scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "If you want to stay in the more... ah, heh, more luxurious accommodations, you ah... might have to face some... ah... unsavory individuals who ah... might..." He look down at the ground.

...

He looked back up, "Oh, you're ah, still here? W-well, if you go into the better accommodated areas, the walls have ears... and eyes... and noses... and maybe even tongues, if you catch my drift? But if you're here for fun, why don't you get the job done first, eh? Unless you got another job around, that is."

[Erlkonig]

James Mallen
Las Vegas Outskirts 1989


It was at this time that the gunslinger decided to speak up. "Unsavory?" The man paused. "...After the job is done, I would like to take a detour, and deal with these... "Unsavory" guys." He then shook his head. "Are you saying that while the Motel is not well-accomodated, it provides a silent area of operations?"

[deviatesfish]

Las Vegas Outskirts, 1989

"Well, it's not the... best, persay," Dressed-in-Hairy shrugged, "but it's my headquarters of operations, so to speak."

[Erlkonig]

James Mallen
Las Vegas Outskirts, 1989

"It's fine..." James mumbled out. "So long as it gets the job done..."