Kish
The building Liliana directed you to is easy to find but hard to approach, hemmed in by a nexus of one-way streets which seem to ensure that whenever you are close enough to the building to see it you are legally required to drive straight away from it, but you're able to park close enough to approach the building; how close to the requested arrival time you get there depends on how much time you left yourself.

Her contact asked for you to come to Room 901 at 2 PM. The desk guard looks surprised by some of your looks, but not enough to get out of his chair; unless you seek to engage him in conversation, he waves you by. Let me know how you're approaching the building and when you're likely to get there.
Justanotherhero
As Julian prepares for the meeting, he approaches the situation with some caution. Before leaving his home, Julian meticulously checks his personal protection equipment. He selects a discreet, firearm, ensuring it's loaded and secure within a holster under his  jacket, tailored to not draw unwanted attention.

Driving to the meeting, Julian opts for Zahir's older F-150, a choice that blends in with the local traffic and doesn't stand out as overly suspicious or luxurious. The complexity of the one-way streets around the building proves to be a challenge, but Julian's foresight in allowing extra travel time pays off. Sadly it also means he did not get to inspect the building as much as he wanted to.

Zahir drops Julian off a block away, then circles the area. Julian walks the remaining distance to the building.

Julian pays close attention to his surroundings this could be a gathering of friends or something more insidious.

Upon entering the building, Julian's appearance draws a brief look of surprise from the desk guard, perhaps due to his out-of-town aura or the slight bulge under his jacket that suggests he's not entirely defenseless.

Liliana is from another Pantheon so displaying diplomatic courtesy is in order. Julian will knock on the door a few seconds after 2 PM.
Kaworu
Mateusz has dressed to the meeting casually - blue jeans and a colorful t-shirt. He was wearing glasses and had a black hair a little bit longer than the typical male was sprouting. Under his t-shirt, he had his bullet-proof vest (he was wearing it all the time, even to sleep). He was also wearing on his neck his golden Sun pendant, the most important gift he had received from his father.

Of course, he brought Helena to the meeting, his closest friend. She was also wearing glasses, had long, straight, blonde hair and beautiful, ocean-blue eyes.

- I'm wondering what the meeting will be about? - Mateusz said to Helena in Polish – If this is something… shocking, I’m glad I have you with me – he smiled to his friend – But considering all the people have Gods’ blood in their veins, I presume we could deal with anything, don’t you think?
DeTess
"Having blood like that was one of the requirements for getting invited to this meeting in the first place. Whatever is going on makes this a requirement, not a guarantee for an easy time." A voice spoke up behind Mateusz, speaking polish as if its owner had grown up in downtown Warsaw.

Liliana wore an expertly tailored black suit with a red tie. The suit was tailored to her specifications and hid the holster under her left arm that held a handgun. In contrast to the suit her own appearance was rather unremarkable, her reddish-brown hair being the one feature most people would remember after meeting her. "I mentioned it in my message to you, but I've been unable to verify who asked to arrange this meeting, so keep your guard up."

Liliana had come alone, though Graham, her... butler, for lack of a better term was parked with his car near the hotel. Graham had been one of the first of the people who owed her father to get in contact with her, and he helped her with all kinds of matters. The older man kept the house clean, drove her around, made dinner, helped organize information and much more. He was no fighter, but a great help with the day-to-day running of her business.

"In case it wasn't clear, I'm Liliana Cypher." She offered Mateusz a business card, the nice one with her full name on it, not the one with her initial that she mostly used as a subtle intimidation tool. "We could wait down here for the others, but that's assuming no one came early. I'll be heading up now, but feel free to wait for the rest if you wish." She headed in the direction of the elevators to make her way to room 901.
Kaworu
- Oh? - the face of Mateusz lighted up, when hearing (apparently?) a foreigner speaking his mother language – Mateusz, my pleasure, and this is Helena. - he did a short introduction – I think we will go with you, there’s no really a need to do otherwise? - he asked, when looking at Helena with a raised eyebrow.
PoeticallyPsyco
Brand stepped off of the bus, shading his eyes in the morning (almost noon, now) sun. Not so long ago he would have been miserable, jet-lagged and stiff from his trans-Atlantic flight. Now, most of a year since his Visitation, he hardly even noticed the discomfort.

The bus hadn't been able to get him very close to the address. Inconvenient, but that's why he'd come early. More curious was that neither of the ride-sharing apps he'd checked would have been able to take him to his destination, either. Not enough information to draw any conclusions, but intriguing.

His divine mother (11 months since his Visitation, and he still wasn't sure how he felt about her) had sent him a dream informing him that his next task would be coming soon. Sure enough, a mysterious invitation from "an American colleague" had arrived the next week. He'd made sure that the vulnerable people he had helped (the ones still speaking with him, at least) would have reliable contacts in his absence, referred his students to other self-defense instructors, packed his clothes, and been on a flight a few days later.

Truth be told, he had been expecting something like this for quite a while, and laying the groundwork ahead of time. Selecting online courses whenever possible, establishing networks that would survive his absence, letting his friends, students, and contacts know that he may have to leave unexpectedly.

...Well. That wasn't  quite  true.

...And he was done ignoring hard truths.

He hadn't been  expecting  a new quest to uproot his life all over again.

He'd been  hoping  for one.

And now, looking up the walk at this towering skyscraper, a part of yet somehow apart from the city around it, he finally felt it again. The  thrill . How long had it been since he faced a real challenge? Months? Years, even, if you were talking about a purely physical test. But whatever this was, whatever could possibly require the combined efforts of multiple people like himself, it was rekindling that fire deep inside of him. And if he could help some people along the way, do some real good, well then, that was even better.

Brand grinned behind his cheap sunglasses.

"Oh, I am looking forward to this."

 
 Spoiler: Description 
Brand is in business casual (plus cheap sunglasses he picked up at the airport); black pants and a short-sleeved button-up shirt. A closer inspection will reveal that they're made with slightly stretchier fabrics than typical, allowing a better range of motion while still looking like he belongs in most settings. He is packing neither weapons nor armor, but does have a laptop tucked under one arm and a charging cord coiled up in a back pocket.

Brandon himself has no presence at all. Slightly above average height, slightly above average build, pale, lightly freckled. If not for his longish red hair, he'd be aggressively forgettable; as is, he's just bland, like an extra in a movie.

This illusion cracks a bit if he starts to talk, but for now he's content to watch and learn.
 
Benoojian
Max's car backfired as he parked outside the address, the old beater always had something wrong with it but managed to just barely keep running. Max stepped out of the car, pushing back long black hair. He was dressed in jeans and a band t-shirt, with a light leather jacket. Anyone inspecting the leather with the correct Boons would notice it was giving him far more protection than it looked like. His computer bag slung over one shoulder contained, among other things, a textbook whose letters swam and changed if you stared at them just right, like one of those magic eye puzzles. With a bit of trepidation he opened the trunk and looked at the rifle, deciding at the last minute to leave it for this meeting.

Max entered the room quietly, waiting to see who was in charge here. He took a seat where he could see all the exits best.
Kish
Room 901 is, unsurprisingly, very close to the elevator on the ninth floor. It's a square room, with a closed door opposite the door you went in by, and a table in the middle of the room, surrounded by a dozen chairs. Sitting in one of those chairs is a pale-skinned blonde woman who looks about 30, in a grey business suit. She rises when the first one of you enters the room; she's about five and a half feet tall. She speaks with a faint accent that's hard to place.

Until she is reasonably certain no one else is arriving, she seems reluctant to speak of her reasons for asking you to come there, but when all of you have arrived, she speaks in a soft but clear voice.

"I apologize for any awkwardness. I am not used to deal with--those like myself. There is someone very dear to me who suffers from an affliction caused by--by titanspawn." She stumbles slightly over the word. "I have discovered that there is an object that could help him, but it is in Atlanta, in the hands of those who I could not get it from myself. I am hoping you will be willing and able to retrieve it for me. I can pay you...I suspect money is of relatively little value, but I have a number of resources. If there are other objects you would want, I might be able to get them for you."

After a moment, she blinks and adds, "I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I? You can call me Elena Kessler."
DeTess
Liliana had taken a seat somewhere, and gave Elena her best 'reassuring a client' smile. "Ms. Kessler, I do think I could be of some assistance with this. However, it would help to know more. What can you tell me about this object? What are we looking for, and who currently owns it?"
Kish
"I do not know its name; it is of Celtic origin, I believe." Elena produces a drawing of a sword. "It is either quite a large dagger or quite a small sword. I believe it is in the hands of"--once again she stumbles over the word--"titanspawn. My research led me to a university, and there the trail went cold for me, but I have hope that you might be better able to get answers."
Justanotherhero
He nods politely to Brand, Mateusz, Max, and gives a slight acknowledgment to Liliana for her initiative in engaging with Elena.

" Ms. Kessler, " Julian then addresses Elena.
" In addition to what's already been asked, understanding the nature of the opposition we might face is crucial. The specifics of the object and its current guardians will greatly influence our plan of action. So if you could tell us what University and what kind of creature made your friend sick. That would be greatly appreciated. If they attacked your friend I personally see no reason not to at least investigate."  

Julian looks around looking for any other opinions.
Kaworu
Mateusz and Helena just took the first seat that were available. There was no reason to overthing things, they both believed.

- Hm… - Mateusz said after some thought – Two things are on my mind. The first is: I would like to help you no matter what. Titanspawns are our enemies and this reason suffices for me. But the second thing is, I have tried for some time to get an access to a relic that would grand me the Stars Purview. As an astrophysicist, being able to do the things with the concept of time is very enticing for me, you see. Sadly, Horus does not grants access to that Purview in his gifts. If you would be able to secure such a Relic for me, I would be grateful.

- But, as I said previously, I wanna help no matter what, even if this gift won’t be given to me. Your cause seems to be the righteous one, I have to admit. Just so. - he finished, a little bit awkward.
DeTess
"Mr. Flynne, if memory serves, you have Celtic connections, do you not?" Liliana asked the flame-haired man. "Does the description of this artifact mean anything to you?"
Kish
"You will help?" She smiles at Mateusz. "My lead was at Georgia State University. Some kind of...goat-people. I don't know if they have the item themselves, or just information about it, though. I...lack the abilities to approach them.

Obtaining a relic such as you describe shouldn't be a problem."

 
 Spoiler: Julian, Brand, Liliana, Mateusz 
You believe you can place the image as an obscure part of perhaps the best-known Celtic legend: King Arthur's dagger, Carnwennen.

 
 Spoiler: Liliana, Mateusz 
Its name means "Little White Blade." It's best-known in stories for King Arthur having used it to cut a witch in half. Nothing seems to have been recorded of its powers, beyond cutting.
 

 
PoeticallyPsyco
Interesting. Several of his colleagues seemed to be assuming that the titanspawn currently possessing the relic had also attacked Ms. Kessler's afflicted friend. A very reasonable assumption... perhaps deliberately so. Ms. Kessler spoke very carefully, almost as though she were trying to dodge an ability to hear lies, and Brand had learned to be wary of those that let implication do their talking for them. On the other hand, he had neither heard any lies nor smelled any guilt, so perhaps this was how she always spoke.

Of course, just because she always spoke carefully didn't mean she  wasn't  hiding something now.

Not nearly enough information to draw any conclusions, but he'd keep his mind open to all possibilities.


 
 Originally Posted by DeTess 
 "Mr. Flynne, if memory serves, you have Celtic connections, do you not?" Liliana asked the flame-haired man. "Does the description of this artifact mean anything to you?" 
 

Ah. Looks like his time of gathering information from the sidelines had come to an end. The lady who had spoken first hadn't introduced herself to him yet, but her speech patterns and (more importantly) knowledge of his heritage were enough to confidently peg her as the "American colleague" who had invited him in the first place.

Brand leaned forward in his chair, then did a quick double-take. That was a  nice  suit. How'd he missed that?

If Brand's face was plain, his voice was the opposite; the fruit of countless hours of training. Deep and rich, if this hero business didn't work out, his vocals could always make him a decent living as a public speaker, a musician, or perhaps a maker of audiobooks.

"Depending on the era of creation, that blade would be classified as a 'saxe', a name and style we borrowed from the Vikings, both warped slightly in the process." Brand silently thanked the  Ranger's Apprentice  series for that bit of trivia. The orphanage had had several of those books on the shelves, and Brand had read them all. And speaking of bedtime stories... "However, that specific weapon predates the term in the British Isles by a few hundred years. Unless I miss my guess, that is either  Carnwennen  or a deliberate imitation. The secondary weapon of King Arthur himself! Alas, when it comes to its current whereabouts or powers, I'm afraid I have little to contribute. My interactions with my..." he pauses, a (deliberate) parallel to Ms. Kessler's awkwardness mentioning the supernatural, "extended family... have all focused on the modern world, and on modern problems in need of solutions."

 Note to self , he thought.  Next semester, more courses on mythology. Less on business. I need to be more, heh, practical in my studies. 

Brand turned to face their host, and continued in his melodic, lightly accented speech. "As for your request, Ms. Kessler, to aid those in need is my very great pleasure. I would be delighted to test my skills against these Titanspawn, whether that be words or blows." He almost described it as 'my duty and my pleasure', but changed his mind at the last second. Better not even to hint at his geas* to someone he wasn't completely sure he could trust.

* Pronounced about halfway between "gish" and "gesh".
DeTess
Liliana nodded along with Brand's explanation. " Now that you mention it , that name does ring a bell. I seem to remember a myth about the blade being used to slay a witch. It might have curse breaking properties or similar, though that is just speculation on my part."

She then addressed the client. "I will of course help out with this matter. I have no particular payment in mind, so let's settle on an equivalent favor owed in the future and leave it at that. Is there anything else you can tell us about the situation?"

 
 Spoiler: OOC only for poetically, benoojian 

Italics is a lie.

Yes, I'll be triggering your ability a lot, but I'll get a protective knack sooner rather than later.
 
Kaworu
- Well - Mateusz joined in - It seems to me our knowledge of the dagger is not that great. Much better to try talking with those university people... goats? - he asked rhetorically - I do not suppose we have more ideas and data? - he asked, this time his hostess instead of all the gathering - It would be kinda rad, but, oh well, we do have to work with what we have, don't we? - he smiled a little bit.
Kish
"I believe they remain on campus in a fraternity house, but I couldn't find the name of the fraternity," Elena says. "I can't think of any other useful information, I'm afraid."
Justanotherhero
"If we are to embark on this endeavor together, it is only fitting that I properly introduce myself: While Eldridge will do for most purposes I have been proclaimed Mazaces baed Alzil, and I have  requests that align with my responsibilities as Guardian of Gates.

"Firstly, I wish to be present during any interrogations of prisoners. The insights we gain could prove useful "

He continues, "Moreover, given the prolonged nature of the war of gates in the eternal desert - a conflict that has dragged on far longer than anyone would desire—I request to claim the bodies of any adversaries we could not defeat without weighing their soul. Recruiting them for the war effort is a somber, yet potentially necessary, action. Should Ms. Kessler manage to secure a divine fragment of Lunar, I would be profoundly grateful."

Julian's tone remains earnest and determined. "However, even without such a fragment, my dedication to assisting in this investigation remains steadfast. It represents our best lead."

"As for the investigation itself, I will gladly research the goat-men and the blade. Regarding the fraternities, I suspect that appearing to wander in, seemingly half-drunk through the front door, might be useful?"
DeTess
"It's not a half-bad idea, mr. Eldridge." Liliana conceded. "However, unless you're planning on going to parties every night for the next few weeks, it would help to narrow down the candidates first. I believe that's where I'll come in. While you look into information on the nature of the goat creatures I'll look into the fraternities and identify those with potential supernatural ties."

Liliana retrieved some business cards from a pocket. "I suspect we all have some legwork to do. Let's keep in contact and share any information we find." She offered the cards to whoever wanted them. The card listed among other things her phone number and e-mail address. "If anyone feels lost during the investigative stage, I could always use a bit more assistance with archive diving and other research."
PoeticallyPsyco
Brand gave serious thought to winking at the lady in the nice suit to show he'd caught her lie, but ultimately decided against it. Too many ways it could be misinterpreted... and by this point the moment had passed anyway.

Good ideas were being floated all around. Brandon accepted a business card (Cypher, how appropriate!), and decided that this was the right time to reveal some of his own hand.

"I think I will take you up on that offer to assist with research. I have some tricks uniquely suited to narrowing down suspects, but they will only work face-to-face." He nodded to the Mr. Elridge, "For instance, encountering them at a party."

Now he addressed whole group, including their host. "As for a more preemptive measure, I have been gifted with the power of the Vigil Brand by the god Ogma. If you allow me to mark you, it will alert me the moment you encounter physical danger, and most likely what manner of danger you've found yourself in, your condition, and your location. This would let me 'send in the cavalry' if you get in over your head." Brand pulls a silver sharpie from his pocket and spins it between his fingers.

"I can also mark objects and animals, though since I do have a limit on how many Vigil Brands I can place in a short time, I'd prefer you reserve this function for clever plans and schemes, rather than just ensuring no one eggs your car without your knowledge.

"Last but not least, and continuing the theme of an ounce of prevention being worth a pound of cure, I am a licensed self-defense and martial arts instructor. Should anyone desire to develop or hone some combat skills, I am at your service."
DeTess
"I might take you up on that offer of training, mr. Flynne." Liliana replied. "Provided you're planning on staying in town for the foreseeable future at least. I will admit that straight-up combat is not one of my strong suits, but it is one I'd like to be more proficient at at least."
Kaworu
- My name is Mateusz Śląski. Nice to meet you all - it seemed an appropriate time for making some introductions - And my ladyfriend is Helena Zdanowska.

He noted in his head the offer of martial arts training (could be fun! He wasn't as well-trained in the martial arts as he would be, even though he did some improvements since becoming a Scion) but hadn't really had any idea as to which fraternity could be responsible for goat-men and how to find it. Could be a little bit problematic in the future, but seeing as others apparently had some ideas, he could just drag along them.
Kish
Before you leave, Elena gives you a phone number at which to contact her. She asks you to share whatever contact information you're comfortable giving her.
Kaworu
Mateusz have given her in exchange his phone number, email address and a Skype handle. Considering he was traveling rather a lot, he didn't give her his home address, as that was bound to change.

Of course, he had a flat for himself, but in Poland, so that's probably wasn't a good idea...
PoeticallyPsyco
Brand shares his cell number, his email, and the address of the Airbnb* he's rented for the month.

* For those that have never heard of it, Airbnb is a company that home-owners can use to rent out their house for short durations, like a hotel room but it's the whole house. Brand probably grabbed a small one near the college, because there will be a lot of them there for visiting parents.
Justanotherhero
"Before we part ways, I'd like to extend my thanks to Mr. Brand for his generous offer of supernatural aid. It's a valuable resource that I might very well take him up on as our quest progresses."

With that, Julian proceeds to distribute his business cards to those present:
---------

Julian Eldridge
Professional Deep Sea Diver
Abyssal Finds Recovery Co.

Dedicated to Uncovering the Secrets of the Deep

Office:
307 East Wonders Way
Suite 210
Casper, WY 82601

Mobile: (307) 555-0192
Email:  j.eldridge@abyssalfinds.com 
Website:  www.abyssalfinds.com 

"Exploring the Depths, Revealing the Past"

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He would wait a bit for any questions or comments then say:
"I'll be researching the Goat Men. Should you need to reach me for any reason or have information to share, please don't hesitate to use the contact details on this card.

It was a pleasure."

With that Julian would give a small wave goodbye and head to the door contacting Zahir that he would appreciate a pick up to the house so he can start his research.
DeTess
Contact information exchanged, Liliana headed out as well. Once she exited the lobby a black sedan stopped at the curb and she got in.

"Did the meeting go well, miss?" Graham asked as he drove away.

"Well enough, I suppose." Liliana replied. "A clear target, but not much in the way of other information. I'll have some legwork to do."

"I wish  you  the best of luck with that, miss." Graham's emphasis was not lost on Liliana, who answered the implied comment with a wry smile.

"I'll have a list of documents I'd like you to track down by the time we're home. Publications of student associations and fraternities over the last year or so mostly, so these should not be too hard to find."

"I'll do my best, miss." Graham replied, deadpan.

The rest of the journey passed in silence as Liliana worked on the promised list for Graham. It ended up being fairly non-specific, asking for any and all student newspapers and association and fraternity newsletters and publications of the past two years.

While Graham worked on those, she headed to the library and retrieved folders containing the last two years of issues of the "Atlanta Metro" and "United Truth". The former was a bi-weekly publication available for free all over the city. It consisted mostly of advertisements, interspersed with stories about life in the city and local politics. The latter was a sensational magazine peddling all kinds of conspiracy theories, UFO and cryptid sightings and other weird stories. Most of that was nonsense, of course, but they occasionally ran stuff based on the truth that no other paper would run.

Liliana started skimming through the papers, sorting them out in a stack containing unrelated stuff, and a stack containing potentially useful articles which she'd take a closer look at once she was doen with her first pass. She was looking for anything odd or unusual going on with the various student associations and fraternities, whether it was strange noises heard at one of their buildings, sudden interests in Celtic mythology, disappearances or other noteworthy invents.
PoeticallyPsyco
Brandon pulls out his laptop, sets up a hotspot with his phone (if there isn't free Wifi available in the building), and starts jotting stuff down.

First, he adds the contact information everyone has given him to his phone and email contacts. He sends off an email to Liliana, who expressed explicit interest in lessons, letting her know his schedule is pretty much completely open so if she had a time that she wanted instruction he should be free.

Then he starts checking bus routes and other public transportation, getting a feel for how he'll be travelling from his Airbnb to other parts of the city. The college campus is walking distance, but libraries, restaurants, grocery stores, and even the fraternity houses may not be. Once that last thought occurs to him, he also creates a list in his phone of all the publicly available fraternity house names and addresses.

 
 Spoiler: OOC for Kish 
Brand is stalling, trying to be the last one in the room with Elena Kessler. If that happens, or if she leaves when there's only one other person in the room, he spends one Legend to activate Brehon's Eye, letting him read the highest Virtue, lowest Virtue, and Nature of a number of people present equal to his roll (below), in descending order of Legend (so starting with the person with highest Legend).

 (4d10)[ 1 ][ 6 ][ 3 ][ 2 ](12)  + 0 automatic successes
 
PoeticallyPsyco
 
 Spoiler: OOC for Kish again 
Wow, that was an abysmal roll. Assuming that Brand actually had the opportunity to activate Brehon's Eye, I spend another point of Legend to reroll, and this time I spend a point of Willpower for one automatic success (assuming that's allowed; otherwise I instead I spend my point of Legend for 3 automatic successes instead of rerolling).

 (4d10)[ 3 ][ 10 ][ 3 ][ 1 ](17) 
 
Justanotherhero
Driving home with Zahir, the atmosphere is one of quiet determination. Upon arrival, Julian sets up his workspace, surrounded by the old archives left by his father—a treasure trove of knowledge that feels both comforting and imposing. He begins his research methodically, of the fraternities do all of them use Greek letters? Do some use Egyptian letters? Do some fraternities use a different language as a base? He starts looking up the websites and pictures of the houses on social media. After that diving first into the depths of Egyptian lore, navigating through ancient texts and scrolls that whisper secrets of the past. His search is thorough, leaving no stone unturned as he sifts through English, then Swedish, and finally Spanish sources, casting a wide net over the global pool of mythological understanding.

His Father Osiris, the god often associated with the ram, is central to Julian's investigation. He delves into Osiris's history with fervor, examining every document, every myth, every connection that might hint at a relationship between his father and the titanspawn goat men. The distinction between the ram and the goat becomes a critical point of focus, a symbolic divergence that Julian hopes will clear Osiris of any unintended associations.

After confirming that these creatures bear no relation to Osiris, Julian expands his research to other mythologies, looking for any leads that could explain the origins and intentions of the goat men. The potential for a public relations disaster looms in his mind—the idea that Osiris could be blamed for the actions of these titanspawn is unacceptable.

Throughout this intense period of research, Zahir proves to be an indispensable ally. Whether fetching additional resources, offering insights, or simply providing silent support, his presence is a constant reassurance.

Julian's dedication to his task is unwavering, driven by a commitment to his father's legacy.
Kaworu
Mateusz and Helena went out of the meeting place and to flat that Mateusz was living in.

- What do you think? A kingdom for your thoughts – Mateusz said to his friend during the commute back home.

- It’s good that you will have access to the Stars Purviews, that’s for sure – answered she.

- And beyond that?

- We might be searching for a bladeof King Artur, we know very little right now and we have yet to assess how dangerous and sly these goat-men can be… - she sighed – I know you are a godly being, but not the whole world is. Plus your focus is mind, not body.  I’m simply worried for you, is all – she did not look him in the eye, though.

- And…? - Mateusz sensed she wanted to say something else.

- You see… - began Helena – If this is truly the sword in the stone, things might get nasty. I know you aren't completely undefensive, but there are still scions… and beings… more powerful than you. Also, I know pretty well this isn’t the quiet, meditative life you always strived for. That’s unfair.

- Oh, Helenka – he looked as she in an affeccionate way – This is true, but you know very well it is not the complete truth. Yes, I wanted to lead a scientist’s life instead of jumping to America in order to fight gods-know-what monstrosities. But there is also beauty, honor and joy in what we have to do. I mean, I am still in a better situation than, let’s say, Warsavians during the Second World War, right?

- Eh… - was all Helena had to say – Maybe. But a war is a war. Even if you get nice gifts as an incentive.

 ~*~ 
In flat of Mateusz, they turned on their laptops and started Google-ing all the things that could be useful – including a list of books to get later at a local library.

Of course, they also had tasty tea and some snacks to go with it.

Helena was a common quest at the home of Mateusz and had even her own desk and chair just in case they should do something together – exactly like right now. Helena, though, had her own apartament not many paces from Mateusz’s.
Justanotherhero
Julian, having completed a portion of his research, decides it's time to share his findings and strategize the next steps with the team. He composes a message to the group while those who did not leave a means for text communication get a polite call with pretty much the same content :

—————-

Hello,

Do we want to meet at Café M in Savannah, 128 E bay St.  , tomorrow afternoon 3 PM  to discuss our findings?

Best,
J. Eldridge

P.S. Please let me know if you'll be able to make it, so I can arrange the accommodations at the café.
———

He reserves seats for everyone before sending the message.

Edit:

If possible from that day on he rents a Toyota Proace Combi from a car rental place. If not he picks another 9 seater.
Benoojian
Max sends a quick affirmative to the e-mail, and shows up at the cafe a little early.

As soon as people show up he blurts out, "I wasn't sure how to bring this up, but I can smell lies, and everything the employer said was the god's honest truth. I was a little suspicious of the way she tiptoed around the word titanspawn but it wasn't a lie. Liliana on the other hand, I think knows something about the sword she didn't share in front of Elena" He looks nervous even to be questioning her now
DeTess
Liliana had arrived fairly early as well, carrying a folder containing the results of her research. At Max accusation, however, she raised an eyebrow. "Your ability must be incredibly limited if that's your conclusion. During the meeting, I've told you everything I knew at the time about the blade." She held his gaze as she spoke, making sure that the consequences of what she just said got through. " If I am completely honest, I feel a little insulted that you're calling me out in this way , several days after the fact, rather than brining your worries up during or shortly after the meeting itself. In the future, don't hesitate to bring up your worries immediately. It's the only way we can work together, after all." She gave him a stern glance, but quickly let the mask fall away, replaced by a quick sly grin. She knew that he knew, after all.

"In all seriousness though, I will not benefit in any way if any of you come to harm." The grin had disappeared again, replaced by a serious look. "Like most humans I'll speak plenty of little lies, but I'll only do so  for the best of ..." She stopped herself, another quick grin crossing her face. She honestly enjoyed the challenge imposed by Max's ability. "I'm really going to have to watch my words around you to avoid a potentially fatal misunderstanding, won't I? I lie whenever I believe it necessary to attain my goals, and right now my goal is to complete miss Kessler's commission. That should mean I share that goal with all of you. If you think I'm hiding something important just because your ability Indicated I was being less than truthful, don't hesitate to speak up. I'll be sure to set you right. And if you want to have some practice discerning the reasons behind lies, I'll make sure to give you plenty of practice material."


 
 Spoiler: OOC only for poetically, benoojian 

italics is a lie, everything else is the true as far as your abilities are concerned.
 
Benoojian
Max is relieved by the lie somehow, "I will try to call out only the lies that seem relevant, since you do seem to so enjoy getting away with them."
Kaworu
- Everybody lies form time to time. It's only natural. As long as these are white lies or just something casual, we should not be worrying about that - Mateusz deemed it the right moment to butt in. Just like the others, he got invited to the cafe - Maybe we should forgot about that and share the results of our research. I'm sure not only me and Helena got to make some queries, isn't it? - he raised his eyebrow, looking at his companions.
Justanotherhero
Julian did not really know what to do with the conversation happening around him. He did not have enough contact with Scions to have a lot of reference points to assess wether this was a common occurrence. But some people can detect lies so.

„Detecting lies sounds like a very useful ability and one we might want to use our..“

Julian sort of struggled for a description. These where enemy combatants? Distant relatives to allies? With the last mission father gave him it was all a bit clearer. Dead people should not be harassing the living. Are these beings committing crimes? Probably why else would they be allied with titans?

„Suspects.“ He settled after a bit. While bringing a basket of croissants.
„The staff was kind enough to give us this section. I do not know if that will be enough privacy but it is something I believe. We should probably at some time look for a more appropriate location this was just a first idea.“

„ My own results are well limited.“ he takes a seat and fills his cup with coffee. „Our suspects are apparently ex employees of the Greek branch. And used to be part of the local family business but then decided to switch to our competitor company. The reasons I do not know. I think it is reasonable to suspect that since they run a subsidiary now they are doing something in that subsidiary. Personally I would love to know more about them.“
PoeticallyPsyco
At this point, Brandon shows up and takes a seat.

"Pardon my lateness; I managed to miss the connecting bus. I caught the tail end of your conversation, though. Do we have a lead on our... historical allies, current competitors, I believe you were saying?"

Brand scans the QR code on the corner of the table to pull up the online menu on his phone, and orders a meal at random, throwing in an Elvis Twist (smoothie with banana, peanut butter, &amp; chocolate) for good measure.
DeTess
"I have a lead, yes." Liliana announced, before handing around some papers form the folder she'd brought. "These contain the results from my investigations so far." The papers contained an overview of what she knew about Satyrs, notes on the general lack of unusual incidents surrounding the fraternities, and information on the one likely suspect she had identified.

"Allow me to give you all a short summary. I started by looking into any unusual incidents surrounding the fraternities. This is often a good way to track down the supernatural, but this time around I didn't run into anything unusual. There where some incidents of course, but it's the usual stuff. Drunken altercations, parties getting out of hand and the like. Nothing that stood out as anything but the normal workings of a university town."

"Because I ran into a dead end on that line of inquiry I decided to instead look into the nature of our suspects directly. Julian already mentioned they are ex-employees of the greek branch. Specifically those working under former branch manager Pan. You can check page 3 and 4 for more information." The document skipped any and all euphemisms, giving a summary of the way Pan and the Satyrs had been treated before their exile, the acts they were known for and references to books one could read for further information on them.

"With this information in hand I took another look at the fraternities and one immediately stood out to me. The Phi Alpha Nu fraternity looks like a clear lead here. Apart from the obvious, they are known for holding the wildest parties on and off campus, which matches earlier descriptions of our suspects. However, I have found no leads on the more destructive excesses the suspects are known for. No allegations of SA, no signs that the fraternity has a poor reputation among female students or that they try to avoid the fraternity. Not a perfect lead then, but certainly the best we have at this time." Liliana took a sip of the coffee she had ordered, before moving on to her suggestion.

"The fraternity has a party planned three days from now, on friday. I suggest we ensure we have a presence there to check them out. Even if they end up not harboring our suspects, our suspects are still likely to show up at an event like that. Who among us feel confident in their ability to blend into a crowd like that?"
PoeticallyPsyco
Brand smiled, and spoke up again. "I should be ideally suited for such a venture. As a college student myself, albeit a couple of years older than the norm, I already fit the demographic well enough. I think I'll pose as a classics major who's had too much to drink, and is rambling about his thesis on King Arthur and his weapons. If anyone in my audience feels guilty on hearing that subject, or has taken steps to hide an activity related to it, I'll sense them immediately. If I'm very lucky, someone will lie to my face that they don't know a thing about the 'little white dagger', which I will also be able to detect. My stamina should be sufficient to prevent actually getting drunk no matter how much method acting I do, unless the drinks have been spiked with something considerably more potent... and perhaps even then."

Brand paused, thinking further. "Keen as my ability to detect lies and guilt are, my more mundane observational skills are... rather lacking," he said, accidently proving this by remaining completely oblivious to the expressions around the table when he mentioned that he too could detect lies. "Could anyone else blend in well enough and make up for that deficit?"
DeTess
"I shouldn't have too much trouble blending into that crowd. Or any crowd, for that matter." Liliana replied. "And I have some decent observational skills to complement your more supernatural abilities."
Justanotherhero
"I agree that retrieving the stolen property is without a doubt a goal. However, I'm generally interested in what's happening and if we might be facing a massive abuse of financial power. Does anyone have the technology skills to take a closer look at what's happening? If we had proper access to whom the opposition is contacting, we might be able to find out more.

My own technology skills are, I think, within ordinary parameters.

I had the idea of showing up with a party bus filled with a few people who were already partying and then heading in the general direction. But since you are taking care of contact, I will let you play it any way you are comfortable with. If all of you think it appropriate, I will be back up in case it is needed for some reason.

I think it would be nice to have some more local information before Friday. General campus layout, what the house looks like, maybe some forms of technology for information gathering.

I took the liberty of renting a spacious car, so no need to pack lightly. A trustworthy associate will help with transportation because I think being able to switch cars could be useful. Otherwise, I am ready when you are."
Benoojian
Max gestures to his caramel skin as if it wasn't obvious before. "Really depends on the type of fraternity whether I can blend in, some of them are still shockingly white. But if I can get in the door, I can drink any of those frat boys under the table. That usually earns some respect...I think that works on satyrs too." He orders a cheeseburger and a Coke. "If anyone thinks they've found the dagger, I've got an ability to check if it's magic so we don't steal a replica or something instead." Max was being perhaps a little forthright about his abilities but these were all Scions, right? They were supposed to generally be on the same side.

"But a frat with no issues whatsoever is weird, either someone powerful is covering for them, or something even stranger is going on. Do we know anything about what the dagger is actually supposed to do?"
DeTess
"I never said they didn't have any issues, just that they didn't stand out from the pack in that department." Liliana corrected Max' assumptions slightly. "They are tame by the standards of our suspects, not by the standards of fraternities. As for the dagger, I haven't had time to look into it in any more detail than what I remembered about it during the first meeting. It would stand to reason that it might be related to the fact that our suspects have been keeping a lower profile than expected, but that's just speculation on my part."
Justanotherhero
 
 Originally Posted by Benoojian 
  "If anyone thinks they've found the dagger, I've got an ability to check if it's magic so we don't steal a replica or something instead." 
 

„The question is should we try mix missions, if the friend of Ms. Kessler is sick as she said retrieving the dagger before Friday would be the best solution.
Do we want to try to retrieve it one Friday?
Or is Friday only for reconnaissance?“
DeTess
"In my opinion, we should take this slow and use friday as reconnaissance. If a good opportunity to secure the dagger comes up we should take it, but I don't thin we should take unnecessary risks." Liliana suggested. "Slow is smooth and smooth is fast, as my butler would say." She'd looked up the origin of that little nugget of wisdom after Graham had said it the third time, though it had left her with more questions than answers regarding the man's background. He had always deflected attempts to inquire into his past, and Liliana for her part didn't want to pry too much.
Kaworu
- I just got an idea. Albeit it can be weird, you know - Mateusz decided to join the talk after some thought - Maybe we should ask, I dunno... archeology department professors, or specialists in ancient mythologies, about help with this stuff? You know, they are at the place, they have knowledge, they "feel" the university. Maybe this is a better way of working than trying to enter the uni social space from outside? We will stand out less that way, perhaps? -he asked, looking at his discussants.

- Just an idea, this is possible that I have said something really dumb. Sorry, I'm a scientist, not a private detective. I do not really know how we should be doing this whole investigation stuff.
Justanotherhero
 
 Originally Posted by Kaworu 
 - I just got an idea. Albeit it can be weird, you know - Mateusz decided to join the talk after some thought - Maybe we should ask, I dunno... archeology department professors, or specialists in ancient mythologies, about help with this stuff? You know, they are at the place, they have knowledge, they "feel" the university. Maybe this is a better way of working than trying to enter the uni social space from outside? We will stand out less that way, perhaps? -he asked, looking at his discussants. 
 

„Hmm and possibly these professors are associated with our targets that would allow  our great social talents to find out a lot without having to actually engage with the fraternity itself. I like it.“

Edit: Spelling
DeTess
"It's not a weird idea, but I see no reason not to do both." Liliana considered Mateusz suggestion a moment more. "The party is in the evening so let's say we reserve all of friday for preparation for visiting the party. That's probably more than we need, but better be on the safe side. That leaves about two days to chase down the academic angle."
Justanotherhero
„Two days academia and a day of party preparation. Sounds good. I would personally advise we depart tonight and look for a place that is just right to stay?“
PoeticallyPsyco
"Sounds like the beginnings of a plan. Who wants to speak to the professors? I'd hate to hog all the fun for myself." There were no lives on the line yet, with the possible exception of Ms. Kessler's friend, and she hadn't mentioned any sort of deadline on his 'affliction'. They were still in the 'harmless adventure' phase of things, and while that might not last, there was no sense in refusing to enjoy the ride.

"Also, do we want to find lodging as a group, or separately? The first would be safer in the event that we come under attack; the second would be easier to arrange and might deflect a little suspicion off of us if someone looks in that direction.

"On the subject of preparations, I'll see if I can rent a studio for training outside of the public's eye. I've had the damndest time actually exercising since becoming supernaturally strong - I've lost so much muscle mass since my Visitation, it's not even funny - but I'm sure I could figure something out. Or I could train others in the martial arts, and learn something that way." Brand was not yet desperate enough to admit to his geas's requirement; no matter how friendly these allies seemed, the tales of Cú Chulainn and Sampson had taught him  that  was a risk to be weighed very carefully indeed.
Justanotherhero
„From my side I would advise we lodge close to one another. I do not know how many members of the fraternity are suspects and  I would not want for us to be overwhelmed by superior numbers.„

How many Scions where there anyway? Julian knows few children of Osiris. But Fathers case is somewhat different.

„Mr. Brand while we are preparing I would gladly take advantage of your protective magic offer if it still stands? Would it be ok if I take a look at it while it is being enacted?“
PoeticallyPsyco
"Of course. Let me know when you're ready, then concentrate on the point on your body where you'd like the mark to appear. I'd advise somewhere subtle, like between your shoulder blades or the bottom of your left foot, but to thine own self be true and all that."

Brand waited for his teammate to indicate readiness, then leaned across the table. Placing his fingers on Julian's temple, Brand concentrated himself, bending the webs of Fate to pull the Scion into his aegis of protection.

A second later, he leaned back into his seat. "All right, done. Should harm threaten to befall you, I'll sense it."

Brand knew that the symbol, wherever it was, took the form of the Ogham letter "Fearn", silver in color and about the size of a quarter. Depending on context, the letter could symbolize the color blood-red, a vanguard of warriors, or simply the letter "F". However, in this context the most appropriate symbolism was the alder-tree, and the shields traditionally built from its wood.

 
 Spoiler: Fearn 
 
 


Brandon chuckled. "Traditionally, I should seal it with a kiss, but we don't know each other quite well enough for that."
DeTess
Liliana considered for a moment, then addressed Brand. "I'll have one of those as well, if possible. I'm not that good a fighter, so since I'm helping with checking out the fraternity I'd like to have a way to bring in the cavalry."

Following Brand's instructions to Julian she focussed on the backside if her left knee, then signalled he could do whatever he needed to.
PoeticallyPsyco
"Second verse, same as the first," Brandon hums, marking his well-dressed colleague as well. "A warning, though, for both of you: the Vigil Brand will only trigger for physical danger, and that is precisely as vague and hard to pin down as it sounds. A car chase, a gunman with no intention of pulling the trigger, a satyr with beguiling pan pipes; these things may or may not alert me unless the situation escalates."
Justanotherhero
Julian looks at Mr. brand at begins whispering:

„ Senetjer kha-ib, iri en Ma'at.“

For a moment it looks like his eyes glow faintly green.

Concentrating on the location interfered some what with Julian observing the for him new Magic. But he managed to focus on the left side of his hip and observed this rare Magic. This pantheon was mentioned during Julian’s education but historically to his knowledge very little contact existed between the two pantheons.
Kaworu
- I think I also would like the sigil - Mateusz has said. He concentrated on the underside of his left foot, for a lack of a better idea.
PoeticallyPsyco
Mateusz was out of convenient reach, so Brandon had to get up for this one. He spotted the waitress coming with what was hopefully his meal, and so Brand pretended to be looking at something the European Scion was showing him on his phone, leaning over him and placing his hand on his companion's shoulder to deliver the Boon.

He thanked the waitress, then turned to the caramel-skinned Scion that moved like a fighter. Max, wasn't it? "Would you also like to get in on..." he struggled to think of a good euphemism, but failed "... this? I have enough gas left in the metaphorical tank for a handful more such marks."

As he snacked on his burger (which  also  apparently had peanut butter on it for some reason; America was truly a land for the strange and fantastical), he remembered one final thing.

"Ah, yes," he began, putting down the surprisingly good burger, bizarre peanut butter notwithstanding. "It's also possible that I'll receive a false positive, or that you'll have a genuinely threating situation in hand and not need assistance. I'll assume that any trigger is something that the group needs to respond to, but if I sense that you're in good condition, I'll also text you 'what kind of pizza would you like' without any capitalization or punctuation. If you're fine, include the word 'pineapple' in your response and I'll call off the cavalry. That system worked pretty well for my homeless and otherwise vulnerable friends in Dublin. We could even expand it into a whole code language if that becomes necessary."
Justanotherhero
Julian nodded towards Brand.

"Thank you for the insight."

Turning towards everyone:  "If we plan to schedule meetings at the university, we go to Atlanta tonight at the latest. We have to hope that the relevant professors either have office hours scheduled or are teaching a class before Friday. This could be an effective way to present ourselves as visiting scholars.

I suggest we engage with the academics during the day and observe the bars by night. Before engaging with academia, we need to prepare the right questions and, of course, bring the appropriate academic 'equipment'—a notepad, tablet, or whatever suits best. From my end, I believe I could convincingly pose as someone working on a doctoral thesis idea. However, if others wish to initiate contact, that's perfectly fine with me. Ideally, one or maybe two people should approach the professors; any more might seem suspicious for such a specialized subject.

Does anyone here excel in technology? We need to continue our online research. Also, is anyone particularly skilled at discreet observation, so we wouldn't be noticed while scouting the fraternity house? Ideally, we should map out the building's layout before attempting to enter.

We could also visit local bars to acclimate ourselves to the area before Friday. Then, after our observations tomorrow night, we could reconvene to discuss our findings?"
DeTess
"I'll handle the observation." Liliana offered. "I don't lack academic skills, but lack the... earnesty... to properly pass as a scholar. I could fake it, of course, but my skills are better put to use elsewhere."
Kaworu
- I hava a degree in computing, I can take care of Google, computers and the like - Mateusz has said - As to the academic stuff, hm... I'm not that bad with humanities, but I kinda prefer "hard" science. However, my friend Helena has a master's degree in religious studies. Maybe we should bring her to the university?
Justanotherhero
 
 Originally Posted by Kaworu 
 - I hava a degree in computing, I can take care of Google, computers and the like - Mateusz has said - As to the academic stuff, hm... I'm not that bad with humanities, but I kinda prefer "hard" science. However, my friend Helena has a master's degree in religious studies. Maybe we should bring her to the university? 
 

Julian turns to Mateusz and asks in a quiet voice:
"If you were close enough to the suspect's Wi-Fi, phones or even computers. Could you find out who they are contacting and access things like calendars?"
Benoojian
"I am quite sneaky if you permit me to be a little immodest. My father is basically a dark shadow after all." Max ponders, "I still find this quietness about the frat odd and was considering sneaking in to the university offices to see if I can find evidence of someone covering for them. I'm not the best with computers though, unless someone wanted to come with me...or teach me the basics?"
Kaworu
- Em... - Mateusz kinda did not know what to say - I am not opposed to teaching other people what I know. But, uh... I would like to not break any laws and not to trespass on university property, you know? I'm a nice, law-abiding citizen, not some kinda... super spy? - he made a crooked smile - I know that we can be sacrificing some... important assets, but morality is very important. Especially when you have superpowers.
Benoojian
Max gave a little shrug, "If we're facing I don't know, a male Medusa who is turning the frat's victims into stone and smashing them into rubble, they're not exactly going to follow the law." He didn't have the highest opinion of Titanspawn, with only cops and politicians lower in his estimation of their morality. "Laws and morality aren't nearly the same thing, but I don't know that we have the time for that argument so I'll just accept the hacking lessons."
Kaworu
- This I could do - Mateusz nodded his head in agreement.
Justanotherhero
"The question I have, if I may say so, is more practical than theoretical."

Julian paused, a look of open distrust crossing his face.

„ We find ourselves guided by the narrative of a woman unknown to us, her origins and intentions shrouded in mystery. It is our duty, borne of righteousness, to embark upon a thorough investigation prior to the contemplation of reclaiming assets from those who may, in truth, be rightful guardians of said artifact. Might this object have been bestowed upon them as a farewell token in times long past? Our understanding of the accused is solely painted by the account of this single informant, her credibility hinging on her singular success in reaching out to us. Is such evidence alone sufficient to cast the shadow of guilt?
While interpretations of justice may diverge, we must acknowledge a timeless wisdom: amidst strangers, caution is prudent."

Julian paused, aware of how his words sounded. Since the visitation, there were moments, despite not having spent every waking moment together growing up, when he found himself echoing his father, Osiris. The visitation left him with memories that were not his own. It seemed Osiris's distrust, had been passed down to him. He wondered if others had similar dreams. Regardless, it served as a reminder of an important task still at hand.

„I apologize. Yes morality is a essential point. That drives towards more investigation.“
DeTess
Liliana kept her face carefully neutral through Julian's explanation. In truth, she could not care less about who the item's rightful owner was, but kept that observation to herself.

"You are right about the need of caution when dealing with strangers." She picked her reply carefully to be entirely truthful. "Yet I believe our two living lie detectors did not catch her in any lies. That is not entirely foolproof as I doubt they can catch on to lies of omission..." Liliana looked for a moment to Max for confirmation. "But it means that either she deliberately spoke to avoid abilities like that, or was being upfront to us. The second seems more likely to me, but I see no reason not to do our due diligence, as long as we don't confuse paranoia and caution."
Justanotherhero
Julian listened to the rational statement made by his new acquaintance and decided it was best to silently agree with that assumption for the time being.


Internal monologue:

Yet, he found himself wondering if he was truly the only one at the table skilled in Sutekh's Tongue. He knew that, if necessary, he could persuade a mortal of many things, and Sutekh's song, if wielded correctly, might even confuse the divine momentarily. However, divulging to a group of strangers that he had mastered the art of lying to protect himself and his family was not part of today's plan, especially since he had very little information about these individuals.
PoeticallyPsyco
"While our employer did speak truly, she also spoke very carefully, almost as if dancing around a 'living lie detector', as you put it. I smelled no guilt from her, though, so I am inclined to take her at face value for the moment." Brand left unsaid that this stance would flip should they uncover evidence of treachery.

Now he turned to Mateusz. "I understand your desire to avoid crime. We possess a great deal of power, and men have been corrupted by far less." It certainly hadn't taken much power to corrupt  him , before his mother's intervention. "Trespassing and information theft, as long as the goal is intel on supernatural threats, doesn't cross my thresholds for abuse of power, but I'll respect if your line in the sand is drawn differently than mine."
Justanotherhero
Julian is gearing up for the drive to Atlanta with Zahir. While organizing equipment to ensure a smooth operation. For local commutes in Atlanta, Zahir is borrowing a second, smaller car to facilitate mobility and discretion. He's managed to secure a Honda Civic.

He packs gloves, non-permanent Markers, ski masks, binoculars for surveillance, and walkie-talkies for discreet team communication. Acknowledging the need for digital security, Julian includes in ear headphones , unused USB drives and a cheap new phone and laptop. A first aid kit is ready for minor emergencies, while compact flashlights prepared for low-light conditions.Anything bought new is paid for in cash.

For extended stakeouts, he adds lightweight snacks and water.
PoeticallyPsyco
Brand was very aware of his own limitations. The odds of him noticing something useful while wandering around campus were slim to none.

Instead, he was the backup. The library was positioned close enough to the center of campus, and nobody would question a student-aged individual quietly sitting on his computer all afternoon. If something went extremely wrong (or extremely right) with one of the others' investigations, he'd be able to reach them fairly quickly. And if not, well, he was in the middle of a school library with free internet and hours on his hands. The perfect opportunity to get ahead on his own coursework.

And so the days passed. Teaching the teammates that showed up the basics of martial arts and surviving a fight in the morning. Finishing his homework, working ahead on assigned readings and projects, and trawling YouTube during the afternoon. Reconvening with the team for dinner. Volunteering at a local soup kitchen for an hour or two before sleep.

It was a pleasant enough way to spend the time. But the fire inside of him itched for more.
DeTess
Liliana had come to Atlanta by motorcycle, preferring her Harley's flexibility over the extra carrying capacity a car could offer. She'd left her suits at home, bringing some comfortable clothes that would let her blend into the student crowd. She spend two days touring the campus, getting a feel for the local mood, as well as spending time on stakeout near the fraternity house, though doing so in shorter stints to avoid drawing too much attention to herself.

She also stopped by Brand's studio in the mornings to get a bit of martial arts practice in. She was very much a novice, but could at least apply the lessons on adjusting and manipulating her posture she'd picked up elsewhere to pick up the basics of how to stand and move.
Benoojian
Like a shadow, Max slips from darkness to darkness, ever closer to his goal of more information.
He gathers his Conviction when he is nearly caught by a security guard but sit still for nearly half an hour before the guard leaves and he is moving on to the offices and the computers with all that tasty data.
Kaworu
Mateusz went to Atlanta by train, having bought tickets for himself and Helena. He supposed her intelligence and experience in field of religions and mythologies could come in handy. Plus, she was really well suited to play the role of “PhD candidate in ancient religions”, such a need would arise.

He also accepted the offer of learning martial arts. For him, as a huge nerd, it was more about spirituality than anything else, but it also would feel rad to be able to defend himself (or others!) in case of need.
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Max, Wednesday night 
You're able to sneak into the office, disarming a security camera. When you're alone there, rifling through the desk, you find the username and password of someone who doesn't follow good security protocols and are able to log into the computer. Unfortunately, as you're going through the files, you're painfully aware that if anything is hidden in a place a dedicated hacker would know to look immediately, you're not finding it.

There are no obvious indications of anything below-the-board. You do note that the Phi Alpha Nu fraternity has the highest rate of property damage of any fraternity or sorority, with an impressive lead of 30% over the next contender, but it all seems to have been straightforwardly paid for, and there are no accounts of injuries, lawsuits, or felonies.
 

 
 Spoiler: Liliana, Julian 
Observing the fraternity house is pretty easy, depending on how much effort you're putting into staying hidden. It seems to be open most of the time.  
 Spoiler: Julian 
You're able to use the Hidden Eye on its door, but detect no magic.
 
 
 Spoiler: Liliana 
You do observe three different creatures fitting the description of satyrs--hirsute, husky men apparently around 20 years of age, with obvious goat features--coming and going from the frat house. From the lack of response to their prominent hooves, large curved horns, and rather extreme hairiness, you're pretty sure the human students they stroll past aren't seeing what you see.
 

 

 
 Spoiler: OOC, all 
And let me know if, with that information, you plan on doing anything else before crashing the party Friday night.
 
Benoojian
Max returns to the erstwhile hideout, arriving as silently as the grave. "All I was able to find out is that they have higher property damage than any other frat, but that they pay every cent of restitution. And no one was hurt in finding it out, in case you were worried."
DeTess
Liliana struk gold during the afternoon of her first day observing the frat house. A creature very much matching the description of the satyrs left the house, on his way to who knows where. Liliana waited a moment to create some distance, then started following along.

While she did so she got out her phone and send Brand a message. "I'm following a suspect, currently heading east on Ellis street. If you aren't busy, can you try following me, just in case something happens? Don't approach me, just stay near the location I'm sending you." She activated a feature that allowed the app to share her location for the next hour.

The message send, she continued her tail. Whenever line of sight to her target was temporarily broken she'd make slight adjustments to her appearance, wearing or putting away her sunglasses, moving her jacket to her waist or wearing it over her shoulder. Slight changes, but hopefully those measures, combined with her plain face, would stop the satyr from realizing it was the same person following him, even if he did occasionally notice her.
PoeticallyPsyco
 Ah, here we go,  Brand thought as he received the text from Liliana. He stood up, an audible series of pops coming from his back and sternum as he stretched. After a moment's consideration, he texted the rest of the team currently on campus that he would be out of position, on the off chance that this would factor into their own decision making. Couldn't hurt.

As he walked out of the library, he queued up his playlist and hit shuffle.  Hah, not sure whether I should hope that's an omen or not , he thought, and started to sing along softly as he walked towards the location blinking on his map app, his rich voice easily swallowed up by the bustle of students traveling between classes.

♪ They fall in line, one at time, ready to play ♪
♪ I can't see them anyway ♪
♪ No time to lose, we've got to move, steady at helm ♪
♪ I am losing sight again ♪

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Yep, that's the song I got by shuffling my playlist ( "Blow Me Away"  by Breaking Benjamin). Very appropriate opening lines, very concerning chorus if it's an omen (it goes "Only the strongest will survive/ Lead me to Heaven when we die").

If Brand loses Liliana, or becomes suspicious that something's wrong (which would probably happen if her phone stays in the same spot for more than 5 minutes, or suddenly starts moving at vehicular speeds), he tries to use Vigil Brand proactively to determine her location and condition. This costs no Legend, but does require an action and a roll.
 
Kish
Liliana follows the satyr for a few hours, almost all of which he spends on-campus. He never appears to notice her; other students seem to recognize him fairly often, sometimes friendly, sometimes indifferent. The one time he leaves campus, he goes to a liquor store and comes out a few minutes later with a rather sizable case, which he takes, carried over one of his shoulders, straight to the fraternity house. He does not emerge.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
My current understanding is that all five of you (plus Helena) plan on crashing the party tonight. Let me know if any of you are doing something else instead, if any of you are not trying to pass for students there, or if you're making other preparations I should be aware of.)
 
DeTess
The tail ended up being very uneventful, yet that itself was noteworthy. Once Liliana had seen the Satyr back to the frat house she let Brand know the potential for danger should have passed, then composed a slightly longer message to the other scions.


 
 Originally Posted by Liliana 
 from:  Liliana@CypherInvestigations.com 
to:  j.eldridge@abyssalfinds.com , 4 others

A short update on our investigation, I have confirmed the presence of our suspects at Phi Alpha Nu. Tailed one, though the tail was uneventful. I don't think I was noticed.

The suspect appeared integrated well into student society here, seemingly fairly well known. The suspect did not do anything unusual, which is unusual for them in its own way, but confirms my earlier research that suggested that Phi Alpha Nu was not too exceptional among the student societies. I don't think our upcoming plan should change, but we should keep in mind that something a bit odd seems to be going on with the suspects. 
 
Kaworu
Mateusz received the message and went quite close to the place where he should have been. He was no spy and wanted to not directly follow anyone - too big a chance he would screw up - but still, he preferred to be in close vicinity just in case.

When he got the email, he went back home, glad that nobody got hurt.
Justanotherhero
Subject: Re: Update Investigation

From:  j.eldridge@abyssalfinds.com  To:  Liliana@CypherInvestigations.com , 4 others
Liliana,

Thanks for the update. Good work tailing the suspect.
I concur, no change in plan needed, the building door did not demonstrate anything unusual.
Let’s keep a keen eye for any subtle signs moving forward.
Best,
Julian
Kish
The party starts at 7 PM; let me know if you show up early, exactly on time, or late. Either way, there are at least some people there when you go in; there are more if you show up later, and yet the later you show up, the fewer eyes go to the door when it opens.

Around ten minutes after seven, a satyr lowers the ambient light and another starts loud dance music playing. You do notice that everyone doing any sort of arranging seems to be a satyr; all the humans present are acting more like guests than fraternity members. The satyrs appear obviously inhuman to you, but the humans apparently do not see their goat features.

There is a sizable bowl of punch and plastic cups at a table to one side. On the other side of the room, unobtrusively against the wall, are several bottles of different alcoholic beverages. Some students stick to punch, but others go casually over to the liquor section and fill their plastic cups there. (Which does, of course, render this party quite illegal as you're pretty sure no one is checking ID.)

You notice that your inhibitions are lower than usual--nothing strong enough to make you do anything you wouldn't want to do, but you feel mildly buzzed without touching anything intoxicating.

 
 Spoiler: Julian, and anyone else who has Epic Appearance which I missed 
Given your character description I suspect I know the answer to this but I don't want to assume. Is your Epic Appearance positive or negative?
 
Kaworu
Mateusz was there shortly before the time of the beginning of the party. He didn’t bring with him Helena this time – it would be possibly too risky and reckless, being honest.

Inside, he kept away from the alcohol. He did suppose the satyrs could do something with the drink, so he did keep an eye on it, but stayed away.
PoeticallyPsyco
Once Liliana told the group that the satyrs were instantly recognizable to scions, the mission became much simpler. Brand wouldn't have to cast as wide a net as possible in hopes that someone in his audience would be titanspawn; he could target them directly with his social manipulations.

Of course, if the satyrs could also spot scions at a glance, that could complicate things all over again.

Not for the first time, he found himself wishing he had some experience dealing with titanspawn. His adversaries back in Dublin had all, to the best of his knowledge, been purely mortal (albeit ruthless and occasionally well-armed). Except, perhaps, for  her ... but that was neither here nor there. Brand pushed aside the sudden rush of memories, forcing himself to refocus.

The plan was fundamentally unchanged. Brand mingled at the party, telling jokes, spinning stories, flirting with the girls and boys, and generally charming the crowd as best he could. And once he had a few of the satyrs paying attention to him, he launched into a story featuring Carnwennan.

Standing on a table, gesturing wildly, raising and lowering his voice, varying his speed of speech; Brand used every technique he had picked up in his... previous profession, every tip and trick to keep the audience hanging on his every word. The story was a heavily abbreviated and modified version of  Hunting Ground , a book he'd found last night when looking for myths about the white-hilted dagger. Probably pure fiction (though he could never be completely sure about that nowadays), it featured Carnwennan being found, stolen, hidden away, used for extortion, wielded to slay a powerful supernatural being, and ultimately handed off to yet more powerful supernatural beings. If any of those things caused the satyrs to reek of guilt, he'd know he was on the right track, and which part or parts of the story triggered the guilt could also be very informative. From there, he could decide whether to approach the satyrs more directly.
DeTess
While Brand worked the crowd, Liliana mingled with and silently observed his audience. She blended in well, her clothes neither so flashy that she'd stand out nor so drab that she'd seem out of place at the party. She sipped a drink, but made sure she didn't get properly drunk as she kept an eye on the crowd.

She paid attention to the satyrs, but not just to them. She also watched how the other participants of the party responded to the tale Brand was weaving. After all, there was no guarantee there wouldn't be any other people in the know mixed in with them.
Justanotherhero
Before heading to the party, Julian makes a detour to the local liquor shop, aiming to pick up some supplies that would add a his contribution. He browses the aisles, selecting three bottles of affordably priced whiskey.

Alongside, he gathers the ingredients for a whiskey sour: lemons, a small bottle of simple syrup, and a jar of cherries for garnish.

Arriving a bit late at the party, Julian is dressed in the understated style of : a comfortable t-shirt, a pair of well-worn jeans, and sneakers. And a reflecting purple pair of sunglasses while wearing a white and black fedora. A horrible fashion foul all in all but well being best dressed is not part of the mission.

Balancing the whiskey and ingredients in one hand, he uses the other to swing open the door, stepping into the lively atmosphere of the gathering.
"Hey!" he greets, with a warm and friendly tone, a glass of freshly mixed whiskey sour in his hand.
Afterwards placing the whisky sour mix in the common area downing the first one and starting to mix his second. He appears to be liquor focused for now.

For now during the party Julian drinks the whisky he bought himself.  If anyone asks his answer is :

„Whisky sour is the greatest drink believe me.  Wanna try?“

Afterwards heading to the dance floor a drink in hand. Most of the time capable of balancing it but hey spills happen and if they do:
„No problem, you got something for clean up?“
Justanotherhero
It is an odd fashion set up. In fact it is an odd set up all in all , yet there's something undeniably relaxing about it.

Being the Scion of Osiris carries with it certain images and expectations, both from oneself and from others. Currently, enjoying whiskey sours, embracing social awkwardness, and accepting the liberating feeling of being a disappointment—even to the point of being kicked out—strangely feels good. Thus, Julian allows himself a few minutes to serve as the diversion his team needs, taking a step back from divinity to embrace his very very human side.
Benoojian
Max is too used to hiding and disappearing into the shadows so he somehow finds himself alone in a large room at the bustling party. He's not even sure how there could be a room devoid of people in a party this packed but he's certainly not gaining any intel on the satyrs here.
Kish
Most of the students around Brand are drunk. One woman seems fascinated with his story but also drunk enough to have trouble following it, laughing at inappropriate parts. Nothing triggers any Knacks, but Brand does notice, as his story goes on, that one of the satyrs is watching him ever more intently, in a way that doesn't seem friendly. When the story ends, the satyr walks closer to him and says, "That's quite a story. Could you help me with something in the back?" He gestures to a door.
PoeticallyPsyco
Hmm. Brand knew he was good at playing a crowd, even (especially) the drunk and rowdy, and he felt like that had been an excellent performance. But the reaction of his audience suggested otherwise. There was definitely something off with the air here, even beyond the fact that breathing it in made him tipsier than a half-dozen pints.

And now he had drawn the attention of one of their hosts. Brand turned to face the satyr, plastering a guileless smile onto his face. "Of course," he said. "I love helping." Not his most eloquent line, but he was busy gathering his thoughts. Brandon was careful to keep his eyes on the satyr, not looking at his companions elsewhere in the room; no sense in blowing their cover, too. He stretched, extending his arms high into the air, before jumping heavily down off the table, landing with his feet flat to make a decently loud clap. If his friends were paying any attention at all, now they'd see what was going down.

Most likely, the satyr wanted to pump Brand for information. Possibly, he wanted to kill or otherwise neutralize the scion. The two were not mutually exclusive, either.  It's also technically possible , Brand allowed,  that he just wants to make out . He wondered how best to respond as he followed the satyr out of the living room.

In a fight, when in doubt, you should go on the offensive. As long as you didn't overextend, that was often the best way to learn something about your opponent, and it let you dictate the flow. Applying that same principle to conversation...

"So," Brand casually started as they found themselves alone in a hallway, the door to what was presumably the backroom just ahead, "how much do you know about the dagger?"
DeTess
When Liliana saw Brand leaving with the satyr she started to follow, though she kept something of a distance and slowly worked her way through the crowd to avoid being seen. If it was an ambush, Brand would be far more suited to fighting it off than she was, but she had a trick or two up her sleeve if he needed help, or for getting any defeated opponents to aid them in their search.
Justanotherhero
That loud noise really kinda interrupted the flow. Honestly the only reason that drink spilled and the move did not look good. Well off to make a new one.

Julian registers Brand leaving and goes to mix a new drink while checking out what is going on over there.

For now he does not intend to intervene unless he hears/sees some new development.

In the meantime he gives the dancefloor a demonstration of what it really needed the ancient but classic robot dance hoping that the distraction will allow the rest of the team to move unnoticed.
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Brand, Liliana, anyone else in the hallway 
"I'm afraid I have to insist on going first," the satyr replies. He leads Brand into the back room and closes the door behind them.
 

 
 Spoiler: Brand 
On the other side of the door is what appears to be a rather messy office. "Who are you working for?" the satyr asks bluntly once the door is closed.
 

 (5d10)[ 5 ][ 1 ][ 6 ][ 3 ][ 8 ](23) 
Kaworu
Mateusz also followed his friend. Going after him and the satyr was probably better way of learning something than just keeping an aye on the alcoholic drinks.
PoeticallyPsyco
Huh. Brand had genuinely expected the satyr to have friends back here ready to jump him the moment he walked through the door. Once again, three explanations presented themselves. Perhaps they weren't coordinated enough for that. Perhaps this titanspawn was confident he could take Brand solo (which Brand would pay good money to see him attempt). Or perhaps the satyr was genuinely interested in talking, for now. And wanted to know about Ms. Kessler...

"That falls under client confidentiality, I'm afraid." Plus, Brand gave it about 50% odds she'd told them a fake name. "Suffice it to say, I represent someone who wants Carnwennan, and believes your people currently have it. If them remaining anonymous is truly a dealbreaker, I can contact them and ask for permission to share more. But... I'd think you'd be more interested in what we can offer you for it."

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
If Brand hears the door open behind him, he immediately goes for his tactical bracelet, summoning his Relic armor to himself.
 
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Brand 
Whatever the satyr was expecting you to say or do, you're pretty sure that wasn't it.

After blinking for a minute, he finally says, "So, not Forsen, then."

Make a Perception+Awareness roll.

"Do you know--wait. Perhaps the best question to ask is, are you human?"
 
PoeticallyPsyco
 
 Spoiler 
Brand paused, the question requiring more thought from him than he assumed it would for most people.

"Humanity is relative," he finally said. "I never knew my father, and my mother's side of the family is so very mixed compared to most pantheons. To answer the question in the way I suspect you wanted, I was raised human, and still identify most strongly with that race, but the blood of a Goddess flows in my veins."

How much to tell? Perhaps a show of good faith was in order, especially now that the satyr was reevaluating his assumptions about Brand.

"Brandon Flynne, Champion of the Weak and Scion of Brigid, at your service," Brand finished, putting a little flourish into it.  Plus, turning down a perfectly good opportunity to showboat a little just isn't in my nature .
 
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Max 
You arrive back at the central living area just in time to see Mateusz sneaking through a door and closing it behind him. You see two other satyrs dancing, but the only one of your companions still in this room is Julian.
 

 
 Spoiler: Brand 
"Ah," the satyr says after a minute of looking surprised. "You're from the other side." You don't think the satyr means the other side from himself. "I'll tell you what I told Forsen: I bear neither the gods--other than Pan, of course--nor titanspawn any love, and wish to be excluded from this narrative." He pauses, breathing hard for a few seconds, before he adds, "And one thing I didn't tell Forsen because he already knew it. I don't have your dagger. Leave now. Don't return." A pause again before he adds, "And take the others who came here with you away with you, too."
 

 
 Spoiler: Brand, Liliana, Mateusz 
The satyr opens the door, revealing a messy office to those of you who haven't already seen it, and goes to sit behind the desk.
 
PoeticallyPsyco
As he heard the door swing open, Brand whipped around with a speed that belied his relaxed posture, right hand going for his left wrist. Seeing his friends there instead of a satyr ambush, the gleeful glint in his eyes receded, and the genial, friendly persona returned to his features before he turned around to face the satyr again.

Brand nodded, standing up from his seat and tipping an imaginary hat to his host.

"It's been a pleasure to meet you. One final question, and then me and my people will leave you and yours in peace." The satyrs had been their only lead. The fact that they might have a new one now, this Forsen figure, was no reason not to be thorough.

"Where  is  the dagger now?"
Kaworu
Mateusz just nodded his head in a greeting when entering the room. He was quiet, apparently waiting for the things to unfold.
Benoojian
Max waits, watching the door, thinking that it might be best that the satyrs don’t know every one of the group. He tries to blend back into the party while listening for a commotion.
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Brand, Mateusz, Liliana 
The satyr hesitates, pausing to glare at Mateusz. After a minute, he searches through the papers on his desk, eventually coming up with:

 
 Spoiler: Newspaper clipping 
 
 

"This man--well he's not actually a man--is Gunnar Forsen, CEO of Fornjot, Inc. He contacted me recently. Believing us to be titanspawn, he assumed we would be happy to accept well-paid mercenary work for our...common cause. He doesn't seem like someone who is used to being told no. He said that he had a very special dagger, but it was recently stolen by one of his employees, someone he called 'Mog Raznosgolar.' He apparently brought it to a tenement in Vine City. If you want the dagger, I'd suggest you hurry to get it from him; it'll be much harder to retrieve when it's back in Forsen's hands."
 
Justanotherhero
During the beer pong game, Julian, seeking to level the playing field, decides to play with his left hand, despite being right-handed. Feeling bold, he lines up for a trick shot, aiming to bounce the ping pong ball off the wall to the table's right, hoping his unconventional approach would lead to a spectacular score. However, the ball skitters off course, missing the cups entirely and eliciting laughter from the crowd. „Go big or go home is the way.“ Taking a sip off his drink he is still waiting for any sign from the back but also there was no noise the waiting is the way to go. Or so he hopes.
Benoojian
Max sidles up to one of the dancing satyrs, trying to cut in and steal the dance
DeTess
"Thank you for the information." Liliana frowned a little as she considered what they had just learned. "One more question and we'll get out of your hair, though we might hang around the party until it won't seem odd that we're leaving to any outside observer. Why would anyone come to believe your group would hold the dagger if it was never in your possession in the first place, and your only connection to it seems to be that someone tried to hire you to get it?"
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Brand, Mateusz, Liliana 
"Good question," the satyr replies. "And I have no idea. You should ask your...mysterious..."*he looks at Brand* "employer. How many of you are here, anyway?"
 
DeTess
 
 Spoiler 
Liliana shook her head at the satyr's question. "It shouldn't come as a surprise that I don't intend to answer that. You said yourself that Forsen still keeps an eye on you, and I don't think you have any good reason not to tell him what you know of us if he sends someone to ask questions." She shrugged. "And I don't blame you for it, but I will make sure that there isn't too much you can actually tell him."
 
Kaworu
- Do you, uh... - Mateusz decided to speak - Do you wanna, maybe, our help? I mean... if the company is dangerous and would like to hurt you or is threatening you? I mean, you did not speak anything about it, em... directly, but this is the vibe I got?
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Max, Julian 
The satyr lets Max cut in; the expression on his face as he looks at Max is more curious than hostile. He looks as if he's pondering something for about a minute. Then he starts dancing with a different woman.
 

 
 Spoiler: Liliana, Brand, Mateusz 
"The exchange of information here seems rather one-sided," the satyr says dryly, sounding mildly disgusted but not at all surprised. At Mateusz's offer, his eyebrows raise almost into his hairline. "You really mean that, don't you?" he asks wonderingly. "But no. Forsen is not a stupid...creature, whatever one might expect. He's far more focused on getting the dagger back. At most he might try to pressure us to take his offer, but I think he's more likely to look elsewhere."
 
PoeticallyPsyco
"Truly, you have gone far beyond the duties of host to guest." Brand pulled out his silver sharpie, flipped the newspaper scrap with Forsen's image over (having already taken a picture of it on his phone), and scrawled his number on the backside, over what appeared to be an advertisement for an electric eggbeater.

Brand thought carefully about his next words. He'd heard the story of Prince Pwyll of Dyved, and knew better than to make a completely open ended promise, but too many restrictions would make him come across as stingy and ungrateful.  Yes, that should do the trick,  he decided, settling on his wording.

"Should you desire a favor in turn," he explained, handing the paper back to the satyr, "call upon me, and I will act to settle the balance."

 
 Spoiler: Fun Fact 
You guys have probably noticed that Brand talks very archaically, like something out of a fantasy novel or one of King Arthur's legends. That's because those are his in-universe inspirations. After his Visitation and his decision to become more heroic, he began looking for role models, and found them in the fantasies he had loved as a kid. Talking like them helps him stay 'in character', a constant reminder to be kind and generous and selfless.
 

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Probably best if the satyrs don't have contact info for all of us, in case they get compromised. They already have Brand's name, so he's giving up his phone number as well.
 
Justanotherhero
As Julian moves through the party, he strikes up a conversation near the snack table with a group discussing their favorite courses. Introducing himself as Jay, he expresses his curiosity about the local courses, mentioning that he's a freshman currently studying chemistry but finding it "super hard and weird that stuff" and is considering switching to something like law or archaeology—whatever seems like the best idea.If ask how he affords college : “I could totally help run the family business but my brother won’t even listen to my ideas.“

His questions are light, focusing on what brings them to the party, subtly steering the conversation towards their studies without seeming intrusive. Julian laughs at the right moments, contributes when necessary, and memorizes names and details, especially from those who hint at connections to the fraternity of interest.

Later, he joins another game of beer pong, using his left hand to even the odds and keep the mood light. Julian listens intently, filing away each detail under a mental map of the place.

As the evening winds down and groups start to thin out, he notes exits, locks, and the general layout, all while maintaining the guise of a party-goer just trying to navigate his way around.

On his way out, he casually chats with the host, complimenting the party and saying, "Next time, I am totally going to be there," laying the groundwork for a potential return. Julian leaves with a mental catalog of faces, names, and a rough blueprint of the venue, ready to sketch and share with his team.
Kaworu
- Oh, I see... - said Mateusz - I'm sorry we cannot offer you more information, but we have our... restrictions. Still, I am glad we got to talk about things in a peaceful manner, even if you aren't completely satisfied. I'm happy that we aren't enemies.
Kish
Julian encounters one problem with his plan: when he asks about the host, he quickly learns that the host of the party is the satyr who recently disappeared into the back of the house with Brand.

You all make your way out of the party and regroup outside.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
20 XP to each person who was there.

What is your next move, together or separately?
 
Justanotherhero
Julian writes another email:


**Subject:** Dinner at Hotel Spice and Sky

**From:**  j.eldridge@abyssalfinds.com 
**To:**  Team@InvestigationGroup.com 

Dear Team,

To discuss our findings and strategize our next steps, I've arranged for us to meet and dine together.

**Location:** Hotel Spice and Sky Atlanta Perimeter, Meeting Room B04.03 on the fourth floor
**Time:**  7:00 PM

Dinner will be provided, allowing us to focus on our discussions in a comfortable setting. Please confirm your attendance at your earliest convenience.

Best,
Julian
DeTess
Liliana spend the night at a business hotel, then got an early start the next morning. After having a breakfast which mainly consisted of coffee she returned to her room and opened her laptop. She started by confirming her attendance to Julian. It seemed he had picked the hotel she was staying at as a meeting location, so she wouldn't have to go far. Then she got to work.

She started by making some calls among the members of her network of informants. She asked a clerk she knew with a local prosecutor's office to see if Gunnar Forsen, his company, or Mog Raznosgolar had ever come across her desk. Then she checked in with an acquaintance with the FDA to see if Fornjot, Inc. had ever gotten on their radar. She also warned her acquaintance that she had heard some unsavoury rumours about the company. She didn't have any evidence, of course, but if the titanspawn was doing something unsubtle like selling spiked drinks, her acquaintance could probably find out. Finally, she called a detective she knew that specialized in art theft and who had a lot of contacts in that part of the underworld, and provided him with a description of the dagger. Of this Mog was trying to sell it off as  simple display piece he might have heard a thing or two.

Once she was done with her calls, she started doing some research in public archives into the tenements of Vine City, trying to dig up a map or similar documents that would help them plan their approach of Mog. If she had time, she also planned to do her own research into Forsen and his company, but she was leaving that to her contacts for now.

 
 Spoiler: OOC: contacts 

The contacts I mentioned are part of Liliana's 3 dots in followers. If you want I can start hammering out more concrete NPC's for these, or leave it more vague as 'Liliana knows someone just high enough to get some useful information, but not high enough to really change things in most relevant organizations'.
 
Kish
Fornjót Power Associates’ company website gives a headquarters address in Colorado Springs. Liliana's contacts get back to her; Gunnar Forson (possibly a slight mispronounciation by the satyr?) is a large, well-built man who serves as the CEO for Fornjót Power Associates. He rarely gives interviews, but he’s well spoken, handsome and quite intelligent. He holds an amazing 44% share in the company’s publicly traded stock. His business practices are within standard tolerences for a CEO: his respect for the law is distinctly borderline, but he's never done anything that would make going after him worth the DA's office's time. He resides in a large alpine estate high in the Rockies, and, in his rare interviews, described his interests as skiing, hiking, baseball, and arm-wrestling. He votes Libertarian. Business Week named him one of the Most Eligible CEO-Bachelors of 2023.

Fornjót Power Associates manufactures an energy drink called  Slam!  The company website touts the herbal essences in  Slam! , but from the ingredient list, it appears that its kick has more to do with caffeine and sugar. Assuming, that is, that there isn't anything in  Slam!  that isn't on the ingredients list.

The name Mog Raznosgolar, on the other hand, isn't readily found online in any likely spelling.

It's not hard to find the area the satyr indicated Mog is likely to be in, but most maps of that area seem to be years old.  
 Spoiler: OOC 
Make an Intelligence+Investigation roll, Liliana.

Fleshing out your contacts would help, but it's not urgent.
 
Justanotherhero
After sending the email to coordinate the debriefing dinner, Julian shifts his focus to the names he collected at the party. He opens his laptop and begins researching each individual on social media platforms and through broader online searches. His objective is to identify any connections to the fraternity of interest, as well as any other affiliations that might inform their investigation.

Julian methodically reviews profiles, noting common friends, group memberships, and recent posts that might hint at deeper involvement in the matters concerning their investigation. He compiles the data, correlating each name with specific details such as educational backgrounds, places of employment, and their roles within the fraternity. Julian is particularly attentive to any mentions or indications of unusual activities that align with the behaviors typical of the 'goat men' they are investigating. While he is still looking for the fraternity alumni, after all somehow the operation needs to be funded.

With a comprehensive portfolio of information in hand, Julian prepares a detailed report to share with his colleagues. After that he and Zahir make their way to the meeting.
DeTess
Liliana compiled the results of her research into a report, stopping by a print-shop to get a map of the tenements printed out on a large sheet of paper. Her work done, she found some time to drop by Brand again. She had been impressed with the way he he had managed the crowd back at the party, and was eager to learn some of his tricks.

The drama lessons done, she grabbed a quick dinner at the hotel, then headed for the meeting.
PoeticallyPsyco
Whew, this teaching gig was harder than he'd expected! But surprisingly fun to watch his friends running through the communications and miscommunications at the heart of  Twelfth Night . The play had always been his favorite of Shakespeare's works, probably because it featured a lady passing as a man to flirt with the male and female co-leads (the perfect wish fulfilment fantasy for the younger him).  Twelfth Night  would always have a special place in his heart for that, even if that wasn't the lesson he needed it to teach right now.

Reading and playing your opponent. Even more than that, reading and playing the crowd. Those skills had been a key part of his success in the cage; some of the audience would have been content simply to see him rise to the top as the most skilled fighter, but many more would have grown bored if he'd played every fight completely straight. Introducing narrative concepts like back-and-forth, rising stakes, and dramatic climaxes to his fights had been challenging, yes (taking unnecessary hits to sell the idea that he was an underdog was only slightly less dangerous when it was intentional), but it had kept the audiences on the edge of their seats. A happy audience was a returning audience, and a returning audience meant his cut of the profits was larger than ever.

Brand forcibly shook himself out of the nostalgic reverie.  Shame on me,  he thought.  Those days were bad for me... not to mention for my opponents. The last thing I want to do is backslide into the person I was back then.  Still, it was nice to see something pleasant come of the talents he had honed in those arenas.

He'd already told Julian he would be there for this dinner; now he was taking the stairs up to the correct floor. He'd been googling famous regional dishes to try, and hoped the catering would include seafood. Brand could absolutely go for some crab cakes right now.
Justanotherhero
As the first team member arrives at Hotel Spice and Sky Atlanta Perimeter's meeting room B04.03, they find Julian preparing the space for the strategy session. A large oval table at the center is surrounded by comfortable chairs, with documents spread out and a laptop connected to a projector ready for presentations.

Zahir stands by, ready to take detailed minutes. The room is lit to balance clarity and comfort, with refreshments available on a side table.

Julian greets the first arrival with a welcoming smile, inviting them to get comfortable. "Glad you could make it. I hope there was no trouble?" As he looks around the room, Julian thinks to himself, *More satisfying than the last setup, still not quite the pantheon-worthy display of old.*

The hotel provided a well-curated catering service for the meeting. The spread included a variety of options to cater to diverse tastes and dietary requirements.

**Starters:**
- A selection of gourmet cheeses paired with a variety of crackers and a fresh fruit platter.
- An assortment of fresh spring rolls filled with vegetables, shrimp, and vermicelli, served with peanut and hoisin dipping sauces.

**Main Courses:**
- Grilled salmon fillets, lightly seasoned and served with a dill and lemon butter sauce.
- Herb-roasted chicken breasts, accompanied by a rosemary and thyme jus.
- A vegetarian option of stuffed bell peppers filled with quinoa, black beans, corn, and topped with melted cheese.

**Sides:**
- A mixed green salad with cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, and a choice of vinaigrette or ranch dressing.
- Roasted mixed vegetables including carrots, broccoli, and sweet potatoes.
- Garlic mashed potatoes, creamy and garnished with chives.

**Desserts:**
- A dessert platter featuring mini cheesecakes, chocolate brownies, and macarons in various flavors.
- Freshly brewed coffee and a selection of teas.

**Beverages:**
- Sparkling and still mineral water.
- A selection of soft drinks and juices.
DeTess
Liliana gave a slightly bitter smile as she looked over the food available. That was what she got for only reading the where and when on the invitation, and assuming she'd need to get dinner beforehand. Still, she grabbed some options from the desert section, while waiting for everyone else to finish their meal so they could start the meeting.
PoeticallyPsyco
Cheerfully, Brand started loading up one of the plates with a little bit of everything... but the plate was oddly small, and he ran out of room too quickly. Looking at all the things he still wanted to try and doing some quick mental geometry, it was going to take at least four of these tiny plates, plus a glass or two.

The reasonable thing to do would be to make multiple trips as he finished each plate, but...  I haven't practiced  that  skill in a while... and I kind of want to show it off. 

So after filling his plates and pouring his drinks, he started loading them up on his body to carry them back to his seat. His hands, his forearms, the crooks of his elbows, his shoulders, atop his bright red hair; anywhere a plate or cup could go without stacking, he put one, even empty ones when he'd loaded up all of his.

He straightened carefully and walked back to his table, controlling the balance of his fragile load with precise manipulations of the tension in his muscles and the angling of his limbs to nudge items that were threatening to slip back to true. Reaching the table, he used his foot to pull out his chair, then sat down and carefully unburdened himself of all the plates and cups, setting the full ones in a neat arrangement in front of his seat and stacking the empty ones off to the side. Then he picked those up and carried them (normally) back to the serving table....

...And stopped to smack his head with his palm. The oddly tiny plates that had inspired this maneuver were at one end of the serving table, yes... and at the other end sat stacks of normally sized plates. He'd been struggling because he had been trying to serve a four-course meal onto plates intended for the crackers and cheeses.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
This is the Omnidexterity knack in action, letting Brand use any part of his body with the dexterity of his hands. Also, Brand's incredibly poor perception coming back to bite him once again.

Can I get a stunt for this?
 
Kish
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Yes, I like the description, but in light of the current lack of stakes I'll call that a one-die stunt.
 
Justanotherhero
As the group settled into the meeting room for dinner, Julian and Zahir made their way to the buffet table, opting to start their meal with fresh spring rolls and grilled salmon.

While enjoying their plates, Julian and Zahir engaged in light conversation, weaving in elements of their time in Alexandria which apparently also contained a few drinks. „ I am very glad that dads side of the family is so effective at preventing hangovers," Julian remarked, appreciating the benefits  of extraordinary drinking capabilities backgrounds. Zahir chuckled in agreement, „Yeah sadly that doesn’t prevent the lightweights among recruits from making a mess.“

After enjoying the food and conversation, the pair shifted focus to the task at hand. Zahir, ever the meticulous one, prepared his notepad and pen to capture detailed minutes of the meeting. Julian, meanwhile, began sorting through his notes, organizing his thoughts and information. He aligned documents, checked his digital files on the laptop, and laid out his notes.
Benoojian
Max, being a college kid, will never turn down free food. He sets up his laptop at one of the places arranged for the group and then helps himself to as much of the buffet as he can carry.
Kaworu
Mateusz was quite busy, trying to learn basic medicine, applied psychology and being presentable all at once, but it worked quite well. Probably being a Scion helped him with that a lot, being honest.

He sat down with all the others, a little plate filled with sweets and a cup of hot tea with sugar by his side. He was so busy with his own education, that he didn't really had time to check on satyrs or the dude that they mentioned (besides basic googling and social media checking). But, telling the truth, he had no idea where he should have started.
PoeticallyPsyco
"So. Let's review our last operation."

Brand had finished the last of his salmon, and politely dabbed his lips with his napkin. But then he spotted a stray chunk of gouda on his plate, and couldn't resist popping it into his mouth.  So good , he thought, chewing the smoky cheese happily.

 Oh right, the review.  He hastily swallowed. "The good first. We made it in and out, retrieved valuable intel, and all without resorting to violence. On the other hand, we're essentially back to where we started: a lead to where the dagger is and who possesses it, albeit one that is hopefully more correct than our first one." And how  had  their client's intel been so inaccurate? It at least made it unlikely that she was working for Forsen, who knew the satyrs didn't have the prize. Though perhaps she had been spying on the titanspawn(?) and only knew that he had reached out to the satyrs after the dagger was stolen, drawing the obvious conclusion that they were the ones who had taken it?

"Also, several of us had our cover blown, and we clearly underestimated the powers of the satyrs; had they wanted a fight, things could have gotten ugly very quickly. This can probably be written off as an inherent risk when dealing with the supernatural, but obviously I'd prefer to be better informed about our next opponents' capabilities."
Justanotherhero
„An identity leaked to titanspawn is, to say the least, problematic," Julian began, his tone reflecting concern. He paused, unsure if his next words would reveal too much, yet feeling the necessity of being transparent. "The truth is, I don't have a foolproof solution for this issue. But..." Julian hesitated again, hoping he wasn't about to share something embarrassing. It felt right, though, to be open with the team.

"Back home, I believe we have the means to provide those concerned with new options concerning official documentation—formal name, origin, address, and so on. This could be useful in case someone is worried they might be located by unwanted parties.If someone wants to I can ask if we can arrange it?“

As he said it he realized he himself was not 100% as cautious as he would have liked.
DeTess
" I  didn't let anything slip that I would be worried about anyone else knowing." Liliana shot Brand a meaningful look. "I do have to caution about the risks inherent to false identities though. Using one for a short while has its own issues, but if you want to assume an entirely new identity.... well, you'll end up with at least one, most likely multiple, people holding a pretty big secret over you for the rest of your life. That's not to say I don't trust you, Julian, but can you say that the people you'd ask to arrange this are completely selfless and free from angles from which they could be blackmailed?" Liliana let that hang for a moment. "'Either way, we need to chase down the dagger first. If anyone decides they need to disappear after that, I might have some advice as well."

"I have some worries of my own about how our client got so mistaken, but for now the main problem is the dagger. We can do our due diligence on her once we've secured it." She opened a folder and handed out several handouts containing the information she had found out about Forsen, before spreading out a large printed map of the Vine City tenements. "You can read those at your own pace, but to summarize, Forson seems to know what he's doing. He isn't on any watchlists as far as I could find, and though he is known to stray into the greyer areas of the law he hasn't done so to the extend that anyone felt like going through the trouble of getting him arrested for it. His company's products have passed muster, but if anyone here feels like doing their own analyses on his company's products I'd welcome it."

"Forson is not our target though." Liliana flipped to the back of the handout. It contained a short profile, but it consisted mostly of fields marked 'unknown' and best guesses. "A former employee of his named 'Mog Raznosgolar' is, but this individual is a ghost. No online presence whatsoever, and nothing that my contacts could dig up either. All we know is the location the Satyrs gave us." She gestured at the map she had put down. "Though Forson might be worth looking into, for now this is the puzzle we need to solve."
PoeticallyPsyco
Brandon shrugged. "Sharing my identity was a calculated risk, and a minor one at that. I have no mortal family for it to be traced back to, and research into my former acquaintances will provide only enemies. In fact, thanks to my efforts and machinations, most of them are currently in jail." The most prominent one who'd slipped his net was  her , and they'd never catch her unless she let them. He certainly hadn't been able to... though it was possible his emotions had clouded his efficacy on that one.

"One of the advantages of having turned over a new leaf," Brand continued. "That's why I gave the satyrs my phone number, instead of letting one of our members with an actual business card do the honors."

 
 Spoiler: OOC rambling about Brand's vulnerability now that his identity might be out there 
Brandon is perhaps underestimating his vulnerability; people trying to manipulate him could conceivably go after his professors (though that might lead to them ambushing the god Ogma's mortal guise, which would be hilarious) and a couple of ex-boyfriends/-girlfriends from the university before his Visitation. If they make the connection to the vigilante and the 'anonymous sources' that helped the police take down the fighting rings, then his contact on the force and several of the vulnerable children/teens that he personally rescued become possible targets as well, though that would require a lot more legwork to figure out.

Researching him through Dublin's criminal element, though, will turn up exactly the dead end he described. Looking into his birth/orphanage records would be even worse, since Brandon isn't his birth name, variations of "Flynn" are fairly common last names, and he has no positive emotional connections with any of the foster families or orphanages he stayed at over the years (rather the opposite, in most cases) even if they did manage to find those records.

Of course, thanks to his geas, if  anyone  (well, anyone weaker than Brand) was threatened in an effort to put pressure on him, he would have to help. But Brigid is the only one who knows about that geas, so he should be safe on that front for now.
 
Justanotherhero
"Liliana, your caution regarding the use of false identities is well-founded," Julian began, his tone measured. "The risks of assuming a new identity are significant.“ He paused for a moment, reflecting on the trust and confidentiality required to manage such a delicate situation. "It's true, the people involved in arranging these identities might also not be immune to titanspawn threats or circumstances.
Turning to address Brand's comments, Julian nodded in understanding. "Brand, your approach to sharing your identity was indeed a calculated risk, and it seems you’ve managed the potential repercussions well.„

"As for the dagger and our current leads," Julian continued, glancing at the information Liliana had spread out, "  Mog Raznosgolar’s elusive nature certainly complicates the task." He gestured towards the map and the profiles laid out on the table. "We must strategize carefully, ensuring we understand potential traps we might encounter. Not that I … know much about our employer.“

„Forson could be investigated by maybe getting a job at the company. For Mog hmm do they have apartments for rent in the area?“
Benoojian
Max quickly reads through the reports, one detail niggling at his brain, "The information and marketing on  Slam!  sounds strangely familiar. I'm not sure the ingredients count as natural, more like supernatural. I'd love to do some magical testing on it before we get too deep into planning our next move. If my suspicions are anywhere close we'll need some  Slam!  and an unbound mortal to test it on. I don't suppose the hotel stocks any  Slam! ?"
Justanotherhero
„I can find that out. And if you want one of us can pose as a  slam representative handing out free drinks?“

Julian would try to order some Slam! from room service.
Justanotherhero
After room service comes. Julian returns with a can of Slam! .

„As for an unbound mortal we will probably have to take a look around.“
PoeticallyPsyco
Brand didn't like the idea of experimenting on a mortal. But this was something that hundreds - possibly thousands - of people drank daily, with no apparent adverse effects. In this case, his protective instinct was probably an overreaction.  Still, I'll keep an eye on the situation,  he thought.
Benoojian
"How unethical would it be to just offer a waiter 100 bucks to drink it?" Max grips one of the cans of  Slam! , seeing if he can sense a fatebond on the drink already. He pulls out his magic book and a set of occult tools, setting up a ritual to analyze the thaumaturgic resonance of the drink. "If this works I should be able to separate any magical ingredients out from the natural ones and we won't need them to drink it." Max begins chanting as he pours some of the soda into the improvised ritual circle. The Natural elements should be pulled towards the iron on one side and the Supernatural pulled towards the crystal on the other for 'easy' identification.
Kish
Max's efforts detect no supernatural quality to the drink which can be detected through examination.  
 Spoiler: Max 
Max does sense the presence of a Fatebond with the passive effect of his Knack--but he realizes that he has been experiencing that sensation when around his companions for some time. He could spend a Legend point for more details, including whether the energy drink is Fatebound to someone, or he could try taking it away from his companions or asking them all to leave the room.
 

 
 Spoiler: Brand, Liliana 
You remember the satyr  suggesting you hurry to get the dagger . If he's right about the situation--which, of course, he may not be--renting an apartment to set up extended surveillance might mean leaving Gunnar Forson time to reclaim the dagger.
 
DeTess
"The energy drink angle is interesting, but it is not our main purpose here." Liliana was eager to bring her companions back on track. "Forson is actively looking for the dagger, so we need to focus on getting it first. Any suggestions for tracking down this Mog person quickly? Worst case, we could just move in, and see what our presence can shake loose, but I'd prefer a more solid plan."
Justanotherhero
 
 Originally Posted by DeTess 
 "The energy drink angle is interesting, but it is not our main purpose here." Liliana was eager to bring her companions back on track. "Forson is actively looking for the dagger, so we need to focus on getting it first. Any suggestions for tracking down this Mog person quickly? Worst case, we could just move in, and see what our presence can shake loose, but I'd prefer a more solid plan." 
 

"In theory Mortal help is only a few dollars away. Hiring one or two detectives to check out any people that moved in lately should not cost this world. Beyond that we could again try to split up in a surveillance and a diversion team?
An alternative is of course to attempt to not look for  the dagger first but to look for Forson first and assume he will find it and when he does we can act.
In theory a CEOs shedule is something that should be written down and accessible."
Kaworu
Mateusz was strangery quited the whole time. But, actually, he was deeply considering something.

- You know... - he finally muttered, very slowly, more to himself that to the others - I know computer, right? And... maybe I shall hack him? You know, email, social media accounts, such things. I mean... this is technically illegal... - he started making circles with his thumbs - But... if just to have accesss to some info... and not enter into his systems any kind of virus or anything... I mean... hm...

He wasn't really sure if he wanted that. But the dagger seemed to be important, and just breaking into his accounts to just have some "passive" data, instead of pretending to be him... that wasn't, like, a great sin... right?
DeTess
"Unfortunately, he has no such online presence, or I would have beaten you to the punch." Liliana replied. "Hiring a private investigator or two would be an option if we had more time, but in that case I'd simply do all the legwork myself." She looked over the map again.

"Does anyone have access to some muscle on short notice? Mercenaries or the like." She gestured at several points on the map. "Main access to the area is here, her and here. If we can get those watched we could go in, try to spook our target and nab him when he tries to run. We could do something similar to what Brand did during the party, make it obvious we know for our target to provoke a response."
Justanotherhero
Julian looked at Mateusz, surprised but pleased to see him willing to contribute in an area where Julian himself lacked significant expertise.

"Does Forsen have any social media or online accounts? He's not our primary target, but in a worst-case scenario, he could lead us to the dagger. I assume he must have access to at least one company email account, right?"

When the conversation shifted to the topic of mercenaries, Julian was somewhat taken aback—not because he opposed the idea, but because he had not yet succeeded in recruiting mundane support for the impending war, a feat his father would have undoubtedly accomplished.

"I have to admit, I can't offer trustworthy mercenaries. However, would paid lookouts, like private eyes who are unaware of the full extent of what's happening, suffice for your plan?"
Kaworu
Mateusz sighed with relief. So he won't have to hack into some accounts... not in this very second, at least.

- The offer is still on the table, you know? Maybe I cannot hack this particular person, but I can do some hacking, if an opportunity will arise. It's not something I take lightly, but I also do realize that the dagger is important, and it's way better if we put our hands on it than third parties.
Justanotherhero
 
 Originally Posted by DeTess 
 "Does anyone have access to some muscle on short notice? Mercenaries or the like." She gestured at several points on the map. "Main access to the area is here, her and here. If we can get those watched we could go in, try to spook our target and nab him when he tries to run. We could do something similar to what Brand did during the party, make it obvious we know for our target to provoke a response." 
 

„Private security companies are not that expensive but I doubt they will actively engage in arresting someone without some form of explanation. I have to cultivate some contacts on that area. Would people on the lookout be enough for your plan to work,Liliana?“
DeTess
"That depends on who and what Mog is, exactly." Liliana replied. "Which is one of our known unknowns. "If he is just your average guy it would be sufficient, but if he's a titanspawn we need some rough people who won't panic if things get weird. It's also why I asked if anyone already knew someone. Hiring an unknown has all kinds of problems."

Liliana sighed. "We just don't know enough about Mog then. I'll head there first thing tomorrow morning to get the lay of the land. Brand, I'd appreciate if you could be nearby in case trouble finds me. If anyone else feels comfortable with this kind of legwork, feel free to join me. The goal is to find out more about Mog, such as who and what he is and where he lives."
PoeticallyPsyco
"But of course," Brand said, his pleasant smile widening slightly. "I love field-trips."
Benoojian
"I thought I was here as the muscle."
DeTess
"I haven't seen what you can do yet in that regard." Liliana replied to Max. "While I have had a taste if Brand's skills from his training session. By all means though, come along if you believe thus situation calls for your skills."
Justanotherhero
"You make a valid point, Liliana. If Mog turns out to be a titanspawn, then indeed, we’ll need individuals who can handle themselves in unpredictable and possibly supernatural situations without panicking.

What will be your cover? I was thinking maybe survey employee?"
DeTess
"That could work, depending on the exact situation we find at the tenements." Liliana shrugged. "I'd like to have it planned out into detail, but we don't really have the time for that, so I'll simply bring a clipboard and wear a nondescript jacket and take it from there."

***
Liliana would head to the tenements the next day, wearing a nondescript jacket, a fake namecard on a keycord with the company name 'Atlantis outreach' on it, and a clipboard in her hand, a simple disguise intended to make it easy for her to go up to people and aks some questions. Depending on the situation she might find the tenements in she would adjust her initial questions, but int eh end the goal would be to get an idea of whether any strange events or people had been spotted.
Justanotherhero
Julian shows up later then Liliana but invested the time in his cover identity.

Julian aiming to blend seamlessly into a less affluent neighborhood. He opts for a very cheap, new suit that appears affordable and somewhat ill-fitting, creating the impression of a low-budget corporate issue rather than a personal choice. This attire helps him embody the role of a junior employee, perhaps one who is new to the job and assigned to less desirable neighborhoods. Complementing his outfit, Julian wears old, non-brand sneakers that add a touch of realism and practicality.

For his equipment, Julian carries a clipboard filled with both blank and several pre-filled survey forms, a basic pen, and sports a fake employee ID badge "Eric Oaten" prominently displayed on his suit. He also carries a small, worn bag.

The survey Julian conducts focuses on local transportation needs and infrastructure evaluation. The fact that he asks a few additional questions about the neighborhood should not really be that distracting.

Additionally, Julian rehearses a simple backstory to support his survey activities: he is a temporary worker hired by a city contractor tasked with gathering community input that will supposedly influence future city planning decisions. This narrative equips him with a believable explanation for his presence in the neighborhood, enabling him to navigate interactions smoothly while collecting the needed information without drawing undue attention. He stays away from the bigger streets and obvious commercial areas. His survey is happening in residential buildings. While he has the chance looking out windows and trying to get the lay of the land.
Kaworu
Mateusz really wasn’t prepared to make any suitable clothing on such a short notice. He just put in jeans, t-shirt and a lab coat over it, of course also wearing his glasses. The “disguise” was finished with a name tag that read “Dr. Adam Nowak”.

…

He would be soooo happy if that would work! He was prepared to be a scientist, not a spy! “Oh my, so many things can go wrong!” he thought to himself, but still went along with the kinda “plan”.
Benoojian
Max's is used to being in the poor area of town so his disguise is not dressing up at all, one more poor brown boy is going to be completely invisible. If anything he's dressing down for the occasion.
Kish
The day is sunny as you set out, but overcast by the time you reach the address you found. The surrounding buildings are in very poor repair, the one you arrive at the worst you've seen yet. It has a lot of windows, all boarded up. Eyes watch you from the alleys as you approach, some human, at least two belonging to a very large rat.

The door has no doorbell but does have a rusty knocker. Knocking on it produces a booming noise, but there is no response.

 
 Spoiler: Max 
You do hear multiple voices inside after knocking, but you can't make out what they're saying. None of them seem to be moving toward the door in any event.
 
PoeticallyPsyco
Brand stared up at the decrepit structure. By pure coincidence, the one jacket he'd brought from Ireland looked fairly similar in style and coloring to what Liliana and Julian were wearing, giving a sense of cohesion to their outfits. With Mateusz as a scientific or legal type and Max as a curious local tagging along, the group might even pass as a real corporate outing, perhaps for a development company looking to snap up the cheap land. This had driven home two points for Brand. First, that sometimes it really was better to be lucky than good. And second, that he desperately needed some snappier clothes, if all he had fit so effortlessly into a mission trying to look bland and nondescript.

He turned to his companions.

"There's a risk our target will make a run for it. We should have someone covering the front and back doors just in case. I can take one of those positions, since I'll probably know instantly if you guys get into trouble inside. Or I could try to cover all entrances from the roof; effective, but not very subtle, and it'll slow me down if I need to come to the rescue within the house."
Kaworu
- Okay, so how do we excactly divide our positions? Who goes where? - Mateusz could stay in the back and just "wait" for something to happen, but he would like for everyone to have discuss it first - Do our supernatural talents have meaning in this context, or should we just draw straws? Maybe I am overthinking it, but if we will do things at random, consequences could be grevious. At any rate I believe we should put our really fast runners in the back, so if somebody will try to escape, we will be able to catch them without much problem. The issue is... I am not the fastest. Is any of us? - he looked at his companions.
Kish
As you consider your next move, the more alert among you hear footsteps and, looking toward them, see a skinny woman carrying a large grocery bag so that it obstructs her vision. Because of the bag, she doesn't seem to see you. She's hurrying toward the building you're standing in front of.
DeTess
Liliana approached the woman and gave her best non-threatening smile. "Good morning! I'm Evelyn, with Atlantis outreach. City hall asked us to perform a survey of the city to determine points of improvements. Do you have time to answer some questions?" She paused for a moment, just enough to seem polite, not long enough for someone not ready for it to actually refuse. "Wonderful! Do you live here in this building? How would you rate your overall living experience, on a scale of 1 to 7?"
Justanotherhero
Just in case we are all together:

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Julains thought to himself:  "We are to many people.  But well very little in possiblity to change that now."

Standing behind Liliana somewhat confused and meming the new hire while looking to her : "Do we help with bags?"
Kish
The woman jumps and nearly drops the bag when Liliana addresses her. She hesitates, her eyes darting between you, and then her lips peel back from her teeth in a sudden expression of shocking hatred. "Get away from me!" she snarls, and then she barges forward toward the tenement.

 
 Spoiler 
And what happens then largely depends on your positioning. We're still in theatre of the mind for now. How hard is it for her to reach the door of the building?
 
Benoojian
Max is standing directly in front of the door, she would have to go through him to get inside. "This seems like a bit of an overreaction, we would much rather just talk."
Kaworu
Mateusz is a little bit in the back, not thingking too sharply - who would have expected this thing to happen? He moves aside, to let the lady go.

- We aren't your enemies? - he asked, still confused.
Kish
The woman appears momentarily uncertain of what to do, though the hostility on her face is plain.  
 Spoiler: OOC 
You do not know for certain what she is going to do, but you can all act before she does and you are, now, in combat ticks.

 Tick 0 
Julian

Anyone other than Justanotherhero can post an action, but bear in mind that Julian will act first. Julian, you're up.
 
Justanotherhero
Julian raises both hands a little bit showing he means no harm.
„So sorry for the confusion. We are currently surveying the neighborhood together instead of splitting up. There is not really a lot of foot traffic around here. I assure you we really are only here to do our job and ask our questions.

Eh can I help with that?“ After a bit he holds one hand over his heart and looks into the ladies eyes guaranteeing that he is not looking for conflict.

——

OOC:
After using Charmer. If it is possible I would also use Gods Honest to convince her. But I do not remember if we could use two knacks at once.
Kish
The woman looks calmer, but she still says, "I don't want to talk to you. Get out of my way!" to Max.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
You can use multiple Knacks at once, but God's Honest will only have a noticeable effect here, with what Julian said, if her violent reaction is about believing you're not what you claim to be--it won't do anything if she thinks you're surveying the neighborhood and wants away from you anyway. Still want to use it?

Tick 1. Max is up.
 
Justanotherhero
 
 Originally Posted by Kish 
 The woman looks calmer, but she still says, "I don't want to talk to you. Get out of my way!" to Max.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
You can use multiple Knacks at once, but God's Honest will only have a noticeable effect here, with what Julian said, if her violent reaction is about believing you're not what you claim to be--it won't do anything if she thinks you're surveying the neighborhood and wants away from you anyway. Still want to use it?

Tick 1. Max is up.
 
 
 

I would like to maintain the cover identity so yes I will spend the Legend for God’s Honest.
PoeticallyPsyco
At first, Brand's thoughts are for the woman's safety. But there wasn't any reason yet to think that this mission would end in a fight at all, much less one big enough to sweep the locals up into the chaos. There was no need to discourage her from entering the tenement.

But then a though occurred to him, and only years of training and practice in acting for an audience kept his eyes unnarrowed and his body language relaxed.  Why demand we get away from her?  There were any number of reasons for hostility, but that was an odd request to make. Perhaps she was worried about being mugged, but that was an odd fear to be inspired by a group of corporate-looking types. Perhaps she had an untreated mental illness; possible but statistically unlikely that she would have one that provoked this response. Perhaps she bought that we were property developers, and thought we were intending to take her home, but then why demand we get away from  her ?

Or perhaps she hadn't bought their disguise at all. Perhaps she was expecting a mysterious group that was after her specifically. Perhaps she was, actually, the Mog that they were looking for, well aware that she was on the run from Forsen, and possibly aware that their own employer was after her as well.

In which case, the main reason she'd be trying to get inside the building would be to retrieve the dagger, and/or other items important for a clean escape.

No proof, not even any evidence yet, just a psychological profile match, but now Brand was on his guard.
Benoojian
Max stays where he is, Guarding, he will interrupt to counterattack if she makes a hostile move on him, "You seem a little jumpy, been up to something dangerous out here?"
Kish
Other than showing her teeth again, she doesn't respond to Max's question.

 
 Spoiler 
Tick 3: Liliana and Mateusz are up.
 
Kaworu
Mateusz did the first thing he could think of - he looked the lady straight in the eye and paralyzed her with his Serpent's Gaze.

- Im so sorry, but this is for your own good - he explained calmnly.

- What do we do? She is dangerous to herself and others. We should do something for her... but I do not know exactly what - he said to his companions.
DeTess
Liliana sighed. She hoped it wouldn't have escalated like this, but now that it had...

"Here, let me." She stepped forward and caught the woman's eye. "We're not your enemies. Please answer our questions,  and we'll get out of your hair." As she spoke, Liliana's eyes changed, her irises turning a molten orange, reflecting her father's fires. She didn't fully invoke her authority, as that might trigger some uncomfortable questions later, but what she did now should be sufficient for a simple mortal.

And if she wasn't mortal... Well, that would be worth knowing on its own.

 
 Spoiler: ooc: action 

Use knack: instant hypnosis
Command: answer our questions
Trigger: right now
If she has a legend rating things get complicated. Otherwise she gets to roll wits+integrity to resist, with a target value of 4.
 
Kish
Liliana has to stick her head between the woman and Mateusz to catch her gaze. The woman's face smooths out and goes blank. She stands there, holding the bag of groceries.

 
 Spoiler 
Everyone can now ask her questions. Either I rolled somewhere hidden and she failed, or she didn't get a roll.
 
DeTess
"Well then. For starters, can you explain why you were so hostile to us?" Liliana started off her questioning by digging into the woman's strange reaction. She would ask about Mog in a moment, but it would make the cleanup easier if she could get there organically.
Kish
"You are strangers," the woman says in a perfectly flat voice.
DeTess
Liliana suppressed a sigh. Unhelpful, but not entirely unexpected. She could pull this thread a little longer, but... "Do you know anyone by the name of Mog Raznosgolar, or did you see anyone around here with an ornate dagger in their possession?"
Kish
 (1d10)[ 7 ] 
"Yes, he is our master. Yes, he has a--" she blinks"--dagger." the woman says in the same flat voice.

Asking her more questions, you discover that her ability to connect things that seem obvious to you is strangely lacking, but you learn:

She lives in the tenement with Mog and his legion.
The other members of his legion are nearly as loyal to him as she is.
Mog is glorious, omnipotent, and huge. In fact, if her description is accurate, far too big to fit in the building in front of you.
He keeps a foot-long sword with a white hilt with him at all times.
He never leaves the building and usually stays in the basement. Sometimes one of his legion goes out for groceries for all of them, as she did this time.
The building has two normal floors, a basement, and an attic which no one goes into because it has a weak floor.
Once she is no longer feeling this compulsion to answer your questions she intends to kill all five of you. She anticipates neither practical nor moral problems doing this.
She has not killed anyone yet.

 
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Everyone make an Intelligence+Occult roll, -2 penalty if you don't have Occult.
 
PoeticallyPsyco
 Giant, huh?  The ancient foes of Brandon's own land and family, the Fomorians, were giants as well, so he'd been taught a decent amount about that breed of Titanspawn.

"Does Mog feed you and the others his blood? Did he have your permission to change you like this? And what will happen to you if he perishes?" However, Brand didn't know what exactly thralldom entailed. If Mog was going around corrupting mortals against their will, Brand might be obligated to end him.
Kish
"Yes, he does feed us his blood. He is Mog! He doesn't need permission for anything. Perish? He won't perish."

 
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Her warped view of Mog prevents her from relating in a useful way to Brand's second and third questions, but it seems clear that whether Mog promised her power or simply forcefed her blood, she is being exploited.
 
Justanotherhero
Whispering so nobody except the group hears him Julian says:

"She cannot re-enter the building because she might tell on us. Initiating a conflict here is not advisable. I will retrieve the car and pick her up as soon as I return. Does anyone have a better suggestion?"
DeTess
"I can wipe her memory of this encounter, which should ensure Mog remains in the dark." Liliana replied to Julian, quietly. "Though it will mean she will be an obstacle for when we go after him."

Louder, she asked the woman. "How many of you are there with Mog? As for Mog himself, can you give me a description of his appearance?"
Kish
"Mog's legion is beyond number!" she tells you, but asking her for specific names and estimating from how often someone goes out for groceries, you arrive at the conclusion that there are probably eleven other people in there, plus Mog. About Mog's appearance, she continues to make implausible statements about Mog's beauty and power, with nothing likely to be accurate.
PoeticallyPsyco
"So I guess the question is: do we go in immediately, while we're guaranteed to have the element of surprise, have already eliminated one combatant, and our intel is still fresh... or do we try to pick them off one by one, reducing their numbers but almost certainly tipping them off to our opposition?"

The band could capture this unfortunate soul easily enough, and then perhaps whomever was sent to look for her. After that, Mog would have to be an idiot not to realize someone had found him. Though they could turn that to their advantage as well, ambushing him in the open while he tried to flee instead of challenging him in the heart of his domain.

"Alternatively, we could wait for Forson to find Mog, and try to take advantage of the chaos to seize the dagger. I like that plan least of all; it relies on far too many unknowns turning out our way."

The fourth option, a peaceful resolution to this mess, was no longer on the table for Brand. Mog was preying upon the weak, and needed to be stopped. It really was as simple as that, but even if he hadn't been morally bound to act, he'd still have to step in for the sake of his geas.

Turning back to the thrall, Brandon quizzed her for the locations in the house of Mog and her fellow victims, as much as she could remember.
Justanotherhero
Julian considers the situation and addresses the group:

"I suggest we take a few minutes to retrieve my gear from the car. Immediately after, I propose we enter from above and hope for the best."

If the group agrees to a brief delay:

 
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Julian then takes out his cellphone and calls Zahir to arrange a halfway meeting point.

In Arabic, Julian speaks to Zahir:

"This operation looks significant, with at least a dozen onlookers and one spawn.  If anything goes awry and you don't hear from me, head back home and pass on the details."

Zahir, concerned, responds: "Are you sure you want to go alone?"

Julian replies „I’m not keen on it, but someone has to and Dad hasn't provided clearer instructions. So, it is what it is and someone has to be there to report to home. „

Originally, Julian had prepared a large bag for breaking into the fraternity house, but circumstances change. Now, equipped with everything a would-be cat burglar might need, he makes his way back to rejoin the group.
 
Kish
 
 Originally Posted by PoeticallyPsyco 
 Turning back to the thrall, Brandon quizzed her for the locations in the house of Mog and her fellow victims, as much as she could remember. 
 

"Mog stays in the basement most of the time," she says to one question, and to others, she replies that the others move between floors, beyond that Mog is usually alone in the basement. Half of them sleep on the first floor, half on the second.
Kaworu
- I have other problem, actually - spoke Mateusz after listening to all the stuff the woman was telling - I believe his... worshippers to be just victims. I do not wanna hurt them, and I totally do not wanna kill them. Is anything we can do to... uh... break the curse that has been put on them?
DeTess
Liliana shook her head. "Nothing short of killing the giant and providing these guys with a couple months of therapy comes to mind. My father or one of the other Aesir might manage it, but I don't have any of them on call."

"Either way, we shouldn't dither about for too much longer here." She turned back to the captive woman. "I'd like to confirm some final things about Mog. How many eyes does he have? Think carefully before answering. And what about the air near him? Does it feel oddly cold or warm?"
Kish
"Eyes? He has...two eyes." She sounds confused. "It is cold around him."
PoeticallyPsyco
Brand twisted his head around as Julian returned, with...

"Is that climbing gear?" he asked, in his melodic voice. "Nice! She said the third floor is unstable, but I bet we could use that to get in through a window by the stairs; there's nobody on that floor, so we might be able to maintain the element of surprise a bit longer without as much risk of a collapse. I can get you up to the roof."

 Speaking of surprise, though, a thought occurs.... 

Brand turned to face Max, standing between the rest of them and the front door. "Don't move just yet, please. I didn't notice if that door had a peephole or not, but if it does, with the way you've been positioned they won't have been able to tell what's happening out here. Well, not unless their hearing is a lot better than mine," he allowed. "As long as you stay there, I bet they won't realize if the rest of us start breaking in from above."

 
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Also, IIRC, Max has the knack for breaking objects and Strength/Epic Str on par with Brand's, so he should be able to bust down the door and join the fray pretty easily.

On the other hand, he's also  much  better at stealth than Brandon, so maybe he should take the top floors and Brand (or someone else, just thinking as I type here) should wait below blocking the peephole and creating the illusion that we're all still outside talking.
 
Kaworu
- So, basically, a few of us should stand here as a... passive diversion? - asked Mateusz - And then you can enter incognito, right? Hm... it's my sight that can paralyze her, but also, I believe I can stand my ground when fighting. Just... I would like not to hurt some forced mental zombies? - he made a sad face - Would you like me up there, or down here? I will try my best whatever you will say.
Benoojian
Max addresses the group as if the lady isn't there, "I could try to choke out this old lady so she doesn't cause problems for the strike, even if she is drinking giant blood I think I can take her. I could just knock her out if we're going to try to rescue them, but that might take more time. We don't know how they got involved with the giant but benefit of the doubt they're likely mostly innocent."
DeTess
"If you need someone to stay out here, I'm not as much use in a dragged out fight." Liliana admitted. "I have a sucker punch or two, but that's it."
Justanotherhero
 
 Originally Posted by PoeticallyPsyco 
 Brand twisted his head around as Julian returned, with...

"Is that climbing gear?" he asked, in his melodic voice. "Nice! She said the third floor is unstable, but I bet we could use that to get in through a window by the stairs; there's nobody on that floor, so we might be able to maintain the element of surprise a bit longer without as much risk of a collapse. I can get you up to the roof. 
 

After putting down the big bag. „Climbing gear yes and a mask and gloves for everyone that wants one. Since I did not have hand sizes I went with size L for everyone. My apologies if they don’t fit. “
Justanotherhero
 
 Originally Posted by Benoojian 
 Max addresses the group as if the lady isn't there, "I could try to choke out this old lady so she doesn't cause problems for the strike, even if she is drinking giant blood I think I can take her. I could just knock her out if we're going to try to rescue them, but that might take more time. We don't know how they got involved with the giant but benefit of the doubt they're likely mostly innocent." 
 

We have a few blankets in the car in case you need to make some people comfortable. I would prefer to atleast try to safe them.

I will be going with you upstairs.
PoeticallyPsyco
Brand rolled his neck back and forth, producing a series of loud pops and cracks, and smiled cheerfully.

"All right, let's get this party started."

He looked over the climbing gear. "Alas, those gloves look too small for me. Luckily, I  always  have another trick up my sleeve. Almost literally, in this case." With his left hand, Brand reached over to his right forearm... and used a single fingernail to tear a small gash into the skin. Instead of blood, though, a drop of some golden liquid welled to the surface... and suddenly spread, covering his skin in an impossibly thin, metallic-looking coating. In seconds, every bit of skin visible to observers was protected by the golden substance, and Brand knew that the miraculous armor extended under his clothing as well.

Ichor: divinity made solid. It wasn't as protective as the armor his mother had gifted him, but crucially, it also didn't add over 20 kilograms to his weight.

Crucial for his next stunt, anyway. Kicking off his socks and shoes (he might need the extra grip quite soon), he scooped up a coil of rope and some related climbing gear. He talked as he prepared, his melodic Irish accent filling the air; unlike a stage magician, he was under no obligation to refuse to explain his trick.

"Superhuman strength, of the kind seen in comics and some Scions, defies the laws of physics. Specifically, it appears to be exploiting some loophole in Newton's Third Law, that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. The opposite reaction still occurs, but it's no longer equal. When I shove a car or punch a villain, they feel much more force than I do with the arm that does it, in a way that would probably make my physics professors cry. The applications of this are near limitless in potential... but I've only really mastered one of them. That one is, however - as you Americans say - a doozy."

Brandon crouched down slightly, swinging his arms back, as though about to hop over a puddle in the road. And then did precisely that... only instead of travelling a few feet, he  rocketed  upwards with a whoosh of wind, a golden streak already most of the way to the roof of the dilapidated house that was the giant's lair. To have accelerated that fast should have shattered the pavement, along with every bone in Brand's legs - but as he'd noted, physics was playing favorites today, and the force required to launch him dissipated harmlessly back into the same nothingness it had originated from.

As soon as he left the ground, ordinary physics was back into play on Brand. Despite his astounding initial velocity, gravity and drag were slowing him down just like any jump. And if he'd judged it right, at the apex of his jump, when his vertical speed was zero, he'd reach the roof with no more impact than if he'd casually stepped onto it from some midair platform.
Kaworu
- Very nice - was all Mateusz had to say. Since it was apparently time for some special effects, he did it as well. With a little help from his divinity, he made himself float above the ground, and then floated up at a gentle pace, finally reaching the place when his Irish buddy already was.

- I believe that I don't have to explain? - he smiled kindly, looking around for potential dangerous people and situations.
Kish
Brand and then Mateusz land on the roof of the tenement. No one seems to have noticed them yet.
PoeticallyPsyco
"My, you are just full of useful tricks today," Brand told the normally timid Scion, smiling. "Could you lend me a hand with this next bit?"

Brand tied off his rope to the chimney, securing it with a quick bowline. He then lowered himself back over the edge of the roof, taking his best guess as to which window would be closest to the stairs leading down from the third floor. Holding the rope with his toes like a monkey, he tied it off around his waist so he could use all four limbs to tease the boards off of the window.

 
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What should I roll to attempt this as quietly as possible?
 
Benoojian
"I suppose that's my cue to take care of the old lady." Max slips one muscular arm around the woman's neck and begins to squeeze, trying to knock the woman out...non-lethally for now. "Sshh, it'll all be alright, this nightmare will be over by the time you wake up."
Kish
You hear bones crack as Max squeezes, and life and rage return to the woman's eyes.

 
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Liliana and Julian can act before she does, as can Brand and Mateusz if they want to notice what's going on and come back, though coming back is all they can do before she acts (and will cost Mateusz another 1 Willpower and 1 Legend if he wants to fly back down)  ignore that part! I neglected to check first, Wind's Freedom is active for the duration of the scene.
 
Justanotherhero
Julian equipped the mask and gloves to ensure anonymity.

Standing in front of the building and realizing he did not have specific wall climbing experience to offer. Until he saw that the civilian was about to scream.

With careful consideration for her well-being, he gently as possible places one of his gloves in her mouth to muffle any noise. Doing he best not to restrict air flow to much.
DeTess
Liliana stepped back to let Julian and Max handle the situation. If it came down to it she could deal with the woman, but it would be either very final and loud, or expend more of her otherwordly power than she'd like in this situation.
Kish
The woman barely seems to notice Julian gagging her as she grabs Max's arms.

 
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Grapple check:  (5d10)[ 9 ][ 2 ][ 7 ][ 4 ][ 7 ](29) 

Now's the time for the opposed roll, Max.
 
Benoojian
Max manages to keep control of the squirming woman and give her a much weaker squeeze, "She's stronger than she looks, must have had a double helping of that giant blood, She's helpless as long as I'm holding her though, mind helping roughing her up a bit?" He is still trying to deal with her non-lethally
Kish
The wrestling comes to nothing immediately.

 
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Everyone can act again; should nothing interfere with the wrestling, this is her next roll.  (5d10)[ 4 ][ 1 ][ 4 ][ 4 ][ 8 ](21) 
 
Justanotherhero
It is genuinely not the divine picture Julian wanted to give of himself and unto others but for the continuation of the world sacrifices in style apparently must be made.

So wearing a ski mask and leather gloves like a questionable side character in a 90s B Crime movie. Julian tries to gently close her nose and waits until the lady passes out from lack of oxygen the second he touches the nose he starts silently counting to make sure he does not do permanent damage.
Kish
While Max struggles with the woman, Brand carefully pulls the boards off the window and is pleased to see there's no glass, just an opening into the dark room beyond. Some noise is unavoidable, but no one seems to be responding to it.
Kish
With the sound of more bones breaking, the woman is finally too badly injured to keep struggling, even with her supernatural rage driving her.
DeTess
Liliana kept an eye on the environment while Max and Julian dealt with the woman. "Julian, do you still want to take her with you?" She asked. "Given how much trouble subduing her seemed to be. Either way, we might want to move her out of sight quickly."
PoeticallyPsyco
Brand clambered through the newly open window, then winced as he looked down at what was happening below.  Ouch . On the plus side, it didn't seem that these thralls were anywhere near as strong, tough, or skilled as a physically gifted Scion. On the downside, they seemed nearly as tenacious as him, continuing to fight and struggle through broken bones, severe oxygen deprivation, and a windpipe that was at least bruised and quite possibly crushed (which Brand knew from experience was absolutely agonizing). That would make rescuing them tougher than it strictly needed to be.

 Still, on to the next step . Untying the rope from around his waist, he tossed the loose end down to his companions on the street.  I could probably haul all three of them up at once... but I don't trust the floor to support all of that weight concentrated onto just my feet. Better to go one at a time, for however many want to come up. 
Kaworu
Mateusz was flying, behind the back of Brandon. The second man seemed much more interested - and courageous - to go into the building, and Mateusz wanted to keep his distance in case something would be happening - so he could rush to help as a secundant.
Justanotherhero
After carefully positioning the elderly lady and her groceries behind a dumpster to shield her from view, Julian glances towards Liliana and speaks, ensuring his voice carries just enough to be heard by his team. "The car will be here in two minutes. We can't leave her exposed like this, so she'll be picked up and restrained."

While he speaks, Julian sends a quick text message, his fingers moving swiftly over his phone. Although texting during a conversation might seem rude, the urgency makes it necessary. "I've informed the driver about the necessary precautions," he continues, slipping the phone back into his pocket. "In the worst-case scenario, this buys us some time. She's seen our faces, which complicates the situation."

Julian then strides over to where the rope is coiled, ready for their next move. He gives Brand a thankful nod.
PoeticallyPsyco
Nodding back down to the well-prepared scion, Brandon gave the rope a slight tug to make sure that his friend had a good grip. Satisfied, he smoothly reeled in the rope hand over hand. When Julian reached the window, he smiled and joked "When it comes to air travel, we realize you have no choice whatsoever, but thanks again for riding the Brandon Flynne express!"

That had sounded funnier in his head.

He tossed the end of the rope back down.
Justanotherhero
Julian flashes a quick grin and retorts.
„Always a pleasure, worlds better then my last flight to Miami !"

He then texts Zahir:  „Remove the cellphone and check for other communication devices.“

He then checks for any unexpected observers or security measures that could compromise their operation.
Kish
Zahir removes the injured woman from the immediate area.
Justanotherhero
Julian cautiously approaches the stairway, pausing to take in his surroundings. He stands still for a few moments, allowing the silence to settle around him as he listens intently for any sounds that might indicate movement or activity nearby.

After confirming the area is quiet, Julian carefully examines the stairway itself. He checks for stability, ensuring that the stairs are safe to traverse and won't betray their presence with unexpected creaks or groans underfoot. His eyes also scan for any security measures, such as cameras or traps.

If he finds nothing amiss, Julian gives a subtle nod to Brand and the rest of the team. With a silent gesture, he starts moving with light, careful steps towards the next door.
DeTess
After helping Zahir move the woman to the car, Liliana returned to keeping an eye on the front door and the tenement's surroundings. She would do a quick circuit of the building if local alleys allowed to check if there were any other exits or entrances.
Benoojian
Max is blocking the door until he hears a commotion, at which point he'll bust through the door like the Kool-Aid man.
Kish
Julian heads down into the occupied area of the tenement. The access stairway is closer to a ladder than a regular stairway, but unlike the floor of the attic itself, it seems quite solid. As the lower floor comes into view, he sees a man sitting in a chair. The man catches a glimpse of him as well and looks shocked.

 
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Time for some Join Battle rolls (not all of which represent people who are aware of what's going on, but to save time):

Max:  (5d10)[ 10 ][ 9 ][ 9 ][ 1 ][ 5 ](34)  4 successes
Liliana:  (6d10)[ 8 ][ 7 ][ 5 ][ 1 ][ 4 ][ 9 ](34)  3 successes
Julian:  (6d10)[ 6 ][ 5 ][ 3 ][ 1 ][ 2 ][ 9 ](26)  1 success
Mateusz:  (6d10)[ 10 ][ 3 ][ 1 ][ 6 ][ 9 ][ 4 ](33)  3 successes
Brand:  (2d10)[ 9 ][ 3 ](12)  1 success

T1:  (4d10)[ 3 ][ 6 ][ 5 ][ 2 ](16)  0 successes
T2:  (4d10)[ 5 ][ 10 ][ 1 ][ 3 ](19)  1 success
T3:  (4d10)[ 8 ][ 1 ][ 8 ][ 6 ](23)  2 successes
T4:  (4d10)[ 8 ][ 3 ][ 7 ][ 1 ](19)  2 successes
T5:  (4d10)[ 1 ][ 2 ][ 6 ][ 3 ](12)  Botch
T6:  (4d10)[ 2 ][ 7 ][ 2 ][ 2 ](13)  1 success
T7:  (4d10)[ 9 ][ 3 ][ 7 ][ 8 ](27)  3 successes
T8:  (4d10)[ 6 ][ 5 ][ 1 ][ 8 ](20)  1 success
T9:  (4d10)[ 1 ][ 6 ][ 9 ][ 5 ](21)  1 success
T10:  (4d10)[ 5 ][ 10 ][ 8 ][ 3 ](26)  2 successes
 (4d10)[ 1 ][ 6 ][ 9 ][ 8 ](24)  2 successes
 (6d10)[ 8 ][ 5 ][ 9 ][ 9 ][ 6 ][ 4 ](41)  3 successes

 A rather crude but hopefully adequate-for-this map . Dotted lines are doors (all closed at the moment). The first letter of your name in blue is where you are. Brand and Mateusz, still in the attic and one hovering, aren't on the map but are within a few feet of Julian--up.

Max acts on tick 0, and presumably guards until something audible happens inside.

Liliana, Mateusz, and the guy Julian sees act on tick 1.
 


The man jumps out of his chair. Briefly hesitating, he pulls some kind of metal box out of his pocket and runs toward the east door, yelling, "There's someone--eh--intruder!"

 
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No one who's aware of the situation is up on tick 2. Mateusz is up on tick 1, Julian on tick 3, both before any other NPCs do anything.
 
Justanotherhero
As the situation rapidly unfolds, Julian's mind races. His initial plan is clearly compromised with the sudden recognition and alarmed reaction of the man. He quickly recalibrates, thinking, *Damn, damn, damn. Okay, plan B. If I look like a thug, I'll act like one.*

Keeping his composure but adopting a more menacing demeanor, Julian runs up behind the running man and kicks his left leg enduring that the man falls then grabs the running man and commands in a quiet and obviously fake and comically deep voice with a firm tone, "Stay calm," immediately followed by a sharp curse to emphasize his urgency and to intimidate. „Where do you keep the good stuff?“
Kish
Julian easily lands a crippling kick to the man's leg and grabs him. He responds with a much louder scream.

Yells come from all over the building. Downstairs, Max smashes in the door.

 
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Still tick 1. Max, Mateusz, and, if applicable, Liliana are up.  Map  is updated.
 
Benoojian
Max spots two targets in the ridiculously large room and heads for the one to the North, sizing up the target for weaknesses as he charges towards him.

 
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Taking the Aim action, Speed 3 interruptible, On T8. If he doesn't move I will reach him on tick 4 and interrupt, I will interrupt my Aim if he moves close enough to hit on tick 3 though, which I think can only happen if he is as fast as me(unlikely)
 
Kaworu
Mateusz has sworn under his breath. So many thing could go wrong.

But, he had a plan, that appeared in his head for a very brief moment.

He had flown in front of the man and used his Palarysing Gaze on him.

 
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Hm... I do not wanna be a party pooper, but... I am acting sooner than the guy, right? So i can use my Paralysing Gaze and he cannot run for others? Maybe? ;-)

But maybe it is too late now and I am interrupting something? ;-) Sorry, don't wanna be a bother... :-(
 
Kish
 
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 Originally Posted by Kish 
 Liliana, Mateusz, and the guy Julian sees act on tick 1.
 
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No one who's aware of the situation is up on tick 2. Mateusz is up on tick 1, Julian on tick 3, both before any other NPCs do anything.
 
 
 


 
 Originally Posted by Kaworu 
 Mateusz has sworn under his breath. So many thing could go wrong.

But, he had a plan, that appeared in his head for a very brief moment.

He had flown in front of the man and used his Palarysing Gaze on him.

 
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Hm... I do not wanna be a party pooper, but... I am acting sooner than the guy, right? So i can use my Paralysing Gaze and he cannot run for others? Maybe? ;-)

But maybe it is too late now and I am interrupting something? ;-) Sorry, don't wanna be a bother... :-(
 
 
 

You are acting on the same tick as the guy jumping out of the chair and running for the door, before Julian, which means I should have waited for your action before processing Julian's, sorry. But with a normal speed of 4, you can't get between the guy and the door unless your action is Dash, which will interfere with you also using Serpent's Gaze on the guy. That is, you're not so much faster than him that you can both cut him off and catch his gaze in one action.
 
Kish
 
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It looks like there used to be several more doors into the tenement, but they've been covered with boards as well. It still looks like anyone with Epic Strength could likely break in or out anywhere, though. The building is remarkably filthy and rundown.
 

 
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Please clarify your action, Mateusz. You can't both get in front of the man you've seen and Serpent's Gaze him in one action, but if your action is to Dash in his direction, from where you start you could end anywhere between C-46 and M-50.
 
Kaworu
 
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Okay, so I am just moving more towards the front/place of action and I am trying to get ready for the fight that's incoming, if that's right.

Also, I completely forgot about the Speed stuff xD Usually I am not that much aware of the details of fighting mechanics,  in every system xD sorry :-)
 
Kish
Materusz soars across the filthy, rubble-strewn floor.

 
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Tick 3, which is when Julian's action resolves and events proceed from it; Brand is up.
 
PoeticallyPsyco
Caught off guard by the sudden chaos, Brand lumbered into motion less quickly than he would have liked.

 No time for ladders , he thought, and simply walked over the hole in the attic, plummeting to the floor below like a bowling ball. Graceless, but fast.

He sized up the situation as he fell.

 
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Falling this far won't hurt Brand; his Bashing Soak is too high, even without his partial armor. However, looking at the Movement rules, I think I still have to roll Dex+Athletics to travel at full speed and not fall on my clumsy face.

Dex + Athletics
 (5d10)[ 3 ][ 4 ][ 10 ][ 5 ][ 5 ](27)  + 1 Epic Dex

Not sure how far Brand must travel, but one success means he moves at 3 yards per Tick, 0 successes means 1.5 yards per Tick, and a botch means he falls on his clumsy face.

...which means he definitely makes it into the room without having to wait for the next Tick. I'll move on to his actual actions then....
 


One threat, a thrall, already had two Scions on him, and could be safely disregarded for now. No further threats in the room, so...

 Onto the next , Brand thought, catapulting himself towards the nearest door almost before he hit the ground. It was important to keep the momentum on their side; the more enemies could be eliminated in isolation, the better of the ensuing fight would go once the other thralls joined the fray. The room wasn't quite large enough to necessitate a flying leap, so he just sprinted.

 
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Dash, 3 ticks, takes Brand to the East door of the room Julian, Mateusz, and the Thrall are in.

I'm assuming opening the door will be a reflexive action and not take any real time. If not, I'd like to combine it with my Dash action. I don't think this has any negative effects beyond a -2 dice penalty to the Move roll (which I still automatically succeed at), and of course literally opening myself up to attack from foes on the far side.

I think that covers everything?
 
Kish
Those thralls who can see any of you charge toward you, pulling out switchblades or crude clubs. The one Max is watching rushes up to him, switchblade ready. Brand, Julian, and Mateusz see a woman who looks about 20 run in, also holding a switchblade. All the humans you've seen have the same expression of unadulterated hate as the woman outside.

 
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And you're up, Max; someone with a Dexterity of 3 can Dash 9 yards per tick without magic. Possibly you were assuming he'd only move normally rather than Dashing so as to be able to attack you on the same tick he reached you, but that's not what he's chosen to do.
 
Benoojian
Max didn't expect the thrall to simply rush headlong at him, but that speed only means that Max's fist will only hit even faster. Now that there were multiple assailants and no witnesses, Max shifted to a more lethal strike, driving his palm into the thrall's unprotected throat with a quiet "Hi Yah!"
Kish
Max breaks the luckless thrall's neck with one punch. His switchblade goes flying.

 
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With Divine Wrath, Max does lethal damage, literally in this case.

Mateusz can be essentially anywhere in this room as his Dash completes, let me know...and Mateusz is up. Still on tick 4, at the same time as Max; I should have called for his action the same time as Max's just now, sorry.

To minimize the likelihood of my causing such delays again:

&gt;&gt; Mateusz: Tick 4
Liliana: Still examining the building outside, will be up immediately if anything comes to her attention
Julian: Tick 6
Brand: Tick 6
T7: Tick 7
Mog: Tick 7
T3: Tick 8
T4: Tick 8
T10: Tick 8
Max: Tick 9
T2: Tick 9
T6: Tick 9
T9: Tick 9
T1: Tick 10
T5: Tick 11
 
Kaworu
Mateusz used his Untouchable Opponent Knack, since the whole encounter was just beginning. He was floating a few centimeters above the floor and waiting patiently for an opportunity to use his attacks.
Kish
Mateusz takes no visible action for now.

 
 Spoiler 
Brand and Julian, you're up.  Current map .
 
PoeticallyPsyco
A thrall sprinted through the door Brand had been about to open, seemingly making a beeline for his squishier teammates.

 Oh no you don't .

A switchblade was no threat to him in the hands of a (mostly) mortal, but... he didn't really know how tough these people would be to put down. Better to use overkill on defense than offense for now. Gripping his wrist, he twisted his bracelet just so, and the knotted band of cords (a gift from Ogma) called out to his armor, stowed safely in a storage unit back in Dublin, waiting for the moment he needed it.

With a mechanical clicking and clanking, each piece flowed out of his wrist, sliding over the existing pieces before slotting and locking into place. The process was fast; by the time his left hand reached the thrall's shoulder, the fingers were already surrounded by the interlocking solid metal plates and thick padded cloth gloves that made up his gauntlet; and his helmet (golden with white feather patterns, and a large T-shaped opening over his eyes, nose, and mouth/chin) had settled onto his head just in time for him to slam it into the thrall's temple. He left off the faceplate for now; he wasn't facing gunfire, so being able to breathe and speak more easily was higher value than completely protecting his face.
Justanotherhero
It was time to temporarily finish this. With his opponent already on the ground Julian used one hand to manage the hands trying to grab him and used his right hand to lift the thralls head off the ground and smash his temple back on the ground hopefully knocking him unconscious.
Kish
Brand grabs the woman who ran in, who drops her switchblade and hisses in pain. Julian slams the injured man's head into the floor with a disturbing crunching sound.

Another woman charges Max with a switchblade as two other men run up to him. From the room to Max's west, the flimsy wall next the door smashes in and the temperature drops noticeably as a huge, craggy figure, some fourteen feet tall, storms into the room with Max. He holds an archaic weapon, a foot-long blade with a white hilt, seemingly ready to cut someone.

 
 Spoiler 
Switchblade attack:  (5d10)[ 4 ][ 2 ][ 5 ][ 2 ][ 10 ](23)  Damage to be rolled in OOC if applicable.

Liliana: Still examining the building outside, will be up immediately if anything comes to her attention
&gt;&gt; Mateusz: Tick 9
&gt;&gt; Max: Tick 9
T2: Tick 9
T6: Tick 9
T9: Tick 9
T1: Tick 10
T7: Tick 10
Mog: Tick 10
Julian: Tick 11
T4: Tick 11
T5: Tick 11
Brand: Tick 12
T3: Tick 12

Max and Mateusz are up.
 
Kaworu
Mateusz panicked a little bit. It was his first time seeing a giant and he wasn't really sure whether he was strong enough to defeat it. But considering he had some training in the martial arts and his friends were with him, all should be okay. He hoped...

He rushed at the giant with the intent of attacking him as soon as he could.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 


I suppose Dash Action, and then unarmed attack?
 
Benoojian
Max sees the giant heading his way and tries to dispatch some of the thralls as quickly as possible. His hands are as quick and deadly as vipers as he drives his fists into the chests of two of the thralls' chests.
Kish
Max kills two more people as Mateusz flies down the stairs. Two thralls run up to Mateusz; one slashes at him with a switchblade. Two more humans close in around Max and the giant, with the brutal inevitability of a glacier, steps forward and swings the blade, which looks like a tiny dirk in his hand, down at Max.

 
 Spoiler 

Switchblade attack on Mateusz:  (5d10)[ 10 ][ 3 ][ 8 ][ 7 ][ 8 ](36) 
Mog's attack on Max:  (11d10)[ 7 ][ 1 ][ 9 ][ 3 ][ 3 ][ 9 ][ 10 ][ 3 ][ 2 ][ 1 ][ 8 ](56) 

Damage rolls will follow in OOC if applicable.

Liliana: Still examining the building outside, will be up immediately if anything comes to her attention
&gt;&gt; Julian: Tick 11
&gt;&gt; T4: Tick 11
&gt;&gt; T5: Tick 11
Brand: Tick 12
Mateusz: Tick 12
Max: Tick 12
T9: Tick 12
T6: Tick 12
T2: Tick 13
T1: Tick 13
Mog: Tick 14

 Map  is updated. Julian is up.
 
Justanotherhero
That was a strange sound.

Julian quickly checks the thrall's condition to assess the severity of the injury. He looks for signs of breathing.
He was absolutely sure that impact should have caused a concussion yes but more?
That's impossible.
Kish
The man to Max's south attempts to stab him with his switchblade. The woman Brand is grappling wrestles with him.

 
 Spoiler 
Switchblade attack:  (5d10)[ 7 ][ 8 ][ 8 ][ 3 ][ 7 ](33) 
Grapple:  (5d10)[ 10 ][ 9 ][ 7 ][ 5 ][ 5 ](36) 

Liliana: Still examining the building outside, will be up immediately if anything comes to her attention
&gt;&gt; Brand: Tick 12
&gt;&gt; Mateusz: Tick 12
&gt;&gt; Max: Tick 12
T9: Tick 12
T6: Tick 12
T2: Tick 13
T1: Tick 13
Mog: Tick 14
Julian: Tick 11
T4: Tick 15
T5: Tick 17

Brand, Mateusz, and Max are up. Brand is still in a grapple, of course.
 
DeTess
Liliana circled around the building, using her excellent hearing to track the giant's position. She intended to place herself in the creature's likely path of escape, while looking for a way to get into building from behind, though no such places seemed apparent.

While getting into position she drew the pistol from the holster hidden under her left arm, and screwed a silencer onto the weapon. Sounds of a brawl were one thing after all, but gunshots would be quite another, and she would prefer not to get the cops involved.
Kaworu
Mateusz sighed painfully. He wanted to not kill or hurt these people, but there was not going around that, it seemed to him. He took a martial artist battle stance and attacked the first opponent with his open fist.

 
 Spoiler 


Unarmed Light Attack. (at T1)

If I understand correctly, I am rolling Dex + Brawl (+ Accuracy) for determining hitting and then Str + Brawl for damages?
 
Benoojian
This was the true enemy, not the the innocents that have been converted by his blood. Facing away from Mog, Max puts his hands back around the giant's neck, flipping over the giant and trying to twist off his head at the same time. "My father survived the time of real Giants and slew them all before the 5th Sun set. I will not be felled by the weakest of your species."

 
 Spoiler: mechanics 
Fierce Blow Heavy Unarmed attack, Speed 4 action, +1 difficulty, tapping Conviction for 4 extra dice  (13d10)[ 7 ][ 2 ][ 4 ][ 10 ][ 6 ][ 10 ][ 7 ][ 9 ][ 4 ][ 5 ][ 3 ][ 3 ][ 3 ](73)  +1 Epic success

Trying for a 2 die stunt, I have both a fun description AND a reference to Aztec mythology to support my action.  (2d10)[ 8 ][ 2 ](10) 

2 strength, 2 Epic Strength, and 5 weapon damage
 
Kish
Mateusz breaks the thrall's nose with his punch. Max thinks he hears icy bones crack as he strikes the giant; do giants have bones?

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
That does qualify as a two-die stunt.

Liliana: Still examining the building outside, will be up immediately if anything comes to her attention
&gt;&gt; Brand: Tick 12
T9: Tick 12
T6: Tick 12
T2: Tick 13
T1: Tick 13
Mog: Tick 14
T4: Tick 15
Julian: Tick 16
Mateusz: Tick 16
Max: Tick 16
T5: Tick 17
 
PoeticallyPsyco
Hmm.  Second time's the charm , Brand thought, and slammed her into the ground. A dazing, nonlethal strike that should leave her catching her breath for quite some time. He was already looking for the next target.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Sorry I'm late, forgot to check this yesterday.

Contested grapple (Str + Ath -2 Multiple Actions):
 (8d10)[ 10 ][ 1 ][ 9 ][ 1 ][ 7 ][ 9 ][ 1 ][ 1 ](39)  + 2 Epic Str + 2 Geas

I'm going to assume that connects and knocks her out, and move on to the next action. Will edit if that turns out not to be the case.
 


He could hear the faint sounds of chaos below his feet, and Mateusz had just whipped past him. Hopefully the other Scion had a good idea of where the stairs were; Brand followed him at a run.
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Brand 
I am guessing that's meant to be pulling the blow, so she is unconscious and not dead. Your Dash can reach Mog, or stop short of his reach, or approach one of the remaining thralls on the first floor, as you see fit; for the moment I've put you on the map one yard from Mog.
 


Two thralls slash at Mateusz, and three slash at Max. Mog glares at Max.

 
 Spoiler: Liliana 
You hear what sounds like several motorcycles approaching rapidly from the east.
 

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Switchblade attacks on Mateusz:
 (5d10)[ 7 ][ 6 ][ 2 ][ 9 ][ 4 ](28) 
 (5d10)[ 5 ][ 9 ][ 1 ][ 8 ][ 4 ](27) 
Switchblade attacks on Max:
 (5d10)[ 7 ][ 10 ][ 7 ][ 8 ][ 2 ](34) 
 (5d10)[ 4 ][ 4 ][ 3 ][ 7 ][ 10 ](28) 
 (5d10)[ 2 ][ 8 ][ 1 ][ 9 ][ 1 ](21) 

&gt;&gt; Liliana: Tick 15
&gt;&gt; Julian: Tick 16
&gt;&gt; Mateusz: Tick 16
&gt;&gt; Max: Tick 16
T9: Tick 16
T6: Tick 16
T2: Tick 17
T1: Tick 17
Mog: Tick 17
T4: Tick 19

 Map  is updated; Liliana, Julian, Mateusz and Max are up.
 
Kaworu
Mateusz just repeated the attack he made the first time. The bloody nose of his enemy gave him a little bit of satisfaction, to be sure, but he also was happy that he hadn't killen anybody. He also wanted to deal with the humans quickly, so he could attack the "main course" which was the giant.
DeTess
 'Before the next job I need to get everyone an earpiece.'  Liliana thought to herself, though she didn't waste any breath on cursing. She abandoned her position and started sprinting towards the door, intent on warning her companions about the incoming trouble as quick as possible. She put everything she had into the dash, and after the first few steps she felt something break, though not in a painful way. It was like the physical limitations that had held her back suddenly ceased to be, and in just a few heartbeats she burst through the door.

She saw her companions fight the giant and his minions, but ignored their presence. The giant would already know if it was reinforcements that were coming, and if it were the minions of that CEO instead then splitting the giant's attention wouldn't hurt them. "There are more people coming, on bikes, they'll be here before long!" She announced in a clear voice.
Benoojian
Max, now behind Mog, jabs a hand into one of his kidneys, or where a kidney would be if a human were that size.

 
 Spoiler: mechanics 
Heavy Unarmed Speed 4, [rollv]9d10[rollv] +1 Epic success

2 Str+2 Epic Str+3 weapon damage, don't know his DV so I can't roll damage
 
Justanotherhero
Realizing the gravity of the situation—that the man is dead—Julian is momentarily overwhelmed by a mix of shock and distress. He will bring the man back to life.  In a focused, almost ritualistic manner, Julian swiftly pulls a few strands of hair from his head, a component necessary for the resurrection he plans later.

However, the sounds of intense fighting from downstairs pull him back to the immediate crisis. His friends are in danger, potentially fighting for their lives. Knowing he can't delay, Julian makes a quick decision to prioritize the living over the dead, storing the strands of hair securely before he acts.

 Julian rushes to a nearby window. Then, with a calculated move, he swings over the window ledge, letting himself drop to the first floor. The landing is rough, his boots kicking up dust and grime, but he wastes no time in scrambling to the next window to re-enter the building on the first floor.

he slips through the window into the fray. Julian joins the fight, drawing on his training and the desperation to protect his comrades.
Kish
Two of the thralls battling Max and the two battling Mateusz try their slashes again.

Mog attempts to grab Max with one massive hand.

 
 Spoiler 

Switchblade attacks on Mateusz:
 (5d10)[ 24 ] )
 (2d10)[ 4 ][ 6 ](10) 
Switchblade attacks on Max:
 (5d10)[ 3 ][ 3 ][ 8 ][ 9 ][ 4 ](27) 
 (5d10)[ 6 ][ 7 ][ 2 ][ 8 ][ 6 ](29) 
Clinch:  (13d10)[ 3 ][ 4 ][ 9 ][ 10 ][ 3 ][ 1 ][ 6 ][ 9 ][ 2 ][ 9 ][ 4 ][ 8 ][ 2 ](70)  + 2 autosuccesses
If that's higher than Max's DV, lethal damage:  (7d10)[ 4 ][ 6 ][ 5 ][ 5 ][ 4 ][ 6 ][ 9 ](39) 

&gt;&gt; Brand: Tick 17
&gt;&gt; Liliana: Tick 18
&gt;&gt; Julian: Tick 19
&gt;&gt; Mateusz: Tick 19
T4: Tick 19
T9: Tick 20
T6: Tick 20
T2: Tick 21
T1: Tick 21
Mog: Tick 22, grappling
Max: Tick 22, grappling

Brand, Liliana, Julian, and Mateusz are up. Max is either up or stuck in a grapple with Mog; will edit when which is determined.

8 successes, Max is at -2 DV from his last attack, and I do not believe he has activated Untouchable Opponent, so that's a hit.

 Map  is updated.
 
Kaworu
Mateusz swore in his mind, renewing the attack at the enemy whom he's bloodied a nose. It was getting harder for all his friends, and he still didn't knock out even a single enemy. Still, he was convinced that he wanted to avoid unneccessary bloodsheed as much as he could.
PoeticallyPsyco
The giant, Mog, had grabbed Max in one enormous hand, casually lifting him into the air and trying to crush him. It would be a waste, tactically speaking, for Brand not to hit him with everything he had. Which in this case, meant not grappling.  Someday, I'll get to suplex a giant,  he promised himself.

He tapped the giant on one massive shoulder to get his attention.

"Excuse me. You seem to be trying to kill my teammate."

Mog tried to swat Brand with his free hand.

"Allow me -"

Brand leaned to the side, letting the blow glance past his helmet, and grabbed the giant's arm for leverage to add just a little bit more momentum to Mog's movement.

"- to demonstrate -"

Off balance, the giant staggered closer to one of the thralls, and Brand capitalized, jumping and springing off of that thrall's chest to slam his fist into Mog's incoming nose. The loud crunch sounded more like ice than cartilage, but was deeply satisfying all the same.

"- just how -"

Brand hit the ground and rolled, coming to his feet behind the giant and slamming his foot into the back of its leg, dropping the giant to one knee.

"- ****ing  terrible  -"

Mog  roared  in fury, swinging the scion still clutched in his grip like a flail... but Brand was already flat on his back, and the giant hit nothing but air.  Now,  he thought.

Coiling his body like a spring, he  launched  himself off of the ground at the giant's exposed chin, finally within reach of a solid strike. With his entire body behind them, and the strength of his arms still pushing off of the floor, Brand's heels  slammed  into the giant's head with shattering force.

"- of an idea that was," Brand finished, lightly dropping out of his momentary handstand.
DeTess
Liliana worked her way around the room keeping away from the combatants, her gun levelled on the giant's head. The fight was chaotic, making it hard to get a clean shot off, but when Brand started working the giant over an opportunity presented itself. From watching Brand's demonstrations during training Liliana had da rough idea of what was to come. He would bring the giant off balance first with a series of dodges and feints before...

Brand's devastating uppercut hit its mark, knocking the giant's head back. This was what Liliana had been waiting for. For just a moment the giant's movements where reduced to a simple, predictable arc. She pulled the trigger, aiming to put a bullet right in the giant's eye, the report form the silenced gun overwhelmed by the giant's roar of pain and rage
Justanotherhero
In the dimly lit expanse of a apartment building, the atmosphere was thick. Julian dashed down the crumbling staircase, his boots barely touching the worn steps as he descended into the chaos below. The room, vast and shadowy, was marked by peeling wallpaper and the remnants of a life once lived thereÂ—now serving as the battleground.

As Julian entered, he saw a behemoth of a figure, whose towering presence dominated the broken spaceÂ—grappling fiercely. The giantÂ’s back was turned, his focus entirely on overpowering his opponent, oblivious to JulianÂ’s approach.

With supernatural agility he accelerated, his movements a blur to the human eye. He gauged the distance and, in one fluid motion, vaulted from the debris-strewn floor, leveraging a broken piece of furniture to catapult himself higher. As he soared through the air, the scant light from the cracked windows glinted off his determined expression.

JulianÂ’s trajectory aimed him perfectly at MogÂ’s head, the tallest point in the chaotic scene. With a thunderous impact that resonated through the hollowed halls of the apartment, his foot connected with the side of the giantÂ’s head.
Kish
Brand's blows seem to injure the giant, but, far more resilient than any human, he remains on his feet.

Liliana's bullet strikes him directly in one of his oversized eyes, and, to her dismay, actually bounces off that eyeball with no apparent damage.

Mateusz knocks out the thrall he has been fighting with his third blow.

Julian aims a kick at Mog and connects solidly, unfortunately failing to produce any noticeable effect on the massive creature.
Kish
The three humans around Max try to stab him again as Mog is holding him still.

A crude voice shouts, "Come out, come--HEY!" A man on a motorcycle drives through the hole where the front door used to be. "WHO BROKE THAT? WHO RUINED MY ENTRANCE?"

Wait, at second look he doesn't seem to be exactly a man. He has no legs and his lower torso merges into his motorcycle.

 
 Spoiler 

T4 attack:  (5d10)[ 9 ][ 7 ][ 7 ][ 4 ][ 3 ](30) 
T6 attack:  (5d10)[ 1 ][ 8 ][ 10 ][ 5 ][ 10 ](34) 
T9 attack:  (5d10)[ 6 ][ 6 ][ 7 ][ 1 ][ 9 ](29) 

New Join Battle rolls:
 (6d10)[ 6 ][ 7 ][ 1 ][ 7 ][ 10 ][ 3 ](34) 
 (6d10)[ 3 ][ 9 ][ 2 ][ 2 ][ 9 ][ 4 ](29) 
 (6d10)[ 10 ][ 4 ][ 10 ][ 1 ][ 3 ][ 6 ](34) 
 (6d10)[ 8 ][ 6 ][ 9 ][ 8 ][ 3 ][ 8 ](42) 
 (6d10)[ 3 ][ 3 ][ 4 ][ 9 ][ 10 ][ 5 ](34) 
 (6d10)[ 8 ][ 5 ][ 1 ][ 8 ][ 1 ][ 1 ](24) 
 (6d10)[ 1 ][ 4 ][ 9 ][ 3 ][ 5 ][ 8 ](30) 
 (6d10)[ 6 ][ 4 ][ 2 ][ 5 ][ 5 ][ 4 ](26) 
 (6d10)[ 1 ][ 3 ][ 9 ][ 9 ][ 1 ][ 2 ](25) 
 (6d10)[ 7 ][ 3 ][ 5 ][ 1 ][ 2 ][ 4 ](22) 
 
Kish
Two more bizarre motorcycle-centaurs smash through the flimsy walls to either side of the first one to come in. Each of them pulls out a pistol and fires: the apparent leader at Brand, the southern one at Mateusz, and the northern one at one of the thralls that just sliced Max. "You have something that belongs to Mr. Forson," the leader announces after shooting. "Hand it over without any trouble and we will kill you slowly."

The other thrall who was attacking Mateusz looks at Mog, then turns and runs through the south door as another motorcycle-centaur drives through the door behind the leader and shoots at Mog.

 
 Spoiler 

Mog's grapple roll:  (11d10)[ 9 ][ 4 ][ 1 ][ 7 ][ 9 ][ 2 ][ 5 ][ 9 ][ 7 ][ 10 ][ 10 ](73)  + 2 automatic successes.
The Horseman's damage roll:  (6d10)[ 3 ][ 2 ][ 10 ][ 8 ][ 7 ][ 10 ](40) 

&gt;&gt; Mog: Tick 22, grappling
&gt;&gt; Max: Tick 22, grappling
&gt;&gt; Brand: Tick 22
&gt;&gt; Liliana: Tick 22
&gt;&gt; H2: Tick 22
&gt;&gt; H6: Tick 22
&gt;&gt; H7: Tick 22
&gt;&gt; H9: Tick 22
Mateusz: Tick 23
T4: Tick 23
H10: Tick 23
T9: Tick 24
T6: Tick 24
T2: Tick 24
H8: Tick 24
H1: Tick 25
H3: Tick 25
H4: Tick 25
H5: Tick 26

Max, Brand, and Liliana are up, as are four more Horsemen who will smash in as they are doing whatever they are doing.
 
PoeticallyPsyco
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
This course of action is based on the assumption that Mog still has 0 DV. If not... probably going to need to rework it, or at least delay a tick.
 


From the clang of metal on metal, Brand assumed that he'd been hit by one of the strange motorcyclists' (Titanspawn's?) gunshots. But through his layers of armor, he couldn't even feel it, so he wasn't sure.  Pistols, though? To fight a giant?  Something was off, here. Either the motorcyclists were much deadlier in melee, or Forsen hadn't actually sent them to kill Mog. Were they acting on their own initiative? Was this a snatch and grab? Worst case scenario, their job was to stall until reinforcements arrived. The band was barely whittling down one giant-level threat; more showing up would probably necessitate a hasty retreat.

But now what did he do? Try to kill Mog quickly? Free Max? Target the newcomers? Draw Mog's fire by attacking his ego? Take the dagger away? And what was that 'fleeing' thrall up to? Brand's mind raced, throwing up options, alternatives, contingencies, until it threatened to paralyze him.  No. Stop. Refocus. What is my number one priority here?  To defend the weak. First, and always.  And what's the obstacle to that?  All of these Titanspawn, Mog and the newcomers both, were dangerous, and were attacking wildly. His friends were at risk, the thralls were at risk, and even the random bystanders in nearby houses were at real risk from stray shots; these walls certainly weren't going to stop a bullet.  So. What am I going to do about it? 

Hmm. Yes, that could work.

Brand turned back to face Mog, the giant leering down at him through his broken nose. Max still writhed in one of his meaty hands; the other held the white-hilted dagger that had kicked all of this off in the first place.

"You're tough, little giant. But I can feel your body cracking under my blows. Shall we see how much more you can take?"

Brand savored the slight flicker of unease in the giant's eyes as he wound up like a baseball pitcher: arm cocked back, left foot in the air, hips and shoulders twisted to put as much power as possible into the coming forward punch. Telegraphed to an absurd degree, but even Mog might not get up from this one if it landed.

And then instead of following through on any of that, he flicked out with his upraised left foot. A blindingly fast but light kick, with no real weight behind it... straight into the crossguard of Carnwenhan, hooking it out of the giant's fingers, gone momentarily loose with surprise. The dagger spun as it arched through the air, all eyes drawn to its mesmerizing flash of silver...

All eyes except Brandon's. Punch and wind-up abandoned, he stepped inside Mog's reach, stiffening his fingers into blade-like rigidity, before jabbing them into the pressure points of Mog's other arm. Shoulder, wrist, inner elbow, wrist again... and the giant's fingers spasmed, freeing the (lightly crushed) Max to drop to the floor. Mog roared again, lashing out with his own foot, but Brand was already springing away to a pre-chosen safe distance.

...Where Carnwenhan dropped neatly into his waiting hand, having finished its dazzling arc.

He raised his white-hilted prize above his head for everyone to see as he admired it, twisting it back and forth. "My oh my, this looks important, now doesn't it?" But the Titanspawn all heard what he was really saying. 'If you want it... come and get it!'

 That's right. All your fire, all your fury, direct them at  me.  I will bear your blows, so the others can be safe a while yet. 
DeTess
The one thrall suddenly abandoning the fight was...odd, to say the least. They hadn't seem affected by fear at all. Had it received some kind of signal from Mog maybe? Liliana rushed after him, though did not move to stop him yet. She wanted to know what Mog wanted him to do first.
Benoojian
Max struggles against the giant's grip, drawing on reserves of strength and even flaring his ichor to no avail. The giant is simply that much stronger than them. "Just shoot...him... can't fight back... while he's...squishing me."
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Mog's damage 
 (6d10)[ 6 ][ 9 ][ 1 ][ 10 ][ 4 ][ 9 ](39) +2 successes worth of lethal damage against Max's soak. (Wound penalties do apply to attacks, including grapples, but do not apply to damage rolls.)

H2's attack on Mog:  (7d10)[ 9 ][ 9 ][ 2 ][ 5 ][ 2 ][ 8 ][ 2 ](37) 
H6's attack on Mog:  (7d10)[ 5 ][ 3 ][ 10 ][ 8 ][ 9 ][ 2 ][ 6 ](43) 
H7's attack on Max:  (7d10)[ 8 ][ 2 ][ 3 ][ 8 ][ 3 ][ 8 ][ 5 ](37) 
H9's attack on Mog:  (7d10)[ 6 ][ 6 ][ 5 ][ 4 ][ 1 ][ 3 ][ 5 ](30) 
T4's attack on Max:  (5d10)[ 1 ][ 6 ][ 3 ][ 9 ][ 5 ](24) 
H10's attack on Mog:  (7d10)[ 4 ][ 4 ][ 6 ][ 1 ][ 5 ][ 10 ][ 4 ](34) 

Damage to be rolled after determining how many threshold successes each has and whether any actually managed to miss.
 


Four more Horsemen smash in. Three of them shoot at Mog while another shoots at Max. Two of the bullets aimed at the giant hit, as he continues to attempt to restrain the Scion, but both bounce off his thick hide, though he seems to have been slightly wounded by the first shot at him. Another Horseman manages to lose control of his gun and shoot himself in the wheel, yelling in pain as blood issues from what logically should be a punctured tyre. The thrall next to Max, pleased to have finally made contact, slashes him again.

Brand knocks both Max and Carnwennen free, catching the dagger as Max falls to the rubble-strewn floor. Yet another Horseman drives in and shoots at Mog, his bullet also glancing off the giant's hide. Mog begins to take a deep breath.

 
 Spoiler: Liliana 
The thrall you're following runs over to a set of dark stairs descending. If you follow him into the basement you'll be directly in his path should he turn around; do you wish to do so?
 

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

&gt;&gt; Mateusz: Tick 23
T4: Tick 23
H10: Tick 23
T9: Tick 24
T6: Tick 24
T2: Tick 24
H8: Tick 24
Liliana: Tick 25
H1: Tick 25
H3: Tick 25
H4: Tick 25
H5: Tick 26
Max: Tick 27
Brand: Tick 27
Mog: Tick 27
H2: Tick 27
H6: Tick 27
H7: Tick 27
H9: Tick 27

Mateusz is up. Current  map 
 
DeTess
Liliana keeps following the thrall, trying to keep as quiet as possible to avoid detection.
Kaworu
Mateusz didn’t know what to think about the current change in the context of the battle. The things were happening too fast for him to react appropriatelly, let alone think of new stategy or what the change meant for him and his companions.

What he did know, though, was that now he had the easy route to the giant. Which he wanted to use appropriatelly.

He did run, still levitating slightly above the floor, and attacked the giant with all his power. Now, he didn’t need to think twice about limiting the damages he would inflict. Sweet!
Kish
Mateusz' fist impacts with Mog's leg. It feels a great deal like striking a mountain, or, perhaps more appropriately, striking a glacier. As his knuckles start to bleed, Mateusz realizes that he isn't nearly strong enough for his fist to be effective against an enemy whom bullets are bouncing off of.

 
 Spoiler 

&gt;&gt; Julian: Tick 24
T9: Tick 24
T6: Tick 24
T2: Tick 24
H8: Tick 24
Liliana: Tick 25
H1: Tick 25
H3: Tick 25
H4: Tick 25
H5: Tick 26
Max: Tick 27
Brand: Tick 27
Mog: Tick 27
H2: Tick 27
H6: Tick 27
H7: Tick 27
H9: Tick 27
T4: Tick 27
H10: Tick 28

Julian is up.
 
Justanotherhero
Moving slightly to his own left. Julian ensure Mog is between him and the horsemen.

Their unexpected presence adds a new layer of complexity to an already tense situation, stirring a mix of confusion, and irritation within him. Julian knows he must quickly direct the unfolding chaos towards a resolution. His father hates chaos and right now Julian understands.

Julian raises his voice, his words cutting sharply through the noise as he speaks fluent Swedish, his accent impeccable, ensuring his command carries weight and authenticity. With a stern, compelling tone:

"If you want to live, stop attacking us and focus only on your real enemy. Otherwise, you will die. Concentrate and live."

The truth behind it: Julian addresses Mog but does not care wether the Horsemen also accept his assessment. He doubts they speak swedish so appealing to the giants true history should have the desired effect.

Julian has no idea how many Horsemen are out there but right now it appears they are winning.  And they definitely will kill the giant given the chance.  Julian could live with other options.
Kish
Three of the Horsemen shoot at Mog, another shoots at Julian, and the one who spoke holsters his gun and grabs a length of chain, riding forward until he is nearly on top of Brand and right next to Mog. The thralls surrounding Max leave him on the floor, apparently concluding that the bleeding Scion is out of the fight, and turn to attack different targets: one attacks Brand and one attacks Julian. For whatever reason, their hostility seems to remain fixed on your Band despite the Horsemen's indiscriminate shooting mostly at Mog; hopefully Julian swayed Mog, but the thralls do not seem to understand Swedish.

 
 Spoiler: Liliana 
The man you're following runs down a brief flight of stairs into a dank room and grabs a large barrel from where it sits against one wall. You smell stagnant water; it's quite strong and unpleasant. As he turns around, he can't not see you obstructing the only source of light into the basement. "Get out of the way!" he howls.
 


Mog lets out a roar which sounds like an angry baritone human, briefly, before building into something clearly, chillingly inhuman. As the echoes fade away, you find yourselves shuddering. He also reaches for the Horseman who has approached him, though he glares angrily at Brand at the same time; the Horseman easily avoids him.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

T9's attack on Julian:  (5d10)[ 7 ][ 4 ][ 1 ][ 2 ][ 7 ](21) 
T6's attack on Brand:  (5d10)[ 6 ][ 9 ][ 8 ][ 8 ][ 8 ](39) 
H8's attack on Mog:  (7d10)[ 8 ][ 10 ][ 8 ][ 7 ][ 5 ][ 8 ][ 3 ](49)  + 1 Epic Dexterity (not previously included; my fault for trusting White Wolf's quick stat blocks)
H3's attack on Julian:  (7d10)[ 6 ][ 2 ][ 2 ][ 10 ][ 2 ][ 8 ][ 10 ](40)  + 1 Epic Dexterity
H4's attack on Mog:  (7d10)[ 7 ][ 6 ][ 6 ][ 3 ][ 9 ][ 5 ][ 5 ](41)  + 1 Epic Dexterity
H5's attack on Mog:  (7d10)[ 6 ][ 8 ][ 5 ][ 7 ][ 5 ][ 10 ][ 5 ](46)  + 1 Epic Dexterity
Mog's attack on H1:  (1d10)[ 2 ](2) 
Each of you loses 1 Willpower to Mog's Battle Cry. It is easily loud enough to reach Liliana, and anyone outside for at least a block around.

&gt;&gt; Max: Tick 27
&gt;&gt; Brand: Tick 27
&gt;&gt; Mateusz: Tick 27
T2: Tick 27
T4: Tick 27
Liliana: Tick 28
H1: Tick 28
H10: Tick 28
T9: Tick 28
T6: Tick 28
Julian: Tick 29
H8: Tick 29
H3: Tick 30
H4: Tick 30
H5: Tick 31
H2: Tick 32
H6: Tick 32
H7: Tick 32
H9: Tick 32
Mog: Tick 33

 Map  is updated. Max, Brand, and Mateusz are up.
 
PoeticallyPsyco
The motor cyclist Titanspawn were not focusing on him the way he'd hoped they would, and more of them were pouring in. Perhaps they'd been planning to simply drown Mog in numbers; under enough bullets, even a giant would crumble.

Brand had no idea what Julian just said to Mog. String of insults? Negotiation offer? Tongue twister? Who could say. But with the Carnwennan and Max both out of the giant's hands, the motorists and their guns were the priority threat now anyway. And if one of them was going to (quite literally) park himself next to Brand... perhaps it was time to show them who the greater threat was.

The motorcycle-centaur revved his engine, no doubt preparing some sort of maneuver. That wouldn't be happening. Brand reached down, grabbed the back of the bike, and hoisted it into the air, leaving the back wheel, the one connected to the engine, to spin impotently in the air, denied all traction. He also felt a few mechanical bits collapsing under the strength of his grip; he hoped they were important ones.

"Pardon my interruption," the Irish Scion began, "but you clearly know nothing of gun safety, and therefore..."

Brand hit him in the jaw with a pair of snap punches from his free left hand. He left the dagger in reverse grip, using it more like brass knuckles than a proper weapon. Partially because he was much better at fighting unarmed, partially because this Titanspawn hadn't yet done anything to warrant getting potentially bisected by a legendary blade.

"...I must insist you sit the rest of this fight out."
DeTess
 
 Spoiler: Liliana 

"I don't think I will." Liliana descend the stairs towards the man, her pistol trained on him. "Instead..."  a pair of sparks appeared in the darkness as her father's power lit up in her eyes. When next she spoke her voice was filled with power, with  authority  "...you will, right this moment, put that barrel down, then sit down on your hands, against the wall there, and remain quietly seated until the noise from up above has died down."
 

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Use my instant hypnosis power again. Assuming this guy has no legend rating all he gets is a wits+integrity roll (needs to roll 4 successes or more) to resist.
 
Benoojian
Max mostly shrugs off the attack from Mog, but he finally took a bit of damage so he wants to take out the giant as quickly as possible, he swings one quick fist at the wounded giant.
Kaworu
Mateusz sighed in his mind. He would like to avoid any violence, but the "cyclists" with gun were dangerous, and some of them picked at his own friends. As such, he needed to do something about that.

He healed himself up using his Knack, then attacked the closest "cyclist". He did not wanted to strike, though – all he nedeed was to disarm him.

He was not really sure if what he did was the best option, but also, he did not really had the time and luxury of forethought.
Kish
The Horseman who spoke weathers Brand's blows like his skin is all metal, but winces at Brand's grip. "Gun safety is for wimps!" he spits.

The giant is too injured to avoid Max's fist, but his hide remains too tough for Max to hurt him. He glares angrily down at Max.

Mateusz runs over to the northern Horseman and tries to knock the pistol from his grip. The Horseman easily avoids his blow.

The three thralls surrounding Brand's east slash at him.

One of the other Horsemen rides(?) up to Max and tries to bash his brains in with a length of chain.

 
 Spoiler: Liliana 
The thrall starts to move toward you, but then you speak and his eyes go blank. He puts the barrel down and goes over to sit by the wall.
 

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
To make sure the mechanics here are clear, the Horseman soaked the blows but took one level of lethal damage from the clinch. Mateusz is not injured; don't deduct Legend for healing, Kaworu. Since wound penalties affect DVs Max did hit the giant; since they do not affect soak he did no damage.

I am presuming Mateusz is attempting to disarm the nearest Horseman  not  grappling with Brand, as that one's weapon status is currently unimportant. Let me know if I'm mistaken.

T4 attack on Brand:  (5d10)[ 6 ][ 5 ][ 4 ][ 10 ][ 4 ](29) 
T6 attack on Brand:  (5d10)[ 9 ][ 1 ][ 9 ][ 8 ][ 9 ](36) 
T9 attack on Brand:  (5d10)[ 4 ][ 6 ][ 9 ][ 3 ][ 6 ](28) 
H10 attack on Max:  (7d10)[ 5 ][ 5 ][ 9 ][ 6 ][ 6 ][ 4 ][ 7 ](42)  + 1 Epic Dexterity.

&gt;&gt; Julian: Tick 29
&gt;&gt; H8: Tick 29
Max: Tick 30
H3: Tick 30
H4: Tick 30
Mateusz: Tick 31
T4: Tick 31
H5: Tick 31
Brand: Tick 32, grappling
H1: Tick 32, grappling
H2: Tick 32
H6: Tick 32
H7: Tick 32
H9: Tick 32
T9: Tick 32
T6: Tick 32
Liliana: Tick 33
Mog: Tick 33
H10: Tick 33

Julian is up.
 
Justanotherhero
As the chaos intensifies around him, Julian takes a calculated risk. He shouts to his team, "Focus on the new arrivals!" His voice, cuts through the din of the battle, directing his allies' attention and efforts toward the horsemen who have disrupted their plans.

Then, moving with a purpose, Julian positions himself deliberately—stepping daringly close to Mog the Giant. This maneuver is risky; he exposes himself to potential attacks. Yet, his actions are strategic, placing himself just behind and.then to the right of Mog, effectively shifting the faction he is currently engaged against  while also subtly aligning himself with the giant for a brief moment.

In a swift, fluid motion, Julian navigates to Mog’s right side as the giant has a choice: confront another threat or take out Julian. Seeing an opportunity, Julian launches a forceful roundhouse kick at one of the horsemen who is currently entangled with Brand. His attack is successful.

By assisting Mog with the opponent directly in front, Julian tests the waters of a temporary truce, his actions speaking louder than any promise of alliance. His position is exposed, his flank open to an attack from Mog should Mog choose to take it.
Kish
Julian's foot thuds into the Horseman's head and blood starts to come out of his ear. Another Horseman guns his engine and charges Julian, swinging a length of chain at him.

A satyr comes through one of the holes in the wall, holding a set of panpipes. Two more satyrs pour in through other holes; both slash at Horsemen with what appear to be Greek shortswords. Mog roars in semicoherent rage. " GET OUT OF MY FORTRESS, INVADERS! "

"You are the invader here, giant--you who enslaves people's wills!" the satyr with the panpipes replies.

 
 Spoiler 
H8 attack on Julian:  (7d10)[ 4 ][ 9 ][ 1 ][ 6 ][ 6 ][ 6 ][ 4 ](36) + 1 Epic Dexterity
S2 attack on H3:  (9d10)[ 6 ][ 1 ][ 8 ][ 9 ][ 4 ][ 7 ][ 4 ][ 1 ][ 5 ](45) 
S3 attack on H3:  (9d10)[ 9 ][ 9 ][ 10 ][ 8 ][ 5 ][ 8 ][ 4 ][ 9 ][ 5 ](67) 

&gt;&gt; Max: Tick 30
&gt;&gt; H3: Tick 30
&gt;&gt; H4: Tick 30
S2: Tick 30
S3: Tick 30
Mateusz: Tick 31
T4: Tick 31
H5: Tick 31
Brand: Tick 32, grappling
H1: Tick 32, grappling
H2: Tick 32
H6: Tick 32
H7: Tick 32
H9: Tick 32
T9: Tick 32
T6: Tick 32
Liliana: Tick 33
Mog: Tick 33
H10: Tick 33
Julian: Tick 34
H8: Tick 34

Max is up (and acts at the same time as the two new arrivals attacking the Horseman).

 Map  is updated.
 
Benoojian
"I have a Giant to fight and you are in my way, Centaur. I'm afraid I'm going to have to send you back to the shop." Max swings his foot around like the hand on a clock, slamming squarely down on the horseman's back wheel.

 
 Spoiler: mechanics 
Light Unarmed Lethal Fierce Blow, Speed 3  (11d10)[ 70 ]  +1 epic success

1 die stunt maybe?  (1d10)[ 3 ] 

2 Str+2 Fierce Blow+ 2 Epic Str
 
Kish
Max smashes his foot into the Horseman's wheel, slicing into it. Two of the Horsemen turn to swing at the new arrivals. Another satyr slashes at a different Horseman, and the one who spoke begins playing on his panpipes.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Everyone make a Perception+Awareness roll.

H3 attack on S3:  (7d10)[ 10 ][ 7 ][ 2 ][ 10 ][ 8 ][ 3 ][ 3 ](43)  + Epic Dexterity
H4 attack on S1:  (7d10)[ 6 ][ 3 ][ 5 ][ 3 ][ 9 ][ 7 ][ 10 ](43)  + Epic Dexterity
S4 attack on H9:  (9d10)[ 2 ][ 1 ][ 7 ][ 6 ][ 2 ][ 2 ][ 1 ][ 2 ][ 2 ](25) 

&gt;&gt; Mateusz: Tick 31
&gt;&gt; T4: Tick 31
&gt;&gt; H5: Tick 31
S1: Tick 31
S4: Tick 31
Brand: Tick 32, grappling
H1: Tick 32, grappling
H2: Tick 32
H6: Tick 32
H7: Tick 32
H9: Tick 32
T9: Tick 32
T6: Tick 32
Liliana: Tick 33
Max: Tick 33
Mog: Tick 33
H10: Tick 33
Julian: Tick 34
S2: Tick 34
S3: Tick 34
H8: Tick 34
H3: Tick 35
H4: Tick 35

 Map  is updated. Mateusz is up.
 
Kaworu
Mateusz had sworn under his breath. He was a scientist, and his interest in the martial arts was secondary - also, he got into it mostly as a way of spiritual development. Was that an error? Should he spend more time on his training?

Was he useless?

He attacked the horseman again, still trying to disarm him, believing this would be for the best. The arrival of the satyrs, whom were their allies, only increased his incentive to take the gun away from "his" cyclist.
Kish
Mateusz knocks the pistol flying and the Horseman laughs and pulls out...yes that is a chainsaw. The three thralls attacking Brand try to slash him again. The Horsemen who are still holding pistols switch to chain saws and roll up to whoever is closest to them, bellowing guffaws.

 
 Spoiler: Julian, Mateusz, Brand 
The four satyrs who have arrived don't include the specific one you spoke to, though you think they were at the frat party.
 

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

T4 attack on Brand:  (5d10)[ 3 ][ 9 ][ 2 ][ 9 ][ 1 ](24) 
T6 attack on Brand:  (5d10)[ 4 ][ 5 ][ 7 ][ 4 ][ 6 ](26) 
T9 attack on Brand:  (5d10)[ 6 ][ 9 ][ 2 ][ 8 ][ 3 ](28) 
H1's grapple roll:  (6d10)[ 6 ][ 3 ][ 6 ][ 4 ][ 8 ][ 4 ](31)  + 1 Epic Dexterity

&gt;&gt; Brand: Tick 32, grappling
H1: Tick 32, grappling
&gt;&gt; Liliana: Tick 33
&gt;&gt; Max: Tick 33
Mog: Tick 33
Julian: Tick 34
S2: Tick 34
S3: Tick 34
T9: Tick 36
T6: Tick 36
H2: Tick 37
H6: Tick 37
H7: Tick 37
H9: Tick 37
H10: Tick 38
H8: Tick 39
H3: Tick 40
H4: Tick 40

 Map . Brand is up; immediately after the grapple resolves, Max and Liliana are up.
 
DeTess
 
 Spoiler: Liliana 

Liliana walked up to the barrel and opened it to check its contents. If it held something that they could use to turn the tide, that would be useful. If not, then at least she had denied the giant a trump card.
 
PoeticallyPsyco
 
 Originally Posted by Kish 
 The Horseman who spoke weathers Brand's blows like his skin is all metal, but winces at Brand's grip. "Gun safety is for wimps!" he spits. 
 

"Hmm?" Brand absently responded, scanning the battlefield as he assessed the changing threat levels. "Then why aren't you using it?" he asked, tucking what he really hoped was the legendary dagger into his belt and wrapping his now free left hand around the strange Titanspawn's throat, pinching the arteries to restrict the flow of blood to the brain.

What hero was it that had strangled a beast whose hide was too tough for him to hurt? Hercules? Herakles? Jason? ...Polycules? Probably not that last one.  Note to self, google that after this fight. 

A few switchblades and his victim's impotent flailing all bounced off of his armor, but he paid them no mind. He made another mental note of the Titanspawn's enraged swearing, though; some of those curses were new even to him.
Benoojian
Max circles the pandemonium to get to the horseman being grappled and punches with all his might, hoping to take one one them fully out of the fight and simplify this mess a bit.

 
 Spoiler: mechanics 
Heavy Unarmed Attack, Fierce Blow, Lethal  (9d10)[ 10 ][ 7 ][ 10 ][ 5 ][ 9 ][ 7 ][ 9 ][ 1 ][ 6 ](64) 

2 Str, 2 Epic Strength, +2 from Fierce Blow
 
Kish
Max's punch knocks the Horseman unconscious.

Mog glares at the Horseman to his southeast.

 
 Spoiler: Liliana 
The barrel appears to be full of cold, stagnant water. It smells, but not more than you would expect from stagnant water. You remember that frost giants can heal themselves by freezing water onto their bodies to replace any damaged or lost parts.
 

 
 Spoiler: Brand, Julian, Mateusz, Max 
You all begin to feel lethargic.
 

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

&gt;&gt; Julian: Tick 34
&gt;&gt; S2: Tick 34
&gt;&gt; S3: Tick 34
Mateusz: Tick 35
Mog: Tick 36
S1: Tick 36
T9: Tick 36
T6: Tick 36
Brand: Tick 37
Liliana: Tick 37
Max: Tick 37
H2: Tick 37
H6: Tick 37
H7: Tick 37
H9: Tick 37
H10: Tick 38
H8: Tick 39
H3: Tick 40
H4: Tick 40

 Map . Julian is up.
 
Justanotherhero
„Is the song doing this?“ Julian asks all and no one in particular. Meaning this feeling of unnatural tiredness.

Surrounded by adversaries, Julian finds himself teetering on the precipice of demise. Yet, amidst the chaos, a moment of stillness descends upon Julian. Closing his eyes, he draws upon a vivid memory that cuts through the tumult like a ray of sun piercing storm clouds.

Years ago, Julian had trained with Zahir, honing his combat skills amidst the shifting sands. During one such session, his sister had appeared, her arrival as sudden as a desert mirage. Her words had carried the sting of challenge: "You are as good as your teacher," she had declared, an insult veiled as praise among their kind. Julian had offered thanks, only to be rebuked for his ignorance of the insult’s depth. Then, her form had shimmered with a power that made the air around her vibrate, as if fine desert sands were caught in an unseen wind. She had become a blur in their sparring, untouchable.

Now, facing imminent danger, Julian closes his eyes and taps into that deep reservoir of power, his right arm beginning to vibrate unnaturally, echoing his sister's display from years past. The air around his limb seems to shimmer with the cool, ephemeral touch of desert sand carried by the wind.
Kish
The two satyrs at the door continue trying to slice the Horseman who remains near them. This time, despite his nimbleness, one of them manages to catch him what appears to be a glancing blow, with a level of sheer brute strength behind it that cuts deep into the Horseman.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

S2 attack on H3:  (9d10)[ 3 ][ 1 ][ 7 ][ 7 ][ 5 ][ 2 ][ 4 ][ 7 ][ 2 ](38) 
S3 attack on H3:  (9d10)[ 10 ][ 8 ][ 6 ][ 1 ][ 9 ][ 10 ][ 10 ][ 1 ][ 7 ](62) 

&gt;&gt; Mateusz: Tick 35
Mog: Tick 36
S1: Tick 36
T9: Tick 36
T6: Tick 36
Brand: Tick 37
Liliana: Tick 37
Max: Tick 37
H2: Tick 37
H6: Tick 37
H7: Tick 37
H9: Tick 37
H10: Tick 38
S2: Tick 39
S3: Tick 39
H8: Tick 39
H3: Tick 40
H4: Tick 40
Julian: Tick 40

 Map . Mateusz is up.
 
Kaworu
The jaw of Mateusz almost dropped when he saw the chainsaw in the hands of Horseman. And he thought he did well by dearming him the first time around... swearing under his breath, he attacked with all his power. Since his enemy brought heavy toys, he also should no longer worry about the collateral damages he could have caused.
Kish
The Horseman avoids Mateusz' fist, laughing coarsely at his shock. Mog brings his fist down on the Horseman in front of him, but fails to make contact as the nimble centaur ducks out of his way.

 
 Spoiler: Mog's attack 

 (7d10)[ 2 ][ 3 ][ 3 ][ 3 ][ 9 ][ 4 ][ 7 ](31) 
 


The satyr continues playing his panpipes. The three remaining thralls yawn synchonously, then slowly slump to the floor, their eyes closing. Mog bellows in outrage, which causes their eyes to flick open briefly before closing again. Switchblades fall from nerveless hands, one landing point-down in the floor.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

&gt;&gt; Brand: Tick 37
&gt;&gt; Liliana: Tick 37
&gt;&gt; Max: Tick 37
H2: Tick 37
H6: Tick 37
H7: Tick 37
H9: Tick 37
H10: Tick 38
Mateusz: Tick 39
S2: Tick 39
S3: Tick 39
H8: Tick 39
H3: Tick 40
H4: Tick 40
Julian: Tick 40
Mog: Tick 40
S1: Tick 41

 Map . Brand, Liliana, and Max are up.
 
DeTess
Liliana toppled the barrel for good measure, just in case the thrall snapped out of the little trance she'd put him in earlier than expected, then headed back upstairs, to see if her companions needed any assistance.
Benoojian
"How many sides are in this damn fight anyway?" Max seeps his ichor out of his pores to form a hard barrier under his clothing, using his own blood as armor just like his father before him.

 
 Spoiler: mechanics 
Split action Diceless Misc Speed 5 activate Body Armor Knack (increases Soak by 3) and Heavy Unarmed Lethal on Horseman 8  (7d10)[ 3 ][ 7 ][ 2 ][ 1 ][ 1 ][ 4 ][ 7 ](25)  +1 Epic Dex

2 Str + 2Epic Str
 
PoeticallyPsyco
Ugh, it had been a long time since Brand had felt this tired. Not since before his Visitation?  No, there was that one stakeout where the police took like a day and a half to get their **** together.  So 9 months or so. And to think, he was normally such a music lover.

Whatever the reason, he wasn't on top of his game, so he kept it simple.

Well, relatively simple.

Wrapping his arms around another of the mechanical centaurs, he wrenched the Titanspawn into a German Supplex, one of the tragically few WWE moves that could be performed even on an actively resisting opponent if you were strong enough.

Strength wasn't a problem for Brand, as he hoisted the Titanspawn off of the ground and prepared to tumble backwards, slamming both of them into the floor. It was the awkward proportions of the bike grafted to his opponent's torso; instead of cleanly bringing their combined weight down onto the Titanspawn's head, he hit the ground at the wrong angle, and the front wheel of the bike was able to absorb most of the impact.

Worse still, the robocentaur was supernaturally agile, and slippery to boot.  Do they sweat motor oil or something?  he thought, as the Titanspawn wriggled out of his grip.
Kish
Five of the Horsemen turn on their chainsaws and, with a dreadful mechanical roar, attempt to savage you.
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

H2 attacks Max with his chainsaw:  (5d10)[ 2 ][ 4 ][ 1 ][ 8 ][ 2 ](17)  + 1 Epic Dexterity
H6 attacks Julian with his chainsaw:  (5d10)[ 4 ][ 6 ][ 9 ][ 10 ][ 10 ](39)  + 1 Epic Dexterity
H7 attacks Mateusz with his chainsaw:  (5d10)[ 6 ][ 2 ][ 4 ][ 4 ][ 1 ](17)  + 1 Epic Dexterity
H9 attacks Mateusz with his chainsaw:  (5d10)[ 8 ][ 7 ][ 2 ][ 3 ][ 1 ](21)  + 1 Epic Dexterity
H10 attacks Brand with his chainsaw:  (5d10)[ 3 ][ 5 ][ 4 ][ 7 ][ 7 ](26)  + 1 Epic Dexterity

&gt;&gt; Mateusz: Tick 39
S2: Tick 39
S3: Tick 39
H8: Tick 39
H3: Tick 40
H4: Tick 40
Julian: Tick 40
Mog: Tick 40
S1: Tick 41
Brand: Tick 42
Liliana: Tick 42
Max: Tick 42
H2: Tick 42
H6: Tick 42
H7: Tick 42
H9: Tick 42
H10: Tick 43

 Map . Mateusz is up.
 
Kaworu
Mateusz felt pretty powerless, especially with this big chainsaw in front of him. There was, however, a thing he could do...

- Hey, allies! - he shouted - Do you see this Horseman? Yes, this! Let's attack all at once, you, from this side, you, from the opposite, and you, from the sideways! - he started explaining his plan to those that, he wished, would follow along with his ideas.
Kish
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
I just realized I missed S4's action on tick 35. He attacks H9. Then three satyrs and a Horseman act as Mateusz acts; the satyrs will attack H9 and H3.

S4 attack on H9:  (9d10)[ 10 ][ 3 ][ 2 ][ 8 ][ 2 ][ 10 ][ 9 ][ 6 ][ 10 ](60) 
S2 attack on H3:  (9d10)[ 8 ][ 3 ][ 1 ][ 8 ][ 1 ][ 9 ][ 7 ][ 7 ][ 6 ](50) 
S3 attack on H3:  (9d10)[ 6 ][ 2 ][ 5 ][ 3 ][ 2 ][ 3 ][ 7 ][ 4 ][ 5 ](37) 
S4 attack on H9:  (9d10)[ 1 ][ 2 ][ 7 ][ 9 ][ 2 ][ 9 ][ 1 ][ 10 ][ 10 ](51) 

Mateusz coordinates himself, Brand, Julian, Max, S4, and S1 to attack H7.

H8 attacks Julian with his chainsaw:  (5d10)[ 1 ][ 8 ][ 6 ][ 10 ][ 5 ](30)  + 1 Epic Dexterity

On tick 40, Julian and Mog are up, but also on tick 40, I propose skipping the right of the fight. I think the outcome of the fight is clear enough at this point, and considering the medium we could spend the rest of the year on combat rolls before the Horsemen are defeated.

If we do that, Mog will die. He'll defiantly fight to the death whether that death comes from one of you, a Horseman, or a satyr; even in the extremely unlikely event that you were willing to give him back the dagger and leave, he'd refuse any outcome that doesn't include punishing you for invading his "fortress." He's vicious and stupid even by giant standards, and if he had enough sense of self-preservation to recognize when a course of action is self-defeating, he would never have chosen to fortify a place where Gunnar knew how to find him.

The Horsemen, on the other hand, will try to disengage after they've suffered enough casualties. If we go with this, I'll make an Ambition roll for one of them. The number of successes (could be 0, could be more) is the number of Horsemen who successfully get away.

Let me know what you think.
 
Kish
As the Horsemen fall, three of them make for the door. One of them is rather brutally torn limb from wheel by two satyrs, but the other two make it outside and, in the open, rapidly speed up, their engine noises fading into the distance.

Mog falls to a blow from Max.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
At least one of you certainly knows that Mog's body will melt away in short order except for his heart, which contains nine doses of eitr which give anyone who drinks it temporary increased strength and durability, but also makes them stupider and more quick-tempered for the same amount of time. (Three bonus dice which can be divided between Strength and Stamina, -1 Intelligence, and -2 dice to rolls to control your temper, all for one scene.) It can be stored in an empty two-liter soda bottle; you find a bottle of 7up when you think to check the bag of groceries the thrall was bringing here.

You also observe that on dying, the Horsemen fall messily apart. Anyone who examines this extremely gruesome scene will wonder why eight men who died here are missing their legs, but will have no reason to assume magic exists or that they were anything but human. Their bike engines and jackets might be useful to one who rode a motorcycle, but you're not sure you have any use for them.
 
Justanotherhero
Even though his face is still.covered respect and admiration can be seen in Julians eyes towards Max and Brand. Julian learned he had limits rooted very much in mortal dimensions an uncomfortable truth but a necessary one. This fight was nothing less then failure from his side.

Pulling out his phone, Julian dials Zahir, his voice weary as he speaks. "organize bedding material and anti bacterial material here. Buy the largest freezer that fits into the car, but be cautious. We have been followed."

Julian turns his attention to the satyrs who had played their part in the fray. Approaching them, he keeps his tone firm.

"Thank you for your assistance," Julian starts, nodding slightly to acknowledge their contribution. "But I need to understand—what are your intentions now?
Kish
The satyr looks at Julian. A minute passes before he speaks, "Ixion's monsters don't belong in our city. Or that." He points at the melting giant. "Unless you know of more, we have no reason to be here now."
DeTess
Liliana returned to the main room, just as the fighting wound down. She noted the presence of the satyrs with some surprise, but it seemed they had a simple aligning of interests this time.

"Max, Brand, I  hate to ask more of you when you're already tired , but there'll probably be one last angry cultist through the door over there." She pointed through the door she just came through. "I could put him down, but my way would be a lot more final." She held up her gun demonstratively.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Italics is a lie for those that can detect that.
Sorry, Liliana isn't actually all that bothered by asking that
 
Kish
The satyr with the panpipes looks from Liliana to the two people she's addressing, then looks at the dead thralls, and then says, "Wait, no. I'll deal with the human. You don't need to kill him." He starts toward the door Liliana came through.
Kaworu
Mateusz was taking deep breaths. The fight was quite tiresome and he felt like he could not perform good enough. Thanks godness, the friends of his were better at fighting enemies.

- Hm... what do we do now? - he asked, looking at the mess they have done - We have the dagger, right? So... to our benefactor, then? - he wondered aloud.
PoeticallyPsyco
The fight was... over? Brand swallowed down what was probably a berserker laugh brewing in his chest; there was a time and place for that, and this was neither. Still, he allowed himself a small smile. The brawl had been challenging, and by extension satisfying, in a way that scrapping with mortals simply couldn't provide for him anymore.

He let the others take point on talking with their unexpected allies, the Satyrs, and relaxed against a nearby wall. He'd fronted negotiations the first time because an ambush had been a very real possibility, but this time perception was called for more than being built like a tank.


 
 Originally Posted by Liliana 
 "Max, Brand,  I hate to ask more of you when you're already tired , but there'll probably be one last angry cultist through the door over there." She pointed through the door she just came through. "I could put him down, but my way would be a lot more final." She held up her gun demonstratively. 
 

She clearly didn't mind asking more of them at all, and he suppressed another chuckle; what with the talk of needing to murder a mortal victim, that would hardly be appropriate  or  diplomatic. Not that it would ever have come to that, but the Satyrs didn't know that.
DeTess
 
 Originally Posted by Kaworu 
 - Hm... what do we do now? - he asked, looking at the mess they have done - We have the dagger, right? So... to our benefactor, then? - he wondered aloud. 
 

"We probably should get out if here, yes." Liliana had  stowed her pistol and silencer away, and cast a quick glance around to see if she could spot the bullet she had fired at Mog. She had already palmed the casing.

Liliana cast a glance towards Julian as he finished his phone call. "Are you able to provide long-time care for the brain-washing victims?" Though she addressed Julian the question was just as much aimed at the satyrs. "Otherwise everyone would be better off with us clearing out quickly and making an anonymous 911 call to let the authorities clean up the rest of this mess."
Kaworu
- Maybe... - Mateusz started - Maybe the mental health institutions will be able to help them? This is not that different to regular addiction, right? - he asked hopefully.
Kish
Picking up that Liliana is addressing him, one of the satyrs shakes his head. "The closest we can come is to make them sleep for a little while. When they wake up, well, they won't be able to obey Mog anymore, but all we can do is wait for it to wear off."

"If you involve the mortal authorities in this scene," another one puts in as the one with the panpipes comes back from the basement, "the absolute best they can hope for would be to be institutionalized for decades. Far more likely, they'll be arrested, asked questions about where the missing limbs on the dead men went which they can't answer in any way the cops find coherent, and then prosecuted for some kind of ghastly ritual mass murder with cannibalism."
Kaworu
- Oh... - Mateusz has said, hope leaving him - No, we would not like that.

- It's just... - he added after a moment - I would like to help them somehow. With Mog gone, it seems to be the right kind of thing to do. But... not being able to help them... it kinda... sucks... - he admitted bitterfully.
PoeticallyPsyco
 Centaurs?  Brand thought, looking at the scattered half-human and half-transport Titanspawn with fresh eyes.  Interesting.  But it wasn't a pressing development.

"And what will  ye  do now?" he asked the Satyrs. "Assuming these mechanical wretches," he set a stray license plate spinning in place with an idle kick, "were working for Forsen, now ye've directly opposed the giant. Or do ye think perhaps that they were independent actors?"

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Going to experiment with making Brand sound a little more Irish. We'll see whether that's worth the effort of googling Irish dialect and double-checking all of my wording.
 
Justanotherhero
 
 Originally Posted by Kaworu 
 - Maybe... - Mateusz started - Maybe the mental health institutions will be able to help them? This is not that different to regular addiction, right? - he asked hopefully. 
 

„I would love to believe that is true. But the truth is that if I did not know what happened here I would plead for locking these people up. A giant made me do it is not a great criminal defense I believe. „





 
 Originally Posted by Kaworu 
 - It's just... - he added after a moment - I would like to help them somehow. With Mog gone, it seems to be the right kind of thing to do. But... not being able to help them... it kinda... sucks... - he admitted bitterfully. 
 

„We will help them. We can not let them identify us to everyone and everything and we can not loose mortal trust every time some giant decides to endlave a new batch. Father believes this war will rage for a long time. We will get them through withdrawal. It will not be comfortable and hardly be safe.   It will be done. Afterwards they get to decide to join us for revenge  and or try to salvage their mortal life.“


 
 Originally Posted by DeTess 
 "
Liliana cast a glance towards Julian as he finished his phone call. "Are you able to provide long-time care for the brain-washing victims?" Though she addressed Julian the question was just as much aimed at the satyrs. "Otherwise everyone would be better off with us clearing out quickly and making an anonymous 911 call to let the authorities clean up the rest of this mess." 
 

„Am I able right now?
No.
I have an idea when it comes to placing. Now I need medical care that will run away screaming when the beyond natural is mentioned. Doable really. A oversight on my side that I did not build a facility earlier.
I do not know if it will work. But I will try.
I need to get them to the harbor.
I could use help when it comes to security, medical care and stealth of this whole operation.  It I believe the operation itself is necessary. So if nothing else money and lies will have to do the trick. „

Julian did not look optimistic but he was determined to atleast try.
Kish
"I don't think it's very likely that a group of random titanspawn showed up here," the satyr replies to Brand's question. "Though you might know better than me if something would have drawn them here. Forsen believes us to be titanspawn; he is unlikely to prioritize attacking us above other concerns." He looks briefly at the dagger when he mentions "other concerns." "If he moves against us, we'll respond then."
Benoojian
"Someone supplied your frat's name in connection with the dagger, someone may already be moving against you. I am curious why you didn't tell us you would also be moving against the Giant and his thralls? Were you hoping to beat us here or did you follow us to use as a distraction?"
Kaworu
- I think... - Mateusz said slowly - I think they are our friends. Or, at least, they aren't our enemies. I might be kinda naive, but if they would wish for our misfortune, they would act pretty differently. And honestly, we do not need more enemies. Right? - he asked, kinda uncertainly.
Kish
The satyr raises an eyebrow at Max's aggressive questions. A minute passes before he finally speaks, "I do not owe you answers, child." He turns and leaves the building.
DeTess
 
 Originally Posted by Justanotherhero 
 „Am I able right now?
No.
I have an idea when it comes to placing. Now I need medical care that will run away screaming when the beyond natural is mentioned. Doable really. A oversight on my side that I did not build a facility earlier.
I do not know if it will work. But I will try.
I need to get them to the harbor.
I could use help when it comes to security, medical care and stealth of this whole operation.  It I believe the operation itself is necessary. So if nothing else money and lies will have to do the trick. „

Julian did not look optimistic but he was determined to atleast try. 
 

"If no one else has a plan, this would be worth a shot." Liliana replied. "Do you have more details so we can get moving on this plan?"
Justanotherhero
 
 Originally Posted by DeTess 
 "If no one else has a plan, this would be worth a shot." Liliana replied. "Do you have more details so we can get moving on this plan?" 
 

„The bodies are going to go into the freezer that the car will arrive with. Before that it would be great if we could find trash bags?
I need to restrain our friends with something until then, thank you for reminding me I will text him he should get some more chain.
Once I get them on a ship into international waters I will start looking for people that can help. Sailors and ship cooks are not a problem those I will if need be just transfer. I might have to convince some poor early retired  nurse that I hire that a pharmaceutical trial in international waters went horribly wrong and withdrawal needs to be managed. But the advantage is that with the right paperwork and the fact that the truth is so much less believable then the lie it should work out. At least that is the idea so far. If anyone has any idea I am very open to it because honestly I am making this up as I go.“

Julian starts texting.
„Can we get the engines sort of clean enough that it does not look like blood?“

Julian looks over the engines of the horsemen.

„Because then I will honestly just pack those in big boxes and send a few  to a P.O Box of mine and a few to a drop site of HQ. Maybe my sister can put whatever it is to good use.
That should eliminate the worst of the traces here I think?
Does anyone have specific ideas for Mogs body? If not I think in the freezer we might find that much room for the heart. Or would it maybe make sense some of our talented warriors look into it?

I have no idea how to clean a crime scene but theoretically the massive traces here should also go. The question is do they have cleaning stuff here?“
Justanotherhero
 
 Originally Posted by Kish 
 The satyr raises an eyebrow at Max's aggressive questions. A minute passes before he finally speaks, "I do not owe you answers, child." He turns and leaves the building. 
 

The silence was somewhat awkward but understandable.
Julian thought about the fact that they did owe the Satyrs something definitely but that was something he should probably discuss with the group first. A rather large group now that he was trying to cover up crimes.

„You do not owe us answers but I owe you thanks.
Thank you for arriving when you where needed. And for saving the lives of these mortals. I can not speak for all but you obviously know how to find me. The next time your cause is just and you require aid maybe you want to do that again?“
Kish
The satyrs who haven't left trade glances at Julian's words. "Of course," one of them says. "Agapios might feel differently, but I don't see any reason for us to be enemies. It's not like you're Children of Apollo, after all, or even Dodekatheon."
Justanotherhero
„You protect those to ignorant or to weak to protect themselves. And that without expecting reward since I doubt they will ever know enough to repay you your kindness. Those are not actions I associate with my enemies.“

Julian looks around at all the traces he intends to make disappear.
„Should you decide so I would be glad to call you guest.“
DeTess
 
 Originally Posted by Justanotherhero 
 „The bodies are going to go into the freezer that the car will arrive with. Before that it would be great if we could find trash bags?
I need to restrain our friends with something until then, thank you for reminding me I will text him he should get some more chain.
Once I get them on a ship into international waters I will start looking for people that can help. Sailors and ship cooks are not a problem those I will if need be just transfer. I might have to convince some poor early retired  nurse that I hire that a pharmaceutical trial in international waters went horribly wrong and withdrawal needs to be managed. But the advantage is that with the right paperwork and the fact that the truth is so much less believable then the lie it should work out. At least that is the idea so far. If anyone has any idea I am very open to it because honestly I am making this up as I go.“  
 

"Just to confirm..." Liliana shook her head. "Your plan is to go to the port, hope you can commandeer a ship, take it into international waters and then hope for the best? Because with all due respect, their odds of recovery are a lot better if we call in the police than if we go with a half-baked plan like that. And at least no one else will be at risk of getting hurt."

"Does anyone have some actual contacts that could help?" She addressed the others. "Otherwise we need to get out of here."
Kaworu
- I... don't think so - said Mateusz. Actually, it did happen very rarely for him, but he had no idea what to do with these people. He did not really think that the whole plan with "international waters" was very good, but he could not offer anything in its place.
Kish
"My advice," the satyr Julian spoke to puts in, "is to leave and  not  call the police. Take out the Horsemen's* bodies if you are confident in your ability to dispose of them without attracting attention, but otherwise simply leave it like this. These people will distance themselves from this scene as best they can and will recover from the giant's eitr with time."

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

*This may be the first time you've heard the term Horsemen in-character; whether you've heard it before or not you definitely heard it now.

Is anyone planning to collect Mog's eitr? If it's left there, it will evaporate within a few hours.
 
Justanotherhero
 
 Originally Posted by DeTess 
 "Just to confirm..." Liliana shook her head. "Your plan is to go to the port, hope you can commandeer a ship, take it into international waters and then hope for the best? Because with all due respect, their odds of recovery are a lot better if we call in the police than if we go with a half-baked plan like that. And at least no one else will be at risk of getting hurt."

"Does anyone have some actual contacts that could help?" She addressed the others. "Otherwise we need to get out of here." 
 

Oh the ship is not the problem I have that.
I also have access to the crew required. I will have to recruit another medical professional if I do not take care of it myself. Although I do appreciate your enthusiasm.

If no one else picks it up Julian will gladly pick up Mogs remains. He is just giving our fighters the chance to take their due.
Justanotherhero
 
 Originally Posted by Kish 
 "My advice," the satyr Julian spoke to puts in, "is to leave and  not  call the police. Take out the Horsemen's* bodies if you are confident in your ability to dispose of them without attracting attention, but otherwise simply leave it like this. These people will distance themselves from this scene as best they can and will recover from the giant's eitr with time."

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

*This may be the first time you've heard the term Horsemen in-character; whether you've heard it before or not you definitely heard it now.

Is anyone planning to collect Mog's eitr? If it's left there, it will evaporate within a few hours.
 
 
 

„If you are confident they can make the recover I might be inclined to call that a good solution. In part because like I said I failed to prepare additional personnel and facilities. But I will take all bodies with us and check for forms of identification and pictures of all of them. I do not want these people to be scared and homeless because I lacked in preparation. „
Kish
The satyrs leave. Julian arranges for the corpses of the Horsemen, humanoid torsos and motorcycles alike, to be removed; the police, perhaps fortunately at the moment, seem to be studiously ignoring this entire neighborhood. You are left at a significantly less horrendous-looking crime scene, with several sleeping humans lying around the building.
Benoojian
Max, recognizing the power of strong blood, empties the soda and squeezes the giant's heartblood into the empty container.
Kaworu
- Erm... - Mateusz looked kind of disgusted as the action of Max - Are you sure about that? - he was very dubious.
Justanotherhero
 
 Originally Posted by Kish 
 The satyrs leave. Julian arranges for the corpses of the Horsemen, humanoid torsos and motorcycles alike, to be removed; the police, perhaps fortunately at the moment, seem to be studiously ignoring this entire neighborhood. You are left at a significantly less horrendous-looking crime scene, with several sleeping humans lying around the building. 
 

The human body I would also transport with the Horsemen bodies if the freezer is big enough.
Julian would after that check the sleeping people is anyone in a medical condition that defines requires attention before they wake up in the sense of dying or about to suffer permanent damage?
Benoojian
 
 Originally Posted by Kaworu 
 - Erm... - Mateusz looked kind of disgusted as the action of Max - Are you sure about that? - he was very dubious. 
 

"My father said that powerful Titanspawn leave trophies when they die, things like the impervious pelt of the Nemean Lion. The Giant's strength was in his blood, so maybe we can use it...or bargain with it."
DeTess
"It's about time we cleared out then." Liliana was already headed for the door. "Brand, I trust you can keep that blade safe? I'll reach out to our employer to let her know we have it."
Justanotherhero
Julians did not say anything but his raised eyebrow probably betrayed more emotion then he wanted to.

Thinking:

The employer. Given the nature of the artifact was it save to assume she shared a pantheon with the artifact?
Or hopefully any pantheon at all.
If not… will this become a thing?
Given the history of the artifact foreign ownership could be seen as problematic by those taking a more conservative approach.
Sadly as usual father was not around to make executive decisions.

Wait.
If the Satyrs can notice my Pantheon then theoretically shouldn’t they be able to notice the employers pantheon?
Maybe a call is in order.
PoeticallyPsyco
 
 Originally Posted by DeTess 
 "It's about time we cleared out then." Liliana was already headed for the door. "Brand, I trust you can keep that blade safe? I'll reach out to our employer to let her know we have it." 
 

"I've a trick that will help with that in me," Brand began in his Irish lilt, "but perhaps it should be held by someone more keen-eyed than me. Wouldn't want it to be pick-pocketed between here and delivery."

Having said that, he immediately placed a Vigil Brand on the blade of the dagger, just above where it met the hilt. With luck, the silvery hue of his mark would blend in against the white of the blade, or at least be mistaken for the maker's mark of the smith that forged the dagger.
Kish
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
If we get to anything that would involve combat or any significant dice-rolling, I'll pause until current activities in the OOC thread are resolved, but for now, no reason not to continue.
 


You leave the tenement Mog turned into a crumbling fortress, at least two of you already making plans.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Do you all go home separately or do some of you go somewhere together? Does Brand still have the dagger or does someone else take it? Does anyone go somewhere other than their home? And if Liliana calls Elena, please give me an idea of what she plans to say (Elena will pick up, but all she'll say before you speak is "Hello").
 
DeTess
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Liliana would not offer to take the dagger, or accept it if offered.
 


Liliana left the tenement and headed back to the hotel. There she gathered her luggage, checked out, and started driving back to the city they had initially met her client. After about an hour she stopped at a gas station, and called their employer.

"Miss Elena, we've secured your package." She got straight to business. "How do you want to handle the handover?"
Justanotherhero
„For the purpose of security how about some of us stay together until we can properly secure the object or hand it over? I have to do some object  management but I think we should share a ride so we can help each other out?
I will be heading out and and dropping off the objects.“

With that Julian gestured towards the bodies and engines he had if possible already placed in sturdy trash bags. And after Zahir arrived they started loading up objects to ensure the evidence was gone.
After that they would head home and drop of the evidence and the new freezer.
The client worried Julian. The amount of knowledge she had. The actions of the Satyrs are maybe explainable but he did not fully understand it.
And he definitely wished to create an extensive report for father’s library but right now that was not possible until he had an actual moment to spare.
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Liliana 
"Hello?" Elena's voice says when she picks up.

"Miss Elena, we've secured your package. How do you want to handle the handover?"

"Oh good! Can you bring it to building where we met, let's see, at 8 tonight? I have Mr. Śląski's computer; if any of the rest of you have ideas for what you want in exchange yet I might be able to get them before then."
 
PoeticallyPsyco
 
 Originally Posted by Justanotherhero 
 „For the purpose of security how about some of us stay together until we can properly secure the object or hand it over? I have to do some object  management but I think we should share a ride so we can help each other out?
I will be heading out and and dropping off the objects.“ 
 

"That sounds more than reasonable to me," Brand replied. His ichor-armor had already dissipated, and he dismissed his physical armor as well. With mechanical precision and a sound almost like clockwork, the interlocking pieces slid over each other, disappearing into the tactical bracelet from which it came. He made a mental note to cancel his payments on the storage locker in Dublin; from prior experience, he knew the armor had probably relocated to somewhere much closer to him, such as the closet of the place he was staying.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
No idea whether that's how that Relic power should work; I just thought it was funny for it to return to a different spot.
 


He wondered about their client. Her intelligence that was both surprisingly accurate and surprisingly inaccurate. Her vague motives. Maybe he should ask her for something after all? But he didn't particularly need anything at the moment.  ...Ah, perhaps I should ask her to find treatment for the former thralls.  She clearly had connections they didn't, and even if she was unable or unwilling, her response could reveal more information about her.
Justanotherhero
During the car ride which had a sort of awkward nature to it since well what just happened had happened.

Julian turned to Brand: „It is genuinely astounding what you are capable of. I have to admit I would not even know how to train to that level. Thank you for well basically saving a lot of lives mine included.

I know this might sound greedy but when this is half way over I would steal a bit of your time if I may? There is a rite and process I wish to perform but it must be performed by at least 3 people and Zahir and I well we only make up two thirds of that.“
PoeticallyPsyco
Brandon cocked his head consideringly. Etiquette lessons in the orphanages had been sparse, but had uniformly insisted that one should be humble and decline compliments. But his mother and... mentor, for lack of a better word, Ogma, had taught him differently, explaining that false modesty was as bad as arrogance, because pretending to be something other than you were was a lie no matter what you were pretending to be. This second lesson resonated much better with Brand, so in response to his companion's praise, he simply nodded and said:

"Thank you."

As for the rite... "What manner of ritual are you considering? I can't promise I'll be able to help, of course, but now you've got me curious."
Justanotherhero
"My father, Osiris, taught me that my powers act as an amplifier, hastening the path to either the perfect city in the afterlife or the desert of the damned. For important matters, especially those involving the use of divine powers, he advised calling on the wisdom of others and judging wisely. He likened it to traveling—how a slow-walking old man has much less need for a guide than a young runner, and a runner has less need for guidance from the stars than the captain of a trireme sailing ship. So, I too should consult both the stars and others in my endeavors."

Julian detailed his vision for the ritual. "The truth is I killed one of them. And I am not entirely sure he deserved it.

I want be sure when sending these peoples off to the eternal desert. I think it would be best if one person speaks for the dead and another accuses the dead of crimes against the Egyptian gods. As Osiris's son, I would judge the trial. Well unless we are lucky enough to find another volunteer. That way I hope to be sure that when handing these souls to the gates I can say as fair as possible judgement has been done. And those who are found guilty of crimes against the psedjet can be properly judged.
I know this might seem odd and well overly formal to some but the truth is  guiding the dead has been the main activity of my father since well a very very long time.“
DeTess
"That's a bit tight, timing wise." Liliana replied. "I'll get back to you within the hour to confirm we can make this evening." She ended the call, then quickly called Brand instead.

"Brand, do you think you can safely make it back to the hotel we met client this evening by eight to do the handover?" She got straight to business. "If not I'll ask the client to delay, but I'd prefer to have this out of our hands as soon as possible."
Kaworu
Mateusz was strangely quiet. He both felt glad that all the fight was over, but also could not shake the feeling that he could not perform well enough. He was jus tsitting quietly and letting all the talking pass over him. He still did not make the final decision as to if he wanted to train his body more, or maybe just focus on his scientific endeavours. He supposed he would need some time and self-reflecting to finally make that decision.
PoeticallyPsyco
 
 Originally Posted by Justanotherhero 
 "I want be sure when sending these peoples off to the eternal desert. I think it would be best if one person speaks for the dead and another accuses the dead of crimes against the Egyptian gods. As Osiris's son, I would judge the trial. Well unless we are lucky enough to find another volunteer. That way I hope to be sure that when handing these souls to the gates I can say as fair as possible judgement has been done. And those who are found guilty of crimes against the psedjet can be properly judged.
I know this might seem odd and well overly formal to some but the truth is  guiding the dead has been the main activity of my father since well a very very long time.“ 
 

"That sounds like a very orderly way of handling things. My family's death goddess is... not so nice and neat. She embodies Chaos as much as Death, alternately kind and cruel, helping and hindering, nurturing and slaying. A more realistic depiction of death, perhaps, but not a very reassuring one." And there was no way Brand was going to say her name. The Morrigan was not a goddess to be trifled with.

He didn't think his family would have any objections to aiding another pantheon's ritual. In fact, he was probably obligated by Enech to do so, since the rite's purpose was to defend the weak from injustice. Which also made his desired role in the proceedings clear. "I would be honored to speak on behalf of the victim. By the way, who were you planning -"

He was interrupted by his phone (still on silent from the infiltration) vibrating softly in his pocket. Checking caller ID, he saw that it was Liliana's number, and picked up.


 
 Originally Posted by DeTess 
 "Brand, do you think you can safely make it back to the hotel we met client this evening by eight to do the handover?" She got straight to business. "If not I'll ask the client to delay, but I'd prefer to have this out of our hands as soon as possible." 
 

"Sorry, let me put you on speaker-phone; Julian's in the car with me."

He repeated her question for Julian's benefit.

"I could probably get myself there. To be honest, I do be a bit concerned at the rush. That could be sincere as our client tries to get the dagger to her friend, the afflicted one, but she could also be hustling us into an ambush." He paused... "But I could also just be paranoid. Even if it is an ambush, there's not much we can do besides keep our eyes and ears open."

"Have you contacted the others? I'd certainly prefer if we were all present for the handoff."
DeTess
"I reached out to you first, but if you're up for it I'll call the others too." Liliana replied to Brand. "I did consider the possibility of trouble as well, but if we do ask for more time it will give them a larger window to rig up trouble as well. In this case, speed is a double-edged sword."
Justanotherhero
"I need to drop off the bodies but yes I think it should be possible.
I would like to know more about or mysterious generous friend: Would it be ok for you if I attempt to trace her Fate cords while we are meeting?
If it works it should at least tell me if we are dealing with someone who comes from this realm or carries a fate far stronger. "
DeTess
"Would she be able to tell?" Liliana asked. "Such handoffs can be tense, so I don't want to add to that."
Justanotherhero
 
 Originally Posted by DeTess 
 "Would she be able to tell?" Liliana asked. "Such handoffs can be tense, so I don't want to add to that." 
 

"If she is as competent or more competent then I am in otherworldly matters absolutely she will detect it. I yes I assume she is vastly more competent in these matters then I am."
DeTess
"Then I'd very much prefer it if you didn't." Liliana replied. "If I was in her shoes I would not take kindly to such a thing."
Justanotherhero
 
 Originally Posted by DeTess 
 "Then I'd very much prefer it if you didn't." Liliana replied. "If I was in her shoes I would not take kindly to such a thing." 
 

"Understandable. Then we shall make due with what information we have."
DeTess
"Alright, if there is nothing else I'll let the client know and call everyone else to let them know the handover is this evening."
Justanotherhero
"I certainly have more thoughts on the matter, but for now, let's focus on handling this as professionally as possible. Given that the package does not originate from the First or Second Dynasty, I am able to relinquish it to her. I hope that your ancestors hold a similar view on such matters."
DeTess
Julian's question was met by a short chuckle. "No problems on my end. I'll let everyone else know." Liliana ended the call, then quickly send messages and calls to her other companions to let them know about the planned meeting. Once that as taken care of she called their client to let her know they'd be meeting that evening as requested.
Kish
The building where you first met Elena is still a pain to approach, but you're prepared for that now. The same security guard sits behind the desk as you pass through the lobby.

On the ninth floor, Elena is in the same room where you met before; what appear to be a computer tablet, a silver armband, and a white bowl sit on the table in front of her.

 
 Spoiler 
Let me know if there's anything noteworthy about your approach.
 
Kaworu
Mateusz was dressed plainly - a pair of jeans, t-shirt and a polar blouse over that. He wanted to look presentable, but also not stand from the crowd. He preferred for his friends to do the talking, so he was trying to stay away from the main parts of the meeting. He could not vanish from plain sight, but he wanted to let everyone know that he feels pretty unimportant.

After all, it was not him who conquered the giant, neither the sword was in his possession. So, in a way, he was a shadow in here.
Justanotherhero
Helping as best he can to guard the sword, Julian approaches the building with a mixture of fatigue and anxiety evident in his demeanor. Despite his weariness, he is dressed in a fresh set of black jeans and a grey shirt. He gave his burglar outfit to the flames. Except the gloves they are hidden but they could be important.

This time he took a minute to study this place they will be visiting. If everything went wrong he would need to understand this unusual lay out.

Zahir parked not far away.
DeTess
Liliana had changed to a suit, the clothes she'd been wearing during the Mog incident unceremoniously tossed into a landfill. She appeared calm and collected, betraying no hint of nervousness.
PoeticallyPsyco
In contrast to his teammates' blood and motor oil stains, Brand's clothes were actually still in pretty good condition after the fight. A little rumpled from his armor, a few flecks of dried paint from swinging around the exterior of the building, but that was it. He considered leaving them on, as a display of what they had gone through for the sake of the dagger, but ultimately decided that looking like he'd tripped in an old house wasn't going to impress anyone.

All said, he looked much the same as he had on his first visit to this building, sans the cheap sunglasses. Carnwennan was strapped to the inside of his right wrist, underneath his sleeve. Getting it out with any kind of speed would be a pain (and would probably ruin his shirt), but it was less conspicuous than just tucking it into his belt.
Kish
Elena looks to each of you in turn when you go in. "I am glad to see you again," she says. "You have the dagger?" She sounds very eager.
DeTess
"We do." Liliana replied, without revealing who had it. "I passed on the requests of several of my compatriots. Have you managed to acquire these items already?"
Kaworu
Mateusz just nodded his head in a silent agreement. He prayed to Gods so it won't turn nasty - he had a little bit of an irrational fear of being betrayed, but he tried to get lose of that feeling.
Kish
She looks disappointed to not see the dagger, but she says, "I have." She picks up the bracelet. "One of them was short notice but it wasn't hard to find. This belonged to a late jotun. I can't promise her family won't come looking for it, but I'm sure you're prepared for that sort of thing."
Justanotherhero
Julian was impressed and somewhat scared. The logic of organizing things from now dead Jotuns was somewhat frightening.

"I assume it ok for you if I take a look to check for eternal properties?"
Kish
"Go ahead." She gestures toward the items in front of her and adds, "I want to see the dagger before any of you touch more than one of them though."

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
If you spend a Willpower point to use the Unlidded Eye, you can confirm, without needing to touch any of them, that the items are indeed what she claims: the tablet will channel the Stars purview, the bracelet the Illusion purview, and the bowl the Moon purview. Also questions:

1) What is Julian's Legend rating now?
2) Will you use it to look at anything but the three items? Elena? Your companions? The dagger?
 
Justanotherhero
 
 Spoiler: Julian OOC 
Julians Legend is currently 3.
I was asked not to look at Elena so I will stick to that for now.
I also will not look at the Team. Can I guess which Pantheons made which item with occult?
 



As Julian scrutinizes the dagger, a thought solidifies in his mind, shaping his resolve. He reflects internally,
" Looking at the dagger, I honestly believe this is fair game. In fact, I should have taken this step much earlier. "

With a sense of clarity and purpose, Julian addresses the group. "The items appear to be genuine. These are indeed precious finds; you are impressively skilled in your affairs. I believe we can let her verify our package?"

After posing the question, Julian pauses to gauge the reactions of those present, seeking any signs of objection. Seeing none, he turns towards Brand, seeking a silent affirmation before proceeding. Receiving a nod or a gesture of consent from Brand, Julian then focuses his attention on the dagger. He meticulously begins to study its magical structure.
Benoojian
Max is staying in the back of this meeting, watching Elena's reaction to seeing the dagger.
PoeticallyPsyco
Brand cocked his head slightly, considering, and began pulling up his right sleeve to expose the long dagger. While he did so, he spoke.

"I hope you'll pardon the lateness, but it turns out I have in me a request for you after all." He undid the first strap and kept his polite attention on their client, watching her eyes and face. "We encountered a number of titanspawn victims in retrieving the dagger. Specifically, mortals held in thrall by a giant. Do you know anything about that condition, or a way to help them at all?"

He removed the legendary blade from his wrist, and placed it on the table in front of him.
Kish
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
And PoeticallyPsyco posted as I was posting!
 


Elena leans toward Brand, looking excited, but doesn't actually reach for the dagger. "Can I help them? That depends on what you mean. I can't cure them; I am not a god, nor does one do my bidding. Give me a minute to think." She falls silent briefly.

"I could get them immediate medical attention without questions asked. I would think you could handle that easily without needing to trade with me for it though. They are unlikely to injure themselves or anyone else if the giant is dead. Is there other less magical assistance you wish for them?"

 
 Spoiler: Julian 
The dagger is definitely a powerful relic. In addition to doing increased damage, you think it could be used to channel the Frost and Justice Purviews. It does not appear to have any fateful connections other than the basic Fatebinding it has to you as you just used magic on it.
 
Justanotherhero
Julian turns his attention to her, recognizing a moment that could yield valuable insights. With genuine curiosity, he initiates the conversation:

"An impressive piece," Julian begins, his tone conveying both respect and intrigue. "If I had to venture a guess, I'd say you are better informed than I am. Has anyone established a prison in this reality for those afflicted by Jotunblut? And perhaps for some of the leaders of other parties as well?"
Kish
She shakes her head. "I don't know anything about that, I'm afraid."
PoeticallyPsyco
Disappointing, but not unexpected. "Ah, well," he said. "'Twas a long shot anyways. Your debt to me is paid."

Brand moved as if to slide the dagger down the table towards her, but then paused, and looked around at his companions.

"Unless anyone has an objection in them, or something more they want to ask afore the transfer?"
DeTess
Liliana made no move to stop Brand. "I'll mark it down as a favor owed. If something comes up in the future that I believe you'll be able to help with I'll be in touch."
Justanotherhero
"From my side currently no."
Kish
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
I'm guessing Brand gives her the dagger next. If not, this can still be edited later and this scene can continue.
 


She takes the dagger and examines it minutely. "At last. Yes." She pushes the bowl toward Julian, the tablet toward Mateusz, and the bracelet toward Max, and looks at Liliana.

"Whether I hear from you soon or not, I'll certainly be in touch."

 
 Spoiler 
And I am guessing that you walk out, with your new relics if applicable, and the scene ends there. Let me know what, in general, you plan to do next; nothing will happen unprompted for the next few days.
 
Justanotherhero
"I was thinking we should have a conversation in any case, and it seems this location is as suitable as any," Julian remarks, his tone measured yet open. He glances around, his instincts still uncertain about the nature of the place. Seizing the opportunity, he subtly probes the area to discern whether there's anything beyond the mundane lingering in the shadows.

"As it stands, the riders are familiar with some of our faces, and definitely our voices. We didn't manage to eliminate them all, and their pursuit remains a concern. In light of this, I plan to travel for a while, ensuring I'm not in the company of those unable to defend themselves. Furthermore, I aim to address the issues of providing medical care and securing imprisonment without raising questions."

Julian's gaze sweeps over those gathered, inviting them to weigh their options. "If anyone sees benefit in joining me, I'll be embarking on a brief sailing journey soon. You're all welcome to come along."

He pauses, a slight smile playing on his lips as he reflects on the gathering. "It has certainly been intriguing to meet all of you. The old texts paint our predecessors quite differently," he muses, acknowledging the exceptional abilities among the group, reminiscent of the legendary feats of Hercules.
DeTess
"I'll decline the sailing journey for now. There's some cleanup work to be taken care of still, beyond what you said you'd handle." Liliana started to head for the exit, then stopped and turned back to her employer, tossing her a USB drive. "This contains a copy of the information we gathered on the dagger's previous owner, one Gunnar Forsen. He's likely to want it back. Consider it a bonus for not trying anything funny during the handover."

Liliana then left the room, getting out her phone the moment she entered the hallway. She would lay low at a safehouse for a while, while her people kept an eye on the aftermath of the whole incident, including Gunnar and the fraternity of the satyrs. If all of them turned to other matters that would be just fine with her, but if anyone decided to make moves on her or those that had worked with her, she'd need to take some countermeasures.
Justanotherhero
With that Julian would maintain his invitation but call on Zahir to bring the car around.

"Concerning Forsen if anyone notices anything feel free to contact me. The last thing we want is to be picked off individually."

 He also needed to get some reporting done and secure the new relic.
PoeticallyPsyco
Learning to sail sounded fun, but frankly, Brand wasn't sure if he deserved a vacation. On the other hand... the point about a titanspawn counterattack was compelling. Perhaps better to think of it as baiting a trap well away from civilization? Of course, on the hypothetical third hand, if the titanspawn were much like Mog, they would probably just be hurting mortals to kill time while awaiting our return.

A surprisingly difficult quandary.

"I can't guarantee that nothing will come up," he finally said, "but drawing fire away from the mortals is definitely an interest I have in me. I'll tentatively commit to your cruise idea."

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
If nothing explicit comes up, I'll roll for the odds that Brand finds an actual task he thinks needs tending (or an excuse to avoid going on a vacation he doesn't feel like he's earned). I'm thinking 60/40 on there being no obstacles.
 
Kaworu
Mateusz just nodded his head gratefully when he received the tablet.

- Oh my godness... - he began, when hearing the talk among his friends - I have no idea what I wanna do now, I suppose? I would be fine to check what this relic - he poined at tablet in his hand - can do and how I can use it. Beyond that... being honest, I have no idea what I want to do right now. The last few day were hectic and I had no time to think about my free time use.
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Brand 

Close to sunset, when you're alone on deck on Julian's ship, a swan lands on the deck in front of you and turns into a form you have seen once before: that of your mother, Brigid.

"Hello, Brandon," she says. "You're certainly doing better than when I last saw you."

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
She seems favorably impressed with what she sees in Brand now. He can tell her about the rest of his Band--she seems to know that he has one but no real details--but sooner or later, she'll ask for his account of what he's been through lately.
 

 

 
 Spoiler: Julian 

That night, when you enter your cabin on your ship, you find a letter on your bedstand. Opening it, you find ornate writing:

 My dear half-brother,
I request your account of the recent events you have been through.

Horus. 

Once you finish reading it, a blank papyrus scroll extends from the bottom of the letter
 

 
 Spoiler: Liliana, Max 

Loki and Tezcatlipoca, and your other divine relatives, do not contact you at this time.
 

 
 Spoiler: Mateusz 

When you power on the tablet, its screensaver shows the rune Sowilo. The desktop shows a nameless app whose icon depicts the constellation Orion. Opening that app shows a screen apparently in deep space, surrounded by stars.

That night, when you enter your bedroom, whether it is in a cabin on Julian's ship or not, you find a letter on your bedstand. Opening it, you find ornate writing:

 My dear son,
I request your account of the recent events you have been through.

Horus. 

Once you finish reading it, a blank papyrus scroll extends from the bottom of the letter.
 
Kaworu
Mateusz looked at the papyrus in his hand. He sighed. It was not that he did not like his godly father,  but writing it all… by hand, actually… it was kinda tremendous effort. He did not remember when was the last time he had written something with no use of a computer, and especially so long.

He sat down, grabbed a pen and started writing.


  Dearest Father.

It is always nice hearing from you. Me and my new friends are fine. I hope you are okay too.

About the events, hm… I do not know where to start actually.

A certain lady wanted to have a sword – apparently the mythological sword of King Arthur himself – and gave us some lead we could follow in order to gain the hold of the weapon.

First, we researched some Satyrs during a student’s party, but they hadn’t had the sword, neither they had any ill intentions towards us. Later, we found out that the sword was in the possession of an Ice Giant. We went towards him and killed him (I’m really ashamed, but I had no influence whatsoever on defeating him). We still aren’t sure about what to do with his blood-slaves, but now, without his bodily fluid, they should gradually feel better… or at least we hope so.

During the fight with the Giant and his slaves, two other group appeared – a motorbike Centaurs and the aforementioned Satyrs. Centaurs (Motor-taurs???) were hostile towards us, when Satyrs were not. I’m afraid one of my group offended the Satyrs greatly, but it happened later and had no influence on the outcome of the skirmish.

Later, we have given the sword to out benefactor, who in exchange showered us with lavish gifts – I personally got a tablet which will allow me to channel the Stars purview. It will go nicely with your Sun pendant, I have to say.

I dunno what else it there to say. The things were kinda hectic as they happened and personally I am happy that this whole crazy mission is over. I also hope that my explanations are up to your liking – sorry if I omitted something that you wanted to hear about in more details, I hope you realize this was not my intention.  

Mateusz stopped, looking at the letter. Was it covering all the things in an appropriate depth? Possibly not, but he did not lie and described everything as it was, even if quite briefly. Maybe if his father would wanna more details, he could send another letter?

He took the pen again in his hands and written the last part of the note he was working on.


  This is all I will write for now. I hope my response will find you in good health and that the news I am bringing you will be of use for you.

Best wishes
Mateusz  
Justanotherhero
Julian reflects on the teachings of his father Osiris, who emphasized the importance of maintaining the hierarchy of the Dynasties and ensuring that no one questioned Osiris's absence from the throne. Mindful of these duties, Julian carefully crafts multiple drafts, refining his thoughts and words to accurately convey the complex dynamics of his recent engagements.

Finally satisfied with his careful articulation, Julian begins to inscribe the final version onto the papyrus scroll:

Dear Elder,

My knowledge of my allies remains limited, and even less so concerning the 'buyer' we encountered. However, I will provide what insights I have gleaned. I am impressed by the strength and dedication of the families that aid us. Even if openness and direct communication is not a strong side of all of them.
Max,Brand,Liliana and Mateusz have served the cause of the Families well and have faced our enemies.

The satyrs of the mentioned fraternity involved in the events have shown themselves to be potentially useful, if unpredictable. For the time being, they might best be classified as neutral to friendly, pending further observation and interactions that may redefine our understanding of their alignment. I hope to further investigate and potentially solidify a alliance.

The situation with the Motor Horsemen is more problematic. Not all were eliminated, and their survival poses an ongoing risk. I am currently considering strategies to investigate them, which could provide valuable intelligence on their motives and backers.

As for the giant, Mog, he has been dealt with permanently. However, the survival of Forrsen, coupled with his evident financial resources and likely supernatural capabilities, suggests he remains a significant long-term threat. His ambitions and resources make him a figure requiring close surveillance and, potentially, direct action.

I am also embarking on a project to establish a containment facility for mortal supporters of the Titans, although progress has been challenging and not yet fruitful. I shall continue in this endeavor in the hopes of providing additional security.

With admiration

Julian

After finishing his detailed account, Julian seals the scroll with care, ensuring that his words are well-protected for their journey. He then arranges for its secure delivery to his half-brother Horus, trusting that the information provided will assist in broader strategic decisions and reaffirm his own commitment to their divine duties.
PoeticallyPsyco
Eleven months. It had been eleven months since Brigid, hero, goddess, saint, had appeared in his life and turned it completely upside down. A lifetime of abandonment, only to show up, tell him he was a horrible person, threaten him... and turn him away from the horrible path he'd been stubbornly walking. She was a good person, who'd hurt him badly, who'd saved him from becoming a monster.

'Mixed feelings'. The phrase was accurate, but inadequate. His feelings were a cauldron on the verge of boiling over, and he could only guess at the ingredients the mad chef had tossed in there. Too much garlic, he suspected. And too much acid.

So he did what he was good at. Acted. And he had a lifetime's experience of looking like he was confident and assured instead of hurting and uncomfortable.

He plastered a sweet smile onto his face. "Hello, Honored Mother."

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Brand tells Brigid everything he knows and guesses about his Band and their adventures. Liliana's penchant for little lies, Mateusz's nervous cheer, Max's ruthless confidence, Julian's quiet competence. Their social and physical interactions with the satyrs, Horsemen, and the giant and his thralls. Forsen still lurking behind the scenes. And of course their mysterious employer, who was certainly more than she seemed, and certainly not telling them everything.
 
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Mateusz, Julian 
Once you seal up the scroll, it disappears with a slight pop and a puff of grey smoke.
 

 
 Spoiler: Brand 
You're nearly certain Brigid understands that your smile is not perfectly sincere, but she doesn't verbally address your ambivalence. "Your Legend has grown significantly in the past year, as I thought it would. Will you tell me your recent stories?"

She stops you in a few places. "Brehon's Eye did not detect Virtues at all? I have no explanation for that happening with any Scion."

"The satyr you spoke to said he, and the others, still honored Pan and regarded the other gods and titanspawn in a similar light? Hm..."

"The giant, at least, seems to be quite like the fomorians of our land. The beings the satyrs called Horsemen...while this is secondhand information and I am currently reevaluating the source, my understanding is that there was once a Scion of the Dodekatheon's war god who betrayed the Dodekatheon to ally with the Titans, who gave him power to pursue his passion, which was making monsters. Imprisoned in the Greek Underworld with Terra, he escaped when she did and has resumed his previous pursuit, turning humans into new Titanspawn. Innocent humans...well, in at least some cases, not so innocent. The ones he calls the Horsemen were vicious psychopaths even before they were merged with their motorcycles and infused with supernatural malice."

"Forsen, the satyrs, this Elena Kessler...I'll need to make some inquiries. We'll meet again soon. Is there some manner of token you could give me to show your companions Liliana and Max that they can trust and listen to me?"
 

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
And what happens next on my end will depend largely on when the ship makes landfall. What exactly is Julian planning?
 
Justanotherhero
Julian planned to confuse any magical tracking that might be used against them and ensure no innocents were caught in the crossfire, so he decided to take control of the sailing himself. With plenty of days left for rest, sightseeing, and some slightly inefficient fishing, the journey from Savannah, Georgia, to Miami is meant to be as relaxed as possible, taking about a week.

If nothing happens during that time, Julian hopes the people tracking them will be sufficiently frustrated by their constantly moving target. Knowing the route well, Julian encourages his companions to enjoy the trip with activities like swimming, fishing, and diving along the way.

Once they arrive in Miami, Julian intends to hire a sailor to take the ship back to Savannah, completing their journey while he moves forward with the next part of his plan.

During the week-long journey, while Julian takes control of the sailing, he also makes use of his downtime by conducting discreet research via phone and email. He looks for desolate, remote areas of land that might be suitable for building a prison for mortal Titan supporters, scanning property listings and maps of isolated coastal regions and islands.

At the same time, Julian uses email and quiet inquiries to search for down-on-their-luck medical professionals—those possibly no longer allowed to practice or new to the job and in need of cash. His aim is to quietly gather a team of professionals willing to work off the grid, offering medical care and supporting the containment of potential Titan supporters.

This search for both land and medical staff runs in the background of his more relaxed activities like sightseeing, fishing, and encouraging his companions to enjoy the journey.
PoeticallyPsyco
Brand suppressed a much more genuine smile as he considered telling the goddess to just have his friends text him for confirmation. There were several reasons that would be weak security, though, so he thought a little harder about his options.

 Well, when all you have is a hammer... 

He rooted around in his pocket, and as he suspected, found a couple of Irish coins still tucked into his wallet. Retrieving one at random - a pingin, or penny in English, based on the size - he marked it with his Vigil Brand, causing the silvery ogham letter Fearn to appear on the side opposite the harp. Fearn for alder-wood, the traditional material for shields, and his personal symbol. Also, it was short for Flynne.

Chuckling, he flipped the marked coin towards the divine swan. "A penny for their thoughts."
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Liliana 
Just over a week after you parted company with the rest of your new Band, in the middle of the night, someone rings your doorbell. It's likely you're in bed; after a few minutes have passed, they ring your doorbell again.

Presuming you answer the door eventually, you find a tall, red-haired woman standing there. "Hello, Liliana," she says. "I'm Brandon Flynn's mother. He told me you would be more likely to believe me if I showed you this." She shows you a coin marked with the ogham letter Fearn in silver.

"If you come with me, right now, you'll learn something about current events which concerns you." She gestures to what appears to be a brand-new red car behind her. "It's entirely up to you, but decide quickly, please."
 

 
 Spoiler: Brand, Julian, Mateusz, Max 
When Julian's ship makes landfall in Miami, it's 2:47 AM. That being the case, it is somewhat disconcerting that as soon as you step off the ship, you're greeted by a tall, red-haired woman whom Brand immediately recognizes.

"Introductions need to be brief," she says. "I'm Brigid, Brandon's mother. If you come with me, right now, you'll learn something about current events which concerns you." She gestures to a red car which looks like it just barely has enough room for all of you, but will be crowded. "It's entirely up to you, but decide quickly, please."
 

 
 Spoiler: Liliana 
 
 Spoiler: If Liliana goes with Brigid 
With Brigid behind the wheel, the car speeds up quickly, goes around two corners, and winds up on a dock you're quite certain isn't that close to your home. Brigid comes to a stop, gets out of the car, and goes over to greet the rest of your Band as they're coming off a ship. You can hear her saying things to them that are nearly identical to what she said to you.
 

 
 Spoiler: If Liliana doesn't go with Brigid 
She won't argue the case, just saying, if you ask any questions, that you need to go now or it'll be too late to learn anything. If you refuse her invitation, she nods and says, "As you see fit," and leaves.
 

 
Justanotherhero
After Julian realises Brand confirms this is a allied  god he does hesitate for second but the expectations his family would have are very clear.
"It is a pleasure to meet you."
Julains bows his head and a fraction of his torso.
After that he follows the woman to her car.
DeTess
The questions Liliana had about the woman's presence at one of her hideaways all dried up upon her introduction. "Very well, give me a few minutes to make myself presentable." She closed the door again, quickly changed into one of her signature suits and brushed her hair. Her gun went into a hidden holster under her suit's jacket, and she quickly grabbed her 'get out' bag, which held her laptop, phone, some spare clothes and toiletries.

So prepared she returned to the door. "Let's go." She joined the goddess in the car for a journey to who knows where.
Kaworu
- My name is Mateusz. Nice to meet you - the guy said simply, knowing there is not a lot of time. Then, of course, he went with Brigid.
Kish
Surprisingly, while it looked from outside like you were going to be packed in like sardines, the car has plenty of room for all of you, and could easily accommodate at least three more...or perhaps an arbitrary number.

Brigid drives off the docks. As she goes around a corner, the surroundings blur and are suddenly much more brightly lit. Five minutes of weird, disjointed driving later, you pull up in front of a massive building. Brigid gets out of the car and leads you inside. The desk guard, looking ridiculously alert for this time of night, looks alarmed at the sight of some of you, but following a brief, low-voiced exchange with Brigid, settles reluctantly back into his chair.

Brigid takes you to an elevator and up to the seventeenth floor. Once there, she leads you into a large conference room where six other people are sitting around a table. One of them, a tanned man with one eye, glares in your direction. "Why are they here?" he demands of Brigid.

"Their information is what we're here to discuss," she replies, seeming unfazed and unsurprised by his tone.

"That doesn't mean it's in any of our best interests for them to hear our decisions." You think he's looking especially at Liliana, but he doesn't sound thrilled with any of you.

"They have a right to know."

Another of the seated people, a woman with Egyptian features, says, "I tend to agree with Odin that this was a case where need-to-know should have taken precedence over right-to-know, but, what's done is done, and it was Brigid's decision to make."

Odin closes his mouth and glares some more.

"Have a seat," the Egyptian woman invites you. There is plenty of room to sit at the table.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
The only person here directly recognizable to any of you is Brigid. In addition to the three who have spoken, there's an Aztec man, a Japanese woman, a Greek woman, and a Yoruba man.
 
DeTess
Liliana took a seat, succeeding just barely at keeping her expression neutral under Odin's scrutiny. Shew knew of him through the stories about her father, and she knew she'd want to avoid angering him. Or even doing anything that made her stick around in his mind for long after this meeting. Therefore, she kept quiet, and simply awaited the start of the meeting so she could hear what this was all about.
Kaworu
Mateusz just took seat, being quiet. To tell the truth, he didn't have the idea he was welcomed here and thought of leaving, but apparently important things were happening here and so he would like to participate. At any rate, he was here because of Brigid direct invitation, so maybe he should not feel off?
Benoojian
"I'm a big fan of yours actually Brigid. If you think something is important for us to know, I trust you and your honor." Max gives a significant glance around the group as he says that last bit.
Kish
"First, for why we're here," the Yoruba god speaks. "We meet in the World when we don't want our meeting to be known and open to all the gods."

"Zeus," the Greek goddess puts in dryly.

"We do not want our current meeting to be known to Zeus yet," the Yoruba god nods. "Or Apollo. Three of you related a recent...encounter...with satyrs. Zeus told all of us that Pan had sided with the Titans and his creations were now to be considered Titanspawn."

"He did say that a few satyrs remained uncorrupted," the Japanese goddess puts in. "But Brandon said that the satyrs you spoke to indicated ongoing reverence for Pan and opposition to the gods--especially the Dodekatheon--and the Titanspawn alike."

"Zeus lies," the Greek goddess says disdainfully.

"There are lies and lies," the Egyptian goddess says. "If he told us something that's had our Scions treating innocent immortals as vile enemies so that he and his son can save face..."

"That's not something we can overlook," the Japanese goddess says. "Even while fighting a war for the continued existence of reality as we know it."

"Especially while fighting such a war," the Greek goddess says. "I see why you asked me to be here."

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Here I pause to see if any of you have anything to say about this. If you don't, the gods will  continue, mostly addressing each other.
 
Justanotherhero
Julian on average prized himself on a certain amount of self control.
As the pause in the conversation became longer and he internalized who this was while sitting in a chair on a uncomfortably equal level that self control started slipping.
Talking nervously obviously more to one of his compatriots then to the assembled gods: "I guess asking: "Does Pan stand for new Pantheon? " would not have been as bad joke as I thought. You know because maybe it doesn't and he hangs out alone."

In that moment Julian deeply internalized that if you have to explain the Pun it probably was not a great Pun.
DeTess
There where a couple things Liliana could say to all this. Pan's situation wasn't entirely unique. There where other gods that used this war to settle some old scores by declaring the subjects of their grudges to be in league with the titans.

But brining that up right to Odin's face... No, as funny as her father would find it to have that rubbed in Odin's face, Liliana decided she'd prefer surviving this meeting. Though she would have to reach out to her father about this whole 'Pan creating his own Pantheon' business, if that was truly what he was up to.
PoeticallyPsyco
Brand chuckled at Julien's joke. It wasn't  that  funny, but one didn't hang a friend out to dry at a divine trial.

Not that it seemed  they  were the ones on trial, here.

And Odin seemed especially interested in one of his other teammates.  Something to do with her parent,  he wondered,  or is it something she's done? 
Kish
"Now, the woman you did something for, this Elena Kessler," the Egyptian woman says.

"We don't know her," Brigid says. "That doesn't mean much. Most of us don't know Scions other than our own."

"Or those of gods very closely allied to us," the Greek woman puts in. "I know my husband's Scions, but I have no idea if--Artemis, say, has any Scions currently. But Brand said he used an ability, Brehon's Eye, which should have picked up Elena Kessler's Virtues, and found none, as if she was a mortal. That is very strange for someone with the knowledge and resources to give you relics."

"There are spells that can block having your Virtues detected," the Egyptian woman says, "but one would only use them if one had something to hide that would look even worse than having no Virtues. If one had the Dark Virtues of the Titans, perhaps. Also something I am curious about with these satyrs, but it would tell us less than what they said."

"Well," the Yoruba man says. "I think we're agreed on our course of action. Is that everything?"

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
It's not everything in any event, but if you have anything you want to bring up or ask any of the gods, now would be the time.
 
Kaworu
Mateusz was just sitting quietly. It did not mean that he had no thought whatsoever about the issues - both "no Virtues" business and Pan vs. Zeus were pretty interesting - but it was very hard for him to put in his thought in any coherent fashion. Actually, he was waiting for the meeting to end, so he could have a heartfelt talk with his friends - even if he could not really add anything substantial to the topic of debates.

So, he just sat in silence, looking at the people voicing their opinions.
Benoojian
"You haven't actually proposed a course of action, much less agreed on one."
Kish
The Greek goddess responds to Max's words, "What we are concerned with here, the matter of the satyrs, we had already discussed. I can check the souls in Elysium and the Fields of Asphodel. If Zeus told the truth, it should be easy to find one who got to the Underworld by being raped and murdered by a satyr. If not, we'll have to confront Zeus. Which will be a matter for gods. Are we done here?" she asks the other gods.
Justanotherhero
Thinking to himself Julian thought:

Thoughts:

 [It makes sense. It does not solve my problems but it does make sense to check things internally before checking them externally.]  

Looking in Brands direction Julian nodded with gratitude for the generous save.

[ After this meeting the not gods would have to think about wether or not Fornjót Power Associates’ the Motorcycle Centaurs and Gunnar Forson are a threat that is still looming or a part of a ruse.

But if they wanted to deal with it given the issues in the alliance they probably would have to take care of it themselves. Julian assumes he would not win in a fair fight against Forson.] 
Kish
When no one responds to the Greek goddess's words quickly, the Japanese goddess pushes her chair back, then she looks startled. What follows appears to be a conversation you're only hearing one side of. "What?" she says, and then "Is now really the time for that?" and, after a minute, "All right."

Five other gods rise and leave; the Japanese goddess and Brigid remain. The Japanese goddess holds out a plain manilla envelope toward you.

"This is something one of us wanted you to know about," she says. "Everything in it is true. Whether or how you act on it is up to you."
DeTess
It took Liliana a bit of restraint to not just snatch the envelope out of the goddesses hand. "Thank you, we will put this to good use."  She accepted the envelop with a slight bow, paying her respects even though the goddess was not of her father's pantheon. Or maybe because she wasn't part of her father's Pantheon. Her father had few friends and more than a few rivals and enemies within the Aesir, after all.
Kaworu
Mateusz gently nodded and stood up. He was eager to talk with his friends, but far away from ears of... all-too-eager gods to overheard and intercept.
Justanotherhero
Trying to save what would be a minimum of social graces Julian got up and said:
„It was an honor to meet you. To meet all of you.“

With that he bowed his head a bit and sort of awkwardly stood there not entirely sure who was going to leave first.
Kaworu
-  Let's go  - Mateusz gently took Julian by the elbow and steered him towards the exit.

Usually such a thing would be quite "bold" for him, but as he was dying to talk about what had just been revealed to them, he wanted to ease the wheels a little bit.
Kish
Brigid accompanies you back downstairs to the car and drives you, in the same disjointed way you arrived in New York, back to Julian's ship.

"The World needs you," she tells you. "We all agree on that, even if Odin would take a different approach than I would. We'll all be watching your future choices with great interest."

Unless someone asks her something or says something that requires a response, she drives off, leaving all of you--including Liliana, who wasn't on the ship--on the dock, less than two hours after you disembarked.

 
 Spoiler: the envelope 
When you open the envelope, whether you do so immediately or hours later, you find a photo of a young man, and a letter typed in a somewhat ornate font.

 
 Spoiler: the letter 
Do you consider yourselves good people, who oppose cruelty and corruption?

This man, Harold Derleth, has recently joined a cult. Like all its new members, he is dazzled by its ability to give him what he wants, and has no idea what he truly serves. Those who have asked too many questions, or balked at murdering undesirables for their own gain, have been killed by the established members of the cult. The mortal authorities will continue to be steered away from the cult, more as its supernatural and temporal power increases. You are currently the only potential threat it faces.
 


The photo has an address in New York on its back.
 
DeTess
Liliana tore open the envelope as soon as Brigid left. She read through the contents, then passed it to her companions. "It seems we have gotten a request from those gods."
Kaworu
-  We should step is, shouldn't we?  - Mateusz asked his companions -  That seems like, hm... a proper course of action? 
Justanotherhero
„I guess that is part of what this is all about.“

Julian did not look like he was about to defy the wishes of a small pantheons worth of dieties.

„New York makes things difficult for them and us, lots and lots of potential witnesses. And I hope temporal power does not mean like, temporal power in the science fiction sense?“
Kaworu
-  Maybe they meant it like, you know... fleeting power ? - Mateusz was not convinced himself.
Benoojian
"It probably means temporal in the religious sense of 'earthly', but we should be prepared for time shenanigans anyway." Max said, reading over the letter again to be sure. "These are likely to be humans though, regardless of how they've experimented with things beyond their ken, not titanspawn."
Justanotherhero
"I do not know.what powers the Titans are using but if they are killing innocent people someone should do something and I guess we are someone.
Before we do that we do need to do some research but I am willing to try?
Personally I would say we travel by car just in case someone might  be tracking us or wants to later on reconstruct what we did when?"
DeTess
"I don't know about the rest of you, but what I need first of all is some sleep." Liliana stated. "Since the rest of you got picked up here, I assume you have a place to stay?"
Justanotherhero
"Pier 17 is what you are looking for. Second cabin on the right side is yours for the taking."
DeTess
Liliana nodded her thanks, then headed off, following Julian's directions. She found the ship and her cabin easily enough, and dropped her bag onto a small desk. She really wanted to just drop on the bed and get some sleep, but the events of that night made it clear that she'd have to check in with her father, if only to let him know about the Pan situation. With a sigh she left her cabin again, on the hunt for some suitable 'ritual implements' for contacting the god.

Her search didn't turn up anything particularly good. No cigars, no whiskey or mead. She'd have to make do with a bottle of a fine Italian red wine and a half a pack of Marlboro cigarettes she found in a corner, forgotten by some crew member. At least the fact that she didn't ask anyone for permission before taking the goods to her room would be some points in her favor.

She opened the bottle of wine and poured two glasses. She place the glasses on the desk, and made sure the small chair attached to the desk was clean and free. She placed the pack of cigarettes within easy reach of the chair, then took one of the glasses of wine and sat down on the bed, facing away from the desk.

She took a sip of the wine, then spoke. "Not the best drink or smokes, but the best I could do on such short notice. I have some information you will want to know about, if you didn't already."
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Liliana 
Silence stretches on after you speak. You've almost decided this failed when you hear a familiar voice, "Always better to ask forgiveness than permission. Better when you don't have to ask for either." Loki chuckles and takes a drink of wine.

"Go on."
 
DeTess
 
 Spoiler 

"A job just recently brought me into contact with a group of Satyrs." Liliana began her report. "They were laying low, not acting particularly 'titan-spawny', and implied that their reputation was quite undeserved, with Pan himself just wanting to be left alone by gods and titanspawn alike. I didn't think much of it at the time, it wouldn't be the first time a group labled as 'titanspawn' really just wanted to lieve their own lives. However, I was working with several other Scions as the time, who believed it noteworthy enough to report back to their respective forebears. This has set some matters in motion."

Liliana took a sip while casting her mind back to the meeting. "An interpantheon group of gods has gathered to investigate this matter. This group consists of at least seven gods, including Odin, Brigid of the Tuatha, three goddesses likely representing the Amatsukami,  Dodekatheon and Pesedjet, and two gods representing the Atzlánti and the... Loa, I think. They theorize that Pan might be trying to split off and create a pantheon of his own, and are looking into both Pan, as well as Zeus' claims that resulted in Pan being banished and branded an ally of the Titanspawn. They seemed rather incensed at the idea that Zeus might have lied to have Pan banished, though whether they will find evidence of this is another matter."

"There's also the matter of Elena Kessler, the one that commissioned the job that brought is into contact with the Satyrs. She has knowledge and connections strong enough to get hold of a variety of artifacts quickly, but it has not been possible to tier her to any of the known pantheons. She might just be very privacy-minded, but if that name has come up before I might have to look into her some more." Liliana added the matter of Elena almost as an afterthought.

"That's the situation as it is. If these gods can find evidence of Zeus lying there'll be repercussions, maybe some greater scrutiny regarding future claims of someone being or aiding titanspawn, but even if they don't, Pan's position seems worth knowing about." Liliana ended her report with a shrug. Though she had some further thoughts on the situations, it was now in Loki's hands. If he needed her to do something about it, he'd let her know.
 
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Liliana 
Loki listens to Liliana's report.

"The Dodekatheon are odd--well. Every pantheon's structure is different. Each pantheon has a leader, whether they say so or not..." He takes a drink of wine before continuing, "Odin gets respect, deserved and otherwise, as well as having authority. The Azlanti value fear, especially from each other. But Zeus has almost absolute authority over his pantheon while receiving no respect at all. And so where every other pantheon has a place for outcasts--the boor who nearly ended the world by upsetting the sun so much she hid, the god of corruption, the revolutionary who will lead the slaves against their rightful masters, the one who came from outside and will return to outside at the end of the world after he kills the golden boy--the Dodekatheon outcasts its outcasts. You can do as you please without a concern for what Zeus would want, but if you formally reject Zeus's authority...you're not a god at all." He chuckles dryly.

"If Pan is planning to set up a new pantheon he must have other divine allies already though. And from what you've said this whole thing came as a surprise to all the pantheons. Including a goddess from the Dodekatheon. You have no idea who most of these gods are? That one could have been Hera or Athena? Disappointing.

If you see these satyrs again you should get Brand to use his special sight on them. Whether they still follow the morals of the Dodekatheon or not could be invaluable information.

Anything else?"

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
He does speak of Brand and Brehon's Eye in that casual way even though Liliana hasn't mentioned either of them by name. Things he didn't address here are probably deliberate, not GM error (this time).
 

 
DeTess
 
 Spoiler 

"That's it, for now." Liliana replied, letting the barb about the greek godess go. She'd had her rest interrupted for a surprise divine meeting, it was a small miracle she got as much out of it as she did. "The Japanese goddess did leave us with a request, but it seems like an unrelated matter. I'm keeping my eyes open though."
 
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Liliana 
"A request?" Loki asks. "And from the Amatsukami? Now what would that be?"
 
DeTess
 
 Spoiler 

"She wants us to bust a presumed titanspawn cult in New York city and rescue a man named 'Harold Derleth' from its grasp." Liliana replied.
 
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Liliana 
"Huh. Well that's odd.

I'll likely be harder to reach for a while." Loki stands up and, unless Liliana brings up something else important quickly, disappears in a puff of flame.
 
Kaworu
When far away from "adult" Gods, Mateusz decided to talk with his friends.

- Hm... there is some things I wanna talk about you know? I dunno where to begin... - he scratched his head.

- The fact that the lady to whom we have given the sword of King Artur has no Virtues is... bad, generally speaking. I doubt that she was a Mortal, and... the only "logical" explanation as to why she had hidden her own Virtues could be... because of... you know, being a Titan follower. Eh...

- Buuuut... - he focused his gaze kinda high, above heads of his friends, as if sleepwalking - I do not think she really was a Scion of Titans or something. You see, I believe she was honest with us and did not... overuse our trust, so to speak. Maybe I am just silly and naive, but... yup, this is what I believe.

- However, those two facts are in a direct exclusion of one another. They are contradictory. And to be honest, the more I think about that, the less I understand. I feel kinda... lost?

- Also, I wanted to talk to you earlier, but all the Gods of so many pantheons... it was a meeting to listen to, but not speak our own minds, I believe?
Justanotherhero
„The issue of Elena having no detectable Virtues is troubling, indeed. We need more information. Investigating discreetly might help us avoid drawing premature conclusions or actions that could backfire. As for the meeting with the gods, I agree it was indeed more a time to listen.“
Julian looks like he is thinking about wether or not this is a good time to share his thoughts.
„If it is true that the number of scions is generally unknown then their might be a lot more or a lot less of us then I had originally envisioned. And maybe not all of those are on the same side.“
Julian paused
„If we are heading to New York I can take the ship there myself while sailing off the coast. During the trip we could discuss some things like: Does anyone have a lead on Elena ?“
Kaworu
- Hm... I believe I could hack her e-mail, but I am unwilling to do so. For more than one reason - Mateusz admitted.
PoeticallyPsyco
Brand hesitated.  I could probably find her... but doing so would be a breach of privacy.  The slippery slope was a fallacy, but he really didn't want to start picking up bad habits again. Had she done anything suspicious enough to warrant this?

 The gods said her lack of Virtues was inherently suspicious. Surely that's enough to tip the scales? 

It was, and Brand nodded to himself, calling up that thread of Fate to his attention.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Brandon marked the dagger with Vigil Brand. Assuming Elena didn't have some way of removing the Boon (I don't know of any such way, but it probably exists), it's still there, and he can use an action to actively check on it.

Only a 13% chance of screwing this up (I only need 1 success), so I'm not boosting this roll preemptively.

Perception + Empathy:
[roll0]

1 success and Brand "gains a clearer understanding of the subject’s condition, location and current situation."
 
PoeticallyPsyco
Once more with clarity:

Perception+Empathy
 (4d10)[ 1 ][ 4 ][ 4 ][ 6 ](15) 

EDIT: And I think my next upgrade is finally going to be that point of Epic Perception I've been promising myself, because I keep failing these 1-success perception checks called for by my powers.
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Brand 
This is something you've never encountered using Vigil Brand before. The dagger still exists, but nowhere in the World.
 
Benoojian
Max speaks up, "No offense to your moral code, but I would be willing to hack her email. I'm not as skilled as you, but she could be dangerous. Do we want to shelve looking into her until after dealing with the cult though?"
PoeticallyPsyco
Brand stared off into space briefly, then seemed to refocus on the world.

"How odd", he said.

Noticing the confused looks directed his way, he elaborated.

"The dagger, Carnwennan. It's gone. Nowhere on Earth, according to my powers. Still intact, though. And unless our former employer is just storing it extra-dimensionally for safekeeping, she's probably beyond our reach."
Justanotherhero
„Well this might be presumptuous but I dare say the dagger is out of my reach. Unless someone has some incredible surprise?“

Julian waited a bit.

„I admit the fact that the dagger can go beyond this world worries me but I agree that we should deal with things we can deal with. So unless we have a new idea I would say we set sail and hope we can deal with the cult before  Forsen and Elena find us?“
Kaworu
- Hm... I would said the cult is more pressing, yes - admitted Mateusz.
Kish
It's early afternoon when your ship pulls into the Manhattan Cruise Terminal. Julian makes arrangements to dock the shop there. Only Liliana seems like she fits in here, but your motley group draws no comment, yet anyway.
Justanotherhero
If no one else offers to do internet search. Julian will offer to go to the local library and do an attempt.
DeTess
"I could use a second pair of hands to sift through news articles." Liliana was happy enough to take Julian up on his offer as she headed out to do her own research. "Do you have laptop of your own?"
Justanotherhero
Sure, let me grab it real quick then we can go.“
Justanotherhero
"As we travel, I plan to stop at a clothing store," Julian mentions to Liliana. "It's quite a bit colder here, feel free to join if you need to pick up some warmer clothes. If not I do not want to stop you from going ahead"

Upon arriving at the library, Julian is eager to assist Liliana with her research. Despite realising hos own his limitations, he supposes investigating people that do not want to be found might be a skill he'll need to develop sooner rather than later. Maybe he'll learn a few things today.

Even though their visit isn't meant for leisure, Julian can't help but feel a touch of excitement being in New York for the first time. His eyes wander occasionally around the grand architecture and the bustling city life visible through the library's windows. There's a subtle tourist-like curiosity in his demeanor.
DeTess
Once they had arrived at the library Liliana coached Julian through the basicsc of investigation. How to quickly judge the value of articles, how to search databases and the internet.

"The problem is probably not going to be that we have too little information, but rather far too much to search through easily. We'll start by looking up articles that mention the cult, as well as reports of serious crimes such as disappearances, murders and the like in the general area they operate in."

"Once we have this information I'd like you to organize the data on the crimes. Check if anything stands out, organize them on a map by date and type, that sort of thing."

While Julian took care of that, Liliana would dive into sources with more dubious reputations. Occult magazines, local gossip sites and the like. Mainstream media would not report on anything supernatural, but these sources would. The trick was, of course, to see through what was fabrication and imagination, and what might be actual truth.
Kaworu
Mateusz also took his own laptop and went to the library.

- Actually, I'm not much of a detective myself - he admitted - On some level, this is very similar to being a scientist or engineer, on other... it's not. Per instance, I don't see privite investigators doing much experiments in lab or writing scientific articles, right? And we, scientist, spend way too many hours in front of our computers.

- Still, I will do what I can - he offered.
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Julian, Liliana, Mateusz 
You find an out-of-the-way table to set up your laptops facing the wall so that no one will see what what you're looking at.

Looking for general information about crimes and disappearances turns up nothing unusual as far as you can tell; New York City has a substantially higher crime rate than rural Louisiana, but that hasn't changed anytime recently.

Looking up information about Harold Derleth, you learn that he's been working for a small engineering firm called Tierra Inc. for the last eighteen months.

You think a young man might be looking more intently at you than at anything else here, but you're not sure. He quickly leaves, in any event.

 
 Spoiler: Liliana Only 
His income expenditures suggest he's very well-paid for an engineer of his age and career level. Further research suggests that Tierra has an unusually high turnover rate of new hires, and while several of them are now working in other fields, others seem to have dropped off the Internet after leaving.

No, you're sure that man was focusing on you three to the exclusion of anything else in the library. You pull your full attention away from what you were reading. What did he look like? He was a perfectly nondescript young man...and that really should not be all you can remember about anyone's looks, especially when you saw him a matter of seconds ago.
 

 
DeTess
When she noticed the spy Liliana quickly sketched out one of the diagrams she'd learned from the more occult books in her personal library. By the time he started to leave the diagram was complete. It only took a moment's concentration to imprint the latent spell on the man, allowing her to track him down later.

"We attracted someone's attention." She whispered quietly to her companions after he had left. "And given that I can't remember his face despite looking straight at him I suspect he has some kind of unusual ability."

 
 Spoiler: Ariadne's thread 

Perception+survival: (4d10)[ 7 ][ 1 ][ 7 ][ 9 ](24)  +1 epic succes
 
Justanotherhero
„How do they do that?“ the question was more a rhetorical one mixed with confused disappointment then an actual question nonetheless Julian did look annoyed and curious.
„Should we move to a different location? Before continuing?“
DeTess
"Hmmm, I don't think so." Liliana said after a moment. "Better let them think we didn't notice. We should let the others know though."
Kaworu
- I can send them a text - offered Mateusz, then took out his smartphone and started typing into a group chat they had.

"Somebody is spying upon us. We do not know who. Let's pretend nothing out of the ordinary happens".
DeTess
"That having been taken care off, I think this company Harold works for is suspicious, maybe a front for the cult. They cycle through employees quickly, and some seemed to have disappeared, or at least gone into hiding. Add to that an unusually high pay and the image you get isn't exactly pretty." As Liliana spoke she started looking into the company more, trying to find out about any properties they owned, or major projects they were involved in.
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Liliana 
The company's past and present work includes various buildings, bridges, expanding airports; they maintain a laboratory which does soil testing, among other things. Nothing stands out as unusual in the company's work or properties; it seems likely that if anyone at the company organizes criminal activity, it takes place somewhere not legally associated with the company.
 
DeTess
"I'm not finding any obviously suspect locations for this company." Liliana considered for a moment. "Lacking other leads, I suggest we look into the one that was spying on us. I tagged him with a little something that will guarantee I'll be able to find him." As she spoke she got out her phone, sending the ones currently not present a message, letting them know what she'd be doing. In particular, she asked Brand tot ag along if he had nothing better to do, because if it came toa  confrontation, she'd prefer having all the muscle nearby.
Kaworu
-  Yup, enough of our little research, let's get to the business  - Mateusz agreed with Liliana -   I got a few new tricks up my sleeve, I hope I will be this time more useful than during the Motortaurs encounter  - there was a slight trace of blush on his cheeks.
Justanotherhero
„Then I would say I call a taxi and get moving? I have to admit I did not notice anything unusual so once you see our visitor or we get close tell me.“

Julian would call a taxi and let Liliana direct where they go.
Although he would prefer to meet up with Brand and the others before they get to close.
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Julian, Liliana, Mateusz, Max 
Liliana leads the rest of you to a  Tom's Restaurant . Going in, her spell leads her to a table in a corner where a dark-skinned, strikingly attractive young man is just sitting down. He has some kind of sandwich and a glass of Sprite on a tray in one hand, and a hardcover library book in the other. He obviously sees you.

So, what will you do next?
 
DeTess
 
 Spoiler 

Liliana slid into a chair opposite the man. She did not address him though, instead checking out the menu and ordering a wrap. "I haven't had lunch yet." She offered by way of explanation. She was going to let this guy take the lead in this conversation, at least for now. He would likely reveal more that way than if she put her cards on the table first.
 
Kaworu
 
 Spoiler 


Matusz really did not know if the approach choosen by Liliana was the proper one - personally, he was into playing his cards open - but after a few seconds, he decided to play along with it. He sat in a chair next to the woman, staring intently at the man.
 
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Julian, Liliana, Mateusz, Max 
The man looks unsurprised as you sit down. "There are lot of other tables," he comments dryly. "But I never forget a face. You are the--" he lowers his voice sufficiently that no one else in the diner should be able to hear, if they have normal human hearing anyway--"Aesir and Pesedjet , and..." he looks at the two who are still standing, "...Azlanti  Scions I saw at the library. At the time I didn't think our interests were that likely to overlap, but apparently you disagree. What brings you here?"

The book he's set down on the table is titled Legendary Ireland.
 
Justanotherhero
 
 Spoiler: Spoiler 
  Julian does not have a better idea so he decides to play along.

„For Starters a Mixed Platter and homemade soups. After that the question becomes is the company good enough to order dessert?“

Julian decided this was a pun improvement. Not great but better then last time.
 
Kaworu
 
 Spoiler 


Mateusz gave Liliana the gaze "it didn't work, see?", and then started to look at the man.

- Okay. You are spying on us. Probably you thought yourself to be smart a lot, right? But I bet you didn't see us coming after you.

- The question is: for whom do you work, what info on us you possess and what your... benefactors wanna do with it?

Yup, playing his cards open WAS much better!
 
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Julian, Liliana, Mateusz, Max 
He blinks. "Spying on you?" he repeats incredulously. "Did you reserve the library or something? Beyond what my own gifts let me sense about you I don't even know who you are. As for who I work for, you first."

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
He hasn't tripped Takes One to Know One, though of course that doesn't prove he's not lying.
 

 
DeTess
 
 Spoiler 

Liliana deflected mateusz glare with a cool look. Getting the guy to admit he knew what they were, and where he saw them without any prompting had been quite valuable already.

"You're already well aware who we work for. You listed it yourself quite proficiently." Liliana gave him a second to absorb that, then continued. "As for your little act at the library, would you believe me if the roles were reversed? You stared almost hard enough to burn a hole into something, then left in a hurry as soon as we noticed you. Would you believe the little 'I was just curious' shtick yourself?" She let him sweat for a moment.

"But let's all pretend I believe you. You're just very curious, can't help stare and run into things related to the... unusual. You should be well aware of the rot in this city then. And eager to share with anyone intent on doing a little cleaning."
 
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Julian, Liliana, Mateusz, Max 
"I meant specifically," the man says, "but to give you an equivalent amount of information, I am a Scion of a Loa. My name is Akinde. And no, I do not know specifically what you are referring to; I'm sure there is much Titanspawn activity in this city for its size and prominence, but what I was researching is outside the city. So tell me. What is this rot you speak of?"
 
DeTess
 
 Spoiler 

Liliana considered for a moment, but then decided to honor the man's willingness to play ball. "There's a cult. Not all that unusual in a city this size, of course, except their teachings do actually result in some measure of supernatural influence, most likely due to a titanspawn connection. There's also a connection with an engineering company called Tierra, likely with Tierra functioning as some kind of front for the cult. A person of interest to a deity we've had contact with got involved, and the deity requested we get him out and shut this cult down. The cult has killed several members unwilling to toe the line already." She gave him a moment to absorb the information. "Does any of this ring a bell?"
 
Justanotherhero
Julian was sitting there and did honestly think about ordering the Mixed Platter and the Homemade soup. But even more then that he considered that apparently we had come to terms with the fact that the world was like this.
Thinking to himself:
[Do we  just assume that little can be done? It is apparently true that we maybe do not have the numbers. But what does that mean for the future? Osiris is god of Justice. A aspect that Julian did not have a lot of contact with but maybe that is the attitude that allows problems to fester?]

He did not say anything merely appeared lost in thoughts.
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Julian, Liliana, Mateusz, Max 
"Hm. Have you been to Tierra's headquarters, or any of their buildings, or this person's house? That seems the logical first step."  He takes a bite of his sandwich, chews and swallows it, and asks, "Where is the Tuatha?" 
 
DeTess
 
 Spoiler 

 "The Tuatha? And who might you be referring to by that?" Liliana just about managed to keep a predatory grin from her face as the guy slipped up. If he'd only seen them at the library as he claimed he would not know about Brand. 

"We'd gotten quite as far already." Liliana shrugged. "It would have been the next step if looking into our mysterious spy turned up nothing. It seems this cult is more low-key than my source led me to believe. Either that, or staring and then running away in a suspicious manner is not all that useful as an investigative technique." She eyed the man, trying to see if her provocation caused him to let anything slip.
 
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Julian, Liliana, Mateusz, Max 
The man, looking distinctly annoyed, takes several bites of his sandwich. By the time he's done chewing, he no longer looks annoyed. "I have a feeling that you both are more suspicious than usual for some reason." He shrugs. "And what about you?" he addresses Julian and Max. "Do you have thoughts about this cult, or at least names, or does your suspicious Aesir friend speak for you entirely?"
 
Justanotherhero
 
 Spoiler: Spoiler 
  „I would be well served if the suspicious Aesir spoke for me.
I think that a power greater then myself sent me to protect the innocent. I think that if what you say is true you are not my enemy. I think this meeting might be ordained instead of a coincidence, after all I was told there are few of us. If it is true that this meeting is fated:
Am I here to help you?
Am I here to ask you for help as a local guide?
That I have not figured out yet because I do not know what led you to the library?“
 


If a waiter comes along Julian would order the Mixed Platter and one homemade Soup for everyone present plus 1.
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Julian, Liliana, Mateusz, Max 
"I have been looking into a monster in Lake Erie that I believe has been eating people. What is commonly classified as Titanspawn, almost certainly. Not likely related to a cult this far away from it. Do you know how to pronounce....agh...something like 'each usage,' except I'm pretty sure that's not the right pronounciation. Pronunciation. Anyway." He shakes his head. "Not related to your cult and, despite what your Aesir friend thinks, I have no inside knowledge of said cult to give you, so if you do not want to ask for my help in some other way I think we're done." He reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a pair of wire-framed glasses which he sets on his nose.
 
Kaworu
 
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Mateusz still didn't know if he should trust this guy and it he told truth, but he had no reaspon to voice his concerns - right now, at least. But maybe they just started on a wrong foot?

He was silent as his interlocutor was about to go away. There was no need to stop him at any rate.

He did cast Liliana a curious gaze, though. There was much he wanted to talk about with this woman after the Scion would leave.
 
DeTess
 
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Liliana's wrap had arrived and she was slowly eating it. She had decided she was done needing the Scion for now. He was intent on acting innocent, and there were too many witnesses for her to try pressing any further. If he truly was uninvolved she expected not to see him again. And if he did come up during further investigation... Well, she was sure she'd be able to find him again.
 
Justanotherhero
 
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“I do believe there is a purpose to such unlikely events like us meeting. How often does your monster kill? How sure are you of a method of ending it? And truthfully are you sure you wish to go into such a fight alone?“

Julian sat there and considered the situation. It was well possible this man could be successful without him.

„If we where a army. Like all of us one army here to defeat the greatest threat for our kin that has been since the closing of the eternal gate. Then we would combat one threat after another and maximize our chances of success and maximize the likelihood that all of us come back. So if you want help all you need to do is ask. If you do not want that I will accept it. Know that I wish you luck  Akinde son of Loa in your endeavor.
 
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Julian, Liliana, Mateusz, Max 
"I knew where to find what I need, because of one of my gifts. I don't have more of a plan yet. Good luck with your cult, people who do not share names." The man rises from the table, suddenly becoming as forgettable as Liliana saw him be at the library, and heads toward the counter, bringing his book with him.
 
Kaworu
 
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- Eh... I kinda feel bad now - Mateusz commented - Do you think he was telling truth? What's if he was lying? - he asked, but was unconvinced himself.
 
Justanotherhero
 
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 „That I do not know.“

Julian looked curious in Liliana’s direction.

„If I had to guess someone fated or wished our meeting to happen. Because I do not believe that even this city has enough of us to create a random occurrence of this kind.
If our patrons organized this meeting we failed pathetically. If our enemies arranged this meeting we did the only rational thing. If I am wrong and it was coincidence we wasted a opportunity.
Which case is true? I do not know.“
 
DeTess
 
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"Best not to second guess yourself over this, Julian." Liliana replied. "He managed to make it look suspicious all on his own, even if the meeting really was a coincidence."

"I'll be able to find him again for the next few days." She added in a lower voice. "If we find any further evidence tying him to this cult we can visit him again, preferably somewhere more private, to get some answers. If there's no evidence I'd just let him walk. If someone somehow arranged this in the hope we'd help one another... Well, it's on them for trying such vague methods, rather than just sending a proper message."
 
Justanotherhero
 
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Well then I guess it is time to continue the investigation and get all of us together? Maybe it will make sense to seek contact again. Should we start with the address we received?
 
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Julian, Liliana, Mateusz, Max 
After a few minutes, Akinde comes back to the table and hands Julian a business card from the diner with a phone number scribbled on it. "In case you want to contact me," he says before leaving the diner.
 


The five of you meet up on the way to the address the Amatsukami goddess gave you. It's a good-sized apartment building.
DeTess
"So how do we want to handle this?" Liliana asked the others on the way there. "I somehow doubt a 'cults are bad, okay?' will cause him to drop out and turn his life around. Do we even want to meet with him at all, or is this going to be a little B&amp;E to see if we can find anything on the cult in his place?"
Kaworu
-  Hm...  - Mateusz was not sure himself -  I think we should focus on the presence of supernatural danger here. However, I have no idea how to do it. Buuuut...  - he was thinking intensely -  What if one of us would pretend to me a "Muggle" who wanna get into the cult? This way, we could have an insider's knowledge, right? Or is it too silly or risky?  - he asked.
Justanotherhero
OOC:

What time of day do we have? How many people are around?

IC:
„This time I would like to see them before they see us. Before we go into essential detail I would take a general look around and check if someone used powers to create additional observation. Does anyone see any guards inauspicious or not? Does anyone see any cameras? If we can be sure that we are not being observed I would check for beyond natural powers. „
Justanotherhero
After taking the little walk Julian focuses and closes his eyes. After incanting a barely audible phrase he kisses his ring and open his eyes. For those standing close to him it appears almost as if vibrant green plant life was reflected in his eyes for a second. While he takes a look at the building and entrance at the address we where given.
Justanotherhero
„From here at least I can not see anything unusual.
Would you be able to use the address and the name to check out our targets online habits?“
DeTess
"I'm good on research, but less so on hacking and cracking." Liliana had started watching the door to the apartment building, trying to see if it was locked, or opened for anyone. If it was locked, she'd start looking for an opportunity to slip in together with someone else
Kish
The door opens, revealing a lobby with a woman in uniform sitting behind a desk. Past her, you see a block of elevators.
Kaworu
Mateusz went inside, just after Liliana.

- Hm... - he looked at his companion, not sure what (if anything?) he should have said to the lady by the desk.
Kish
"Yes, what is it?" the woman asks you abruptly.

From here, you can see doors past her, at least one of which presumably leads to a stairway.
Kaworu
Mateusz looked at Liliana more intensely, as if saying "it was your idea, do something!".
DeTess
Liliana strode confidently towards the desk, quickly considering the best approach. She didn't want to alert their target by naming him directly, but she did need free reign to move around for at least a little while, preferably with the rest of her crew in tow. She hadn't taken the time to prepare a fake badge, and there were too many of them to try that trick anyway. But with her more business-like attire, and the more casual appearance of the others...

Inspiration struck right as she reached the desk. "I'm sorry we're a bit late. Stuck in traffic and all that. If you don't mind, we'll start our inspection immediately. Which way to the stairs?"

 
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The play is to present the group as being from a contracting firm, here to inspect the building's state in preparation of some kind of large-scale maintenance. Liliana will pretend this has all been pre-agreed by the owner, even if the woman behind the desk can't find anything like that in her agenda.

pressence+manipulation:  (8d10)[ 5 ][ 4 ][ 1 ][ 2 ][ 2 ][ 6 ][ 2 ][ 9 ](31)  + 4 epic successes
(if the description qualified as a stunt I'll use it to recover legend or willpower if it's a big enough one possible)

relevant knack: perfect impostor. I'll know what the woman behind the desk expects of me, and will eb able to tailor my responses accordingly.
 
Kish
Liliana isn't at her most convincing, but she's still superhumanly convincing and the woman readily lets you proceed in.

 
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The address you have would put him on the fifth of 20 floors.

And yes, that was a one-die stunt.
 
Kaworu
Mateusz sighed in relief in his heart of hearts. Uffff! They did it!

He went towards the elevator, thinking of what to do next. He wanyted to consult his friends, but, at the same time, out of earshot of the receptionist.
Justanotherhero
Julian did not really 100% understand what was happening but that did not stop him from walking along and pretending to play his part.
And when Liliana started talking he turned to her nodded deeply and let her lead the way.
DeTess
Liliana tapped Mateusz on the shoulder and led him and others to the stairs. "Let's start with the stairwells, we can check the hallways afterwards." She said loudly enough for the receptionist to overhear.

Then, when they were out of ear-shot she added. "Don't take the elevator in cases like this, you don't want to be trapped in a little box in potentially hostile terrain." She started ascending the stairs as she laid out the bones of her plan. "I want to check the fifth floor and the sixth floor to start with. Our target lives on the fifth floor, but I want to see if there's a way to get to his apartment from the sixth floor, via the balcony for example, as well."
Kaworu
- Like, fire escape stairs, you mean? American building quite often have these outside, but they aren't known in Poland - Mateusz commented.
Justanotherhero
„Hm fire safety would be something one could realistically claim to check.“

With that Julian followed the other two.
DeTess
A check of the sixth floor did reveal some fire stairs, but nothing that seemed like a feasible and stealthy point of egress. Liliana made a show of inspecting the fire safety if there were any people around, but otherwise she would move down to the fifth floor quickly afterwards. "Let's check if that guy seems to be home. If not, let's take a look around in his place." She palmed a small tool set, with picks and levers for bypassing locks.
Justanotherhero
„The way I see it we would need two look outs one for the stairs and one for the elevator.“
Looking towards Mateusz „Any preferences?“
Kish
The lock clicks open in response to Liliana's efforts.
PoeticallyPsyco
Brand reflected that this was all much smoother than the way he would have done things back in Ireland... which would have involved a lot more splintering wood and running from the cops.
Justanotherhero
Julian decides to work as a look out covering the stairs. Discreetly standing in the corner next to the door that leads to the targets floor and pretends to text someone while listening for any movement.
DeTess
Liliana quietly entered the apartment, casting her gaze around for any secondary alarm systems or cameras. If none were apparent she'd start a careful search of the apartment, looking for anything that might provide a hint to the cult or the engineering company.
Kaworu
Mateusz stood next to the elevator, checking if there was some movement. He had his phone in his hands, pretending to be busy with it.
Kish
No one is in the apartment, which might be surprising late Sunday afternoon. You find a generic access badge which you would guess is to Harold's workplace, with a six-digit number written on a Post-it-note next to it. You also find a notebook which seems to be notes on Harold's coworkers.

 
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Liliana, and anyone else investigating the apartment, please roll Intelligence+Investigation. With Liliana's epics there's no way she's going to come away with no information, but let's see how much she learns.
 
DeTess
Liliana got out her phone and sent her companions a quick message.
 All clear in here. If you want to help check things, make sure to put everything back exactly as you found it. 

Afterwards, she took pictures of every page in the notebook, as well as the access badge and six digit code, before putting everything back exactly as she found it.
Kish
Julian senses no magic.
Justanotherhero
Then Julian leaves the apartment and nods in the direction of Liliana.
„I did not find anything special. Do you want to close up? I will get back to position.“
Kaworu
Mateusz just stayed in the hall. He was not so sure he could put in everything the way it was before, so he preferred not to be intrusive.
Kish
Having gathered what information you can find, you leave the building and go...where?
Kaworu
- Maybe we could take a look on the ship? - suggested Mateusz.
Justanotherhero
 
 Originally Posted by Kaworu 
 - Maybe we could take a look on the ship? - suggested Mateusz. 
 

„A place to plan and strategize would be a good start. Either the ship or we start hotel or motel hopping?“
DeTess
"We don't really have the time for that." Liliana replied, while quickly looking up whatever she could about the likely victim's adress on her phone. "This guy seems to have already picked the victims for some kind of ritual. If we're fast, we could get to them before he does and stake out. If he already ahs them, we can use it as a lead to track them down."
Justanotherhero
„Ok you have the experience. From my side lead the way.“
PoeticallyPsyco
"Ah, no sense in waiting in ambush, then. But just in case..."

And Brandon marked the doorway with a subtly positioned Vigil Brand, so he'd know as soon as someone returned to the apartment.
Kish
Following the location information you find online, you head to a much dingier neighborhood in the Bronx, to a substantially shorter apartment building. You quickly determine that people, most likely Gregory, Carla, and their child Sam, are inside.
DeTess
"Them still being here makes things a lot easier." Liliana turned to Brand. "That protective magic you mentioned before, that lets you know if someone is in trouble. Could you use it on them without their knowledge."
Kaworu
Mateusz was quiet. He did not think he had any special talents he could use in this kind of situation, so he was silent.
PoeticallyPsyco
 
 Originally Posted by DeTess 
 "Them still being here makes things a lot easier." Liliana turned to Brand. "That protective magic you mentioned before, that lets you know if someone is in trouble. Could you use it on them without their knowledge." 
 

"Hmm. In theory? It's possible. In practice? They need to be touched, and it leaves them marked with silver that themselves could spot. But..." Brand said, stepping forward, "I can do the next best thing."

He marked the door-frame with his personal Litir, in the top-right corner where it would hopefully go unnoticed, and then stepped back, nodding in satisfaction. "This is the only door but the balcony; if someone tries to force entry, or the apartment itself is endangered by fire or somesuch, I'll be knowing."

 
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I mixed up the Guardian boons; Vigil Brand doesn't alert me to people entering, just if the door itself is in physical danger. Still going to leave one in case the cultists try to force the door instead of picking the lock or tricking the family into opening it. I edited the text to reflect this. Down to 10 Legend points.
 
Justanotherhero
„I guess I should rent us a car for the stake out? Otherwise we could give off sort of a homeless impression.“
DeTess
"Thanks Brand." Liliana turned to Julian when he spoke up. "That would be smart. Either way, there's no reason for us all to be here around the clock. Best to split up in pairs and take turns."
Justanotherhero
„Then I will get that done. By the way Mateusz would you be able to make the records of stuff like car rentals disappear?“
Julian took out his phone and started heading the direction to get two appropriately large cars.
Kaworu
- I can try - Mateusz admitted. He was still opposed to hacking in general, but this plea seemed... pretty innocent, to be honest.
Justanotherhero
„Donyou want to come along for the process .. or? I am honestly not sure how it works.“

With that Julain would go with Mateusz to rent the two cars.
Kish
The two of you don't draw any undue attention. You definitely get the impression you've been pegged as tourists, and not especially worthy of respect, by the car rental staff; they're significantly brusquer with everybody than people in Lousiana were, but more efficient than unfriendly.

 
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And if I understand your plans right, either  two  people will watch Gregory and Carla's apartment and  three  will go to Harold's and wait for him to come home and then grab him and bring him  somewhere , or  three  people will watch Gregory and Carla's apartment and  two  will go to Harold's and wait for him to come home and then grab him and bring him  somewhere . Brand will be in  one  group and Max will be in the  other .

I need specifics on the parts I've bolded.
 
Kish
Max and Mateusz keep watching Gregory and Carla's apartment while Brand, Julian, and Liliana go to kidnap Harold.

 
 Spoiler: Brand, Julian, Liliana 
The man whom you saw a picture of parks outside the apartment building and heads for the door around 11:30 at night. No one else is immediately visible anywhere in sight.
 
DeTess
"Let's wait another three or four hours, to ensure he's asleep, then sneak in for a 'chat'." Liliana suggests. "Unless either of you has another, better plan?"
Justanotherhero
„That sounds like a reasonable plan. I do not know if they are gathering members that have divine origin but just in case I would assume he is awake when we go in. I realized after my visitation sleep is a very nice hobby less a brutal requirement.“
PoeticallyPsyco
"Very true. Best not to take mortal limitations for granted when some of our foes are capable of so much more."
Kaworu
Mateusz was at his post, waiting for anything suspicious.
Justanotherhero
As Julian strides confidently across the street where Harold Derleth is walking, his demeanor is composed and authoritative.
Reaching Harold, he extends a hand and places it on his heart as a formal gesture of introduction. His voice is steady and assertive, enhancing the gravity of his presence.

"Good evening, Mr. Derleth. I am Agent Bennet." Julian states, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"We've been monitoring groups whose activities have raised concerns.What exactly can you tell me about the organization that implies to 'give its members what they want'? Start with your first encounter."

Julian’s eyes remain fixed on Harold, meticulously observing every twitch, every flicker of hesitation. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, establishing a presence that subtly pressures Harold without overt aggression.
DeTess
"Agent Williams." Liliana had followed Julian out of the car and introduced herself gruffly as his partner. While Julian took on the more personable, friendly façade, Liliana put a glower on her face and positioned herself to Harold's side, intent on playing the 'bad cop' role if Harold needed more convincing.
Kish
 
 Spoiler: Brand, Julian, Liliana 
The man pales, glancing between the two who approached him, nervously. As his feet shift, you realize he's about to turn and run.
 
Justanotherhero
This was not something Julian enjoyed doing with witnesses, but apparently, it needed to be done. Julian feared that the knowledge that he had inherited not just part of his father's body but also a fraction of the first king's voice would make people somewhat "uncomfortable."

Julian's voice, imbued with an echo as if carried by the wind rather than spoken outright, filled the space between them.

"You are at a crossroad," Julian intoned, his eyes locking onto DerlethÂ’s. "But the river of time flows on. Right now, you have the opportunity to decide whether you are a redeemable soul caught up in events beyond your control or a being that needs to be caged to protect others. I will not take that decision from you. But once it is made, I will act accordingly."

He paused, allowing the gravity of his words to sink in, the subtle echo of his voice lingering in the air like a haunting melody.

"So, I ask again: What exactly can you tell me about the organization that claims to 'give its members what they want'?"

As Julian’s voice seeped into Derleth’s consciousness, a profound shift occurred. Derleth's connection to his physical form—or sekhu—diminished, rendering his mind and thoughts more pure. His heart rate slowed, his mind liberated from the shackles of the physical realm. The blessing of Sekhu Division - Ba unbound, was something Osiris had once said allowed great thinkers to commit to incredible deeds. Then again, Father probably has an older definition of free will.


 
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Julian spends one legend and activates Charmer.
 
Kish
He hesitates, the panic fading from his eyes. He blinks at Julian's words. "You're not a cop," he states firmly. "What are you...what do you want?"
Justanotherhero
Julian places his hand on Derleths shoulder in a borderline friendly gesture while smiling.

"Mr. Derleth you are supposed to be an educated man. Obviously Agents for cases like yours are not randomly selected.

Did it never occur to you that the people you are cooperating with had a reason to demand secrecy? Do you sincerely believe that in all of history you are the first to participate in such activities? You do not need to answer just think about it.

As to what I am: Possibly your pathway to a better existence. If that is what the committee deems appropriate.
Now: What exactly can you tell me about the organization that implies to 'give its members what they want'? Start with your first encounter."

 
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If he starts doing things he is not supposed to Julian is very willing to secure him and switch to a hold mouth closed while abducting target mode of operation. Since he asks questions Julian will not let go of him until another Scion has grabbed him.
 
Kish
He frowns. "I know exactly--I mean, if you're a cop, I'm not answering any questions without my lawyer present. And if you're not, I'm not..." that's when he tries to pull away and Julian grabs him.

 
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His tone is oddly low even as he refuses to cooperate; he doesn't seem about to yell for help.

Make a Dexterity+Brawl roll, Julian.

 (2d10)[ 10 ][ 5 ](15) 
 
Justanotherhero
Restraining divine monsters demands an extraordinary amount of effort and power. It requires channeling every ounce of strength, focus, and discipline to ensure that ancient, primal beasts do not tear through the fragile facade of modern infrastructure and civility.

With every fiber of his being, Julian directed his energy towards not  breaking the shoulder bones of a ignorant, arrogant criminal and it was not a small feat—it was a deliberate act of restraint.

Would things have been different if nobody was watching and Julian was given sole authority to decide how to proceed? Maybe some questions are best left unanswered.

Julians hand turned into stone insuring that Derleths shoulder moved no where. Doing his very best not to break bones in the process. If they broke the strength would have to come from Derleth. Otherwise what would the other Pantheons think?
Kish
Julian is able to immobilize the man. Any passersby will certainly notice that you're struggling, but he seems reticent to yell for help.
DeTess
Liliana leaned closer to Derleth and lowered her voice. "Now, my partner has been more than courteous to you, but you? You throw that into his face. My partner insisted on having a private chat, clear up any misunderstandings. But me?"

Liliana let a short pause fall, then continued, channeling the essence if every horrid cop she'd ever known. "I know a pervert when I see one. You could have gone after any number of people, but your number one target was a family with a little kid? If I was the senior officer here I'd have grabbed you of the street in a very public manner, and 'this guy planned to kidnap a little kid' would have been all over the social media channels before we even got you in the car. I've found this is a good way to make freaks like you talk, given that even the greatest fool knows that it'll be safer behind bars than in the streets once the people are out for blood."

She took a step back and got her wallet out, a sleek black leather affair that could conceivably hold a badge and government id, though she kept it closed to hide the fact that it didn't. "So what will it be, mr. Derleth? Will you take my partner's earnest offer for an informal chat to clear up this mess? Or shall I make this official and read out the charges and your rights here and now?" She raised her voice a little. Not enough to actually be overheard by a random passerby, but enough to imply the threat of a very public scene.
Kish
"Look, if you're arresting me, say so, I want a lawyer!" The man's voice is somewhere between whiny and indignant; he sounds afraid but if he feels guilt it's very well hidden.
DeTess
"Alright wise guy, let's do this the official way then." Lilliana gave him a scowl. "Harold Derleth, you're under arrest for planned kidnapping of an underage kid, amongst several other offences." She gave Julian a nod to start dragging him to the car. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." She skipped over the next little bit, given that the guy was clearly aware of his rights regarding a lawyer, and this whole show was more for the bystanders anyway, who'd only know the first two lines from TV shows anyway. "You can call your lawyer once we're at the precinct." She added more quietly. This was technically not a lie, since they had no intention of actually going to a police precinct, and if the guy did make it there, he could call all the lawyers he wanted ass far as she was concerned.