[Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem
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				Title: <strong>[Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 19:49:09</strong>
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				Some days being a Demigod amongst men was awesome. This was not one of those days.<br><br>Yuriko Watanabe was in the garage. The afternoon sunshine came down bright on her as she worked on changing the oil in her enchanted motorcycle, all to the tunes from a nearby stereo. She almost didn't feel the polite tap on her leg until it became persistent. She pulled her head out from under the bike to see her tennyo lover standing there, eyes filled with warm concern. In the spirit's hands was a scroll that bore the Imperial Seal of Yuriko's mother Amaterasu and a first-class plane ticket.<br><br>Amy Kalder was out skiing on a remote mountain in the Swiss Alps, far from the routes any sane mortal would dare traverse. The daughter of Uller had no such fear of death however. She shredded the the nearly sheer peak like it was a bunny slope, pulling the sorts of moves that wouldn't look out of place in a Hollywood action flick. She came out of a 1080-degree spin off the side of the mountain and into a long, level valley at it's base, kicking up snow as she went to the sounds of clapping. When she looked up, she saw the legendary Beowulf leaning against a rock, attired in ski clothes and with a twinkle in his eye that did not match the somber expression on his face. He was holding a plane ticket in one hand.<br><br>Alexander Cabbot came home from another night on the town. It was just the usual: a night of celebration after bringing down a mobbed-up high roller who had been shaking down the casinos in Vegas. He'd cleaned the arrogant hood out, humiliated him in front of his past victims, and managed to get himself and the victims out right before the feds showed up to bust his high-stakes illegal tournament. The fact that a bunch of criminal high-ups and middle managers got nabbed in the sting was a bonus. Alex had spread the wealth generously during the following night of partying and walked away with a very nice cut. Now as he walked to the door, he saw that locks were undone. Suspicious, he crept in slowly, hand on one of his throwing knives, but there was nothing that his enhanced senses could find. A thorough search showed nothing gone or out-of-place. The only thing that was different was a sealed letter and a plane ticket on his coffee table.<br><br>Johan Hartmond was in his office, on the phone with a client, when the call came to him. This was not a call that could be handled by a secretary. Not too many secretaries could handle the ghost of a dead Spartan, in full battle regalia, appearing through the floor of an office. Most secretaries wouldn't know what to do when said Spartan saluted sharply and held out a box made of one solid ruby that bore the seal of the King of the Underworld on it. And most secretaries would faint when hearing the aforesaid Spartan address their boss as "Prince of Hades, Tartarus, and Elysium" while speaking of an urgent message from the boss's father in the box. All in all, it was best that Johan's secretary didn't field this call.<br><br>Luke Xiang smashed the lookout through the wall of the empty studio, stabbing the end of his Ru Yi Jin Gu Bang staff into the surprised jiang-shi's heart before it could even react. The rest of the jiang-shi and the chaos cultists that had gathered to bomb the studio where Luke was supposed to be performing tomorrow for a "Making Of" episode of the Invisible War (Season One coming soon to DVD!) dropped their bombs and charged, drawing knives and baring fangs. The action star grinned. Less than two minutes later the vampires were dust, the unconscious cultists were tied up in the stage lighting, and the defused bombs were lying in a pile in the corner. His personal Shen Long appeared through the skylight and warmly greeted the son of the Monkey King before opening a talon to reveal an official notice from the Celestial Bureaucracy and a plane ticket.<br><br>Cleopatra Selene was in her office at the university, working late. Being a demigoddess had some advantages, like the stamina to work through the night past the time most mortals would have passed out into their books. She had grants to overlook, and the last term papers from students to grade. She left most of the students' work to her T.A.s but she had to put in <em>some</em> academic work to justify her tenure to the fussy school bureaucrats. Most of it was mind-numbing tedium, but it got her the resources for her real passion: archaeology. She was sifting through the letters when Jubal fluttered down from a bookcase and insistently poked his beak at a letter. It appeared no different than any other letter but when she opened it at Jubal's prodding she found an authentic papyrus scroll, addressed to her and sealed with the mark of Horus, Pharaoh of the Pesedjet and her divine patron. In contrast was a very modern plane ticket.<br><br>Erin Somov was officially off the clock. After turning in her latest report to her publishers (with references to the mythological stripped out and convenient explanations for the strange doings of a group of Scions out in Dunkirk), she was on her way to a nice restaurant to unwind. Being an embedded reporter in the war against the Titans was not an easy task, but it was a necessary one. Unfortunately for her, it was a job that was never done. Just as she reached her car, a crow swooped in with a note and a plane ticket clutched tightly in its' talon and landed right on the hood. There was no question that the daughter of the Morrigan was getting a message for her mother.<br><br>Andrew Patterson was just finishing up a case that, while small by his usual standards, meant everything to those he had helped. He had been enjoying some downtime in a mall when a couple had snatched a child in broad daylight, right from his parents' arms in the parking lot. They had managed to escape the scene but these mortal kidnappers could not hope to escape the divine senses and speed of a son of Agni. He had been on their trail even before the cops had arrived at the crime scene. By the time the responding officer had filed the report, Andrew had already tracked the kidnappers to their home, beat the tar out of both of them, and had the shaken boy safely waiting on the curb for the cops he had called. As he finished giving his report and left the scene, a burst of wind and heat had come over him. It was there and gone in an instant, and in his hand was a letter and a plane ticket.<br><br>The respective messages each Scion received were worded differently for each of them but they all conveyed the same basic message: The Persian Godrealm is being overwhelmed by the Titans as you read this. The Yazata are fighting a last-ditch effort on the slops of Mount Hukairya but they have sent word that Azhi Dahaka, a three-headed beast Fated to destroy a third of the World, is on the verge of being freed. Yazata Scions have already tried and failed to prevent the unbinding and the Yazata have sent for any aid they can get. Since you've proven to be talented at handling unusual problems, you've been selected to go to Iran, find the cultists at their last-known location, and stop them. You will be met at the airport by other selected Scions and a contact from the Yazata who can guide you to the place where their Scions last encountered the Titan worshippers. It goes without saying that failing and allowing a third of the World to be destroyed is not an option. I wish you the best of luck."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>OOC: And away we go! :) Feel free to have your characters meet up at the airport in Tehran, Iran or to detail how their preparations along the way. :)&nbsp; The tickets are all first-class, naturally. Even in a time of crisis the Gods are sending their kids in style. ^_^<br><br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 00:09:38</strong>
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				When Johan arrived at the terminal he set his bag down in the seat next to him and looked out over the tarmac and at the plane. He was dressed oddly for being in the middle of an airport with a black button up silk shirt, navy blue jeans, and shined black shoes. Yet over all of that was the deep black armor, stylized like the spartans and Greeks wore of old yet it was invisible to the average human. <br><br>He had already made arrangements with the plane company to have his firearms stored under lock and key in the cockpit. The company seemed apprehensive at first but when he bought out half the company's shares they had little choice but to accept his wishes. It was a shame that the moment they landed the shares would be sold off. Still he wondered why the children of the gods were taking a commercial plane. He had worked with many of them before, why not take the company jet? It wasn't like he or it hadn't been to Iran to handle business deals before, though it was a shame that they never managed to seal any deals. Whatever the case he was sure that the gods had a method to this madness, he only wished he knew what that method was.
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				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 05:43:25</strong>
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				Yuriko had to call in a lot of favors and make a whole lot of trading including giving up her limited edition Noble Gundam statue but she was able to get her sword shipped and past the Iranian custom. Making sure the peace bond was still intact she slips it back into the cloth wrapping that she had it in and wraps it back up and ties it tight before sliding the strap over her shoulder.<br><br>“Hmm... alright then I guess I should see if I can find this contact that I am supposed to meet.” she says as she picks up her bag and heads to the rendezvous point.
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				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 08:10:45</strong>
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				Alexander strolled his way to the rendez-vous point, carrying no luggage or bags at all.&nbsp; The only things he carried were what he was wearing: tan coloured long shorts, a white t-shirt, comfortable sneakers and a couple of accessories.&nbsp; Alexander liked to travel light, since sometimes he needed to leave in a hurry, and the Veil of Hermes met any requirements he needed in terms of dress.&nbsp; The lack of luggage had earned him a lot of odd looks, and a few questions from the receptionist, but any clothes he needed could be bought on a need-to basis.&nbsp; Even after the partying in Las Vegas, he still had plenty of cash after his little sting operation.<br><br>The flight over to Iran had been nice and relaxing, with a happy lack of adventure during the trip.&nbsp; It had been a long time since he had been on a first-class flight and Alexander happily enjoyed the amenities, as well as flirting with the cute flight attendants.&nbsp; Nothing came out of it since Alexander wasn't interested in mortal relations, and the flight attendants had picked up on that, so it had been more for fun and joint amusement.&nbsp; All in all, a happy beginning to what would be another dive into peril, surviving on his wits and quick tongue, with his life hanging on a knife's edge.&nbsp; Alexander grinned: it was going to be fun.<br><br>Seeing a familiar face made him grin all the wider.<br>"Yuriko!" Alexander shouted, cheerfully waving to get her attention. "Yuriko!&nbsp; I should have known I'd see you here."
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				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 15:55:07</strong>
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				Yuriko looks up at the sound of her name being called out by a familiar voice. “ Hey there Alex. How are you doing?” she says as she walks over to him. “I guess this isn't as bad as they make it out to be if they are bringing you in.” she chides as she sets her backpack down to give him a hug. <br><br>Breaking away from the hug she gives him a good look over before picking her pack back up. “So I see you are still going light as always. Course I can't say much seeing as I go pretty light these days myself.” &nbsp;she says as she indicates her light backpack and sword.
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				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 01:49:27</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Cleopatra had been pacing in her office, idly finishing certain finals that she felt needed her personal review as well as going over the new grants. All this was just delaying the fates, she had found out about their plan, and as crude as it might be it was effective. She had considered several responses, withdrawing from the area had seemed reasonable except she had to finish out the school semester and it would just delay them till some point where she would truly be surprised and at their mercy. No, she had decided it would be best if she faced them head on, after all it would not hurt too much and she should survive.<br>Then Jubal had poofed in and dropped to her desk prodding at a letter she had ignored. She opened it and read the hieroglyphs and shook her head. “The Persian’s again?! How often do we have to pull their asses out of a situation? Wasn’t that mess with Iraq enough??” Cleopatra had just finished reading when the door opened and several other professors came in. “Dr Antony, would you mind joining us down in the main hall. The students want to thank you and wish you a happy retirement.”<br>Cleopatra turned and her elder persona that she wore sighed. The grey hair was perfectly and elegantly combed and her deep violet eyes still held strength of steel. The fine cut skirt and suit showed that even her 70 year old body was slim and trim. So she let herself be led to the ‘surprise’ ambush. One would think that after over 2000 years you would get used to being honored and being famous but unlike her famed mother she never really felt comfortable in these sorts of settings.<br>It was of course loud and though many of her students were there so was cast and crew from Star Gate. The famed Doctor had been an advisor for several years even writing one episode and everyone had always liked her even if she seemed to know more than everyone else put together and had an ancient feel.<br>The party dragged on for several hours till finally she was able to get free. She gathered her things and made it to the garage where her driver and car waited. “To the house Henry…don’t stop!”<br><br>As she walked through the door into her southern California house she felt the power. She had many objects and items from some her digs and from other places adorning the house and it gave the place a ‘special’ feel. Her stride took her into her inner sanctum and through a set of hidden doors and it was as if stepping through them changed her. The aged face smoothed and her body filled as she dropped the cloths from her…finally standing naked the beautiful woman with vibrant purple eyes raised her hands before the great statute of Horus and murmured a prayer. <br><br>It had taken very little to convince the US Customs that the old oiled colt in its protective case and in baggage was no threat and the rest of her ‘gear’ no one noticed …the illusion that covered them kept eyes from seeing them. She had changed clothing. Tight white leather pants hugged her legs and hips like a second skin and drew many looks from various males and even a few females. The tight pearly white t-shirt hugged her torso and outlined her full breasts and over it she wore a long white duster.&nbsp; The white leather knee boots form fitted her calves and feet.<br>The flight had been quiet and gave her time to rest and to reflect on what a long time 2000 years actually was. Her eyes scanned the area as the flight descended and then she walked down the stairs carrying single bag she took a deep breath and scented others. <br>Two of the Dodekatheon at least as well as an Amatsukami were here and she could scent more. Her eyes, behind mirrored shades, were searching the area and spotted them almost immediately. A Japanese girl in a very tight shorts and showing too much skin for the culture and a Caucasian male. She rolled her eyes behind the glasses and wondered if they even noticed how out of place they looked compared to the Muslim and Arabs around them.<br>She showed a leather holder to one of the Iranian officers and they nodded and straightened and bowed, hurrying to retrive her baggage. Slipping the holder back into a pocket and taking the small case handed to her from the plane, she strode toward the two very out of place scions. Her long white duster billowed behind her in the dry air.</span></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 02:21:07</strong>
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				Alexander laughed as he returned Yuriko's hug, going as far as lifting up the petite woman off the ground, "I'm wounded little girl, absolutely wounded that you think about me that way.&nbsp; Things will be much more fun now that I'm here."<br><br>Letting her down and breaking away from the hug, Alex shrugged, "I figured if things are as bad as the message suggested, we'll end up being on the move constantly and I have no love for unpacking, packing and lugging around suitcases repeatedly.&nbsp; Besides, if I desperately need something from home, I'll just pop-over and grab what I need."<br><br>Commotion from behind peaked Alexander's curiousity.&nbsp; Sensing no danger, Alexander casually looked over his shoulder at first and then did a quick double-take as he eyed the approaching figure.&nbsp; Though he didn't have any special senses in detecting other scions, it wasn't hard to guess judging by how the ordinary mortals were reacting as she walked towards Alexander and Yuriko.&nbsp; Dipping his head in acknowledgement to the approaching scion, the distinctive color of her eyes jostled an interesting memory.<br><br>"Egypt," he began, "I met you in Egypt, when I popped out of Duat and had to deal with Sesheps.&nbsp; You were at the nearby dig.&nbsp; And a hell of a lot older looking."
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 03:05:48</strong>
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				"Hmm, interesting." Luke sat down on one of the nearby cultists, eliciting a grunt from the man. No doubt he would have had something nastier to say, but the gag was ensuring he was keeping his thoughts to himself. <em>Sun, sand and rampaging monsters .. sounds like my kind of fun.</em> he thought, pulling out his phone and flipping it open. He stood up, crossed the stage floor, pushed the door to the set open and walked outside.<br><br>"Hey Chu-en. Yeah, it's me. I'm good. No, just a little light workout here at the studio. The tip off was right, but this crowd would have been better at amateur night, you know? Yeah, can you arrange a clean up crew to .. yeah, thanks, perfect. What would I ever do without you?" He chuckled at the commentary in answer to that question. "Listen, can you let the others know I need to take off for a bit? His nibs turned up with an official request. I have to head over to the mid east and kick some horrible gribbly around, put it back in its pit so it doesn't go and devastate a third of the world or something. Yeah, pretty routine stuff. Tell Vince I'll bring him back a water pipe and some flavoured tobacco."<br><br>He took a quick look at the note he held, listening to the phone. "Nope, flight is already sorted. I think I'd probably be faster myself, but me doing mach 1 on a cloud would probably freak the locals." He chuckled again. "No, don't know how long I'm going to be over there. I'll figure out more once I'm on the ground. Listen, can you pull me up a language course of the local lingo, tribal dialects, and whatever all else you think would be good? Oh, sorry, Iran. Actually, see if you can upload a few language packs for the neighbouring countries too. You never know, they might come in useful."<br><br>He gave a small chuckle and put on an overdone Sean Connery accent. "You're a shaint, Moneypenny. Shee you later then."<br><br>- - - - -<br><br>Some few hours later, he was strolling through the international terminal of Tehran airport, pulling a suitcase along behind him. "Yuriko!" The shout probably wouldn't have registered on most people's hearing, but then, Scions weren't most people. Luke altered his course towards the shout, the voice sounding somewhat familiar. He snagged a lamb kebab from a food vendor, taking a little opportunity to practice his latest language, and then headed on, munching away happily.<br><br><em>There we go.</em> he thought, nodding to himself as he first heard the familiar western tones again, then spotted the young man responsible for them. "I guess they're really hard up for help if they let you in here." he said as he got close to conversational range. "How's it going? Haven't seen you since .. Vegas, wasn't it?"<br><br>He gave a polite nod towards the young Japanese woman, and turned to see who the other one was that was being addressed. His eyes lit up at the sight of another, even more familiar face, and one he could tease too. "Helllllllllllllllooooooooooooo, nurse." he said, grinning broadly.
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				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:43:43</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">The woman stopped, as a dark eyebrow arched up in regal look of annoyance. Her deep purple eyes shifted from the young man then to other ‘male’. Looking back to ‘Alexander’ her voice was an exotic blend of accents. “That was one of my personas, Dr. Cleo Antony, archeologist. And you are, Alexander Bartholomew Cabbot, and your sire was hmmm…Hermes, you do realize you left a mess in Duat. You have no idea how difficult it is currently keeping the dead contained.”<br><br>Turning to the other ‘male’. “Monkey boy!! The Persians are really desperate. Let’s get one thing straight you and me.” Cleo has stepped right up to Luke and pokes him in the chest. “You grab my ass or any other part of me again and I will see to it that you are buried up to your neck in the sand and bound with chains from all 10 underworlds and then let the sun bake what little brains you have into a mush!!”<br><br>Turning to the female Cleo looks her up and down with eyes that are almost as powerful in their presence as Amaterasu. “You are one of the Amatsukami, if I had to guess either a scion of Tsuki-Yomi or hmm Amaterasu. If you can, then cover up. You are showing too much skin for this culture and we may be scions but we work within the mortals concepts or fate binds us in ways we may not want!”<br><br>To the threesome, “All of you be aware that this is the heart of the radical Islamic world so act with respect and be careful.&nbsp; Though Honestly I expect all of you to piss off half the terrorists in the world and then if you survive, run home crying”</span></span>
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				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 05:36:43</strong>
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				“Hey I am not little. I am just vertically challenged.” &nbsp;Yuriko replies to Alexander with a laugh. “Yea well some of us don't have the luxury of popping back home to get anything they need at a moments notice. Besides I can't leave my laptop behind never know when it will come in handy.” &nbsp;she adds with a wink.<br><br>Turning to see who Alex was looking at she did not recognize the woman but she did recognize the Asian guy coming up behind her as he bowed to her. “Oh Luke-san I am hurt that you don't recognize me. I helped you out with that fiasco at Splatter-Con a few years back. I was the succubus remember.” &nbsp;<br><br>As the other female steps up to her and tells her to cover up Yuriko's eyebrow arches up in slight annoyance as she replies to her. “I have you know Missy I am more covered than you are. What did you do paint those leather pants on this morning or what.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>(OOC) Yuriko is actually wearing a pair of blue jeans, Hello kitty t-shirt and a hello kitty windbreaker. Not the outfit in the picture.
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				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 06:25:27</strong>
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				"Man, I'm getting no love today from anyone," Alexander grinned as Luke made his way towards them.&nbsp; "And you're wrong Monkey Prince,&nbsp; Vegas was the first time we met.&nbsp; The last time was Taiwan, which I recall helping you out."<br><br>Stepping back and listening to the interplay between Cleo and the other scions, Alexander tried to contain it at first, covering his mouth and deliberately turning away.&nbsp; Yuriko's retort though broke his restraint.&nbsp; Alexander burst into laughter, rich in tone and volume, earning some odd looks from mortals passing by.&nbsp; &nbsp;Bent over, holding his waist, he struggled to wipe away tears in his eyes.<br><br>"Oh wow, any god listening in is going to think we're a sorry bunch," Alexander began once he calmed down a bit.&nbsp; "Now Cleo, play nice with the other scions, don't make me have you stand in the corner all by yourself.&nbsp; I'll have to let your father know and he's not going to be very happy."<br><br>"Look, it's going to be alright.&nbsp; Sure the Persians are having it rough but we're here now and we can handle this.&nbsp; I mean, Winter Comiket was illustrative of how well Yuriko and I can work together, Luke and I pulled through bad odds in Vegas and the bad guys gave up the ghost in Taiwan," Alexander continues, deadpan throughout the bad puns.&nbsp; "And as for Duat, so things were in a grave condition when I left it but it was bad when I got there in the first place.&nbsp; I wasn't even supposed to be there."<br><br>Taking a look around, Alexander spotted what he was looking for and pointed, "Airport bar.&nbsp; Let's grab a friendly drink or two while we wait for whoever is left to show up."
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				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 07:01:19</strong>
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				Wearing jeans and a leather jacket over a green tank top, Amy easily passed through customs, carrying a duffel bag with diplomatic markings over one shoulder.&nbsp; Her credentials couldn't possibly have been faker, of course, but the mortals weren't likely to know that (no matter how obviously she stood out in a crowd)...and it just wouldn't do to confront titanspawn without her skeggox.<br><br>Cocking her head for a moment, she listened to the many voices in the airport terminal, before heading in the direction where she was hearing talk about gods and Fate...
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 16:14:07</strong>
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				"What, we're just bonding." said Luke with a grin. "Team bondage is always a good idea." He gave Cleo an amusing look. "After all, she's all for it, already getting the chains ready. I'm more a tie-er than a tie-ee though, just so's you know. As for pissing off terrorists, well, if that happens I'm sure my suave charm will soon convince them of the error of their ways."<br><br>He glanced around the others. "Any of the rest of you speak any of the local languages? I got a crash course on the way over, so I'm good, but reading and speaking are unfortunately two different things."
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				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 20:09:59</strong>
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				“I could go for a drink.” &nbsp;Yuriko replies to Alex with a shrug of her shoulders.<br><br>When Luke makes mention of speaking the local language Yuriko points a thumb over toward Cleo. “Heh I am sure miss stick up her butt can speak the local language seeing as she is so keen on pointing out the obvious. As for me I am not to shabby with the local language myself. Then of course there isn't that many languages I can't figure out giving a few minutes whether written, spoken, or other.” &nbsp;<br><br>She then turns to look over at the woman. “So anyway what is your name or should I just refer to you as miss stick up your butt.”
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 01:33:42</strong>
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				As the group gathered Johan stood up and collected his bag, moving to join them and stopping to hear the comment about terrorists. He reached up, pulling off the helmet of his armor though to the average person it likely would have looked like him running a hand through his hair. "Assuming they dont want a fight and cant be manipulated so easily, theres always finnacial compensation." he commented as he approached the outer ring of the circle of Scion's. <br><br>"It has been a long time since I saw any of you, I apologize for not keeping in touch. Business keeps me busier then I care to be. Seems like dad and I barely have anytime to be father and son in the warmer months. It has its benefits though, dealing with middle eastern military's has made me fluent in Arabic. We wont have any problem talking with them..." He paused then, paying a look to Yuriko with a gentlemanly smile. "A drink would be nice though, something local with a good taste."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 06:05:41</strong>
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				“Eh...” &nbsp;Yuriko queries as she looks at the newcomer as she tries to remember if she has ever seen him before. “Hmm... I don't think we ever met.” she says as she looks him over. “Not unless you had been to one of my photo sessions but then those things are rather crowded so it is easy to be lost in a sea of people and camera flashes.”<br><br>“Anyway my names Yuriko and it is a pleasure to meet you.” she says as she wraps one of her hands around his waist and the other around Alex's. <br><br>Looking up at Cleo she gives her a playful wink. “Seeing as you and Luke-san seems to have a good relation you can have him.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 15:52:38</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=86129.msg3797672#msg3797672">Quote from: avorae on 20-10-2010, 20:09:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She then turns to look over at the woman. “So anyway what is your name or should I just refer to you as miss stick up your butt.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">It was surprising to say the least, here was a girl maybe all of 20 years old calling her stuck up! The nerve. Then she took a breath and the others could see a calmness settle over her features. Maybe it was the region, Cleo did not like Iran, it held to many bad memories. Maybe it was the war, she had seen too many scions die serving their gods’ desires. Maybe it was simply she was feeling old.<br><br>The child had asked her name as others moved to join the growing knot of people here on the concourse. <br>“I have had many names, child. Queen, princess, living goddess, warrior, pirate, slave, mistress, doctor, pilot. Currently I am called Lady Celina Antony. My given name though is,". as she spoke something changed…her posture became regal and it was as if a 1000 spirits stood with her in a line unbroken.&nbsp; <em><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“I am Cleopatra Selene II, or if you prefer Cleopatra VIII, my mother was Queen Cleopatra VII the last true pharaoh of Egypt and my father was&nbsp; Mark Antony. I am the last blood of the royal line of Egypt.”</span></em><br><br>Cleopatra breaths out and she seems to diminish, as if she dampens a presence, hiding it away. For a moment, a heartbeat, there stood a Pharaoh and a Queen. <br><br>“You can call me Lady Antony or Selene.”<br><br>There was a deep sense of age in her eyes as well as a loss as she turned with the others toward the concourse bar. Her eyes look over the male that walks up and then scan the crowd picking out the platinum blonde working her way toward them. <br><br>“I would suggest that full introductions can wait till we find a table as I see at least one other headed this way”<br><br>She walked toward the bar clearly ignoring the monkey boy as if he was a lower form of life. Her white duster billowed around her as she headed toward the bar!<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 20:56:15</strong>
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				"Nope, don't speak a word of the local dialect.&nbsp; I'll pick it up quick though, so I'm not worried about language barriers.&nbsp; Besides, I'm dressed as a dumb American tourist, so it helps the disguise if I'm actually clueless for awhile."<br><br>Seeing Johan approach them, Alexander gave him a nod of acknowledgement.&nbsp; Hearing his apology made him shrug and smile.<br>"I wouldn't worry about it, Johan.&nbsp; I've been kept a little busy too, been bounced around quite a bit lately and the Strip just keeps on getting busier.&nbsp; Seems like crooked gambling joint are in fashion now and made high rollers are flocking over there like crazy.&nbsp; Makes it convenient hitting them all up and taking them for all they're worth but I don't like having my feet nailed down to one place."<br>Feeling Yuriko's arm wrap around his waist, Alexander looked down and raised Yuriko an eyebrow, "Though I guess our 'vertically challenged' Asian is going to encourage closer contact.&nbsp; I hope you know Yuriko I'm not fond of sharing."<br>Winking at her to show he was joking, Alexander rested his arm on her head, "Ah, perfect height.&nbsp; Don't you ever change girl."<br><br>Alexander whistled at Cleo's introduction, mildly impressed, "Quite the distinguished lineage.&nbsp; Not bad, I think you're the second royal personage I've met ever since I met pops."<br>"By the way Luke, I don't think she likes you," Alexander teased, his expression deadpan.&nbsp; "Box of chocolates and roses aren't going to smooth this one over.&nbsp; She acts like the types that'd eat the roses and spit the thorns at you.&nbsp; You're going to have a lot of fun aren't you?"<br><br>"Anyways, a gin martini is calling my name and I hate to disappoint."<br>Heading over towards the bar, Alexander spotted the other scion and waved her over to join them at the bar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 22:24:53</strong>
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				"She's so coy when she plays hard to get." said Luke, watching Cleo turn around and walk off. He gave the newcomer a once over, but since a couple of the others seemed to know him, well, that was likely as good a recommendation as he was going to get.&nbsp; As the trio moved off he fell into step with them.<br><br>He gave a nod towards the newcomer, holding up his hand in a 'hi' gesture. "I'm Luke." he said by way of introduction, "But most people call me Trouble." he continued with a grin. "I take after dad that way. Not quite up to the level of his exploits as an up and comer, but hey, the day is yet young."<br><br>He glanced around as they headed towards the bar, half playing the tourist card, taking in the sights and sounds to acclimatise himself to them, but also to check if their contact might be anywhere nearby ... or anything else of interest for that matter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 03:11:29</strong>
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				“Well you can always go solo then.” she replies to Alex as she gives him a sly smile. “Besides you did promise a girl a drink so I aim to collect.” &nbsp;she adds as she stirs both him and Johan toward the bar. <br><br>“So tell me what is a good local drink around here. I may be fluent in the language but I know nothing about their drinks.” &nbsp;she asks her two compatriots as she makes her way to the bar.<br><br>“Oh and don't worry Alex-san I don't plan on changing anytime soon. I am having way to much fun just being myself.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 08:17:18</strong>
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				"Its not my real name but when Im out doing business for the Dodekatheon I go by Lycus. Dad wanted me to have that name but he lost the coin flip. Considering where we are, its probably best to use my Greek given name. I already look to American as is." He shrugged after that, letting them digest it before he threw out what was usually a curve ball. "My real name is Johan Hartmond." he stated plainly. He knew anyone paying attention to the business world would recognize that name as the CEO of a major military and private security hardware designer that sold weapons, armor, and specialty equipment to almost every country in the world: Hadey's industries. Johan had always enjoyed that little bit of humor, manipulating the name so eloquently to say that Hades was on earth and watching the world, ever the miser as he took back things stolen from his realm. Usually wealth but sometimes he and Johan would take back the dead as well. <br><br>Shrugging again he sweeped up his two bags, one packed with clothes and the other his weapons then looked back to the others. "Anyone else? Drinks are on me." he said with a mischevious smile. It didnt matter what they wanted to get, how long they wanted to party, or even where they would go, he was planning to write this entire trip off
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scya</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 16:31:27</strong>
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				After she had obtained the message from her mother she called her Boss to tell him about her desire to investigate the current situation in the Iran watching the results of the green revolution&nbsp; and without the dread specter of&nbsp; Travel Expanses looming over him he gladly allowed it telling that&nbsp; after her time as a embedded reporter and reports an other hellholes this should be easy, if she will be able to show some tact.<br><br>With this Problem out of the way Erin&nbsp; drove home to prepare&nbsp; for her flight to Tehran. Calling a lesser fair one to feed the ravens while she was away was simple and then she just had to make some personal calls before she was packing her stuff and went to the airport.<br><br>Erin sighted&nbsp; Not only had her flight been uncomfortable because she had a bad dream she was&nbsp; also&nbsp; delayed because of some problems with refilling it in Ankara. Even if a bad dream was something that most Scions ignored if you are a seer it was usually better to be careful with dismissing such a think. And to make this chaos better she&nbsp; also had no idea where she would meet those other Scions and how she should recognize them except for trusting Fate. At least this time there was no one trying to kill her after a long distance flight.<br>Dressed in a pair of robust jeans and a long manteau in a dark grey&nbsp; and a vivid red scarf that she used to hide her Hair she walked around after having no problems with the Customs whit her Press pass balanced with her ability to speak Dari accented Farsi. <em>Lets get some caffeine</em> she thought to herself while she started to walk&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 06:20:29</strong>
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				Amy maneuvered herself nearer to the other Scions, clearing her throat audibly with a smile as she approached.&nbsp; "Is this a private party, or can anyone join?"&nbsp; Her eyes flicked to Luke for an instant.&nbsp; "And for the love of the Gods, please tell me Rasputin isn't involved this time," she added much more quietly, turning to glance around the airport.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scya</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 15:12:56</strong>
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				Reaching the bar she recogniced some famillar faces and walked over to them offering her hand while she greetet those she already know with a friendly ribbing" It seems that I have found the other beople that have been invited over here. Hi Luke it seems the shit has hit the fan&nbsp; if they invite you." She nodded torwards Alexander. "Hi I nearly didn't recognise you in this outfit." &nbsp;And then she saw cleos Eyes. " Oh , now I see that they get the big guns out," &nbsp;More formal and with a boved head "be greeted Lady Cleopatra. And for thise that do not already know me, I am Zoya Erin Somov pleased to meet you.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 01:43:13</strong>
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				"Pretty sure Rasputin is out." replied Luke. "Last place I saw him was being impaled on the sword of The Motherland Calls, and then that getting hit by lightning or some kind of power flare." he continued. "Then again, I guess it's not impossible ... he could have come back. I'm not sure this looks to have any of his fingerprints on it though."<br><br>He turned as Erin approached, having caught her scent coming towards them. "Hey." he responded, raising his own hand. "What can I say, where there is shit&nbsp; flinging, you know where you're going to find me causing trouble."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 07:59:52</strong>
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				"I think this party is about to get started," Alexander answered the platinum blond that joined them, "since my generous friend here decided that drinks are on him.&nbsp; And while it's a bit of select group, I'm guessing you were on the guest list."<br><br>Guiding Johan and Yuriko to the airport bar, Alexander found a likely spot to accommodate the group and pulled out the chairs for the ladies before plopping down himself.&nbsp; Alexander flicked through the bar menu, scanning through the variety of drinks available.<br>"Pretty standard stuff here.&nbsp; No five-class drinking joint here, but definitely serviceable."<br><br>As the lounge server approached them, Alexander smiled at the server.<br>"Gin martini, stirred."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 05:19:26</strong>
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				“I'll take a Shirley Temple with extra cherries please.” &nbsp;Yuriko says to the Server before returning her attentions back to the group.&nbsp; <br><br>“Hmm.. yea I have heard of a Johan Hartmond. You are some big shot CEO of a weapons company that your dad started up or something.” she replies to Johan as she gives a slight nod. “In fact I think me and my friends did some work for one of your company's demo events at Tokyo once.”<br><br>“So anyway for those who I have not meet yet my name is Yuriko Watanabe it is a pleasure to meet you all.” &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 00:05:16</strong>
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				"...Um, nice to meet you," Amy said a bit too quickly, having done a double take upon looking closely at Yuriko.&nbsp; She fished several thousand-rial notes out of her bag and conferred with the server quietly in rapid Farsi, before turning back to the group.&nbsp; "Amy Kalder.&nbsp; My dad's Uller," she clarified.&nbsp; It was a bit odd to discuss this sort of thing out in the open, but then, she rather doubted anyone not involved in the supernatural would recognize the Snow God's name.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 01:54:54</strong>
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				"Just a coke for me." said Luke. "I'm not really much of a one for drinking. Never found anything I really cared for the taste of." He looked around as people got settled in at the bar. "So, anyone got anything beyond the bare minimum on what's going on here? I did a little reading up on the big bad, and it sounds a charming type. Giant, three headed dragon, so maybe we can get it argueing with itself. That could be kinda funny to see." he added, grinning. <br><br>"Now, the name also comes across as Zahhak. Interestingly, Zahhak Castle is the name of an ancient ruin in East Azarbaijan, Iran which according to various experts, was inhabited from the second millennia BC until the Timurid era. First excavated in the 19th century by British archeologists, Iran's Cultural Heritage Organization has been studying the structure in 6 phases. Might be something, might be nothing, but if that's where our gribby is really hiding, an archeological dig would be good cover for anyone trying to dig him up."<br><br>He glanced across at Cleo. "Don't suppose you've had any dealings with that, have you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scya</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 02:26:33</strong>
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				"A black coffee for me please."She orders something while watching her group for a moment " I just had time for a crash curse regarding him but i read that he should have been a worshipper of Vayu and Anahita. Of course this is most likely not true but it might be that those to know something more about this serpent. Regarding the mountain where he shall be buried Mount Damavand seems to be the most likely candidate at least according to mortal authorities on this. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 03:54:18</strong>
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				Andrew Patterson, Scion of Agni, and hopeful Devas God of Justice, walked into the airport from the international terminal where he'd arrived.&nbsp; A bag was slung over his shoulder, which carried nearly all of his earthly possessions.&nbsp; The only missing piece - his Rune motorcycle - was being brought around front for transportation.&nbsp; <br><br>Andrew had gotten into Iran four hours ago, but he'd only been released from customs because of a few 'suspect' items that he'd brought into the country.&nbsp; One was the motorcycle, and the other two were the Birthright weapons that he'd been given by his father - his Luger pistol being one; the other his 'most very favorite gun,' the Chicago Typewriter, bane of titanspawn and lawbreakers everywhere.<br><br>The language barrier hadn't been the problem, it was convincing the mortals that he wasn't going on a killing spree, he was just here to show them to a potential buyer.&nbsp; Forms he had to fill out, lies he had to tell - easy for him - and so on.&nbsp; At last, though, they had allowed him and his possessions into the country, and now he was set to rendezvous with other Scions that he'd heard were in the area.<br><br>He picked them up, soon enough.&nbsp; A Tuatha, a Celestial, an Amatsu, an Aesir, a Dodek, and a Pesed.&nbsp; No, wait...two Dodeks, there was an echo effect.&nbsp; Strolling in, he noted the only group that <em>had</em> to be them - whites and Asians in a mostly Arabic country?&nbsp; <em>Please.</em><br><br>His first words to the group were brief.&nbsp; "Is anyone else coming?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 04:42:13</strong>
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				“I see you are still not much for words Andrew. I haven't seen you since that incident in Okinawa. You still doing the bounty hunter gig or what.” &nbsp;Yuriko says as she waves to him.<br><br>“As for your question we are still waiting for our Contact to show.” &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 04:46:22</strong>
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				Andrew signaled that he'd heard Yuriko and seen her wave.&nbsp; "It's a 'Private Investigator,' Yuriko.&nbsp; Bounty hunter makes me sound like I'm some overpaid thug with big guns and not enough brains."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 04:50:18</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=86129.msg3821980#msg3821980">Quote from: ReijiTabibito on 27-10-2010, 04:46:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Andrew signaled that he'd heard Yuriko and seen her wave.&nbsp; "It's a 'Private Investigator,' Yuriko.&nbsp; Bounty hunter makes me sound like I'm some overpaid thug with big guns and not enough brains."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>“Well that typewriter you carry fits the bill on part of your statement at least.”&nbsp; she says with a shrug. “Besides not all bounty hunters are overpaid thugs with big guns and not enough brains. Some actually prefer there big muscles.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 10:49:39</strong>
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				As the drinks started to come Johan handed one of his credit cards to the waitress so they could see his credit line. "Drinks for our group are on me. I would like a coke too." he told her before sitting down at the table. "Unfortunately dad didnt get the chance to tell me anything himself and hes usually more precise then messengers. Does anyone know anything else about the situation?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 17:51:56</strong>
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				"I might be able to help with that."<br><br>The soft voice came from behind the group. The words were in English but with a strong Arabic accent. When they looked, they would see a young man, no older than nineteen or twenty, dressed in ripped blue jeans and a button-down shirt that had once been white but was now beige from dirt and sweat. A torn brown fedora covered his curly, short black hair and shaded skin that was soft brown of the desert sands at dawn. He had at least a week's worth of tangled beard and smelled as if he hadn't seen a shower in a while. Despite his battered appearance, there was an otherworldly handsomeness about him that attracted the eyes of many a passing female, and even a few males, though far more covertly.<br><br>He took a seat unasked, half-melted tennis shoes squeaking heavily on the airport's gleaming floor. "Anoushirvan Al-Ahmed, son of Anahita." He released a deep breath. "If...Mother...still lives that is." He looked at the others. "Mother told me that you would be coming and that I should help you. Sorry to be eavesdropping and rude, but it's been a horrible week. I'm...not really sure how this all is supposed to work." He wiped his forehead with a smudged handkerchief, pounded his complimentary glass of water in a gulp, then took a deep breath and began.<br><br>"About two weeks ago I was in New York City, part of an exchange program my university has. Then Mother appeared to me. I didn't know that she was my mother. If you'd asked me a month ago I would have told you that gods belonged in mythology class. I'm...I <em>was</em> a Journalism major. But...well...she knew things. She was insistent. She gave me some weird stuff, and Awrang, my <em>Peri</em>, and demanded that I come back here to help fight a group she said was trying to release something called Azhi Dahaka." He raised his hands in a warding gesture. "Don't ask me what exactly it is or why we had to go there. I have no idea. Mother just dropped me off with a bunch of strangers and we went to some weird place that I don't think is on any map. Armagan, the one who opened the way, called it a Terra something-or-other and it was beneath a mountain. We traveled for quite some time, and then we ran into the problem Mother described. <br><br>There's a cave far beneath the mountain, or wherever we were by then, and in it there's a pit. In the pit, there's a three-headed thing. A snake? A dragon? Maybe a lizard? I didn't get a good look. Truth be told, I didn't really want to know. We'd fought some strange things on the way to the place. And by we, I mean the others. I'm not a fighter. I'd kind of lost track of all the weird stuff by then. But there was a <em>ton</em> of the creatures near the edge of the pit. There were people too, dressed in funny robes and chanting in something that kind of sounds like Arabic but there were a lot of other words in there. Phrases and words that I don't think have been used in a long time. Linguistics wasn't my best class but some of those words sounded pretty ancient and they seemed to spook Christophe. He was the guy who knew about all the magic stuff and he said it was some of seal-breaker or anti-curse or something. Something that would unleash the creature and we had to stop it." He looked away. "Well...we tried."<br><br>He sighed. "It was a damned massacre, and that's putting it mildly. We didn't have a chance against all those monsters and cultists. Farzad, Fereiba, and Arma, they were our toughest. Demigods, they called themselves. They held out the longest. I don't even want to remember what they did to Asai once they got over being stunned by her prettiness. Christophe and I...well, we tried to get them back for that but Christophe got speared and Awrang died saving me. I don't know what happened to Farzad and Fereiba, but Arma covered me. Said someone had to get the word back to our parents. I'm, I <em>was</em>, the fastest of all of us. She covered me all the way back to the gate and told me to start running as soon as we got to it. Start running and never stop until someone on our side knew what was about to happen. So I did." He bit his lip. "I...I heard her scream, just as the gate closed behind me. I don't know what happened, and I didn't look back. I just kept running until I got to Tehran, and Mother showed up. She said that someone named Mithra was sending for help, but that her home was being overrun. She wanted me to help you guys when you get here, and guide you back to where the creature was. I don't know how to get into the portal, but I know how to get there and remember the way from the other side. I made a map on the way down, in case we got lost." He patted his shirt pocket. "So, yeah. Mother said that it's kind of important we stop this thing from getting loose, and I'd like to do something to make sure the others didn't die for no reason."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 23:05:27</strong>
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				Luke moved to where the young man sat and laid a hand on his shoulder. "You did the right thing." he said, quietly. "It may not feel like it now .. you may feel you should have stayed, fought with the rest, but you got out with information that is going to prove important."<br><br>"If you only received your visitation a few weeks ago, then there is no way you were ready to take on something as big and nasty as this thing sounds to be. You got a lot of growing to do before you're as big and ugly as me." he added, with a smile, trying to lighten the boys mood a bit. <br><br>"Now, we need to ask you about the things you saw and heard there. Reliving it isn't likely to be a whole lot of fun, but every piece of information you can give us is a weapon now. We need to know who and what was trying to free the monster. What kind of magics you saw used, any titanspawn .. lesser monsters .. anything that might help us figure out what is waiting for us, so we can go and kick them all the way to the Hell of Wailing and Suffering."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 00:19:07</strong>
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				"Well, now we know," Alexander said blandly after a silent pause.&nbsp; He tried to gather up his thoughts but Anoushirvan Al-Ahmed's words left him drumming his fingers lightly on the lounge table.&nbsp; It looked liked bad odds.&nbsp; In fact, it was bad odds, that's why Alexander and the other scions were summoned here to help out in the first place.&nbsp; However, words on a letter didn't convey the grimness of their situation as much as verbal confirmation from the sole survivor.&nbsp; Admittedly, everyone here was a demigod with a long record of experience, but it wouldn't matter if the enemy was too big to take on.<br>"There's a trick," Alexander softly murmured his mantra to himself, "there's always a trick."<br>Drawing strength from it, Alexander refrained from smiling as a whir of possibilities began to pop-up inside his head.&nbsp; There was a challenge, with low-odds and high stakes, to pit his all against.&nbsp; It was going to be exciting.<br><br>"Places like the one under the mountain are called Terra Incognita, and Luke is right, we're going to need to know everything we can about that place.&nbsp; It might even be necessary to research what we can while we head over there, sifting through various legends to see what kind of edge we can get if we have to go toe-to-toe."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 06:43:42</strong>
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				"Sounds like a it might be quite a trip out there." he commented before taking a long drink of coke. It was quite a story and seemed foolish for gods to send in such inexperienced Scions. Surely they knew that. Gods might have been haughty, self serving, and aloof but they were rarely stupid enough to overlook important facts. "Take your time answering questions but I think first things first, how do we get to those caves and will be we need any special vehicles to get there like a four by four?"<br><br>OOC: Just wanted to point out Johan does have the takes one to know one knack which lets him know if someone tells a lie
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 00:18:52</strong>
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				Yuriko takes a drink of her Shirley Temple even as she has her computer sitting within her backpack start a search on anything dealing with this creature or any cults involved with it. <br><br>“Wait you said that they where already doing the Seal-breaker ritual. Do you know if your teams intervention was enough to stop it for the time being? If not then are time-line just got a whole lot shorter. Not that we had much time to prepare in the first place mind you.” &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 02:01:15</strong>
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				"I think if Godzilla got loose already we'd know about it." said Luke. "Still, that doesn't mean we want to sit around and work on our tans either." He dug his phone out of his pocket and started tapping away. "If we're lucky they need something in particular ... the stars being right and all of that." The phrase <em>human sacrafice</em> popped into his mind, and he deliberately pushed it back down. Those other scions were beyond his help at the moment, but it gave him one more reason to kick ass when the time was right.<br><br>"If you ..." this was directed to Anoushirvan "can tell us where you were taken ... where Armagan opened your passage, I'm pretty sure we can retrace your steps. In the meantime, I'm going to see what I can turn up on tall, dark and gruesome. Maybe there'll be some info on whatever ritual stuck him down there in the first place, any specific weaknesses, that sort of thing."<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">((Roll Result: hairyheretic rolled: 10d10, adding 7 to the total<br>First Target Number: 7<br>Second Target Number: 10<br>Comment: Int / Occ to gather info<br>Result: 10, 1, 10, 7, 6, 5, 6, 9, 2, 10,<br>For: 2, 2, 2, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0,<br>Total: 15 successes))</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 00:26:06</strong>
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				Anoushirvan looked up at the others, then at the hand Luke had laid on his shoulder, before nodding with a sigh. "I will tell you all I can. I hope it is enough."<br><br>He ordered a coke and when it came he took a long drink before speaking. "Mount Damavand is where we had to go first. The Terra Incognita?" He paused to make sure he had the word right, then continued. "It is there. The mountain itself wasn't too hard to find. I could show it to you on any map of Iran. But the problem starts when you get there." He gestured with a hand, making a circle. "The army has set up a camp there and the place is off-limits to everyone. I did a little digging before we set out for the mountain but there was hardly anything, and nothing in the official papers. Some of the the..." He looked around nervously and lowered his soft voice further. "...more dissident blogs claim that a new uranium-enriching plant is supposed to go up there, or something to do with a new power source. No one is sure. But the army has the area cordoned off, and the official press will say nothing about it. We only got in because Asai is very pretty..." He bit his lip suddenly and his face saddened. "She did something. Like how I can run fast, she was able to convince others to let her say and do things that others wouldn't be allowed to do. The commanding officer was very taken with her, and when she told him to let us all pass, they just did. On my way back I had to run through their camp as fast as I could." He pointed to a few tatters in his shirt, where streaks had been torn into it. "I do not <em>think</em> they saw my face or else I would have been arrested by now."<br><br>"Once you get past the army base, there is a tunnel, like an excavation site. But the soldiers there are strange. They are armed like the regular troops, and seem no different except that each of them wears a golden badge with some sort of weird mark on it. Fereiba said it was the mark of the Cult of the Daevas, the creatures who fight for Ahriman against the Yazata. The regular soldiers don't go there much, but when they do they all salute and obey the soldiers with the badges, even the base commander. Fereiba and Farzad snuck around, beat up some of the cultists, and we wore their uniforms to get inside. The tunnel goes down for a ways. Hours I think. Maybe a day or more. There are side tunnels that lead off to barracks, an armory, and a temple where the cultists pray. They pray in shifts, and even the armory isn't as heavily guarded as the temple. We only got around down there because Arma could see in the dark. Most of the tunnel is straight down at an angle though, and when you get to the portal there is a wide, open cave. The portal is surrounded by a circle of rocks in the center of the cave. When we came there it was guarded by six massive creatures that Christophe called <em>Deevs</em> and maybe twenty or so of the cultist soldiers."<br><br>He drank some more soda. "When we beat them, Arma opened the portal for us. On the other side it kind of looks the same but it feels worse. It's hot, the air is green, and you can't breathe it. At least not for long. Gas masks we took off the soldiers helped some, but the masks melted after a while. I think the air messes with your head too. Caves open up in front of you, and then close suddenly. The rocks move and shift around. It's always dark there, and the place becomes a maze once you get away from the portal. The cultist soldiers are out in force, and sometimes they would jump us from the ceiling or from side-passages that weren't there a few minutes before. There were creatures that looked like lions but were all white, and every time one got near we would suddenly be hurt. Fereiba called them creatures of Zrvan, and they weren't the only ones. There were bats that became men and whose bites were toxic." He rubbed his upper arm. "Blobs of...something that fell from the ceiling and then became soldiers on horseback, who would charge us from both sides. Deevs and female creatures called Drujs were everywhere. There were giants as well, some of which created illusions around us that were hard to shake off. Men would jump at us from shadows, and I think they <em>were</em> shadows somehow. There were giant beasts too, but they just seemed to be oversized beasts with no special powers. Sometimes the walls would close all around us, leaving us trapped in rooms filled with these creatures. Sometimes the floor dropped out from under us and we had to backtrack for miles. There was one time when the walls closed up around us and Farzad had to smash a path out for us with his fists and his mace."<br><br>He finished his soda and ordered another. "But we finally got to the bottom. Oh, FYI, the toxic air and the heat gets worse the further down you go. We came out on a balcony on this cliff that overlooks Azhi Dahaka's pit. There was this weird set-up there. Okay, right at the edge of the pit there was this circle painted in what looked like blood. And in the middle was this...I don't know. I think he was a guy, but he had the same effect on us that Asai did, where you're just stunned by how hot they are. But at the same time he was frightening too. He was surrounded by torches and people dressed in black, red, and brown robes. They were the ones doing the chanting, and he was the one spreading blood from a bag. When he was done, he started chanting too. Behind the chanters was a ton of the Deevs and Drujs, backed up by some of the cultist soldiers, shadow-men, and Titanspawn creatures. Everyone was singing this one song, over and over. I couldn't understand it, but Christophe said it was a ritual curse for Azhi Dahaka to rise and consume the Yazatas and the world in darkness. Fereiba said the guy leading the whole thing was some guy named Aeshma Daeva, and that he was major-league bad news. She'd lost a lover and a lot of her family to him a while back. When the pit started glowing and this Aeshma guy went into overdrive with the chanting, Christophe said that the seal was going to break, so we charged."<br><br>When his second coke came, he drank it at a gulp and shivered, his eyes becoming haunted and withdrawn. "Farzad and Arma just started busting any head they could get to. Fereiba went for Aeshma and I saw him go giant suddenly. He became this gigantic soldier and smashed a huge mace down on Fereiba. We tried to get to her but there were too many guys in between us. Asai did her thing, and a whole bunch of the cultists and other things looked at her and did nothing. But some of the others weren't affected for some reason. Christophe and I tried to guard her, but these guys were brutal. Some of them were strong enough to put Farzad to shame, and some of them keep changing forms. The Deevs were the tricky ones. Christophe and I double-teamed one and he turned into a giant rock on us. Our hits did nothing but we managed to deflect him into some of the others. Awrang went nuts on all the Deevs and Drujs around us, and Asai's <em>huma</em> managed to blind a couple of the cultists. For a minute I thought we'd win, but then it went south.<br><br>One of the Drujs broke through to Asai and ripped out her throat. Whatever she was doing to the ones she had stunned broke then, and they tore her up. Guns, spears, swords." He shuddered. "One guy had an axe. I..." He bit his lip. "We couldn't save her. I was the fastest but I couldn't get to her before..." He lowered his head. "There was just blood when I got there. Blood and a few bones. I don't...I can't really tell you much of what happened then. Christophe and I tried to get back what we could of her, and I heard screaming, and then Christophe had a spear in his gut and Awrang was killed. I was knocked down and I remember some soldier with an AK-47 about to ventilate me, then Arma was there. She killed the soldier and we got out, but...the last thing I saw was Farzad's leg ripped off. He was reaching towards us and then he was dragged back into the crowd of Titanspawn. And Fereiba? I don't know. Aeshma Daeva was still there but I didn't see her anywhere." He let out a deep breath. "The rest is as I told you."<br><br>OOC: And infodump is done! :) For those who can detect lies, you detect no lies in his words or bearing.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><br><br>&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 02:25:48</strong>
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				Luke nodded as the boy completed his story. "You did good. No one of your experience should be stuck in a meat grinder like that. Fate has a habit of putting us where we have to be, not where we want to be though. You got in, you got this information, and you got out again, and that gives us a chance to hopefully do more."<br><br>He fell silent for moment before holding up his phone. "Aaaaaaand speaking of which, here's what I can add. I checked the usual tomes ... Spates Catalogue of Nameless Horrors, Tobins Spirit Guide ... and here's what we have to work with." <br><br>"Azhi Dahaka, three-headed dragon incarnation of destruction, is descended from a female creature who was infamous for her sins and vileness. He was one of the chief servants of Ahriman, the antithesis of Ahura Mazda, who embodied light and all that was positive and benevolent. Azhi Dahaka was the father of dragons, and strongest amongst their kind. He lived in an impregnable fortress in Kuuirinta, which scholars believe to be somewhere in Mesopotamia, and attempted to steal power from the Yazata deities Anahita and Vayu to depopulate the world. He was stopped, so he turned to Ahriman. Ahriman infused him with power and he went wild, ravaging across the ancient middle east for some time and killing anyone who opposed him. I guess he has a bit of anger management issues, so maybe we can recommend a good therapist for him."<br><br>"Now, eventually Keresap, a mythological hero, emerged to fight the creature. Keresap was believed by many of his contemporaries to be a son of Vayu, the Persian God of the Winds and Storms. Keresap was unusually young. Some texts say that he was only nine years old, others a little older, but all agree that he wasn't out of his teens when he struck down the dragon. He later fought Obi-wan on .. no wait, wrong story."<br><br>"Keresap wielded a mace with the head of an ox on it, and struck Azhi Dahaka three times: once in the shoulder, once on the head, and once in the heart. He also struck him thrice with a sword. With each injury, snakes, rats, scorpions, and other vermin bled from the wounds. Ahura Mazda himself is said to have intervened, warning Keresap that if he killed the dragon, the vermin would erupt from his corpse and swarm the world. Keresap opted to chain Dahaka up in a cave beneath the dormant volcano of Mount Damavand. Some legends indicate that he used a lion's pelt nailed to the walls of the cave to somehow wrap up the creature."<br><br>He paused, looking again at Anoushirvan. "I don't suppose that mace rings any bells, does it? If it's a fatebound relic, having it along ought to make our gribbly a tad more careful. Or piss it off beyond all recognition." He shrugged then continued to relate the info he'd dug up.<br><br>"The defeat of Azhi Dahaka led to the freeing of Aranavaci and Savanahaci, the two most beautiful women in the world. Hmmm ... beat the monster, rescue the Princess. That's original."<br><br>"At some point in the past, before his defeat by Keresap, Azhi Dahaka was defeated but not imprisoned by Atar, the spirit of Divine Fire. Needless to say, just how this was done isn't written down anywhere. Divine fire I can maybe help out with though."<br><br>"And lastly, just to add to the confusion, the legend of Azhi Dahaka is often conflated with the legends of Zahhak, a ruler of ancient Persia who is said to have been a homicidal tyrant with the heads of snakes grafted onto his shoulders by Ahriman. Zahhak is said to have been defeated and chained beneath Mount Damavand as well as/in lieu of Azhi Dahaka, but the scholars and historians are not certain if this is the mixing of legends over time or if Zahhak and Azhi Dahaka's stories are one and the same."<br><br>"Now, the way I see it, we have two possibilities. One, the ritual isn't complete, and Azhi is still tied up. We go in, kick ass, take names, and make sure anyone who knows the ritual doesn't walk out the far side. Two, the ritual is complete, but Azhi hasn't come up yet. In that case, we have to try and bind him again, or in worst case scenario, destroy him. Given that's already been warned against, I prefer we not do that unless it's a matter of last resort."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 06:17:01</strong>
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				"The mace? It kind of sounds like Farzad's mace. His mace had a cow or ox-skull forged into it. He was always very proud of it, and used it as his weapon of choice. But I don't know if it's the same as the mace you're talking about." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 14:18:13</strong>
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				"Quite a bit to digest. Still, you did well to get out of there alive. Your friends would be proud and you should be too. We will make this right." he assured him before taking the laptop from his bag. He started it up and poured over the branch of Hadey's industries that was in Iran. "It seems we have a few different options with entering. I can try to bluff us by, should be easy assuming mortals are around the place. Option two is I can arrange a sale of weapons for the base commander and let them have them cheap in exchange for access to the mountain...claiming archeological interest. Option three is sneaking by but Im not sure if I could do that with everyone. Option four is to steal a vehicle and try to go incognito. Option five is to call up the president or other high offical and use my finnacial and political pull to get in...Options beyond that are outside my area of expertise. Thoughts?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scya</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 08:23:07</strong>
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				After hearing everthing that the young survivor said she finally began to talk „ On the Flight&nbsp; here I had a vision that seems to place a bit of importance on Zahhak. Don't Worry about it i am used to this stuff and Prophecy is one of my Talents, i will try to gain a vision if we have some additional time later. Now in my Vision I saw&nbsp; the image of a man with two writhing...things growing from his shoulders. He was&nbsp; howling in agony, and reaching towards the skies. In my ears, I heard a tremendous roar as the man streaked into the skies, bringing flame and destruction with him...<br>He Voice was Flat and on purpose without emotions as she talked about her fellow scion. <br>„It is unlikely that Armagan escaped, she always gave 120 percent for the mission and she most likely made her last stand so that he could escape. And even if it would be nice t entertain the idea of them being human sacrifices that need to be rescued i don't believe it.“ &nbsp;<br>She closed her Eyes for a moment her voice shaking for a small moment.<br>Now regarding regarding the identity of the hammer that Farzad wielded it may be important that he&nbsp; was fond of using Sun boons and had done so ever since his Hero days but the Sun is usually not associated with his father Haoma meaning that his purview came from someone else that was a prior wielder of the hammer..<br>I would prefer it if we could stop them from freeing the dragon but if he is already freed we either have to kill all the vermin's while we fight or kill him without drawing blood, I don't want to think about suffocating a threeheaded snake that may not even require air.<br>It would be best if we could enter the facility without being detected but if push comes to shove&nbsp; Luke and I can deal with the army. We will neet a Jeep or a truck to transport us because i can't carry you even if Luke might be able to do it. Just because we a faster then most types of transformations does not make us better.“
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 19:06:24</strong>
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				"Pretty sure I can deal with vermin." replied Luke. "Cut and cauterise all in one ... I'm like my own lightsaber or something." He took a sip from his coke and glanced around before continuing. "In all honesty, I can't see us having trouble before we pass through the portal. At the risk of sounding like a supervillian cliche, ordinary mortals would hardly even slow us down. Between charm, stealth, magic or ass kicking, they're simply not going to be a concern."<br><br>"If we want to do things covertly, I'm pretty sure someone here is good enough with computers to hack into the local government networks, and create us a wonderful set of perfectly legitimate identities."<br><br>He drained his coke and set the glass down on the table. "Still, I don't know about the rest of you, but I figure we can go through our lines for the rest of this scene once we check in to a hotel. I for one could use a shower." He gave a wink in Cleo's direction, adding "I'm sure there'll be one big enough for two people."<br><br><em>Ok, so no one is likely to be taking us seriously, given how open we're being with all this, but I'd rather not tip off any cultists that an ass kicking is heading in their direction.</em><br><br>"I should warn you though, Tang is going to be directing this story arc, and he's something of a perfectionist. Also an asshole." he added with a grin. "So get your rest now while you can. If his flight hadn't been delayed, I'm sure he'd already be on all our cases."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 05:37:02</strong>
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				“Gaa.. Why did you have to tell me it was Tang directing this shoot.” &nbsp;Yuriko says as she lets out a groan easily catching onto Luke's hint. “The last time I had to work with him he nearly worked me to death and it was just a stupid commercial.” &nbsp;Getting up from her chair she grabs her bag. <br><br>“Well I say we get to the hotel and freshen up then we can try to get a few more hours in on practicing our lines before his plane arrives.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 21:55:05</strong>
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				Alexander nodded, acknowledging both Luke's intent and words, "That's a good idea.&nbsp; I'd much rather prefer discussing how the scene is going to go down in a more comfortable location.&nbsp; As for Tang, is a perfectionist, and while that can be admirable, he should have checked the fine print on my little contract carefully."<br><br>Alexander grinned as he took out a credit card and spun it on the tip of his index finger, the name on the card revealing that it was the same card Johan had given to the lounge server, "I've got my own spin on things."<br><br>"Also, you need to keep a better eye on your stuff," Alexander said as he flicked the card towards Johan.&nbsp; Downing his martini in one quick go, Alexander stretched his arms and yawned.<br><br>"Let's get this show on the road."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scya</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 01:15:38</strong>
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				It must say with me being new to this kind of embedded journalism it still is strange to behave in such a way. But if Tang thinks my talent if enough for this i am gracefull. And at least he does no longer want me to play a," &nbsp;she starts to use a fake sounding Russian accent. "Russian femme Fatale which will bewitch all males" <br>She snorts and goes back to her normal manner of talking. "So does anyone remembers if we already have a car or does Tang want us to use a cab until he comes over with the truck for the equipment?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 12:00:22</strong>
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				“You actually expecting Tang to provide a car for us.” &nbsp;Yuriko says as she lets out a laugh. “No we are relying on public transportation. Maybe if the film does good at the theaters then we can expect the full celebrity treatment for the sequel.” &nbsp; <br><br>Slinging her bag over her shoulder she gives the others a wide grin. “So shall we head out to the hotel now. I could use a nice shower before he shows up.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 12:27:31</strong>
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				Johan's eyes widened a bit when he saw his credit card in the hands of one of the other Scions. He took it back calmly but before turning away he punched the young man right in the bicep, the kind of swift hit meant to cause pain and numbness. "You should keep your hands out of other peoples pockets. It will get you in trouble" he said sternly. <br><br>OOC: Please stop reffering to Johan as Brandon, I am not my character and he is not me
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 19:56:36</strong>
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				Anou looked more than a bit confused at all this talk of this Tang person but he did get the hint that it was time to move this party elsewhere. "I have a hotel in town. The rooms are small but I have been staying there while awaiting you. Would that work?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 06:47:45</strong>
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				"Ow," Alexander yelped as Johan hit him, grinning in good-humor regardless.&nbsp; "Oh I know I can get in trouble over it, have before, but roaming hands have gotten me out of trouble enough times to make sure I still keep my edge.&nbsp; Besides, I gave it back AND I didn't rack up any expenses in the process: you should be happy."<br><br>"But that hotel of yours sounds excellent," Alex answered Anou.&nbsp; "Let's all head over."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 04:35:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Well what are we waiting for? Lets get this party on the road shall we.” Yuriko says as she turns to head toward the exit only to stop after a&nbsp; few steps before turning to look at Anou. “You wouldn't haven'y happened to have any transportation lined up as well.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scya</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 04:38:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whatever we get I can drive it " She said as she stood up. "And if we do not take a taxis right at&nbsp; the entrance of the airport is a car rental. And boys behave yourself or the will be a spanking, and no Luke not the fun kind."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 16:19:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anou shook his head. "I ran here, and I've been sort of lurking around and waiting for your arrival ever since. I wasn't sure how many of you there would be or even how I would recognize you. It's lucky you were all talking so openly about the...ummm....the shoot." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 01:33:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Well then I guess we will need to hail a taxi then. I really hope they have those mini-van versions here.” &nbsp;Yuriko says as she sighs. “Well I will go hail us a cab or two while you all finish up your drinks.” she adds as she makes her way to the exit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 01:57:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuriko would easily find the ever-present line of taxis and would be able to hail one or more as she desired. There was also a marked section on the airport help map that displayed where rental cars could be found. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 02:05:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Ah there we go a rental would probably be much better seeing as we will be here for a while.” &nbsp;Yuriko mumbles to herself as she passes the row of Taxis and makes her way to the car rental booth.<br><br>Looking over the available selection of vehicles she picks a mini-van seeing as there was somewhere around eight of them in all that had to fit into the vehicle. Pulling up to the Airport exit she waits for the others to arrive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 07:26:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing the rental van pull-up, Alexander grinned and raced towards it, "I call shotgun."<br><br>Opening the passenger door and sliding in, Alexander eyed the interior before turning to Yuriko, "Really, this is the best you could find?&nbsp; Not exactly a stylish ride considering who we're pretending to be.&nbsp; Though we could always pretend to be one of those independent films where we pretend that having no budget is a stylistic choice and makes us more artsy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 14:34:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Look I just picked something that would fit us all and not bring to much attention to us. After all we are not A-list actors.” &nbsp;Yuriko says as she gives a shrug of her shoulders. <br><br>“Tell you what next time we go to a shoot you can pick out the transportation.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 14:42:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Speak for yourself." replied Luke with a grin. "I happen to think I'm getting up there quite nicely. Still, this thing should do us nicely. Unlike some people, I don't need all that much to be comfortable, and honestly I prefer to avoid the flashier stuff. That's just me though."<br><br>He turned to Anou, and gestured towards the front of the van. "Maybe you ought to go sit up front. You can give directions, warn about local traffic hazards, that sort of thing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 17:31:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anou nodded and then got up in the shotgun seat. "Okay. And honestly, it's better to avoid standing out here. Standing out can lead to problems, especially with the local gangs." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 19:20:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>Cleo had not said much as she sipped some wine. Her eyes though had been watching , scanning the area and carefully noting people and things. She let the others go on and on and tryed carefully too keep from frowning, it was bad, very bad, probally worst then the others realized. She had lived too many years to simply reduce a threat of this scale to being 'fun'.<br>What worried her currently though was how little regard they showed in awareness of where they were. Iran was a radical hostile country that loathed outsiders. So while the others chatted and laughed she watched and scanned the area. Following a bit behind as they all headed out to the curb to get in a minivan. She stood by the van while the others sorted out where or how they were going to set, worry creased her brow as she pulled on a pair of mirrored black sunglasses. <br><br>[ooc; Doing a check&nbsp; for anyone or thing that seem to be a bit too intensely watching the group]<br>[perception+awareness+ mystery [Unnatural Insight]= 13 dice +7 sux<br><br>Roll Result: Phaia rolled: 13d10, adding 7 to the total<br>First Target Number: 7<br>Second Target Number: 10<br>Comment: <br>Result: 3, 4, 7, 2, 1, 8, 9, 3, 8, 8, 3, 3, 4, <br>For: 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, <br><strong>Total: 12</strong><br></span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scya</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 03:06:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched Cleo for a moment and followed her eyes with a quick look before she stood up and&nbsp; walked over to the others trying to act a bit nicer then usual. She trusted the old Demigood enough to know that she would know how to behave herself unlike most of the others. After the left the Terminal and where a bit undisturbed&nbsp; she softly begann to speak. <br>" It would be better if I would drive. First I can read Farsi so that we know where we are going, second I am wearing a scarf which hides my hair so I am less out of order instead of a pink hello kitty explosion. So if no one looks to close they might think i am his wife. A woman may only drive if a male member of the family is inside the car and a non Farsi&nbsp; speaking Asian is more likely to be controlled instead of a young Russian Muslim that is dutyfull driving her husband but who was so foolish as to forget her passport at home. And last but not least I have a talent for driving so if we need to drive reckless i am good.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 03:18:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shrugging her shoulders Yuriko hops out of the driver seat as she begins to speak in perfect Farsi. “If you wish to drive then be my guest though just so you know I am quite fluent in Farsi as well.”<br><br>She then gives her a slight smile as she gets into the backseat. “Though I guess you are right about a Asian wearing a pink hello kitty outfit would be a bit out of place driving around her unless I was say a tourist on vacation.” she adds with a wink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scya</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 04:11:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your Farsi is even a bit better then mine because of the Dari that I learned" She nods torwards her before placing herself on the drivers seat. "Okay we will need to get&nbsp; Hotels rooms so that we are not suspicious. Anou tell me where the hotel is. Meanwhile we need to find out&nbsp; more about this Situation and should try to contact the yazata. If we don't find a good plan&nbsp; I can Try to use fates direction but as usual we should be wary about it. We already had several good ideas that could be used as a starting point without using a brute force method of legendary effort.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 04:42:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cleo would see that the airport was bustling, but security was tight. There were stares in their direction. Such a colorful group of foreigners was not normal, and those Scions with Epic Appearance were attracting many eyes. Anoushirvan especially, given the contrast between his unwashed and scruffy clothes and his supernatural attractiveness. Security was keeping an eye on them for sure, and there was one guard leaning casually against the bar where they had been sitting. Other than that business continued as normal.<br><br>Anou, on the other hand, seemed a bit more relaxed now that they were on their way. He gave directions to the hotel he was staying at. From the description, it was a tiny dump of a place in the eastern part of the city, near to the Red Light district. Close enough for him to get to the airport with no problems, far enough to be off the beaten track and out of easy surveillance. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 00:53:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once the van had pulled out, Luke ticked off a few suggestions. "I guess when it comes down to it, we have three basic options. Fight our way in, sneak in, or talk our way in. Now, this will likely come as shock, but I don't favor fighting our way in. The majority of the people there will be ignorant of what is really going on, and I don't hold with killing anyone who isn't actively serving the titans, or something equally nasty."<br><br>"Sneaking in could work. I'm pretty sure most of us could get through mundane security without breaking a sweat. Of course, we don't know what magical stuff they have set up, so that makes it trickier."<br><br>"Talking our way in ... well, I don't think we look that much like locals, though I suspect we could probably disguise ourselves to varying degrees. If we have a computer wiz, hack into the local spook net and create us some perfectly valid IDs, and that can help us get where we're going. Dossiers, too, with good histories. Depends if we want to be agents, foreign agents, international arms smugglers or whatever. We can figure out whatever is most suitable."<br><br>"Next, maybe hack into whoever has a spy sat passing over, and get some ariel shots of the place to go with whatever plans we can pull up from local sources. We also have the option of doing a snatch and grab of someone from the base, and maybe replacing them. Assuming any of our masters of disguise can speak the language and all."<br><br>"The quicker we can gran the info, the better."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 02:11:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I agree that ass-kicking our way in isn't our best option," Alexander started, "mostly because I only like to do it when a straight-up beating is the thing they least expect.&nbsp; Sneaking I'm actually not fond of in this situation.&nbsp; Fact of the matter is that inside the Terra Incognita, there's an army of minions inside.&nbsp; I know for a fact that those lions, bat-demons and horseback riders are Titanspawn of Zrvan, the titan of time, and that they warp time around them to age and rot things near them.&nbsp; Nevermind the shinobi, nemeans and I think typhonians as well.&nbsp; So even if we sneak in, we'll still have those to deal with while inside their own terrain, which judging by Anou's description, shifts in around in their favour.&nbsp; That's way too much of an advantage."<br><br>"I think talking is the way to go.&nbsp; It's going to be harder to pull off, but if we do it right, we might be able to pull a nice-sized chunk of them out to deal with, on our own terms, or might even be able to get deeper into enemy territory without having to fight our way there."<br>Alexander grinned.<br>"It's a gamble, but the pay-off will be sweet and when I'm around, the House never wins."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 03:17:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew listened to Anou's story.&nbsp; This...did not sound good.&nbsp; If there was any truth to his tale at all, then it sounded like, assuming that they could get past the Iranian army post near the cave, there was a whole Titanspawn army waiting for them down there, guarding the ritual to release this damn three-headed snake.&nbsp; Or whatever it was.&nbsp; However, there was one bright spot - the Yazata's attempt to stop the ritual had started out well enough, and only gone to hell based on a single misstep.&nbsp; What was more, it sounded though as if the entire group that had tried before wasn't made up of demigods; a definite change from last time.&nbsp; And while Andrew didn't know all of those present, he knew enough to know that this was no ordinary group of demigods.<br><br>As the Scions began to throw back and forth about 'Tang' and 'a shoot,' Andrew quickly realized that this was code that they were using.&nbsp; Understandable, since talking about trespassing onto an army base was not exactly something to talk casually about.&nbsp; Soon enough, the group stood up to go, and Andrew followed.&nbsp; He climbed into the van, along with the rest of the group.&nbsp; He pondered carefully the options that they had for trying to get inside to stop the ritual.<br><br>"What about going in through the back door?&nbsp; It might be heavily guarded, but it's still just a place.&nbsp; If we can get into the Terra Incognita from the Overworld, then we can pop right back out into the Overworld and catch everyone off guard."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 17:17:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Well I can make us some convincing paperwork and some forged I.D.'s as well as hack into any com-sats or spy-sats nearby if we wish to go that route. The only thing I will need is what kind of cover we wish to use and a sample of the paperwork to duplicate.” &nbsp;Yuriko says as she relaxes in the back of the van.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 18:17:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Johan climbed in the backseat, setting his bag full of clothes in the back but keeping the other just under his feet. "We need to know whos in charge of the base and where they get their funding. If I know that, I can make some calls and get us in without the need of fake IDs...and considering my position I would rather do this legitimately rather then illegally."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 22:52:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>"if need be,I can rainbow bridge us all there and I can find exactly where the enterance is...I have nearly the entire line of gifts for movement and transporting." <br>Her voice held an exotic accent as she watched the city move pass outside the windows. "as for time aging...I am over 2000 years old ... aging means little to me"</span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 05:43:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Not to point out the obvious there Johan but even if you can get in with your credentials the rest of us will need a cover story and proper credentials to slip in even if it's just a simple we are part of your inspection crew.” &nbsp;Yuriko says as she pulls out her laptop. “But as for the information you need that is not a problem. A simple search should be able to turn that up.”<br><br>[OOC] Spending a point of Legend to activate Fundamental.<br><br>Roll Result: avorae rolled: 24d10, adding 11to the total<br>First Target Number: 7<br>Second Target Number: 10<br>Comment: Computer operation to search for base commander and who's funding it.<br>Result: 3, 1, 8, 6, 4, 3, 7, 5, 10, 5, 1, 5, 1, 1, 4, 2, 7, 8, 10, 10, 5, 7, 5, 1, <br>For: 2, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, <br>Total: 22<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 04:41:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Johan's idea still has potential, even if we do have to plot out quite a bit of personal history.&nbsp; Finding a back-door might also work, but it means having to search for one in the first place and we don't know how much time we have.&nbsp; Also, given how long this thing has been inside the Terra Incognita, it's more than likely that if there are any secret entrances, it knows about it and has it appropriately guarded.&nbsp; But hey, it just might be the thing that works out for us."<br><br>Alexander looked at Cleo speculatively, "2K years really?&nbsp; Talk about aging well.&nbsp; Given how old you are, you could be an ancestor for all I know.&nbsp; Should I start calling you Grandma?"<br><br>((Yes, yes he went there.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 18:25:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Cleo had seen the sort many many times, the jokester, a quip for any thing, some were actually downright scary and useful. Time would tell about this Alexander person. <br>Still it wouldn't hurt to let the 'boy' know she was capable of dealing back when needed.<br><br>Her tome was exactly that of a mother with a small boy, "tell you what Bartholomew you can call me grandma, only if i can call you reach down your throat and yank out your tongue." &nbsp;Cleo smiled sweetly but her eyes were steely and intense. <br><br>She pulled open her bag and unwrapped the oil cloth to check out her heavy revolver, loading the big caliber shells and then snapping it shut and twisting a bit to put it behind her back in a holster built into the white duster she wore.</span></span><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 23:27:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Play nicely, children." said Luke from his seat, where he was watching the streets go by, and keeping a weather eye out for anything suspicious. "I considered the back door approach myself, and was doing some research on it. My folks used to be able to use the Great Wall to get pretty much anywhere, but it doesn't look like we can take that trip. I'd guess when the Titans broke out, doing all the damage to the various connections between the worlds, whatever ones were there got blocked. Unfortunately, unless we can turn up more info to the contrary, I think we have to go with the entrance we know of."<br><br>He glanced around at the rest of the group. "I think we have a few people who can handle finding things like that, but given we don't all know each other as well as we might, it'll probably be a good idea to compare talents once we get ourselves set up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 13:00:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“I never said that his idea wasn't valid. I was merely pointing out the fact that the rest of us would still need a cover story in order to get in.” &nbsp;Yuriko replies to Alexander as she types away on her laptop.<br><br>After several minutes she lets out a low whistle as she shakes her head. “Alright boys and girls looks like using Johan's credentials might not be an option anymore. It seems that this Mount Damavand Project is like seriously classified and there is not much info about it floating around and what little there is isn't pretty.” <br><br>“From what I was able to gather the original research was just your standard studies of the potential for the thing to become active once again and the steps needed to evacuate the locals if such an event occurred but nothing came out of it. Then about a year ago a guy by the name of Doctor Jahandar Ibn Kimbar starts up the current program. Now this Doc is a virtual ghost. He appears to just pop up on the radar for a few years and then disappears for a few more years only to show back up again. Not only that but every single one of his projects are iron clad tight as far as security goes. Though from what I have been able to gather this guy is mostly involved in uranium enrichment programs and theoretical science divisions that I've only heard of in hushed whispers around the water cooler. I am talking serious are 51 type stuff here.”<br><br>Pulling out a bottled water from her bag she takes a gulp before continuing. “Now according to my sources the this doc supposedly has discovered a new source of uranium that he has dubbed Azhikium that he named after some ancient legend and is rumored to be one thousand times more potent and destructive as regular uranium. As far as who is actually in charge then we are looking for Mahmoud Kabar. He is the head researcher that Dr. Kimbar put in charge of the project when he is not around which appears to be not often. He also has a full research team that is embedded into the military facility and they have total and complete run of the place. The military are there simply as security and protection.” &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 23:47:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Really," Alexander said as he eyed the revolver Cleo pulled out of her bag, "I think that's a bit of a disproportionate response to a joke.&nbsp; That being said, I won't call you Grandma, since I've met the one on my mother's side and she bakes me cookies every Christmas.&nbsp; I'll call you Aunty."<br><br>Listening to the various avenues in which they could approach the Terra Incognita close, Alexander frowned after Yuriko was finished reporting what she had learned.<br>"Hmm, so it's a super secret science program with shadowy scientists and the military mobilized to provide security.&nbsp; Outsiders are not supposed to know about this at all, and the mere hint that anyone would will likely result in a lot of questions tossed our way in bullet form.&nbsp; So posing as weapon contractors will not work at all."<br><br>Leaning back in his seat a little, Alexander pondered a bit before shrugging.<br>"Well, so who's up for posing as U.N inspectors or as scientists?&nbsp; I've always wanted to wear a lab coat."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 01:58:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you think they're going to let U.N. inspectors in to poke around, I have some swampland you may be interested in purchasing." replied Luke, smiling. "At best we'd get shown absolutely nothing of interest, at worst they try stonewalling us. I'm thinking something a little less legal would have a better chance of working. Either black ops of some type, or spooks, or international arms dealers, mercenaries, something like that. I knew a Russian guy, ex-Spook, a son of Odin, who specialised in work like that."<br><br>"Bluff our way in, we ought to be able to convince the guards to take us to see the man in charge. Well, some of you would, anyway. My convincing tends to be more of the physical and less of the verbal. Then when we talk to them, maybe we can convince him to spill the beans .. one way or another."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 14:47:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Hmm.. I've always wanted to try to bluff my way into Area 51. I guess this would be a good test run of if it would be possible.” &nbsp;Yuriko says as she gives a shrug. “The only problem is we need a really good reason of why we know of this place to begin with. I mean even a group of black-ops or mercs are going to have a hard time getting into the front door of this place without a lead enema considering the situation. After all we are talking about the fact that this Dr. Kimbar has complete and total control over this operation. Nothing happens in this place without his authorization.” &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 15:10:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Exactly." replied Luke. "Of course you don't know who we are, moron." his voice was now low and menacing. "If you did, you would actually be someone worth talking to. Now, before I take the time to actually take notice of you, I suggest you bring us to someone who <em>does</em> know who we are, and is expecting us."<br><br>He gave a shrug. "Sure, it's a bit balls to the wall, but I'm pretty sure we could pull it off, if we let someone good do the talking."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 01:37:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Hmm... You are right of course but that same attitude could get us shot full of holes just as easily. I suggest we try to find out more about the location and the personnel first. Before we go barging in.” &nbsp;Rozlin replies as she goes back to typing on her computer to see if she can get a satellite view of the area in question.<br><br>[ooc] spending a point for Fundamental..<br><br>Roll Result: avorae rolled: 24d10, adding 11to the total<br>First Target Number: 7<br>Second Target Number: 10<br>Comment: Computer operation to hack a satellite that is over the location.<br>Result: 6, 10, 7, 1, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 1, 10, 4, 9, 1, 5, 2, 9, 2, 1, 7, 10, 10, 6, 8, <br>For: 2, 2, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, <br>Total: 24<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 09:13:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh ye of little faith Luke," Alexander retorted.&nbsp; "I passed myself off as a woman to rescue a scion on the isle of the Amazons.&nbsp; And this was early into my career too.&nbsp; If I can pass myself as a chick, while still keeping all my bits together, I think I can convince someone to let me into a heavily secure military slash scientific research base.&nbsp; In fact, I probably could do it naked, while waving American flags.&nbsp; Trust me, sneaking and tricking people is my thing, I've been doing it since I was 16."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 18:40:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Well then we shall let you handle that part then. I may be good with costumes but I never really mastered the art of the con as it where. Though I can do it if needed.” &nbsp;Yuriko comments to Alexander as she looks up and gives him a playful wink. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 02:40:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Likewise." replied Luke. "I can probably bullshit well enough to get past any mortal obstacles, but that's only going to be round one there. I'll leave the bullshitting to the experts, and then when needed I do what I do best ... cause trouble." he continued, grinning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 03:44:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=7188">Quote from: Empyrean on 16-11-2010, 18:18:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Yuriko would be able to hack a satelite and get an overhead view of the Mount Damavand region. The topographical images depicted a normal range of steep foothills evolving into higher mountains. A more clear image depicted the site she was looking for.<br><br>Where two foothills came together, there was a small valley. At the end of the valley, blasted right into the mountain rock, was a gaping cave entrance. The military base had been built around the mouth of the valley and a small way alongside the hills on either end. There was a main command center, which appeared to be a heavily fortified bunker reinforced with concrete and steel walls. There was a barracks and an armory inside the main facility, and a smaller armed camp set around the outside of facility, guarded with barbed wire fences and attack dogs. She could see soldiers making routine patrols through the campsite and up in the hills, some on APCs or in the handful of small tanks on site. There only appeared to be four tanks, and at the time, two of these were parked near the front of the facility while the other two were on patrol in the rough surrounding terrain. There was no aircraft to be seen, but there was a large-scale satelite communication system perched atop the main bunker.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>“Well it looks like the base is not as heavily fortified as I first feared.” &nbsp;Yuriko replies as she looks over the satellite photo before showing it to the others.<br><br>“As long as we can avoid the tanks and take out the communication tower somehow then we should be able to handle the mortal soldiers rather easily if things do go south.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 21:52:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Cleo watched as the small amount of traffic moved past and listened. The girl was very good with computers that was clear, yet it appeared no one realized what she had meant. She took a small sigh and said, "I must not have been clear a few minutes ago, I can get us all to the entrance of the Terra Incognita, not only can I get us all there I can also find its exact spot. What that&nbsp; means is instead of wasting your energy and powers [ie using legend] so that we go into this at less then full strength. I would be the only one using any of the energy supplied by our ichor. I can move us, if needed even into the underworld and then back. So perhaps instead of looking to 'play' with the mortals and maybe a warning being raised at the least and at worst all of us using some of our energy to get in. After all we have no idea how long this may take and fates have often been harsh when it comes to allowing us to restore our energy."<br><br>She hadnt even turned away from watching the scenery as she had spoken, the mirrored shades hiding her aged filled eyes. "Of course if you all perfer wasting your time and energy to work your way through the soldiers. Take out a guard tower here and there, avoid the tanks. Then try and figure out if they have other sensors or means to detect you. By all means ...just ring me when you get to the entrance and I will pop back. Actually I would perfer it that way..since it will cost 'me' a lot less energy to move only myself."</span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 00:45:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking up from her computer she stares at Cleo before closing her laptop. “You know that does make things a whole lot easier as far as getting in but this information could be useful in getting out depending on how things go once we are in so I will keep a close eyes on our friends on the outside just to be on the safe side.” &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 22:42:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexander listened to Cleo's plan and frowned, "That's a bit lacking in ambition isn't it?&nbsp; I mean, sure we could just totally avoid the mortals, but that would mean that haven't done anything with all those monsters inside the Terra Incognita.&nbsp; It'd just be us against a whole horde of minions.&nbsp; And it lacks daring and style.&nbsp; We're heroes out of the legends: it's not very legendary to just side-step a problem like that so easily.&nbsp; Don't get me wrong, I understand this is serious business and that a lot is riding on this but... tricking my way in, having the world spin on my finger thanks to a well executed con: these are the things that put me in the right mood.&nbsp; Just going around this one hurdle, not even trying to jump over it, feels like cheating.&nbsp; Which, you've probably all guessed, is possibly one of the most hypocritical things I could ever say, but at least I understand what I mean."<br><br>"But I mean, hey, I'm just one person.&nbsp; Greeks started the first democracy and if everyone wants to do otherwise, I'm not going to rock the boat about this.&nbsp; Anyways, it looks like we're almost at the hotel, so we should probably put on our acting faces and grab us some rooms."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 03:52:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“You know Alex as much as I agree with you. I am sorry to say that I feel that we need to run this mission with as little public exposure as possible. We are dealing with something far beyond anything we have done before and we will need as much of our power as we can save as possible. Not to mention keeping as many mortals from finding out about Mr. dragonman or whatever he is.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 12:56:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have no interest in beating up a bunch of mortals who had the misfortune to be in the wrong place at the wrong time." replied Luke. "Titanspawn are fair game, of course, but the sooner we let them know we're there, the more time they have to prefer nasty surprises for us. Personally I want them to know we're there about half a second before my first blow lands. Or better yet, half a second after."<br><br>"And I seem to recall more than one Greek legend where the hero thought his way around a problem, rather than trying to batter his way through it." He shook his head. "We're likely to have enough opportunity to show off before this is over. No sense going looking for more trouble than we need to. Besides, once we take out the big bad, we can clean up on the way back."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 19:56:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The hotel would eventually come into sight. It was small, dingy-looking, and old, tucked into a back street that had seen better days. Debris lay everywhere, not all of it inanimate. Even at this time of the day there were drunks and drug addicts sprawled in filthy corners with their habits, and prostitutes bringing their clients in or leaving with them. <br><br>Anou looked distinctly embarrassed. "It's not much I know, but it's cheap and discreet, especially if you have money to buy silence. Just...make sure you watch your valuables. Some of the people here are thieves on top of everything else."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 01:12:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexander shrugged, "Ah well, teleporting in it is then."<br><br>Taking in the surrounding neighbourhood, Alexander whistled, "Wow, this is pretty spectacular: I've never seen a better display of ghetto in my entire life.&nbsp; I get the feeling that there is a distinct chance of one of us getting stabbed at on our way into the hotel.&nbsp; I'm actually impressed, and very glad that all I have is what's on me and they're not very easy to steal.&nbsp; In fact, if anyone here can steal from me and get away with it, I say we hire them.&nbsp; Or get a God or Goddess to make babies with the thief because that kind of talent needs to be passed on."<br><br>"Hotel isn't much to look at either, but I wouldn't worry about it so much," Alexander said as he playfully elbowed Anou.&nbsp; "Not like we'll be doing much sleeping in here anyways.&nbsp; And besides, it can't be worse than that time I had to rough it down in the swamps of Louisiana.&nbsp; God that was terrible, I would have welcomed cockroaches."<br><br>Once the van had stopped, Alexander popped outside, taking a deep breath of the air and trying not to choke.<br>"Yep, just as expected."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 00:06:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking at the hotel Yuriko gives a slight shrug. “It's not that bad really besides we really don't want to advertise the fact of where we are if at all possible anyway.” she says as she exist the vehicle making sure to keep her computer bag real close to her.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 21:59:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I suggest we let our guide do the talking inside." said Luke. "It'll probably look less suspicious, and he'll know the correct amount to rip us ignorant foreigners off for." he added, grinning at the aforementioned guide. "Once we get inside, give the place a sweep, just to be on the safe side, then work out details. I'd suggest a proper accounting of strengths and weaknesses, so we all know where we will all work best, then recap the info on spook central. Once we beam in, we're going to be in hostile territory, so sneaking becomes the first priority. I prefer not to have to fight til we get to the target. A bunch of running fights will slow us down, tire us out, and more importantly let the bad guys know we're coming, even if it is just by them losing contact with their minions."<br><br>He glanced around the van. "That sound OK to everyone?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scya</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 22:45:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After her long periode of silence she suddenly begann to speak"I concour , i wil try to see fates will in regards to our mission so that we know which would be the best way to behave. Good thinking Luke."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 01:54:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anou had to grin at Luke's crack and then he nodded and led the way. The route wasn't long distance-wise, but the suspicious and hostile glares of the locals followed them like lasers every step of the way. Even the least observant could see the dull glint of knives, cans of mace, and other subtle weapons being prepared. The shadows rustled some as the more alert prepared themselves to strike or to flee. A few of the hookers called out their "wares". Anou affected a confident pose, but the others could see the young Scion of Anahita had a very tense back and his hands stayed close to his body until they got inside. Even then he didn't unclench much. <br><br>After a long few minutes of rapid-fire Farsi between him and the sleepy-looking fat man behind the counter, money was exchanged. A great deal of it. A few keys were produced, but the two heavily muscled, very large, sour-looking men near the counter looked at the outsiders. Some words were traded, and then the two bruisers came over, thick clubs strapped to their belts. The dim, faulty lighting of the misfiring bulbs above illuminated the dull glint of guns wore in the belts as well. One man held his hand out to the group, and Anou came back over. <br><br>"Okay, the owner says you can stay. I had to clean myself out for the fee. But these guys? They're with the local gang that runs this neighborhood. They said that you don't get to stay without each of you giving each of them a 20 percent cut of whatever you've got. For "protection". The owner covered my fee out of what I paid but I didn't have enough for all of you. I'm sorry." One man barked some quick Farsi at him and then held his hand out as well. "He said that if you don't pay right now his gang is just around the corner and the protection fee will go up to 100 percent." Anou was shoved aside as the insistent thug stomped up to the group.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 03:45:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke shook his head in amusement as the thug came closer, before turning to the rest of the group. "Someone want to talk these guys down before they end up hurting their fists on me? I'd rather keep our profile a little lower than the amusement these guys would provide. Tell them to reform, start doing charity, the usual stuff."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 10:00:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Johan walked forward, a hand reaching into his gym bag to take his P90. He didnt really think he would need to use it but if one thing was true in the life of a demigod you had to be ready for anything. As he stepped up he offered the thugs a smile as he thought about how to phrase what he was about to say. Then his lips parted as he spoke in fluent Arabic, being sure to push them all. "Leave us alone." was all he said, yet there was something in his voice, something that would ensure only the strongest of minds could disobey his command. <br><br>OOC: Spending a willpower point and using hard sell with the command "Leave us alone"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 20:47:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexander beamed rather pleasantly as he headed into the hotel, nodding amiably to all the people staring at him.&nbsp; Admittedly, he was hamming it up with the 'dumb American tourist' routine, but it didn't look like the people around him were into subtle.&nbsp; Burning the image of 'ignorant white foreigner' into their heads would make it easier to avoid recognition later if he needed to play a different role.<br><br>The thugs trying to hustle them for money were amusing.&nbsp; It was like having elementary kids trying to bully him for his lunch money.&nbsp; With his new comprehension of Farsi, Alexander was about to take fleece the thugs for everything they were worth when Brandon stepped up and commanded them to leave, the Scion of Hades movement to grab his weapon not going unnoticed.&nbsp; Interested in the direction Brandon was going, Alexander kept his mouth shut and quietly hummed to himself a jaunty little tune as he watched the events fold.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 22:45:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The two thugs reacted with the instinct of years of hardening on the streets. Hands flashed towards guns as Johan reached for his gun. Then they stopped as his command washed over them. Their hands fell as slack as their jaws had suddenly become, all tension drained from them. They went back to their posts by the front desk. The manager also suddenly wasn't interested in the group. <br><br>Anou looked at Johan in surprise, then gave him a beaming thumbs-up. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 23:29:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, unless we have anything more to do here, I suggest we move into whichever room is biggest and start sorting things." said Luke, looking around. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 02:37:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not even bothering to give the thugs more than a passing glance Yuriko takes her room key as she replies to Luke. “Well they are probably all the same size so it really wouldn't matter.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scya</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 07:43:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She waited, not even bothering to draw her weapon against the mortals," Good idea, as long as they don't have some friends that could be iritated by there behavior. Are there Enough rooms for each of us are do we need to double up? "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 21:32:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, given the number of keys that were handed out, I'm guessing we're doubling up.&nbsp; Dibs on sharing with Yuriko!"<br>Alexander wrapped an arm around Yuriko's shoulder and pulled her towards him, being entirely playful about the process.&nbsp; Giving the young woman a saucy wink, Alexander merrily headed off towards the rooms.<br>"We're going to have so much fun!&nbsp; We can have pillow fights and talk about clothing, and maybe we'll even have some boy-girl talk."<br><br>While smiling and generally looking like a complete and utter moron, Alexander murmured in a quiet voice, keeping it low just enough for Yuriko to hear.<br>"While Johan did a good job of handing the two thugs here, I was thinking that since I don't really need to sleep much anymore, I'd go pay a visit to the entire gang.&nbsp; Now, since the name of the game is keeping a low profile, it's not like we're going to need everyone to join in.&nbsp; But I don't think it's going to look right if I just snuck out in the middle of the night.&nbsp; Care to join me?&nbsp; If not, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tattle."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 23:54:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuriko looks over at Alexander as she gives him a mischievous grin. “Oh and what would you know about girl talk eh." She says as she gives a slight chuckle before wrapping her arm around his waist. <br><br>Leaning in close to him she whispers in his ear. “Sure I am up for a little fun though I hope you are not planning anything to crazy.” &nbsp;she says before giving him a peck on the cheek and releasing her hold on him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 19:49:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Cleopatra had stayed quiet and listened and watched, wisdom gained over her long years helped guide her. 'After all at times it better not to say anything and appear knowledgeable', She had a bad feeling about this 'hotel' and how these scion seemed unconcerned with the use of their powers. Fate had weird ways of making scion pay for casual use of their power something she had learned the hard way over the years.<br><br>She deftly took a key and headed up the stairs wondering which of the others were going off half baked. Her mind planning and detailing, always active she was betting this Bartholomew would be the out doing something before the dust settled around from their arrival. She would need maybe a gas mask or at least some sort of breathing device. She supposed once she was in her room a quick 'jump' to get a few things would be better then hording her power. <br><br>As much as it pained her to admit it as far as she could tell the most competent seemed to be Luke, just her luck. Looking back at Luke she did a tiny nod upstairs and headed for a room</span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 04:55:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke gave a small nod, picking up his bag and following Cleo along. He considered humming something like you'd find in a cheesie 70s porn flick, but the 'Hello Nurse' was probably enough for the moment. He settled for a grin and a chuckle, lengthening his stride to catch up to her.<br><br>"Problems?" he subvocalised, his voice too low for any mortal to hear, but her hearing was far beyond that of a mortal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 19:31:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Cleo pulled off her mirrored shades as she reached the room and opened it and walked, as Luke Followed she tossed a small bag onto the only bed. "Luke, I may not like you, but I know what you are capable of. I do not know most of the others save by a couple of quick meetings here and there. I am betting that this Alexander will go off half ass and try something, he is the type. I have seen those before. <br>I would perfer to get this started as soon after dark as we can. My Suggestion is that maybe you should speak with Alexander, he seems to know you and may listen."<br><br>Cleo was pulling off the jacket, the tight white blouse outlined her torso and breasts. She began laying out a proper burka shaking out each piece. "If needed I can pose as a Muslim, I have the right colored skin as well as know their religion and speak the language. I will admit its been a while since I was on a mission like this."<br><br>Now if you don't mind I need to mediate.<br><br>Cleo sat down on the floor and pulled off each calf boot, lifting a leg as she did so.</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 02:44:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You don't like me?" said Luke, giving Cleo the Puss-in-Boots big eyes look. "But I thought we were gonna make out now." He held the forlorn look a moment longer before relaxing into his usual grin. <br><br>"I know some of the others, to varying degrees." he said, by way of clarification. "I'd like to hope no one would be dumb enough to charge off given the intel we have already. Ok, admittedly I could probably get in there solo, but the gribbly sounds nasty enough I'd rather have overkill along than risk it getting in a lucky shot against me."<br><br>"How long you planning to meditate for? I can call a meeting for soon if you're not going to be long."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 20:27:14</strong>
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				[OOC] Hey ST this post is going to be assuming a few hours have past since we have arrived at the hotel.<br><br>[IC] <br><br>Yuriko walks into the hotel lobby with a small smirk on her face as she sits down at one of the chairs in the lobby and places her feet up on the table. She was sure if Alex and she would actually pull of the crazy stunt that the just did but she was sure that either way it was going to be a blast. The fact that it actually succeeded beyond her wildest expectations only made it more amusing. Not to mention got her in the right mindset to take on the assignment to proceed with the mission at hand.<br><br>Speaking of which she looks around the lobby wondering if the others were going to be showing up anytime soon to get ready to go. After all the Old lady wanted to head out as soon as it got dark and the sun was just starting to go down.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 21:26:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anoushirvan had showered, shaved, dressed in a new, clean set of jeans and brown shirt with a sports logo on it, and was now pacing about the hotel a bit. He looked up and waved to Yuriko upon her return. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 21:36:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Hey good to see at least somebody is ready to go at least.” Yuriko says as she returns Anoushirvan's wave. “So have you seen anybody else yet. I thought we where supposed to be heading out soon.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 13:11:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amy skipped into the room, hair tucked into a ponytail and diplomatic bag still over one shoulder.&nbsp; "Hey there," she said cheerfully.&nbsp; "Hope you haven't been waiting too long."&nbsp; She unzipped the bag and rummaged through her arsenal.&nbsp; "Almost time for the fireworks?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 13:38:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We were supposed to be heading out." said Luke, stepping into view and nodding in agreement. "But running in blindly was not part of the plan. It's also a little difficult to make a plan that takes in everyones talents best, when people decide to go for a walk."<br><br>He fixed Yuriko with a steady gaze. "We don't know how much time we have to sort this out. Every minute could be critical, so I'd prefer we didn't go wandering off without a damn good reason .. and maybe telling someone else where we were going too. Remember, there are nasties out there. We don't know their strength, but if there's enough of them, one of us on our own could be in trouble."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 17:15:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Oh come on Luke don't be such a grumpy fuss. Me and Alex just went outside to have a nice little chat. I mean it had been awhile since we saw each other and had a lot to catch up on.” Yuriko says as she waves him off. “Besides all you had to do was give one of us a call on our cellphone and we would have been right back in no time flat.” &nbsp;<br><br>Removing her feet from the table she stands up and stretches as she looks around the room. “So anyway where is the Old lady at and I believe we are still missing Johan as well.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 18:16:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"This isn't a matter of kicking around a band of giants, or taking down some marauding titanspawn." replied Luke. "The fact that the locals put out an APB, and our own folks thought it important enough to get all of us here says this situation is nasty."<br><br>He glanced around at the others. "Trust me, I like to kick back and have a laugh as much as anyone here, but now ain't the time. Besides," he added "If you make me be the responsible one you're going to ruin my reputation." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 21:14:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Alright already sheesh. I know this is important and I really am taking it with all seriousness.” &nbsp;Yuriko says as she crosses her arms over her chest. “But the really funny thing about missions like this you&nbsp; should never doubt the power of the locals when it comes to information. Especially those who are of the criminal nature.” she adds with a wink.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 22:05:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexander swaggered into the room, humming a jaunty little tune.&nbsp; In marked contrast to his previous clothes, he was wearing a black blazer over a grey t-shirt, with a pair of designer jeans and leather shoes.&nbsp; He twirled a pair of sunglasses in his hands as he headed towards Yuriko, planting a quick peck on her cheek.<br>"Babe, that was amazing.&nbsp; Once this is over, you and I need to tour the world: the things you and I could do together.&nbsp; We'll deserve a vacation anyway."<br>Flush from the victory over the gang, Alexander practically glowed with excitement and energy.&nbsp; The quick jaunt to shake things up had satisfied that trickster itch of his, and he set in the right mindset to tolerate whatever dour and dull plan the group was going to have to carry out.<br><br>Plopping down on a chair, Alexander stretched his limbs out and then clapped his hands together.<br>"Alright, so team meeting time.&nbsp; I notice that we're still missing a couple people from our Scooby-gang: anyone got an ETA on them?&nbsp; Dad forbid that I miss out on an opportunity for Cleo to treat me like I'm new to the business," Alexander remarked rather cheekily.&nbsp; "Mind you, with old age comes a certain amount of crankiness so maybe I should let it slide."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 18:21:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Cleo had taken time to clear her mind and rest as well as freshen up. Washing her face and her body with the tepid water of the sink. She checked her gear and her watch and figured that by now the terrbile twins had either gotten things out of their system or were in trouble. She Pulled on her top and then the long white duster and settled the revolver at the back of her waist and headed downstairs.<br><br>Her pouty lips curled in a smirk, moving as silent as a cat, she listened to Alex and the others.<br><br>"It's&nbsp; not crankiness, Bartholomew. Its experience." &nbsp;as she walked past the lounging youth she patted his head like an aunt would a boy. "You know i have known a hundred or more scions like you and not one of them lived long enough to become a god...you should think on that!!"<br><br>"I suggest we start after sundown or when we all have had some food and are ready. Me I can leave as soon as we need!"</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 22:09:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anou looked at them all, and he could not hide the apprehension on his face. "I'll give you all the help I can. I just don't know what else I can do. I don't want to slow you guys down."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 02:04:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ignoring Cleo's comment Yuriko sits back into her chair as she replies to Alex. “Well I wouldn't mind a little R&amp;R after this. After all I have made a promise to Sakura that we would take a trip to the see The United States after things settle down so that might be a perfect opportunity.”<br><br>Noticing the concerned look on Anou's face Yuriko gives him a encouraging smile. “Hey don't worry about that. After all you are the best bet we have for getting in and out of that place without much hassle at this point. After all you are the only one of us whom has been in there so that is very viable information. Hell at this point we might be the ones slowing you down.”<br><br>She then returns her attentions back to the situation at hand. “So of the two options we have decided that bypassing the patrol was the best so any other ideas of what to do once we are inside"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 02:09:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"How long <em>do</em> you have to live to become a God?" Amy asked in Cleo's general direction.&nbsp; Idly, she sorted through the weapons in her bag, before looking up to make sure no mortals were watching too closely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 02:21:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“I honestly don't think it's how long you are alive so much as how far the legend of your deeds spread to the mortal realm.” &nbsp;Yuriko says in response to Amy's query. “I mean think about it this way Cleo has lived for over 2000 give or take years and is just on the cusp of breaking into godhood. Yet I am not yet&nbsp; even 22 years old yet and am almost at the same point.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 02:30:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amy's gaze flicked towards Yuriko.&nbsp; Evidently she'd been too distracted to make her sarcasm obvious.&nbsp; "Yeah, I got that part," she said dryly.&nbsp; "That's why I ask."&nbsp; She smirked.&nbsp; "But hey, I'm 22 already and still no luck on the ichor.&nbsp; If you've got any tips, I'm all ears."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 02:44:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Nope not a&nbsp; one to be honest.” &nbsp;Yuriko replies with a shrug of her shoulders. “Besides I think the old folks want to get stared on the meeting&nbsp; so I say we give them the floor for now.” &nbsp;she adds as she places her hands behind her head and waits to see if anybody has anything to add to the plan that was formed earlier.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 01:12:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex nodded at Yuriko, "Hey, I'd be happy to play tour guide.&nbsp; I can show you both the sights, maybe take you to some the real fun places that most people don't get to go to, and we can spend a little time on little side adventures.&nbsp; Ever played at a high rollers table?&nbsp; Nothing like it: this little jaunt we did is just an appetizer."<br><br>"But Aunty, you may have seen a hundred scions who were like me, but I can guarantee that none of them <em>were</em> me," Alexander grinned insolently at Cleo, happy to see that the stern woman was beginning to loosen up a bit.&nbsp; "And let me tell you that the little distinction there makes all the difference.&nbsp; You really have yet to see me work my magic: I make David Copperfield look like he's just playing three-card monte."<br><br>"But plans!&nbsp; And having them: weren't we just 'porting in front of the Terra Incognita's entrance to skip the mortals?&nbsp; And then somehow we had to negotiate an army of titanspawn to screw up a ritual that is being supervised by something super powerful?&nbsp; I think there was more to it than that."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 15:54:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, a little bit." replied Luke. He held up a hand and began to tick points off on his fingers. "Firstly, we don't know what our time schedule is like. We need to move fairly soon, so that limits what we can do in terms of preparation. Unfortunately if we simply charge in, we run the risk of getting in over our heads, when we could have avoided some of those problems with planning."<br><br>"Now, assuming we can jump in to the right place .." he turned his head towards Cleo for confirmation "Then we want to try and sneak past the bad guys as much as possible. Fighting will run several risks. It will tire us out. It will risk some of us getting hurt. And perhaps most importantly, it tells the bad guys that someone is there. And yes, that includes punching out sentries. Even if we're not spotted, the fact they no longer respond paints a big red X marks the trouble spot on the map."<br><br>"Next up, we want to try and figure out what we're facing If it turns out gribby X is vulnerable to silver, fire, holy water or badly played polka music, that gives us an advantage. And knowing is half the battle."<br><br>"If we can figure out the specifics of the ritual, we stand a better shot of messing that up. If we can't figure it out, then we go to plan B, which involves me kicking the ass of everything in sight." he finished with a grin. <br><br>"Anyone think of anything else we need to outline, or do we move on to specifics"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 21:55:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“No I think that is about the gist of it.” &nbsp;Yuriko replies to Luke with a shrug of her shoulders. “Now as far as finding out any information about any weaknesses I can look up any info that might be on the net about the myths and legends of this creature but the ritual is beyond me as I am not a mage. So I will leave that to the more mystically inclined.”<br><br>Pulling out her laptop she begins to research any information she can find out about Azhi Dahaka and any weaknesses it might have.&nbsp; As her computer does its search she returns back to the conversation.<br><br>“I agree that stealth is our best option especially seeing as they would more than likely be expecting another attack so will have more than likely increased the number of guards. As for gear I suggest we get some lights unless some of you can see in the dark seeing as he stated that it was rather dark in there. Also I will need to pick up some kind of ranged weapon. I would prefer a fire arm but a bow or sling would do in a pinch.” &nbsp;<br><br>[OOC] Computer roll: 15<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 00:52:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anou looked up. "Please don't forget that the air there is very hot and hard to breathe, and the vapors in the air melt protective clothing and masks after a while. The closer you get to Dahaka, the more toxic the air gets and the worse the heat becomes." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 13:12:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Throat mics and earpieces might be an idea." commented Luke. "That way we should be able to talk without saying anything aloud, or having to breathe. I know I can hold my breath quite a while. I don't think the heat will overly bother me much either, but some form of eye protectors probably wouldn't hurt."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 21:45:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((Sorry for the long absence...I think someone's going to need to catch me up on what's happened.))<br><br>Andrew just kept quiet, keeping his cool during the events that transpired around him.&nbsp; When the local gang had demanded a cut of their property, or money, or whatever, he had been about ready to take out the Typewriter and go Chicago on their asses, but he smiled when Johan got rid of them with little more than a few words.&nbsp; Ah, such was the nature of demigodhood.&nbsp; Everyone had their specialties - like Andrew's being detective work and figuring out pieces of the puzzle.<br><br>At the hotel, Andrew set up his room, and then stuffed his necessities into a single bag to go and meet with the rest of the Scions 'about what to do when they got inside the mountain.&nbsp; "Sorry I'm late.&nbsp; Taking care of the Typewriter is a bit more complicated than normal in this kind of climate."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 22:37:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“So we need to scrounge up some throat mics and ear buds, protective goggles, flashlights, and possibly some gas masks or something similar.” &nbsp;Yuriko says with a slight nod. “Anything else you all can think of that we might need. Once we get the list together Alex and I can have our new friends hunt this stuff down for us while we work on the rest of the plan.”<br><br>Hearing the little beep that meant&nbsp; the laptop had finished it's search she turns to look at what it had found. “Well crap.. that figures. Looks like there isn't much out there on this Dhaka as far as any known nor theorized weaknesses save for what we already know. So unless somebody has a clue of where that Mythical ax is we will just have to wing it on the killing him bit unless we can stop the actual ritual itself.”<br>When Andrew walks up Yuriko waves him over. “Ah you haven't missed to much really. We are just putting together a shopping list so if there is anything you need tell us now or forever hold your peace.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 19:45:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You think they can turn up military grade gear with next to no notice?" enquired Luke. "If they can do that, I'll be impressed."<br><br>"I think we've turned up all we can on spook central via the web. We might have more luck with the mystic side of things, but as it is we can start making plans with what we have."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 04:00:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"The thing I'm curious about," Alexander pondered, "is just how exactly all those titanspawn can survive the acidic gas.&nbsp; I mean, sure some of them might be immune to it, but all of them?&nbsp; Some of them come from Greek myths, and others from Japanese mythology, and I wouldn't think that immunities crossed over like that.&nbsp; Makes me wonder if there's something about them that grants them this kind of immunity, or maybe they have some sort of item or relic that gives them that kind of invulnerability.&nbsp; If anything, some of the monsters inside sound like Nemeans and we could always kill and skin them to use them as a sort of Hazmat suit.&nbsp; Very traditional.&nbsp; Very classic.&nbsp; And fur might be making a comeback soon, so we'd be looking pretty classy coming out of the cave."<br><br>"And I could always steal the gear if needs be.&nbsp; I mean, we know where the military is, I can just make a quick stop and pick the stuff up."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 00:36:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“That is an interesting thought.” &nbsp;Yuriko replies to Alex's query. “I mean that is a lot of different creatures involved in this. Not to mention who has the clout to pull such a gathering together in the first place. I've never heard of the Titans working together in such a way before usually they each work toward their own ends.”<br><br>Placing her hands behind her head as she lets out a low sigh she gives a slight nod. “Well we could gather the needed gear ourselves seeing as we would be near the stuff anyway but that would probably increase our chances of getting caught. Of course our new sources could take some time to gather the needed materials now that I think about it especially if we want it done quietly.”<br><br>“Ah what the heck. We can cross that bridge when we get to it for now lets work on the plan itself. We know that Cleo can port us to the Axis Mundi the question is how do we get it open.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 01:18:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Those tend to vary from site to site." replied Luke. "When you get close though, you kinda get an instinctive feel for what you need to do to get them open. The one to the ghost city of Kowloon-that-was, I had to make funeral offerings, burn hell money, stuff like that."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 05:23:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Great so now we are probably going to need extra items and in this case we won't have any idea what it is until we actually get to the site.” &nbsp;Yuriko says as she lets out another sigh. <br><br>Looking over at Anou she gives a slight nod. “Hey Anou when you all actually got to the Axis Mundi what was the ritual that your guy used to open it. Did you notice any particular items he used or specific prayers he might have chanted.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 22:24:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anou thought a moment. "Well, she spoke in Arabic, and now that I think about it, it was in the same sort of ancient Arabic that the cultists were using. She also made us prick our fingers with the tip of a knife, and gathered up all the blood droplets from each of us. But I don't know exactly what she said. Some of the words were close enough to modern Arabic that I can guess them but not all of them." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 15:13:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“What about the knife that she used was anything unusual about it or did she just tell you all to prick your finger with whatever was at hand. As for the language I am sure that Cleo could be able to handle that seeing as she is an historian.” &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 19:20:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He frowned in thought. "I don't think there was anything special about the knife. To be honest, I was more than a bit worried about pricking my finger at the moment. I've never been a fan of sharp, pointy things." He looked a bit embarrassed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 19:43:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So while we have an idea as to where the Axis is, we're still a little shaky as to how we're going to get inside.&nbsp; Unless we can somehow figure out the specific ritual on our own or through some texts, I think this puts a crimp on completely bypassing the military and the various people operating at the site," Alex mused.&nbsp; "Anyone got a way to look into the past and see what was being said?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 18:47:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuriko crosses her arms as she thinks for a moment before finally speaking. “I don't think the incantation will be that much of a problem. After all as Luke said we will instinctively know what we will have to do once we get near the Axis. The main concern is making sure that we get the pronunciation correct. I'd hate to have the scene from Army of darkness happening if we get it wrong.” <br><br>“As for getting the gear we need I do think that grabbing it from the base itself might be our best solution seeing as they should have the gear we need anyway. I just hope we can find whatever it is that allows the Titanspawns and cultist to wander around without difficulty.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 00:43:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think anyone can get into an Axis in their own way." replied Luke. "Though no harm in knowing what way your group .." he looked towards their local guide "used to get in." He gave a small shrug. "I'm pretty sure we can get in easily enough. It's getting out again that might get tricky." he said with a lopsided grin. "But that's why you have me along. I'm here to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and I'm all outta bubblegum."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 17:29:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew sat and listened to the ideas being pitched back and forth between himself and his fellow Scions.&nbsp; At the moment, his particular forte wasn't in play - he was much more of a tracker, a man who took pieces of information and put them together, not a tactical planner.&nbsp; But, it sounded like that they had a plan to get past the army outside the ritual site, and he was a decent enough fighter and sneaker that he could at least fill some role within the group.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 17:38:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Cleo leaned back against a wall and listened to the others as a small frown of concern creased her face. <br>"Let me see if I have this right, some of you need weapons still...guns? " Her eyes narrowed at Yuriko and the jester. "comm gear, eye protection, O2, Give me an hour maybe 2 and I can get all of that stuff for you. Moneky Boy I believe you still have my phone number or did you loose your phone. Call me if you think of anything else."<br>Cleo straightens and with a small spin of sand is gone. </span></span><br><br><br>[i cleared getting some things with Empy and will have cleo back quickly...post for empys approval any items you need picked up]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 22:27:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She wants me." Luke deadpanned to the room. "Really she does. She just throws up the ice maiden hostility in a futile effort to keep her rampant desire in check." He gave a chuckle and then looked around at the rest of the group.<br><br>"Ok, so while the lady has gone shopping, what else can we get sorted out? Probably best to try and keep our infiltration as quiet as possible. Plans of the place would help, as much as we can get of them at least." <br><br>He looked towards their guide. "Do you think you could sketch out anything you can remember of the way in and out? It doesn't have to be exact .. landmarks, distances, whatever you can give us will be of help."<br><br>"Oh, and if you can give us what you remember of the incantation as well. It might mean something to someone here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 18:38:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anou pulled out his notepad, which was covered in sketches of tunnels that formed a labyrinth. There were even notes on the parts where walls closed in, floors dropped away, or the terrain otherwise shifted. "I made this on the way down. My old Journalism professor said I was always too detailed." He shrugged, a bit embarrassed. "As for the chant..." He looked flustered for a moment then spoke a few words. It was in a singing chant, and some of the words were in a form close enough to modern Arabic for those who spoke it to pick out a few words: "Release...mighty....bring....hope....end." "That's all I could remember of it though." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 23:06:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Have to say, dear aunty Cleo hasn't really aged all that well on the inside.&nbsp; The bottle still looks fine, but the wine inside has definitely turned to vinegar.&nbsp; Are you sure you really want to try and tap that Luke?&nbsp; I'll give you credit, you're a game one and ordinarily I'd give you competition for the shits of it, but she's about as warm and inviting as the desert she came from."<br><br>Taking a look at the notes Anou made, Alexander whistled in appreciation, "Well your old professor can fuck right off.&nbsp; I think we just hit jackpot.&nbsp; Even if the layout changes here and there, if bits and pieces of it still work, I think this might make things a lot easier for us.&nbsp; Heck, at least this gives us a greater idea of what we'll be working with when we go inside.&nbsp; Nice job."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 04:22:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“I have to agree with Alex this is some really good work. Between this and the satellite info I was able to gather we should be able to pop in without to much hassle. Of course getting out will be a very big pain in the ass but we can cross that bridge once we get there.” &nbsp;Yuriko replies as she looks over the information that Anou provided. <br>&nbsp;<br>“As for the ritual I think I could get the door open or at least assist someone in the opening it.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 13:41:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That shouldn't be a problem." Luke replied, grinning. "Being a very big pain in the ass is a speciality of mine, remember?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 20:54:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How could anybody forget?" Alexander grinned.&nbsp; Getting out of his seat, Alexander dusted himself off and began to do some stretches.<br><br>"Alright, when Cleo gets back, we'll all port over and get this job done.&nbsp; Getting a little antsy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 03:11:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And sure enough it was done.&nbsp; Once the supplies were gathered and all were ready, Cleo summoned her Rainbow Bridge to teleport them all to the entrance of Dahaka's labyrinth.<br><br>As the glow faded, they found themselves in a cave. It was deep underground, cold, dark, and clammy feeling even for Demigods. The only light came from a set of torches spaced every thirty feet about the walls of the place, but it was dim and faint. Perhaps a hundred feet ahead of them, for those that could see in the dark, was a rough circle hacked into the floor. Set into the circle was another giant stone, circular, and inscribed with writing in ancient Arabic. Set around the circle were a number of dead soldiers, drujs, and one or two deevs. But there was something strange. Between the time Anou's group had come through and their own arrival, there was no changing of the guard. Not even getting rid of the corpses.<br><br>Now those Scions who were able to sense the presence and requirements of Axis Mundi could sense that the shedding of blood was required for the gate. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 01:29:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke moved towards the portal he could sense, staff held ready, eyes moving around in case anyone else was lurking in there with them. <em>Ok, that looks odd.</em> he thought, noting the corpses.&nbsp; <em>Guess it's the maid's week off.</em><br><br>He moved over towards Anou, and gestured towards the bodies. "That your guys work? How long back did you come through here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 04:08:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Though the lighting in the cave was very dim Yuriko was able to see everything as if it was a bright and sunny day. Looking about the cave she can only let out a low whistle as she shakes her head. <br><br>“I don't know if this is a good or bad sign of things to come to be honest.” &nbsp;she says as she spots the dead sentry still lying about. Grasping the handle of her sword she walks over to one of the dead bodies as she summons the power of the sword to see how long ago it was killed and by what method.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 21:58:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexander sniffed theatrically, "How rude, it's like they didn't expect visitors.&nbsp; I will definitely put forth a complaint."<br><br>Grinning, Alexander looked around, scanning the room for anything that stood out.&nbsp; His knives were out, and he had altered his clothing to something more appropriate to the situation: a comfortably fitting dark brown track suit.&nbsp; Glancing at the dead bodies, Alexander frowned as he tried to jog his memory of the occult for anything useful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 18:42:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anou had to think a moment. "Maybe a week or eight days. It took some time to run back to Tehran from here and get in touch with Mother, and maybe a day or so for her to get the call put out and you all assembled."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 19:01:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm, freaky."<br>Alexander pointed to the blood smears around the portal, "Those aren't random, looks like there's a pattern.&nbsp; Not sure if I'm bang on, but some of those looks like Arabic words, ancient Arabic I think.&nbsp; I'm also getting bad mojo from the portal itself: it's one of those 'need a blood' type, and it's Yazata blood that's the magic key."<br><br>Heading closer to the portal, Alexander examined it more closely, "Also getting the feeling that a lot of things have been moving through, lots of traffic. And there's this aura to the portal, something hot and dark that doesn't seem to jive with the rest of the gate."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 22:35:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hopefully not too much Yazata blood." said Luke, frowning at the portal. "I don't like the sound of that aura. You think maybe someone has left a nasty little surprise waiting for anyone coming through?"<br><br>He rubbed his chin as he looked at portal. "You try The Unlidded Eye on it? That should show us if there's any nasty there, of a magical nature." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 17:16:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“You know it's days like this that I really wish I would have taken up Ryn's offer to join the Occult club back in high-school.” &nbsp;Yuriko mumbles out loud as she looks over the portal. “Heck even if I didn't actually learn any real spells I could have at least improved my knowledge of the supernatural world.” &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 19:45:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The Unlidded Eye?&nbsp; Sorry dude, I think that is outside of my abilities."<br>Alexander looked at the portal again.<br>"Yea, can't say if it's a magical booby-trap or not.&nbsp; It's just not good, that's all I can really say."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 20:02:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But not outside of mine." replied Luke. "It's a handy little trick to know." He turned towards the portal and focused on it. "Right, let's see what we can see."<br><br>((Unlidded Eye on the portal))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 23:44:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke stared at the portal, letting his vision shift to focus on things no mortal eye could see. "Ok ..." he murmured ... "It's .. messy. Strong in the darkside this is, yes. Lust. Hatred. Blood. Lots of blood spilled here. I'm pretty sure there's also a big 'do not disturb' sign hanging on the door, placed by themselves."<br><br>He nodded towards their young guide as he spoke the last. "However, I don't see anything that looks like a trap. Unless anyone feels they can take more of a whack than I can, I suggest I open the door though. Just in case I'm wrong about the whole lack of trap thing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 18:20:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Hey you want to enter first then be my guest.” &nbsp;Yuriko says as she waves her hand toward the portal and gives a slight bow. “After all you are the resident Ass-kicker so this is part of your thing.” &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 20:10:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I suggest the rest of you all move back a little, just in case something nasty is waiting for us." said Luke, nodding, and turned to their guide. "I'm fairly sure that what opens this portal is your blood. Well, not yours specifically, any of your cousins would do." he said, extending his staff out towards the young man. "If you wouldn't mind, I'm going to ask you to put a bit on here, then get your ass behind something solid, while I go be stupid." he said, grinning.<br><br>"And after that ... it's showtime."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 14:40:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amy took a step back, cocking her revolver and grinning.&nbsp; "Then, open it up and let's go to work."&nbsp; She looked, perhaps, far too eager, but that was the Aesir for you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 16:18:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anou stepped forward, taking out a Swiss Army knife. There was a bit of queasiness on his face at the thought of shedding blood, but then he looked to the portal, where his friends had ventured before, and took a deep breath. He seemed to visibly steel himself, nod, then cut a short, narrow gash on his right arm and let some of his blood drip on the staff. Three drops, then five, then he bolted behind a rock formation to let Luke do his thing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 16:39:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke gave Anou a smile and nod and then turned back towards the portal, sending his staff dancing around his body as he spun it through a short series of warm up moves. He started to walk towards the portal, staff held ready, and started to sing.<br><br>"Living easy, living free<br>Season ticket on a one-way ride<br>Asking nothing, leave me be<br>Taking everything in my stride<br>Don't need reason, don't need rhyme<br>Ain't nothing I would rather do<br>Going down, party time<br>My friends are gonna be there too<br>I'm on the highway to hell"<br><br>With that he thrust the blood stained end of the staff forwards and willed the portal to open.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 20:33:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexander grinned at Luke volunteering to go in first, "Don't lie man, you want to go in first so you can be the first one to lay a smack down on the baddies."<br><br>Stepping beside Yuriko, he rested an arm on her shoulder, for all the world looking as if he was relaxing as he watched the entire thing.&nbsp; His eyes shone with eagerness though, and he couldn't help but feel slightly elated.&nbsp; He was on a real assignment again, a task sent from the Gods, worthy of legendary tales.<br><br>Hearing Luke's singing, Alexander couldn't resist singing along, continuing the song when Luke stopped.<br><br>"On the highway to hell!<br>Highway to the hell!<br>I'm on the highway to hell!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 17:35:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuriko pays no mind to Alex as he rests his arm on her shoulder nor does she join in in the banter between him and Luke. <br><br>Instead she keeps her hand upon the hilt of her sword and the playful glint that usually shines in her eyes is replaced by a more somber look as she mentally prepares herself for whatever may come.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 23:40:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a moment there was nothing. No movement or sound. Then the air started to quiver a bit. A tightening pressure filled the cave, and Anou covered his head, knowing what was to come. The air flickered with red light, then a hot, roiling black miasma that seemed to blind and choke. A wave of terror and negation flashed through them all, then everything rushed to a single point: right in the circle of stones. The air quivered more, then the red light expanded like a blood drop in water, growing to fill the space of the circle. It throbbed, and gases which smelled like a mixture of a chemical processing plant and a sewer erupted from it in a thick, greenish haze that slowly dissolved rocks outside the circle.<br><br>Anou slowly stood, looked into the portal, and then at the others. "Well, here we go." He swallowed, then made his way towards the portal, willing to go first if no one else would. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 00:27:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke held up his staff in front of Anou, a barrier stopping him going closer. "I'm bigger than you, and uglier than you." he said with a grin. "That means I take point. Besides, if there is something nasty waiting on the far side, I'm the best one to kick it's sorry ass back to whatever pit spawned it."<br><br>He looked over his shoulder at the others, gave Cleo a wink just for good measure and dived through the gateway.<br><br>((Activating Untouchable Opponent))<br><br>"Showtime."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 04:41:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Luke disappears into the portal Yuriko slips Alex's arm from her shoulder and walks over to it. Taking a few seconds to look it over she turns to the others. “Well I will see you all on the other side I hope.” &nbsp;she says as she steps through and disappears from view.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 05:45:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexander looked at Anou and gave him a thumbs up, "Stick close, and don't talk to strangers."<br><br>With a bounce to his step, Alexander stepped through the portal, following after Yuriko.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 15:39:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Who died and elected him king badass?" Amy muttered, and promptly charged into the portal after the others, gun at the ready.<br><br>(Also activating Untouchable Opponent)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 00:04:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anou was the last to enter and the portal closed with an audible snap and inrush of fetid air behind him. The group now stood in a place superficially similar to the cavern they'd left. Huge rock walls surrounded and enclosed them. That's where the similarities ended. Where the rocks of the mortal Mount Damavand were smooth and greyish-blue, the mythical version featured jagged red stone that jutted like fangs. Serpentine faces in the rock leered and hissed, shifting the moment one looked at them. The rock glowed with a sickly golden light that pulsed on and off in irregular patterns. The floor twitched away from the feet of those standing on them.<br><br>Everywhere around them was the roiling green miasma. The stench of chemicals and sewage grew a hundred times worse on this side. It darkened the air about them, dimming the lights. Those with enhanced hearing could hear the threads of their clothes starting to fray already. Everyone could hear the low thrumming that echoed through the caverns. It was omnipresent, like thunder around them. <br><br>Anou held his notepad close to him and squinted down at it. "Okay guys. Now we just follow the map down and hope this place hasn't changed too badly since my last visit." He put his sleeve over his nose. "And hope the monsters and smell don't get us. It gets worse the closer you get to Azhi Dahaka. We need to head east at the next intersection, and then down a couple of hundred feet. The labyrinth proper begins in the circular courtyard. It's the only thing that was constant when my team came down and when I was...well...on my way back up. There are some stone lions there too. They didn't <em>do</em> anything, but they were really creepy. Thought they were watching us."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 23:27:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke straightened up from where he was pulling faces back at the rock, and walked over to Anou. "Maybe you ought to let me take a look at that map, and take point. Odds are good if there is anything nasty down here, it'll break its teeth on me easier than on you. I should be able to get down to that courtyard easily enough. What's this labyrinth though?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 05:14:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing the treads of her clothing already starting to fray from the toxic atmosphere made Yuriko thankful for certain gifts she was blessed with for it would make it far easier to repair them after they left. <br><br>Ignoring it for now she walk over next to Anou to look over the map with Luke. “Don't you mean we should be able to make it to the court yard there Luke. After all you are not the only one here that can fight though you may be the most experienced aside from Aunt Cleo that is.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 00:22:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexander looked around, wrinkling his nose at the smell before taking a deep breath and holding it.&nbsp; Chances were that he'd need to take a few more before the job was done, but he was determine to inhale as little of the stench as possible.<br>"Hmm, spacey.&nbsp; Though someone should really take out the trash."<br>He grinned at Luke, "Bet your up for that."<br><br>Taking a look at the map as well, Alexander whistled, "Labyrinths, fun times.&nbsp; Though there isn't an ordinary ball of thread that will last in this air.&nbsp; Lucky we have you Anou to help us through it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 16:26:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke gave a shrug. "I figured there was no sense in risking anyone else's ass unnecessarily. I'll not say no if anyone wants to join me .. " he turned towards Anou. "Except you. Sorry dude, but you're not ready for the things that are going to want to jump all over me. When you've got a bit more experience under your belt, you'll find that Fate has this weird balancing act going on. The biggest and baddest get sent against the biggest and baddest, and if something huge and horrible tries jumping on me, it might squash you without even noticing. That's why you need to stay back a bit for now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 20:21:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anou nodded and handed over the map. "I've seen the things down here. Believe me, if I didn't have to I'd never want to see them again. But that's not an option." He shook his head and took his place in the middle of the group, as he had in the original travelers here, in between those who could fight in case of ambush.<br><br>His map clearly directed the group down the nearest passage, then east at the intersection (the west was marked with "dead end filled with poison pit"), down a long sloping tunnel ("stalagmites grow here at super-speed") and to the courtyard. Beyond it was marked "thirty tunnels, keep shifting. Stick close to right-hand wall of first tunnel in the center, look out for demons jumping from roof. Ninja patrol at first and second intersection, lion-beasts at third, past collapsing floor."<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 21:25:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Well looks like you are going to get a nice workout here Luke.” &nbsp;Yuriko says as she looks over the map. “Well I have no problem with you taking point but who wants to take the rear seeing as we need to keep are guide safe.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 21:37:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Who's next best fighter?" asked Luke. "The front and the rearmost tend to be the ones in biggest danger. At least til Fate starts meddling." he amended with a small smile. "Then all bets are off." He glanced down at the map, committing it to memory. He tapped a spot on the map. "These lion beasts. Are they the stone ones you said didn't move, or ones that need to be fought or avoided?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 21:44:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Well I am pretty decent in a fight and people have a hard time sneaking up on me even if they are using magical forms of concealment.” &nbsp;Yuriko replies as she gives the map one last look over.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 20:12:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anou shook his head. "These are mobile, and not made of stone. They're kind of white or albino looking, and have the time-distorting thing I mentioned before. The stone lions are carved in their image though." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 22:29:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexander waved a hand in front of him in a dismissive gesture, "Yea, no, I'm not the best at a fight.&nbsp; I can hold my own for a bit, but lying, cheating, stealing and running away is usually my thing.&nbsp; Don't get me wrong, I've got a fair hand with these daggers, and I've got a good eye for spotting hidden people, but I'm not fighting material."<br><br>He looked at Anou, "Mind, given that these animals you told me about have that aura to them, I'm probably the best person here to take them on since I let fly the daggers at them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 02:30:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke nodded. "Did you get an idea of how far this time distortion field might be? Do we need to hit them from range, will staff length weapons work? If all else fails, grab them by the wossnames and throw one at another."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 07:49:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh..." Alexander blinked, "big enough to suck?&nbsp; I've never experienced it myself, so I can't really say.&nbsp; Maybe a couple yards from them?&nbsp; Anou might know better than me since he saw it in action."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 05:57:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Alex dear I do believe that question was directed at Anou.” &nbsp;Yuriko replies as she lets out a light sigh. “As far as the distortion field is concerned I should not be affected by it to much as I have some skill in manipulating time myself.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 16:18:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anou thought a minute. "Maybe a few feet all around them? It seemed like weaker creatures had a weaker aura, and stronger creatures had a stronger aura. I wouldn't recommend getting up close if you can help it. A staff might work, if it's long enough, but I'd recommend standing back and nailing them from a distance."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 16:31:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you knew just how large my staff can grow, your eyes would fall out." Luke replied, deadpan, though the twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed his attempts not to grin. He followed that up with a glance at Cleo and a wink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 23:17:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Given that you're supposed to be using your staff on giant animals, I certainly don't hope for a demonstration," Alexander drawled.&nbsp; "Now let's go: for someone who's supposed to kick a lot of ass, you're not doing much ass kicking."<br><br>Making shooing motions, Alexander began to head deeper in, keeping alert for signs of danger.&nbsp; Despite the overwhelming importance of their mission, Alexander couldn't help but hum very quietly, his blood singing in him.&nbsp; This wasn't conning crooked dealers or big mafia boys.&nbsp; This was real adventure, real risk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 18:32:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come on, even you've heard of Sun Tzu, right? Know your enemy and know yourself ..." replied Luke. "If our gribblies have weak spots, known ones, better we hear about it before we start to tango."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 01:17:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh come on, we already know the deal with them: hit 'em at range or with the long staff if they get close, but don't try to wrestle with them," Alexander said.&nbsp; "As for the others, it's big nasty male demons, seductive and equally nasty female demons, shinobi and other equally nasty folk.&nbsp; Right now we're on a timer, and standing still eats away precious time.&nbsp; And there's nothing stopping us from talking about it while we walk."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 14:45:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Proper Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance" replied Luke, grinning, and starting to walk forwards. "Yes, we do need to move, but knowing what our gribblies are capable of now means we don't have to find it out in combat, when there's a lot more than a couple of minutes at risk."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 09:00:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I would like to bring up Las Vegas, with the nuke and the bunker." Alexander pointed out. "If I remember correctly, every second counted back then and there was much rushing and improvising."<br><br>He turned to Anou and Yuriko.<br>"Seriously, not even kidding.&nbsp; You know how in action movies, there's like a minute left on a countdown timer when the heroes finally burst into the room?&nbsp; Yea, like that.&nbsp; And it was exactly a minute, and it took us down to the last ten seconds before we figured out just what the hell we needed to do.&nbsp; Seriously, I still don't get it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 03:35:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anou blinked. "The nuke? And the bunker? Let me say congratulations first, and secondly, I would offer a sincere prayer that neither any of you nor I are ever in such a situation in the future." He looked around, seeing his clothing already fraying a bit in the toxic air. "Well, we should be off."<br><br>If no one objected, he would point the way towards the courtyard and "lead" from the middle. The journey itself was short, with only the rancid air's stirring to mark their passage until they reached the sloping tunnel. It was downhill, so that was easy, but they had to dodge past rock stalactites that fell from the ceiling and were replaced within seconds. The whole floor was a jumbled and rocky field, hampering their progress, but they made it.<br><br>When they emerged from the tunnel they were in a colonnaded courtyward. It was circular in shape, perhaps fifty feet around. In between each of the stone pillars that held up the ceiling was a beast. Each beast was a great statue of white marble, carved in the shape of a majestic, roaring lion. And like Anou said, their eyes seemed to focus on the intruders, though nothing else moved. Beyond the circle of lions was a set of thirty circular cave entrances, all equally balanced, all identical. Anou pointed towards the one in the dead center of the circle, north of where they entered. "If nothing's changed, that's the way."<br><br>The other, more experienced Scions however, could sense the malevolent attentions of the lions. And maybe a slight...twitch of a tail? Or maybe not...&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 03:46:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuriko was unsure if she truly saw any movement or not from the statues as the entered the courtyard but the hairs on the back of her neck were standing up. <br><br>Placing a hand on the shoulder of Anou she stops him. “Hold up there kid. Something doesn't feel right here about those statues. I say we let our ass kicker head on up first so that he can check them out.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 00:15:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh various deities, are you kidding me Anou?&nbsp; That was fun!&nbsp; I never had my heart pound that quickly before.&nbsp; Clock ticking down, fate of over a million souls at the end of your fingertips.&nbsp; When we finally took care of the bomb, I was on the biggest high ever: it felt like I had the world spinning on my finger.&nbsp; Ah, good times."<br><br>Smiling with fond remembrance, Alexander followed the path Anou indicated, taking in the sights calmly and scanning for dangers.&nbsp; What grabbed his attention in particular were the lions, great white marble statues that tugged at the artist's soul within him.&nbsp; That he felt ill intent from them dampened things a little.<br><br>"Wait, did I just see that tail move?&nbsp; Because I have some pretty good eyes and if I can't be certain, I'm a little worried."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 00:25:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke nodded and moved forwards, willing his sight to <em>shift</em> so he could see the unseen, his staff held ready for trouble.<br><br>((Unlidded Eye, if it's not still up)).
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 18:27:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Yea I thought I saw some movement myself which is why I am letting Luke go first.” Yuriko replies to Alex's question as she keeps her hand on her sword ready to draw it at a moments notice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 01:00:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ok .." murmured Luke after a few moments studying the play of energies. "Well, no surprise to anyone but those things are wired good. Threads of magic connecting each of them to the different cave entrances. As we get closer, they start tightening up, so could be some kind of triggers. I get the feeling they're waiting ... oh, and they got a serious hate-on for Anou, so you keep back." he continued, directing the last comment to their guide.<br><br>"So, it's probably a trap of one kind or another."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 16:54:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Great well that explains why they never bothered to replace the outer guards. The must have figured to let one escape knowing that they would probably draw others back for a rescue attempt. My guess is that they need a large source of power to unleash this dragon or whatever it is they are trying to free.” &nbsp;Yuriko says as she grips the hilt of her sword even tighter. <br><br>“So Luke think we can take these piles of rubble? Of course there might be others in hiding just waiting for us to do just that but I guess we really don't have much of a choice in the matter if we want to get further now do we?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 22:42:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, a trap loses plenty of effectiveness when you already know it's a trap," replied Luke. "They probably want us to wander down there, all fat and happy, or at least sneaking, so they can try jumping out on us."<br><br>He glanced back at the waiting statues. "Did anyone remember to pack a bazooka? Taking on lawn ornaments with delusions of grandeur is just tacky." he said with a grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 03:32:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“I'm sorry I left that in my other suitcase.” &nbsp;Yuriko replies to Luke's joke as she cracks a a small grin. “No but seriously lets get this over with after all I am only assuming that they need more energy to complete the ritual. If not then we are simply wasting time here and the longer we wait the better chance they have of releasing that thing.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 07:56:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nope, I don't carry heavy weaponry with me.&nbsp; Makes me look like I'm trying to compensate for something," Alexander looked at the statues.&nbsp; "Though I wouldn't mind compensating for the fact that I don't have anything heavy enough to take those statues out.&nbsp; Hmm, I think I'm with Yuriko on this one: since we know what they are, let's just get a move on while keeping an eye on them.&nbsp; Or maybe I could trust trip them off and go running through the labyrinth with them chasing after me.&nbsp; I'm pretty fast."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 05:33:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“I don't think tripping them all at once is the best way to do this but we do need to take them out as quickly as possible so perhaps we can go two at a time seeing as the are only tripped if we try to head down their particular tunnel unless our guide tries to head near them that is.” &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 14:26:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I could always make a missile launcher." replied Luke. "Or a few kilos of C4. Of course, I'm not sure what'd happen if I tried to wire the lot of them. Guess it depends on what triggers them. And if anyone else is nearby we'd lose the element of surprise."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 18:21:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Well it's not like they probably don't know we are here anyway.” &nbsp;she says as she nods toward the stone statues. “After all who's to say that they don't have a alarm to warn the other as well as attack when we get close.” &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 22:52:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anou handed Yuriko his notes carefully, then looked at the others. "I can make this simple for you." He paused, took a deep breath. "The notes can guide you the rest of the way, and if these statues hate me so much, then they can have me and you can go on to stop the ritual."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 23:01:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke made a rude noise and grinned. "No, I don't think so. Just because they don't like you doesn't mean that they're gonna like us any better. There are times for heroic sacrafices and times for not heroic sacrafices. Right now, it's time to show this prehistoric bitch how we do things downtown." He glanced around for an appropriate sized lump or rock, wood, or anything else he could transform. <br><br>((Planing to create a rocket launcher, bomb or similarly sized thing that goes <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">BOOOOM</span> :) ))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 03:57:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexander shook his head, "Nah, feels too much like quitting, and I don't like it.&nbsp; If we can't sneak or disarm it, let's just blow it up."<br><br>He paused for a moment.<br><br>"Actually, hold on a second..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 04:41:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Hey kid not to be a downer on you trying to be a Martyr and all but we don't operate like that.” &nbsp;Yuriko says as she hands Anou the notes back. “Now we are quite capable of handling a few stone statues without you getting yourself killed so keep a hold of those notes and let us do our job alright.”<br><br>She then turns back and she looks at the others. “So are we going to try to do this the quiet way are should we go in guns a blazing.”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Yuriko gives a slight nod as she looks over at Alex. “You know disabling them might not be a bad idea. I am pretty handy pretty handy with machines so it shouldn't be that much different I'd think.” &nbsp;she says as she looks them over.<br><br>“Sure why not lets try to disable them before Luke starts lobbing bombs around.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Stealth: 14<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: avorae rolled: 6d10, adding 11to the total<br>First Target Number: 7<br>Second Target Number: 10<br>Comment: Stealth roll<br>Result: 10, 3, 9, 5, 5, 1, <br>For: 2, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, <br>Total: 14</div></div><br>Disable: 14<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: avorae rolled: 8d10, adding 11to the total<br>First Target Number: 7<br>Second Target Number: 10<br>Comment: Disable <br>Result: 3, 5, 8, 2, 9, 1, 5, 9, <br>For: 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, <br>Total: 14</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 17:54:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The statues kept their place, not seeming to notice as first Alex and then Yuriko snuck towards them. However, when the two began to try and tamper with them, the statues, as one, rose up. They gave a simultaneous roar, eyes all flashing a blackish-red. The roar echoed across the chamber, reverberating from the rocks in a non-stop wall of thunder. At the same moment, all the exits from the chamber sealed shut with a slam of stone hitting stone, including the way they had come in. <br><br>Anou was on his knees, hands covering his ears. <br><br>In Luke's hands, the large rock he found suddenly transformed into a rocket launcher, complete with a missile already loaded. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 05:52:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: avorae rolled: 8d10, adding 4to the total<br>First Target Number: 7<br>Second Target Number: 10<br>Comment: initiative roll<br>Result: 10, 6, 3, 7, 5, 5, 10, 4, <br>For: 2, 2, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, <br>Total: 9</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 03:50:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">2011-08-06 19:37:59 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Statues rolls 11 dice to JB &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;3,3,10,10,5, 6,7,9,5,10, 3&nbsp; &nbsp;(8 successes) +16 auto-successes</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The statues let out a joint roar, and then leaped off their pedestals, surrounding the group. Two raised their forepaws and slammed them to the ground. The impact wave of onrushing air was nearly visible as it charged towards Luke and Yuriko. One charged at Alex with jaws wide open, revealing serrated stone fangs.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 01:45:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexander cursed.&nbsp; Bombs were a lot easier to disarm than magical traps.&nbsp; As the stone lion charged towards him, Alexander ran forward to meet it, jumping at the last moment in order to kick off the lions open jaws before back-flipping and hurling a torrent of knives.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">So, Alexander has a Dodge DV of 26, and he's essentially dodging the charging lion.&nbsp; When it's his go, he's going to hurl his knives at the construct, which is 9 dice and 21 auto successes before any other modifiers.&nbsp; Should I roll the bones?</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 14:15:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Oh Crap!!!” is all Yuriko could say as she tries to roll to the side in a attempt to dodge the wave of air coming her way. As she rolls to the side her free hand reaches into her pocket and pulls out the gun that&nbsp; Cleo was so kind as to provide her as she wills her ichor to fill the clip with pure sunlight. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I am using Flare missile to fill the clip and my dodge DV is a 20</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 22:23:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke grabbed Anou in one hand and flipped into the air, twisting to place his own body between the younger scion and their onrushing enemies, and aiming to land behind some cover where he could stash the guide.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">DV32<br>Looking to get Anou behind cover. If the dodge isn't high enough, he takes the hit to keep Anou from harm.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 00:03:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex's knives thudded into the stone lion's shoulder, leaving deep gouges. ( 4L) Yuriko and Luke both dodged the assaults on them, with Luke getting Anou to safety behind a stone spur. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 06:06:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Crap!"&nbsp; Amy was having an off day, or maybe she just couldn't think fast enough to keep up with her own reflexes.&nbsp; Still, she snagged the priceless revolver from her duffel bag as she backpedaled away from the stone lions, trying to line up a shot now that Anou was out of the way.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">12 successes to Join Battle.&nbsp; As for Dodge DV, can someone link me to the house rules we were using?&nbsp; I can't recall if we nerfed Untouchable Opponent.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>03-09-2011, 02:10:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The lions reared back, the one Alex hit bellowing in pain. The lions backed up suddenly, the ones who were uninjured pacing in circles about the one who was, each roaring menacingly at the group and slamming their paws into the ground, creating earthquake-like vibrations.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 06:34:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Making sure that there was a safe distance between herself and the stone lions Yuriko takes aim at one of the pacing ones and squeezes of a test round at it to see what exactly would happen to the beast once the burst of sunlight hits it. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: avorae rolled: 8d10, adding 11to the total<br>First Target Number: 7<br>Second Target Number: 10<br>Comment: attack roll<br>Result: 10, 7, 1, 7, 10, 3, 3, 6, <br>For: 2, 2, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, <br>Total: 17</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion-Troubleshooters] Not Your Typical I.T. Problem</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 01:14:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The kid safely stashed, Luke swung himself out from&nbsp; behind the pillar, the rocket launcher smoothly coming up to his shoulder. "Listen up, you oversized lawn ornaments." he called out, sighting at the already injured one. "This ... is my BOOM STICK."<br><br>He squeezed the trigger, sending the missile flying towards his target.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: hairyheretic rolled: 8d10<br>First Target Number: 7<br>Second Target Number: 10<br>Comment: shooting<br>Result: 2, 10, 4, 1, 9, 6, 5, 2,<br>For: 2, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0,<br>Total: 3 +22 autosucceses from eDex.</div></div>
			</dd>
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