[ He doesn't expect the stillness. They've landed here to search for something. A relic? A temple? He's glanced at the brief and understands what he's supposed to do, but he distracted by the paved and glistening landscape. It's like an ocean of glass frozen over. Blackened by the sky and lack of atmosphere above. All that stares back is a reflection.
Carefully, he picks his way across the terrain, curiosity a dim spark in his mind. The smoothness of everything reminds him of the crater left behind in Heaven's Gate. A vast nothingness. Just an echo of what used to be there. Is this what it would transform into, years from now? ]
It's too still. I feel like something's just waiting to happen.
[ Do you feel it too? ]
ii. pentara prime
[ Now this, this is what he excels at. Parties, people, the disgusting opulence and wealth hanging in the trappings all around. The rich are not just rich, they're exorbitant. Gowns spun from silk and dripping with expensive jewels, suits lined in cloth gold, silver, platinums. He's watching the flurry of colors with a mild amusement, sipping on a green bubbly liquid that tastes like champagne (but hits you like 100 proof vodka).
Easily, he keeps track of their target– Soren Valaäd, Minister of Economics - it's hard to miss him after all. Soren is dressed to the nines, a mix of peacock colors spanning his longcoat in an intricate pattern. His heavy hands are laden with rings, glinting with every gesture he makes in conversation. November idly wonders how easy it might be to pickpocket him; a juvenile idea for a member of MI6, really, but something about Soren makes him want to. It doesn't matter though, soon they'll be rushing the minister out of the fray. There's a coup they're gently helping to incite and fortunately, Soren will need to be retained on in the aftermath.
There's also the matter of them obtaining information from a vault upstairs. He can't be too distracting to Mr. Valaäd. ]
(( Minister's in sight, 22:00 from the entrance. How goes the extraction? ))
[ It was weird at first, but he's really grown to love this whole mental communication system. So much easier. ]
iii. wildcard
[ Want to catch November on the station? Or maybe in another scenario? Go for it! ]
November 11 || Darker Than Black || open
[ He doesn't expect the stillness. They've landed here to search for something. A relic? A temple? He's glanced at the brief and understands what he's supposed to do, but he distracted by the paved and glistening landscape. It's like an ocean of glass frozen over. Blackened by the sky and lack of atmosphere above. All that stares back is a reflection.
Carefully, he picks his way across the terrain, curiosity a dim spark in his mind. The smoothness of everything reminds him of the crater left behind in Heaven's Gate. A vast nothingness. Just an echo of what used to be there. Is this what it would transform into, years from now? ]
It's too still. I feel like something's just waiting to happen.
[ Do you feel it too? ]
ii. pentara prime
[ Now this, this is what he excels at. Parties, people, the disgusting opulence and wealth hanging in the trappings all around. The rich are not just rich, they're exorbitant. Gowns spun from silk and dripping with expensive jewels, suits lined in cloth gold, silver, platinums. He's watching the flurry of colors with a mild amusement, sipping on a green bubbly liquid that tastes like champagne (but hits you like 100 proof vodka).
Easily, he keeps track of their target– Soren Valaäd, Minister of Economics - it's hard to miss him after all. Soren is dressed to the nines, a mix of peacock colors spanning his longcoat in an intricate pattern. His heavy hands are laden with rings, glinting with every gesture he makes in conversation. November idly wonders how easy it might be to pickpocket him; a juvenile idea for a member of MI6, really, but something about Soren makes him want to. It doesn't matter though, soon they'll be rushing the minister out of the fray. There's a coup they're gently helping to incite and fortunately, Soren will need to be retained on in the aftermath.
There's also the matter of them obtaining information from a vault upstairs. He can't be too distracting to Mr. Valaäd. ]
(( Minister's in sight, 22:00 from the entrance. How goes the extraction? ))
[ It was weird at first, but he's really grown to love this whole mental communication system. So much easier. ]
iii. wildcard
[ Want to catch November on the station? Or maybe in another scenario? Go for it! ]