The LPA
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Post by The LPA on May 28, 2009 2:38:28 GMT -5
Violette appears perplexed by Iole's request. "Darling, I can put on a show anytime I please, but why do you need it so soon? Not exactly my... regular hours."
"Something has happened to Ollie, can you do it or not?" Sid states.
Violette nods. "Ollie? I can be ready in the hour... but how will this help my little rattie?"
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Post by Iole on May 28, 2009 11:58:33 GMT -5
::Later at the club, Violette is getting ready for her curtain call. She and Iole are peeking through the curtain where Violette points out one of the Regent Guards in the audience. He's a well built man, and his face and expression gives the impression of one of those guys that all the girls at a party try to avoid::
You're sure it's that one? Wow, some girls get to have all the fun.
::She pats Violette's shoulder sympathetically::
Just make sure you get him to your dressing room.
::She turns to leave, but she stops short. That sad feeling she got off of Violette the last time she was here is coming off of her again::
Hey... Violette, I know you don't really like doing this as much as you say you do. So I just want to say thanks for your help..... you know we've got a good five minutes before you actually have to go on. What's the story between you and Ollie? I've been wondering is all.
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Post by The LPA on May 28, 2009 15:24:40 GMT -5
Violette stands backstage, looking nervous, which is strange for her normal, cocky demeanor. She smokes from a crumbled cigarette in an attempt to calm herself, it's clear shes worried for Oliver.
"This is going to work, right?" She says as she takes another drag from the cigarette. "And remember, I'm doing this for Ollie." She states, looking out at the crowd from the side curtain. It is when Iole asks about 'the story' that Violette turns around, perplexed. "The 'story?'" She states. "Fine, I suppose you deserve to know that much." She pauses to breath for a moment. "I love Ollie, he was the only man to treat me as a person and not something to be used and tossed aside in the morning. He actually cared, even in our brief time, he cared. More then I can say about anyone else out in that audience." She takes another drag from the cigarette. "Why else would a girl, who could have any man in the city, care about a little Burmecian? But a girl like me isn't meant for a guy like him, just had to accept that reality. Alright, I got to fix myself." She trots off. "I hope this works!" She yells back as she heads for her dressing room.
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Post by Iole on May 28, 2009 19:51:42 GMT -5
(OOC: How much older is Violette than Oliver?) You... you wha... ::Suddenly everything makes sense. That was why Violette had hated her from the moment they'd met. And instinctively, it might have been why Iole had disliked her as well. She had seen this sort of thing happen between Rainii and Natalia, and again that time with Lillith and Guinevere. But actually being caught in one of these herself puts a whole new perspective on it. And before she know it, she catches herself wondering if Violette and Oliver had ever... she cuts that train of thought off abruptly, shaking it out of her head and darting back to Violette's dressing room, taking refuge in the woman's armoire to wait:: www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOTVwnogqQQ&feature=related
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Post by Jas on May 29, 2009 11:30:34 GMT -5
::Elsewhere::
::Once the fighting has died down, Kyran pokes her head out to see if its clear. Once seeing it is, she niffs the air to see if she could pick up Iole's scent, though it would be difficult due to the smell of smoke and blood::
[glow=white,2,300]This is going to be harder than I thought.[/glow]
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Post by Iole on May 29, 2009 14:51:53 GMT -5
::The door to the dressing room bursts open as Violette is pressed hard against it, with the soldier from the audience crushing his lips against hers. Violette's appearing to enjoy it is a testament to her abilities as an actress. The man smells like cheap vodka and peanuts::
Soldier: You really know what you're doing.
Violette: Like I said, the real show happens behind the curtain.
::She smiles and again he's suffocating her with his lips. While he's distracted, her eyes flicker towards the armoire where Iole is hiding. She pulls him along and the two of them roll along the wall until she has his back against the armoire. They pull away from each other and he gives her another disgusting pig-like grin. Violette however, no longer looks amused::
Violette: On second thought, I just remembered, I'm cosher.
::Before the man can figure out what she means, the armoire behind him is thrown open and Iole has her hands on either side of his head. His eyes roll into the back of his head while Iole concentrates. Then she lets him drop where he's already out cold. Iole looks a little drained as she lets herself out of the armoire::
You were right, he knew everything and he was ready to sell it. It's all there; the layout, guard schedules, camera locations, and he's pretty low ranking. It must have taken him weeks to get all that information stored in there.
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Post by Nu on May 29, 2009 16:37:20 GMT -5
::Outside::
::Kamikaze watches from the rooftop, now knowing she was inside:: I'll wait until she shows herself, then I'll strike.
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Post by The LPA on May 29, 2009 18:28:36 GMT -5
"Remind me never to have you touch my head." Violette states, walking over the body of the soldier, kicking him in the side as she does. She walks to the mirror counter and lights a cigarette as she readjusts herself. "So what other hidden tricks do you have in that body of yours?" She waves the question off. "Right, right, not the time. When do we go for Ollie?"
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Post by Iole on May 29, 2009 23:37:07 GMT -5
::Iole rolls her eyes::
Well for one, I don't necessarily have to touch your head to see inside it. Meet me and Sid at the corner of the block northeast from the IAHQ in ten minutes. I'll take him to the alley behind the club. He'll wake up thinking that your old boyfriend from Alexandria burst in and they squared off before he was knocked unconcious. I'll have to rough him up a little.
::She hoists the unconcious soldier over her shoulder before leaping out Violette's window::
::The ten minutes later come quickly and Violette and Sid are waiting a block away from the building where Oliver is being held, standing against the outline of the housing like a dark sentinel. Right now, it looks even more foreboding than the palace itself. A white eagle circles above them before dropping to the ground and changing back into Iole::
Sid: So what's the plan?
::Iole snaps her fingers. Behind her out of the darkness steps a very slight female who's a little older than a girl but looks too youthful in the face to be a full woman. But Sid and Violette are startled by her glassy black eyes that have no white in them, like her pupils had grown and engulfed the rest of her eyeballs. She's wearing a simple black dress and elbow length fingerless gloves, and has black stockinged feet with black flats. Her bone white hair is done up in a black ribbon, pulled away from her face, making it look even smaller::
Sid, Violette, meet Nyx. Nyx, Sid and Violette. Everyone acquainted?
Nyx: Pleased to meet you.
::The girl speaks in a deadpan tone that sounds like she's never really been pleased about anything::
Good. Alright here's the plan. Nyx, what did you find out?
Nyx: I couldn't shadow in. The building is shielded from magical infiltration.
I figured as much. Alright, thanks to Violette's "special friend" from the club, I now know that the building Oliver's being held in is wired with high frequency devices that disrupt magical abilities. They were previously employed by The Order of the Locus. That means I won't be able to change and Nyx won't be able to shadow. Sid, that's what I need you for. Do you think there's a way you can scramble them?
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Post by Nu on May 29, 2009 23:46:41 GMT -5
::Kamikaze has keep a quite watch on them as they got to the IAHQ, waiting for the opprotune moment to strike. Where he is, his scent couldn't reach those with sensitive noses:: Why would Astaroth send me on such an easy mission? he thought. ::He notices their at the HQ:: Seems their trying to free that oversized rat.
((OOC: Once again, no offense to any Bermecian fan))
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Post by The LPA on May 29, 2009 23:59:27 GMT -5
Sid nods in reply. "Yes, I'll need to get inside and find them first, or cut their pover. Either vay, no guarantees though." He checks his shot-gun. "Vhat makes it more exciting."
Violette, in her battle uniform or what she calls a uniform, brandishing a assault-rifle from the hip. "What about me? If they have hurt my lil'rattie..."
((Grrr))
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Post by Iole on May 30, 2009 0:06:55 GMT -5
Violette, you, Nyx, and I are taking point. You'll cover our rear in case we're spotted. We shouldn't be if our friends intel on the guard routes are accurate. Nyx, can you glamor the cameras so they don't see us?
Nyx: Yes. Glamoring is a minor skill. The devices can't tamper with it.
Good. If what I dug out of that man's head was right, Ollie's being held in solitary to be prepped for... ::she swallows:: torturing. It's in the basement levels. The good news is that puts us in perfect position to make an escape through the sewers once Sid shuts down the machines and I get my strength back. I'll break open the floor. It should lead us right down. Violette, Ollie, and I will get out that way. Sid, once you've done your part, wait in the southwest wing. It's the locker rooms. You should be safe there until Nyx comes to shadow you both out. Everybody clear on the plan?
(OOC: Sure you'll apologize to Burmecian fans, but you never say sorry for using the word witch. I frowneth upon you)
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Post by Nu on May 30, 2009 0:23:27 GMT -5
((OOC: I did that incharacter! ::Still notices the glare:: --; Alright, I apologize. ::Stratches the words 'Overgrown Rat' and 'Witch' from his list:: Anything else I need to remove?))
::Kamikaze heard the plan:: Hmm... ::His eyes catch a glimps of Nyx:: Huh? She looks familiar.
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Post by The LPA on May 30, 2009 0:27:13 GMT -5
"Aye." Violette and Sid say simultaneously. "So ve knocking on through the front door? If ve ask nicely enough, they might let us pass." Sid says with a cocky little smile.
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Post by Iole on May 30, 2009 0:35:30 GMT -5
::Iole shakes her head at Sid::
Smart @ss. Our informant got that for us to. I don't know who he was planning to sell his information to, but it's lucky for us he was. There's a fire escape at the west wall. We take it two floors up and stay clear of the windows until we come to the one that leads to the restrooms. I'd suggest waiting in the stall to steal uniforms, but... well Sid, you're a Burmecian and any guard uniforms would likely slip right off me or these two. Sid, take this.
::She hands him a napkin she took from the club::
Sorry about the buffalo sauce. Stupid Doug wouldn't let me take one unless I ordered something.
::He unfolds it to find a layout of the different floors of the prison, drawn haphazardly in red pen::
The X's are the locations of each device. There's one for each school of magic, but the first one I want you to take out is the black magic one. It's the one I circled. It'll let Nyx use her powers.
(OOC: You know I'm still not sure what school Iole's ability would belong to).
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Post by The LPA on May 30, 2009 1:03:40 GMT -5
Sid looks over the crude map quickly, making a mental note of the possible location of the device. It would be a lot farther from the restroom then he'd prefer, but what is, is.
"Alright, ready."
Violette chambers a round in her assault rifle, then swings it over to her back as she draws a pistol and a knife. "Don't want to alert them to early, nobody likes it when you skip the foreplay." She grins as she takes for the fire-escape ladder, climbing up it.
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Post by Iole on May 30, 2009 1:12:46 GMT -5
::Iole leaps to each platform of the fire escape with Nyx behind her. She finds that the higher she gets, the harder it is for her to use her enhanced physical ablities. She'd most likely be completely without them once they're inside. They reach the restrooms on the third floor, slipping in quietly through the open window::
Alright, Sid, the guard routes are on your napkin as well. Follow them and you should be able to get there undetected. I've also marked the camera's blindpots. You should be fine on your own. Violette, we're heading to the elvator at the end of the third corridor we cross. Nyx.
Nyx: Already on it Miss.
::The white haired girl moves to the door and pushes it open a crack so she can reach her hand through it. She twirls her fingers then closes the door again::
Nyx: The first three cameras on this floor are glamoured. We can move past them freely now.
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Post by The LPA on May 30, 2009 1:22:36 GMT -5
"Cya vith Ollie, good luck." Sid slips ahead, keeping the map in one hand and his shotgun in the other as he transverses the hallways.
Violette remains behind with the others, covering their back as they make for the elevator. "Got your six." She keeps her pistol raised, the knife clasped tightly in her grip, blade facing down. The whittled grip of the pistol creating a smooth pocket to house the knife handle.
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Post by Iole on May 30, 2009 1:35:27 GMT -5
::Nyx stops them at the corner, placing a finger over her lips. They wait in a few moments of tense silience save for booted footsteps and some cheery whistling. Nyx hugs the corner and waits for the guard to come around in the middle of his routine check. Then she claps a hand over his mouth and slips behind him, pinching the pressure point at the base of his neck. He goes down without a sound. She lets him down slowly before turning her attention to the next set of cameras::
Sorry to rely on you so heavily this time around Nyx.
Nyx: I'm always glad to be of use, Miss.
(OOC: Shoot, I've got to wait for Jas before we get to the elevator)
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Post by Oliver on May 30, 2009 2:57:35 GMT -5
"Iole, your friends are as frightening as any of the Guard. Where were you a year ago?" Violette mutters as she keep vigilant watch at the rear, staying in a low crouch as she hugs the wall.
Meanwhile, Sid has taken off for the utility closet on the other side of this floor, supposedly holding one of the devices, the white one. He runs nearly afoul of two Guard's, sitting in an office, watching a T.V. Sid slides up against the wall beside the door to the office and takes a quick peak with a small pocket mirror. They're facing the other way, good. With this oppertunity, he swiftly crosses infront of the doorway to the other side and continues on, checking his map briefly.
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