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This takes place roughly 1 month before [Story Arc #6] New Beginnings. Please, PLEASE include the title of the vignette you are replying to at the top of your post. Makes it easier to track. Thank you, and enjoy.
Debts Paid
Lunch was a questionably pleasant affair, reminding
Dillon of simpler times, and
Gale of life’s bittersweet vicissitudes. Thorn, the team leader of T2M:E, chose the Café Bellagio. After spending a rare night off with Gale, he wanted to see the former leader of T2M:A the next day before heading back to Europe. Thorn had left nearly an hour ago, but the two lingered, each lost in their own thoughts.
Only a few tables over, a young girl, perhaps 16, dined alone. She had an uncanny charm and innocence about her; an experienced eye could easily mark her as a nova. The wait staff treated her kindly, but she was clearly uncomfortable and out of her element. She was even more uncomfortable when the restaurant refused to take her card, or rather the card of the famous nova singer Serenade. No, the girl couldn’t possibly know her, and no, the hotel did NOT allow people to use cards that did not belong to them. The staff, charmed by young Daphne, were loathe to harass her… but there was a bill that needed paying, and
Daphne had nothing but the card Laura had left her with.
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Thieves in the Night
The Triads were active, very active. They controlled half of Asia at this point, but they were smarter than the Columbian cartels were. Acting from the shadows, they smuggled illicit goods and services across the continent and beyond. That was why they were here, in fact. The warehouse, a seedy sometimes-club in Hong Kong’s shipping district was a key location for Triad activity, and tonight played host to an out of town smuggler in their service. What he was smuggling was valuable, and no one outside the Triads wanted them to have it.
Suzukaze,
El Dragon, and
Operator were exactly the right people for this mission. Sent by Comstock to investigate, and obtain whatever was being transported. Suzukaze had the added lure of finding information on her family, while Operator was on retainer. Dragon, always a sucker for the right cause, was just here to prevent bad people from doing the things bad people do. The three were situated on a nearby rooftop, formulating their approach.
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Captive Audience
Fundraisers were such boring affairs. Rich people with money, being bribed to give that money to other rich people. Still, it was what one did to become president.
Impetus watched the scene as one of the young novas he was grooming began to sing.
Serenade really did have a lovely voice. The event was televised, a little concert by the world’s hottest novox artist to stir the opnet and draw attention to imp’s campaign.
Flare was in the audience, or was up until she went to the restroom to get away from the creepy old rich man that kept trying to engage her in conversation.
Herr Forester, the
Hell Kraken, stood in the corner. He was a monolith of industry that was larger, both literally and metaphorically, than the other attendees at the relatively small dinner. It was meant as an intimate event, set in a pleasant Colorado ski retreat, but untimely weather had caused many cancelations. Attendees seemed happy, but the Hell Kraken was beginning to wonder why he chose to attend this event, as opposed to next month’s Boston meeting. Then the entertainment arrived.
The unmistakable sound of automatic weapons fire sounded, signaling that someone at least had managed to penetrate the snow to arrive at the dinner. Unfortunately the new attendees were not on the guest list. Armed Michaelists came through the door, a chained, burning nova man lending his power to their cause. At the sight of Impetus, two men pulled out handguns and shot themselves out of guilt at opposing him; sometimes the drugs were less effective than others. The rest fanned out across the room in what was apparently going to be a hostage situation.
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Chance Meetings
Johnny and
Sean stumbled down the alley, leaving the Archon by the back exit. If asked, they probably wouldn’t be able to explain why they kept coming back together every month; their mutual bravado brought them into constant conflict, but somehow partying in Vegas was less fun separately. As they loudly debated the merits of nova lass they both had failed to win over earlier in the evening, they literally ran into a blue giant. They turned a corner, and the nearly 7’ tall blue-tinged man was standing there, leaning against the brick.
Joe had come to the Archon at Terri’s urging. The woman wanted to see the Archon. Party with novas, get another thrill. Joe though, he tired of the starlets and the would-be godlings quickly. Stepping into the night for some air, he found he just couldn’t get away. Two more of the abrasive young novas stumbled into him.
Before either party could act, however, a young girl ran by. All paused to watch the incongruous sight. She was familiar to everyone for no readily identifiable reason, especially Joe, who felt a dreamlike sense of déjà vu at seeing her. Seconds passed as the three turned to look at one another, the same confusion painted on each of their faces. Then, a group of hardened men, all clearly elites or privately employed novas ran by. They were chasing her. 4 experienced men with quantum powers chasing a young girl… That couldn't have a happy ending.
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Strained Relationships
Solitaire and
Gravitas strode confidently into the St. Petersburg club. Zmei never advertised, only word of mouth attracted new guests. The current patrons were a rough crowd comprised entirely of novas. Elites with (more) violent leanings, nova (and other) supremacists, and of course the Dominion terats that ran the place and used it as a recruiting station. It wasn’t a place that the ex-Utopians normally frequented, but there was rumor of a planned attack on “something big” running through the Teragen grapevine, and that was bad for everyone. Someone needed to talk sense into Shrapnel before things went too far. They were quite surprised to see Phantasm there, talking to a stunning nova woman as she drank at the bar, when they walked in. Months missing, and they found her here of all places.
Phantasm was having a conversation with a new terat, someone calling herself
Baroness, who was trying to find her place in the movement while trying to look like she knew exactly where she belonged. She was mostly succeeding. Phantasm caught site of her friends as the crowd parted for them, torn between animosity and grudging awe. Baroness realized that two of the Teragens brightest stars were in attendance, a rare opportunity to make important contacts in the movement. A death metal novox band screamed in the background as the crowd waited to see why the two Pantheon members were there.
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