Code Geass: BotR III: First We Take Pendragon

Agent Red

-Lounge, White Pillar Hotel, Osaka District, Area 11-

Jonah Jefferson checked into a hotel, quietly hoping his leads here might take him somewhere. Room 14.

It was a rather slow day, but some people were loitering in the hall. A Brittanian school girl, a few businessmen and a what seemed to be a farmer doing various things around the lounge.

Walter Griffin

-Lounge, White Pillar Hotel, Osaka District, Area 11-

Welp. Isn't that your luck? You lost the key somewhere and this is one of those old timey hotels that insists on actual keys as opposed to those megnetic creditcard keys. You're stuck here for the next hour since it seems the spare key is also missing oddly...

Elaine Wentworth

-Lounge, White Pillar Hotel, Osaka District, Area 11-

God damn these refreshments are good. And complimentry. You honestly wonder why more people don't blow their whole day sneaking free drinks and candy while the staff look on disapprovingly.

Gerard Spencer, Akio Miyamoto, Naoise O'Connor, Mobius Hartmann

-Military Base, Osaka Outskirts-

"Greetings Mercenaries," General Bartlet looked over at the group, "You've been assembled in order to widen the net against Terrorist activity. Recently, there's been a cell in the region that has been quite active. We believe Chinese funding to be behind it all and to that ends, we're pulling in your squad Hartmann. When Chinese money is coming in or out, we want you on that. Understand?"

It was an odd crowd. Of the 4 in the new squad, only one seemed to be a Britannian regular soldier. Their commander seemed to be North African, a Berber, likely. An Irish Britannian Regular, a Britannian who seemed more Mexican than Britannian and served as a mercenary and finally a Japanese man, likely honourary, similarly serving as a mercenary.

The Amphibious squad was somewhat more homogenous. Ethnic Britannians with full citizenship, regular soldiers.

All in all the contrast between the two was rather obvious.

edited 26th Jun '12 7:14:19 PM by Fauxlosophe

As Elaine continued filling her gob, she took a moment to reflect on why she was there. It was a fairly short moment, as she wasn't really sure herself, except for that her father had something boring to take care of, and she was dragged along in the name of family vacations. Still, it wasn't like she minded. Area Eleven was pretty, and it was never a bad thing to see more of it, so long as she stayed out of the slums, and the Eleven-only areas.

It wasn't so much that she hated the Elevens, it was more that she feared them. A lot of them hated Britannians, and to walk through any of the settlements would almost be suicide, at least until she was old enough to be missed by authorities.

Still, she shoved those unpleasant thoughts out of her mind as she grabbed another drink, popping the top and leaning back against the wall. Several hours of nothing she had to do, and an entirely new city full of things she could do.

She took a sip, and shrugged. She had time enough to do stuff later. For now, why ignore the bounty of sweets in front of her?

edited 26th Jun '12 8:23:32 PM by RenaTheArchmage

I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.

As the head honcho paused in his exposition, Naoise stole a glance at his temporary comrades. A Three, an African, and a converted Eleven, eh? They seem like a reasonably good lot so far... no bets on what they might be like after the General leaves, though.

Officially, he'd been told that he was there as their "Supervisor", but it was painfully obvious that he'd only been shoehorned into the group as another warm body to serve as more cannon fodder. The green-haired man didn't mind, of course, since that was pretty much par the course, but did they really have to dress it up and pretend they were giving him some position that actually had meaning? Letting out a deep breath through his nose, he continued to stand at attention as he waited for the briefing to finally end.

edited 26th Jun '12 8:25:40 PM by darksidevoid

GM of AGOG S4: Frontiers RP; Sub-GM of TABA, SOTR, & UUA RPs

Agent Red glances around the room, wearing a straw hat, a pink Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and some tacky red sunglasses he'd bought earlier today. He glances around the room, his observant eyes hidden by the sunglasses. He notes, in particular, a farmer, and a schoolgirl, Shouldn't she be in class? Probably skipping school. The rest of the crowd appeared to be pretty standard for a place like this. Now, where should I start first? Possibly the farmer, as he would find a connection with my cover, but he might ask too many questions... Possibly the schoolgirl, but that may just be a bit tacky. Of course, I could always hit up the business men, but I doubt that they'll have different information than the ones I talked to this morning. The hotel staff might be good, but I may seem suspicious if I talk to them too much...

As he thinks to himself, he approaches the hotel bar, and takes a seat, considering what he wants to drink.

Walter sat down at the bar and ordered a tall glass of milk. He'd never gotten a taste for fancy drinks - back home he would have some hooch or whiskey for holidays, but normally he never wanted to risk losing an arm in the machinery.

While his broad-shouldered, tall, tan look set him apart from nearly every Eleven and Britannian in the room - in the country, even - he shared something in common with the man next to him at the bar - a straw hat. "Well would you look at that," he said to him as he tipped his hat*

. findin' another man who appreciates a good hat." He contorted his face into a curious look as he added, "But ain't it a bit too dim in here to be wearin' those glasses?"

edited 26th Jun '12 8:52:18 PM by nman

Agent Red orders a Bloody Mary before turning slightly to look over the person who had sat next to him. He grins and says, "Oh? This old thing? Nah, man. This isn't my appreciatin' of hats. Ah got this hat from mah father. Credit should go where credit is due," he tips his hat, "As for these things," he motions to his sunglasses, "Ah just got 'em today, but shadin' mah eyes ain't really why ah got it. Ah got it t' look good."

Akio stifled a yawn as the general droned out their mission and objective. It was noon already and he was not only awake, but also out of bed and, worst of all, sober. He figured he could safely consider the day a failure, so he might as well get something done. Like get paid.

He threw his head to the side to get his bangs out of his eyes, and, still remaining lazily at attention, gave the rest of the group a look over.

His gaze was first drawn to the green-haired one, obviously. Probably a Britannian, if the hair was anything to go by. He suppose he should've gotten used to it by now, but even after a year or two, he still was taken by surprise by their obsession with dyeing their hair.

At least he hoped they dyed it.

The next one also seemed to be a Britannian, which was to be expected he supposed, working for, you know, The Holy Britannian Empire. He seemed a bit more on the tan side than most of them, but hey, in France you didn't learn much about Britannian skin colors.

Their leader was the only standout. He was far too tan to be Britannian, even he knew that. Brittanians didn't come in tan that dark. Or beige. Or desert sky. Or whatever tone this sand-dweller had. He was a bit shocked at first that the Britannians would let a North African in, but hey, he himself wasn't exactly in a position to question that.

The other squad was rather bland. White bread, weird haired(for the most part) Britannian soldiers, the same kind he had fought beside and against in North Africa and the Middle East. The leader stood out a bit, but not too much.

Neither squad was very interesting, he decided at last. Although at least his had the bonus of having him in it.

Turning back to the general, he stifled another yawn. He didn't really care much about the intricacies of who was funding what. He left that to the politicians. He felt a little guilty about fighting fellow Japanese, he supposed. But hey, a job was a job.

edited 26th Jun '12 9:33:13 PM by rabbitRider

Your legacy shall drift away, blown into eternity, like the sands of the desert.

Walter nearly spit out his milk as he stifled a laugh while he drank it. "Style, eh? Say, I've heard a lot of interesting accents since I've got here, but that's a new one. Where you from?"

Agent Red flashes the cheesiest grin he can manage before saying, "New Zealand, born an' raised."

Stuffed. Absolutely stuffed, unable to eat another bite. An afternoon of gluttony would do that to a person, the student figured. She'd have to work hard to burn this off later. But not now, lest she end up spilling it all over the floor. Maybe that would be a quicker way, throw it back up before it even affected her figure. Quick, but disgusting.

Leaning back, she covered a yawn with her hand, starting to crash after so much sugar. She sleepily looked around , considering what to do next. Maybe try to get a drink at the bar, just to see if she could. She was on vacation, after all, and nobody would ever need to know. It wasn't like she'd drink more than a few sips...

As she started plotting her illicit beverage caper, she felt her head grow more muddled, succumbing to sleep a short while later, ill-gotten gains piled in front of her like the spoils of a naughty child.

I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.

"Well, I'm from there too. Whereabouts?" replied Walter.

Mobius snapped to attention. "Understood, my lord," he responded, "My men and I are eager to show these terrorists and those funding them that Britannia's bite is just as good as her bark."

Finally, he thought, we get to do something for those people. He felt sorry for the terrorists, he really did. The fact that they couldn't recognize that Britannia was in charge and looking out for their best interest hurt him, just like, he was sure, it hurt many of his fellow Britannians.

Mobius glanced at the others gathered. They were all mercenaries, apart from the Britannian soldier of course, and Mobius had to fight down the urge to let his dislike of their presence register in his expression. This was Britannia's operation and she didn't need any hired help to handle it.

edited 28th Jun '12 3:54:55 PM by gorynostalgia

Osaka March Fortifications and Military Base

"Excellent," Bartely smiled as he looked at the Brittanian Commander and his squad, "Captain Franklin, you have the intel already and I believe I can trust you to break it down for those present. I will continue my debriefing with Captain Hartmann."

"Understood," Jefferson saluted.

"Hartmann," Bartely said looking back at the group, "You and your group follow after me."

Lounge, White Pillar Hotel, Osaka District, Area 11

"I am sick of your excuses," A woman said angry at her husband as he followed after from the elevator, "This whole trip of yours isn't helping anyone. You've just torn us all from our own lives because you decided you wanted to play father. This isn't a game, Walter."

"Look hone-"

"Don't 'Honey' me now, Walter."

"Look, Charlene, once I get this deal through, there won't be any more worries We'll be in the green again. It was a hard month and you know it. The investors all lost a lot of faith when that new guy took over the company and it was hard but you know as well as I do it's only a temporary blip."

"You know damn well it's not about the money," Charlene raised her voice, "It's about-"

She looked over to a sleeping Elaine.

"Look, I'm booking a hotel for tonight and then I'm going home first thing tomorrow. Tell Elly she can join me if she's done with her vacation, she has my number, or else if she stays make sure she has enough money to enjoy herself. I'm not seeing her stuck inside the hotel room swiping mints again, for Christ sake."

"Alright Charlene, have it your way," The man sighed, "Just take what you need go home and get things in order..."

He would have said more but she was already leaving.

A pair of Locksmiths looked on from the stairs before walking up to check in, "We'll be about another half hour, things are almost done though. We just need to replace the knob and the guy who called us in misreported it."

"You look sort of familiar," The fellow at the check in squinted.

"Guess I got a common face," The Locksmith shrugged, "Unless of course we all look alike to you."

"That's not what I meant at all!"

"Don't worry about it," The smith shrugged, "We've gotten far worse from far less classy places. Interesting clientel you got by the way."

He pointed to the rather lost looking man now standing in the hall, as the front door still waved a little behind his wife.

"Anyway, we should probably get going. We'll be back with the part in no time and it should all be smoothed out."

edited 28th Jun '12 2:03:06 PM by Fauxlosophe

Shit. An actual New Zealander. Let's hope he isn't from around where my cover is from... Agent Red clears his voice and begins to say, "Well, I'm from..." However, he is interrupted by the yelling that erupts. Not particularly interesting, but a good enough excuse not to say where he's from. He turns and stares for a bit, until something perks his interest, the Locksmiths. Something fells... Off about them. Absentmindedly, he says, "Excuse me, sir, but I do believe I need to go." He gets up, and begins to slowly head for the exit.

Elaine opened her eyes, slightly groggy. She felt like hell, and it was taking a heroic effort to keep the contents of her stomach from erupting everywhere. Perhaps the earlier shenanigans had been a bad idea after all. In hindsight, she should've known better.

She groaned. Why did actions have consequences, anyway? Why couldn't things just be pure fun, pure excitement, without any sort of price attached? It almost took the enjoyment out of things.

Almost.

She blinked her mind back into coherency, looking around the lobby. People everywhere, as usual. Checking in, checking out, drinking with friends, drinking alone, standing around...

And staring at her. She looked at the two arguing adults, and groaned again. Maybe it would be better to just stay 'asleep' until they left. Hopefully she still had that option. Maybe they hadn't noticed that she was awake...

She put her head down again, closed her eyes, and pretended to snore.

I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.

Walter had been distracted by the woman saying "Walter," and didn't pay too much attention to the "New Zealander" or his slipping accent as he walked away.

He walked up to the man and put his right hand on the other man's shoulder as he towered over him - half-full glass of milk still in his left. "Hey there, did I hear your name's Walter? That's my name too," he said looking down at the man with his plain smile.

edited 27th Jun '12 5:40:32 PM by nman

"Oh hello," The man forced a smile, "Yeah, Walter Wentworth. Now, not to be rude or anything but I'm really not having a great day as you can see, so I think I'm just going to go back to my room for a bit."

"Woman troubles, huh?" Walter said. "Well, us Walter's gotta stick together, and where I'm from, a man with woman troubles needs a drink, so why don't you let me buy you a nice glass of whiskey?"

Oh, great, Elaine sighed, listening as her dad was approached by someone and offered a drink. If she didn't move now, she'd be stuck in this lobby forever, without any reliable way of getting into her room. This place used keys, for goodness sake. Who uses keys anymore?

Opening her eyes and checking for her mother, she noticed that the coast was clear, stretched her arms out, yawned loudly, and dragged herself to her feet.

She took a few steps closer to the Walters, not wanting to interrupt, but standing near enough to make her presence known.

I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.

"Captain, my lord?" Mobius asked as he began following the general, "It was my understanding that I was only a Lieutenant."

edited 28th Jun '12 3:55:12 PM by gorynostalgia

"You'll excuse me," Bartley replied, "You're working in the Navy? I'm used to military ranks, it's all a pile of bureaucracy. Regardless, as you can see, we're spread fairly thin. I dislike relying on the mercenaries but I expect you to behave cordially, we'll be relying on them for this mission. Keep in contact and if China is invovled, don't let them get away. Further, keep an eye on them for the time being. We have little reason to rely on their good intentions after all."

Meanwhile in the next room...

"Alright, we got jackshit for leads except that there's something going on in the town. Some buzz words about an big money investor on the scene, as well as the big man himself in the next room. a few rumours about things but honestly I don't see what's so appealing about this place compared to say, Kyoto but I'm not about to call them liars," Franklin said looking at the group, "Essentially there are agents on the ground and we're only there if they call in Knightmares. Plan is we take various positions with support from police spotters, if the enemy scrambles, we'll beat them to the punch. Not that their half-baked used Glasgow are going do be much good for them but it's a paying job and I don't care much to fuck it up. Understood?"

Meanwhile on the street in Osaka...

The two men were arguing back and forth in Japanese. It seemed fairly rudimentry stuff to the best of Agent Red's limited phrasebook based knowledge. Slang made it hard to pick out the details but it mostly invovled one berating the other for breaking the knob and generally being an idiot while the new guy alternated between arguing and apologizing and claim it's not something he usually had to do.

Meanwhile in the White Pillar...

"Um," Mr. Wentworth looked as his daughter, "You'll understand if I decline, I have to set an example for my daughter after all."

He looked over, "Come on Elly, let's get back to the room and we'll sort things out there, alright?"

Red follows the two from a distance acting inconspicuous, taking in his surroundings, stopping occasionally at stores he sees for a little bit, but never letting them out of his sight.

"Well why didn't you say you had a daughter with you, feller? Where I'm from you take a man with with woman problems and kids out shooting cans at old Elias's barn, tipping cows, and doing donuts by the quarry... but I don't think we can do that here." He frowned as he said the end of the sentence, but suddenly smiled again as he thought of something, "Say, y'all ever been in a limo before?"

edited 30th Jun '12 8:28:55 AM by nman

"No, we haven't!" Elaine answered quickly, despite her attempts to stay out of the way. She was just planning on going back to the room, but... A limo...

She cleared her throat, looking sheepish, and turned to her father. "But, uhh... Well, can we, dad? It shouldn't be a problem."

I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.

"I will remain professional, my lord," Mobius said, "Are we taking prisoners?"