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Aniventerie Detective Extroadinaire from Imagination World Since: Apr, 2010
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#1: Nov 2nd 2011 at 1:03:49 PM

In a vast estate out in the yawning countryside of Virginia, a tired man waited patiently. He was not fatigued, but weary nonetheless; the exploits this man had undertaken, the sights he had seen! But his soles and his soul had both worn thin from travel.

But now, there was one more adventure that to be had. This one of more importance than any he had ever known, and the fate of the world rested on they who would accept the task.

If it were not clear by now, this tired old man is not going to be the hero of this tale. His time as an adventurer had come and gone, and now his role as a facilitator had come to pass.

Rohmer mixed another drink and went to stand by the french window, giving him a view of the front gate. The people he sought were a diverse group to say the least, and he could only hope bringing all of them into his manor for the initial debriefing was a good idea.

He took a long draught, and waited for them to arrive.

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Taco Since: Jan, 2001
#2: Nov 2nd 2011 at 5:03:27 PM

Anton had arrived. He climbed out of his modest jalopy, parking and locking and gently patting the car. He made sure to be careful, not letting his enormous hands use the mass of his body too severely and break the car or anything. He tightened the buckle on the claymore he kept strapped to his back, giving it satisfying weight under his coat, rather massive and thick for Virginia, and set off for the manor. He left the shotgun in the car.

Anton Krenovich was satisfied by the solid noise the door made when he knocked. This house was solidly built. He liked things that needed protection, fragile things, but Anton could definitely appreciate a solid home, good for keeping out marauders and winters.

Aniventerie Detective Extroadinaire from Imagination World Since: Apr, 2010
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#3: Nov 2nd 2011 at 5:24:38 PM

A tall, dapperly dressed butler answered the door. His face was gaunt and defeated, and his black slicked hair was meticulously and severely groomed.

"Mister Krenovich, I presume." he said drearily. "My master has been awaiting your arrival. Please come with me."

The servant led Anton through the expansive and eloquently decorated foyer into the sitting room. Trophies of past exploits lined the walls; ancient Arabian swords, burial shrouds of forgotten royalty, Egyptian tools of ritual, and so on. Rohmer stood in the middle of the room, and upon seeing Anton enter his face brightened slightly and he went to greet the guest.

"Ah, Mr. Krenovich. I trust you had a pleasant journey? Please, help yourself to a drink." he said cordially.

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#4: Nov 2nd 2011 at 5:30:11 PM

Adriana approached the house on a motorcycle: It was an Indian bike from the twenties, bought second-hand a few weeks ago. It made way more financial sense to buy a run-down bike for her stay in the US than to transport her trusty NSU across the Atlantic. For now, it would safely remain in Prague.

She parked her bike next to the entrance. She removed her helmet, scarf, goggles and riding gloves. She knocked on the door, and she waited leaning against the frame, smoking a cigarette.

edited 3rd Nov '11 8:44:53 AM by SavageHeathen

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#5: Nov 2nd 2011 at 5:47:54 PM

Anton casually sipped a glass of some sort of light cocktail—he hated Vodka—and examined the walls.

"I will... remain standing, sir. My babushka always said that the young men should stand up and enjoy it while they still can, you know?" he chuckled. "That, and we only had enough chairs for the grandparents!" he chuckled lightly some more, and examined the weaponry on the walls closer.

"Sir... are these trophies of past conquests? I am rather impressed, but also somewhat disturbed. You glorify violent victories?"

Aniventerie Detective Extroadinaire from Imagination World Since: Apr, 2010
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#6: Nov 2nd 2011 at 6:02:54 PM

"Certainly not. My efforts in adventuring have been for noble causes, and combat is an unfortunate necessity in certain circumstances. These keepsakes commemorate the good done for humanity, and mourn any blood shed achieving it."

"That would be Ms. Bellic." Rohmer said as the motorycle approached. "Giuseppe?"

The butler obediently and swiftly answered the door and shepherded the next guest through to the sitting room.

"Ms. Bellic. I am glad you were able to come." He said. "My, the guests are arriving sooner than I'd thought."

edited 2nd Nov '11 6:08:40 PM by Aniventerie

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#7: Nov 2nd 2011 at 6:41:51 PM

An old but well maintained car pulled up to the estate, and Dr. James Lawrence climbed out, grabbed his briefcase from the passenger seat, and headed towards the front door. He knocked, then waited rather attentively.

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#8: Nov 2nd 2011 at 6:42:54 PM

Jackson O'Toole sat alone in his maximum-security cell, and he was bored. Sure, it seemed as though this cell was much cleaner than his previous accomodations (a shack in the middle of Yellowstone Park, wouldn't you know it), but there was something missing...

"...Food, yeppers. Water? Lots of it. Shelter? Well, I got me a bed and a roof... I guess that's all the basics, so I guess I'm not really missing anything, that's good. But what's there to do?"

...Now that he thought about it, yes, there was certainly a lack of things to actually do, to keep him occupied. He could eat, sleep, drink, bathe... but where was the fun in any of those things? He was confined to that one room for the rest of his life, supposedly.

Could he make it fun? Well, they took away his toys... his rifles, his revolver, his knife, his explosives, so no. No, he could not. That was probably the point of him being there, after all. He tried to blow up the Statue of Liberty with several crates of TNT a few days ago, so this was probably punishment for him trying to have fun.

This, to Jackson, was a direct attack on his character. He would not have any more of this... oppression. That's it! The law... was oppressing him. It made perfect sense- the government was probably keeping him there to prevent him from spreading state secrets, that... that men in black were hiding the existence of evil space-men, that the Nazis were after the Ark of the Covenant, that the president was secretly his childhood friend, or something, there was no other possible explanation. There couldn't possibly be another explanation.

Suddenly, an idea formed in his addled elderly mind.

"Guard! Oh, Mister Guaaaaard. Surely, a young whippersnapper like you wouldn't hold an old man's medication away from him, now would you? Surely you wouldn't! Now, I need all of it, my chest is gettin' awfully painful."

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Aniventerie Detective Extroadinaire from Imagination World Since: Apr, 2010
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#9: Nov 2nd 2011 at 7:09:51 PM

Giuseppe again answered the door, and with a sour-edged sigh, led the Doctor to the others. James could see Rohmer and Anton going on about the many souvinirs hanging on the walls.

"...Of course, it is difficult to be sure if a supposed Artifact of Arcane Luck does what it claims to, but it an important bit of culture and a masterpiece nonetheless. I plan to donate it to a museum once I find one that I am certain will give it proper respect." Rohmer said, unaware of the Doctor's entrance.


The guard gave Jackson a glance. "Medication? Yeah, just don't think about trying any funny business." he said. He had no idea why a harmless old man was being put on such heavy lockdown, so he had no compunctions toward allowing him small requests. "So, what'sis for anyway? Heart problems?" he said as he granted the old fool his wish.

edited 2nd Nov '11 7:19:32 PM by Aniventerie

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#10: Nov 2nd 2011 at 7:49:08 PM

The doctor sat down in the corner. He considered both announcing his presence to his host, and starting up a conversation with Adriana, before eventually deciding against both and muttering a bit to himself.

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#11: Nov 2nd 2011 at 10:17:54 PM

Ricky tipped the driver generously as he got out of the taxi. Ideally, there would have been an airfield close to the house so that he could have landed his plane in the eyesight of the others, but the nearest landing strip had been a few miles away. He had made sure to buzz the mansion a few times before he arrived, at least.

Knocking on the door, he waited for the master of the house to arrive. He could use a nice stiff drink after his flight, which had been somewhat more turbulent than he had expected. Well, there were few times he couldn't use a nice stiff drink, but that was beside the point.

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#12: Nov 2nd 2011 at 10:38:00 PM

In the distance, an ungodly noise could be heard. A noise not unlike the sound of tumbling trashcans, if a descriptor had to be used. It only grew in intensity with each passing moment, disturbing a group of birds enough to send them flying off in fear. Finally, the source of the racket revealed itself when an old beaten up army jeep turned the corner, heading up the driveway of the estate at breakneck speed. Right at the last moment, when it looked as if the vehicle was going to crash headfirst into the front door, the front wheels turned, whipping the jeep around as it slid to a halt. The passenger door then opened, and out stepped a girl of medium-build with short dirty blonde hair.

"Thanks for the lift, Wilson." She waved to the driver, who merely nodded with a toothy smile. She leaned away from the jeep and shut the door, re-shouldering the duffel bag she carried with her. The jeep then took off like a bolt of lightning, tearing back up the path from whence it came before disappearing around the corner. Exhaling heavily, the girl known as Heather Spalding spun around to face the manor, surprised to see someone already standing at the door.

"'Lo." She greeted as she walked up, looking the man up and down. "You one of the others that Rohmer fellow sent for, then?"

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#13: Nov 2nd 2011 at 11:11:37 PM

Ricky doffed his hat, looking at the girl in surprise. She seemed too young to be part of Rohmer's team. Unless — no, that had to be it.

"Well, hello there missy," Ricky replied. "And you would be Rohmer's daughter?"

edited 3rd Nov '11 12:24:21 AM by BokhuraBurnes

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#14: Nov 3rd 2011 at 12:14:14 AM

Heather's nose wrinkled in response. Daughter? Ugh! She then shook her head, resting her hands on her hips as she scowled quite a bit.

"No. Not his daughter. I was asked to come here to help him with something." The nerve! "I'm not a damn kid, you know."

BokhuraBurnes Radical Moderate from Inside the Bug Pit Since: Jan, 2001
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#15: Nov 3rd 2011 at 12:32:42 AM

Ricky shrugged. He didn't know why Rohmer would be working with someone so young. Still, he had seen stranger things in his time.

"Yes, ma'am," Ricky said in an ironic tone, and then, more normally, "Nice to meet you. Name's Ricky Pistilli. Fly a plane. What brings you here?"

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#16: Nov 3rd 2011 at 4:49:00 AM

"Please come in," Giuseppe droned as the door was answered, "I am simply delighted master has so many guests."

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#17: Nov 3rd 2011 at 6:41:22 AM

The hallway outside cell 137 was awfully quiet.

This cell, for whatever reason, was always guarded by at least five men at a time. The warden was very specific in his instructions. "Do not, under any circumstances, let the prisoner have anything other than what is provided."

Unfortunately for the warden, one of the five men, one Officer Stanford, had gone in the cell to give the man his medication. The man had to- what kind of person would willingly withhold an old geezer's meds? The other four officers agreed- after all, nothing ever happened at this cell.

As if in response to this foolish line of thought, the steel doors suddenly burst off their hinges. Smoke began to pour out of cell 137- soon, the entire hallway was covered in a foul-smelling smog.

"Knock, knock, officers..."

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BokhuraBurnes Radical Moderate from Inside the Bug Pit Since: Jan, 2001
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#18: Nov 3rd 2011 at 8:33:34 AM

"It would be my pleasure." Despite the sarcastic tone of the butler, Ricky smiled inwardly. He could tell from his appearance and accent that the servant had roots in the old country as well. Ricky made a mental note to have a chat with him later in the evening over some liquor.

Entering the main room, Ricky glanced around. Rohmer was deep in conversation with one of the tallest and strongest-looking men Ricky had ever seen. That must be our muscle, he thought. Remind me never to cross him. A rather non-descript man sat by himself on a couch. Quite possibly an assassin. They never stand out.

Given the choices, Ricky decided to go for the most pleasant-seeming of the company. Sitting next to the tall woman, he said, "Hi there. What brings an elegant woman like you to a place like this?"

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#19: Nov 3rd 2011 at 8:43:22 AM

She smirked. "Business, I presume.", she said. "Hope I didn't come all the way from Prague for nuthin'.", she added. "Name's Adriana, Adriana Béllic." She spoke correct english, but with a heavy Balkans accent.

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BokhuraBurnes Radical Moderate from Inside the Bug Pit Since: Jan, 2001
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#20: Nov 3rd 2011 at 9:01:05 AM

"Well, we're all here for business of some kind or another. The question is, what kind of business are you tied up in? It's gotta be something preety special to draw you all the way from Prague."

"Name's Ricky, by the way. I'm the pilot."

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#21: Nov 3rd 2011 at 9:21:05 AM

Adriana's smirk widened a bit. She turned towards the pilot, fidgeting with her glasses a bit. "Serious business.", she quipped, briefly sticking her tongue out.

She made a brief pause. "A pilot, huh? Take me for a flight sometime, and I'll tell ya."

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BokhuraBurnes Radical Moderate from Inside the Bug Pit Since: Jan, 2001
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#22: Nov 3rd 2011 at 9:34:22 AM

"Oh, I won't need to go that far. My guess is that Rohmer will be introducing us once we've all arrived. I was just hoping for a sneak peek."

"That being said, I'm always happy to take people up in my plane. I don't do it for free, though — but I'm sure we could work out a suitable bargain, if you wish."

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SavageHeathen Pro-Freedom Fanatic from Somewhere Since: Feb, 2011
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#23: Nov 3rd 2011 at 9:45:09 AM

Adriana shrugged. "It's quite boring, actually. Same ol' struggle against fascism.", she said. "The Nazis want to get some stuff, so naturally other factions want to grab it first.", she said. "Generally, when you manage to get it, whatever thing they wanted ain't particularly useful... But you've ruined some careers, embarassed those fucks in Berlin and probably sent a bunch of right-wing pigs to the grave. And there's people willing to pay for that.", she explained.

edited 3rd Nov '11 9:49:11 AM by SavageHeathen

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#24: Nov 3rd 2011 at 9:58:42 AM

Before she could properly answer, the door opened, and the butler greeted and invited them in. "Thanks." She said flippantly, moving past the servant and into the manor. They were then led to the sitting room which was to serve as the setting for this little meeting. She squinted at the two others who were already present — an absolutely hulking man who was talking with whom she assumed to be Rohmer, a tall woman whom Ricky immediately gravitated to (of course), and a quiet man seated in the corner. Huh.

Sticking her hands into her pockets she settled for leaning against the wall, watching everyone else for the moment.

Taco Since: Jan, 2001
#25: Nov 3rd 2011 at 12:52:00 PM

Anton's ears perked up at the girl's voice. Balkan. Krenovich had met many Balkan men and women in his line of work, people who had moved from their nearby home to the sketchy Russian wilderness to deal in money, murder, and malicious favors. Anton's mind more or less automatically translated the woman's english into Russian, picking out key words as opposed to sifting through the language's complex grammar and exceptions. Prague, struggle against fascism, Nazis, ruined some careers.

He walked over to her and smiled, holding out a hand. "Ms. Bellic, it is a pleasure to meet someone else from vostochnoĭ Yevrope. Tell me, how long have you, ah, been in this business? This factional play and such?"


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