Geometric Archipelago:Gangs of Octagon Island/Chapter 04
Chapter Four: Untitled
<Interstate-5> ---BEGIN SESSION---
<Interstate-5> You find yourselves standing in the Recordkeeping Office of the Temple, talking to a teenage kid. Ah, the glory days.
<Capn_Ascii> Ascii leans over and whispers to the others. "His sister runs the Red Crowd. And apparantly she owns the temple..."
Kanzel stares. "Well then. that's two we know."
<Capn_Ascii> "Say...is there any chance you can get us an opportunity to speak to your sister?"
<Interstate-5> Brian widens his eyes. "Um... why would you *want* to do that?"
<Capn_Ascii> "Um. It's regarding certain...activities...that she and her cadre of followers may or may not get up to in their spare time. And how said activities possibly relate to certain other individuals and/or groups."
<Interstate-5> Brian rolls his eyes. "What, so you got a problem with someone else, and you think I'm gonna help you... 'handle' them... even by proxy? I run a temple... and I'm gonna say... no."
<Capn_Ascii> "What? No! Nononono." He pauses. "...actually, you could say we do, sort of. If anything, we're hoping to bring the gang activity back into balance."
<Interstate-5> "You mean it's not balanced? I hadn't heard that... but then, I try to keep myself firmly under a rock about that sort of thing, if you get my drift."
<Brellius> "I'd be surprised if this sort of thing never happened before, actually."
<Capn_Ascii> "Look, I'll be honest with you. A person who has it in for us has come to power in one of the gangs and we're hoping to kick her ass and restore the fragile equilibrium you folks enjoy around here."
<Interstate-5> "And you think my sister can help you with that?"
<Capn_Ascii> "We're hoping so."
<Interstate-5> Brian sighs and himms and hawws for a minute or so. "Well... Next payment drop to her is tomorrow morning, if you're here when I grab the funding out of the office here, I'll bring you along and we'll see if she's willing to make time for you. But I don't want to bother her any more than necessary, so that's the best you're going to get."
<Capn_Ascii> "Hey, that's better than what we've got so far. We'll take it."
<Interstate-5> "Alright. I plan to leave here about midmorning."
<Interstate-5> "Anything else I can do for you?"
<Capn_Ascii> "Is there any chance we can look at the records for the various gangs in town?"
<Interstate-5> "This is Temple recordkeeping, not City Recordkeeping. You can probably look up activities and properties in the City Recordkeeping Office, bottom floor of Moondale Castle somewhere. All I can give you is a little stuff on people healed in the Temple, and those records are incomplete -- they don't report all of them, because I don't care that much, unless someone dies."
<Capn_Ascii> "Did anyone interesting die, then?"
<Interstate-5> "Not that I know of, but..." Brian dashes off into the stacks of records. A minute later, he comes out with a folder. "DEATHS - Past 2 Months" is written on the top. "Take a look if you want."
<Capn_Ascii> "Ooooh." Ascii starts thumbing through the info. It's a roaring good read.
<Interstate-5> Capn: A lot of people have been writing... various clerics of all faiths, the jarring differences makes the read hard, if good. You notice that there's been a lot more Red and Yellow deaths last month than the month before, while the other gangs have remained roughly constant. Otherwise, you don't notice anything interesting.
<Capn_Ascii> "Hmm. Why would Red and Yellow suddenly be suffering less casualties?"
<Interstate-5> (Huh. They aren't. The casualties are increasing.)
<Capn_Ascii> "Hmm. Why would Red and Yellow suddenly be suffering le--er, more casualties? Maybe Green is kicking their butts."
Interstate-5 changes "last" to "over the past" for clarity's sake
<Capn_Ascii> "Hmm, I should ask Madeline about this later. Alright, thanks for the help."
<Interstate-5> "I'd advise you not to use her first name when you meet her, given that you don't know her at all, and she doesn't know you. At least, presuming you like all your appendages," Brian cautioned, taking the folder back.
<Brellius> "Having limbs is pretty cool, yeah..."
<Capn_Ascii> "Maybe, but it's the non-limb appendage I'm worried about." He clears his throat. "Ms. Rose, then?"
<Interstate-5> "Yeah, that's probably best."
<Capn_Ascii> "Well, thanks for the help. We'll get back to you if we need anything else. Hopefully we'll see you tomorrow."
<Interstate-5> "Sounds good. I won't wait, though. Either you're here, or you're not."
<Capn_Ascii> "We'll be here, as long as we don't die along the way. And I for one don't plan to die..."
<Interstate-5> Brian nods, and heads back into the stacks to reshelve. A minute later, he takes a seat at his desk.
<Capn_Ascii> "Alright, guys, we're done here. At least for now." He heads back outside the Temple, partly to find out what time it is and partly because his helmet is chafing.
<Interstate-5> You find that it's mid-afternoon outside.
<Brellius> "Take cover!" Brellius says as he dives for cover
Kanzel dives behind the nearest cover
<Capn_Ascii> Ascii drops into a crouch, though he doesn't know why.
<Interstate-5> An arrow suddenly appears in the ground right where Brellius was standing a few seconds ago.
<Capn_Ascii> "Gah!" Ascii combat-rolls behind a nearby market stall.
Brellius looks around to try to find the arrow's source
<Interstate-5> Brellius: Using your superior powers of spotting and triangulation of the arrow's embedding, you notice the guy. He's shooting from the roof of the Circle Industries complex.
<Interstate-5> You notice he's getting another arrow out, but he's being slow to set up. (And technically, he's too far away for you to ascertain he's a he. :P)
Brellius points dramatically at the would-be assassin
<Interstate-5> As soon as you point, the assassin puts his bow down... then disappears.
<Capn_Ascii> "Dammit! He's getting away!"
<Brellius> "How would we catch him when he was already far away?"
<Capn_Ascii> "Like this!" Without waiting for confirmation, Ascii reaches out to grab the sleeves of both of his comrades, then focuses on the rooftop and utters a few words of power. The three of them vanish in a blur of color, before re-appearing on said rooftop.
<Interstate-5> The rooftop looks flat. There's no one in sight, and you notice a single door that apparently leads down. You also notice a few vents emitting what appears to be steam.
<Capn_Ascii> Ascii quickly glances around to see if anything was left behind at the shooter's position. "Brellius, go dow the stairs and see if you can catch up to him."
<Brellius> "Got it," Brellius says as he rushes down the stairs
<Interstate-5> Ascii: No. :p
<Interstate-5> Brellius: Rushes down? You mean, tries to unlock the locked door?
<Brellius> "I think it's locked. It'd be pretty rude to keep going if the assassin isn't actually down there."
<Capn_Ascii> "Grah. He must have locked the door behind him. Unless he's still here..." Ascii starts checking around the rooftop and behind the vents to make sure they're actually alone.
<Interstate-5> Capn: Nope, definitely no arrow-shooter here.
<Capn_Ascii> Ascii blinks after taking a moment to lift up his feet and check beneath them, as if he might be standing on the assassin without realizing it. "...uh. Well, I'm out of ideas, but would one of you guys mind checking, just in case I missed something?"
Kanzel runs over and tries to unlock the door
<Interstate-5> Kanzel: You manage to open the lock, no sweat. You feel like you should be hitting a certain gimmick object from Staples.
<Brellius> "Ah, thank you." Brellius runs down the stairs while keeping an eye out for anyone who looks assassin-y
Kanzel looks around on the roof for any clues.
<Interstate-5> Brellius: You make it onto Floor Five of Circle Industries. It looks like you've found the office floor for the fancy executives. You see really cool looking offices through the glass as you run down the corridor.
<Interstate-5> Kanzel: Nope, no arrow-shooter here. You do, however, find a couple of silver coins that were dropped on the roof by someone.
Kanzel grabs them
Interstate-5 erases his previous Brellius line
Kanzel chases Brellius down the stairs
<Interstate-5> Brellius: You make it onto Floor Five of Circle Industries. It looks like you've found the office floor for the fancy executives. You see really cool looking offices through the glass as you decide whether to try this floor, or keep running down the stairs.
Brellius decides he couldn't pick out the assassin from any crowds, so he keeps going down to check the exit
<Capn_Ascii> Ascii is watching the front door from the rooftop to see if anyone runs out.
<Interstate-5> Brellius: You find yourself on the First Floor, where the main cubicles and conference rooms seem to be. When you arrive, everyone stares.
<Interstate-5> A guy in a business suit quickly runs up to you. "Are you authorized to be in the building?"
<Brellius> "Probably not, but I'm looking for an assassin."
<Brellius> "Would-be assassin, that is."
<Interstate-5> "I'm sorry, I don't think we can help you on such matters. This is an industrial center, not a stronghold for an illicit organization. Perhaps you should try a different part of the city."
<Brellius> "No, not to hire one. I mean one tried to assassinate ME."
<Brellius> "I am rather bitter about it."
<Interstate-5> "If you are looking to acquire weapons or other materiel for your revenge, you should try one of our authorized retailers in the Commercial Square."
<Interstate-5> "I believe you should leave the premises immediately."
<Brellius> "I am rather reluctant to just let the guy go. Do you do tours?"
<Brellius> "Hmm all right. I might have to return at a later time, though," Brellius says as he walks to the exit.
<Capn_Ascii> Ascii waves at Brellius as he steps outside. "Hey! You find anything?"
Brellius waves back. "Nothing!"
<Capn_Ascii> "Dammit. Looks like he's gone."
<Interstate-5> ---END SESSION---