Active Six Assassins: Part I [Clearwater Cove]

[SixSense]

Mikhail Xudriess ​

NeramoDJI Maverick Six

Mikhail would pick his head up with a grin as Zeke announced himself as the captain. “Come have a seat Zeke, let’s have a chat.” The elf smiled, he would turn back to the bartender as he dropped more coins on the wooden table.

“A drink for my friend here.”

He would turn back to Zeke, sizing him up briefly. He seemed pretty young to be a captain, his age couldn’t be that much apart from his crew members. Honestly it made Mikhail question the legitimacy of this group.

“I’m going to cut to the chase here Zeke. Your crew seems like some good company and I’m not talking about their looks incase you’re wondering. You guys seem like a fledgling crew, hell, I never heard of you or seen you in my life.” Mikhail would take a swig of booze as he cleared his throat.

“I’m a dead man walking Zeke, you hear me? Before I succumb to that bitch known as fate. I want to go out with a bang. I don’t know why exactly your crew wants to purchase stock in you but I’m curious to find out why you seem to give all them a second wind. Let me join your crew, I promise you won’t regret it. ” Mikhail would down the rest of his drink as he slammed it onto the table.

“Another one.” He would call for the bartender as he slammed more coins on the table.

 

[Maverick Six]

Starring (Goals)

Pamela (Maverick Six) -

• Deal with her Cashback AKA [Wanted] Title

Zeke NeramoDJI

• Find a New Hideout

Raia SilverFeathers

• Bond and watch each other's backs
• Learn to Cook (In progress)

Izzy Moonberry

• Bond and watch each other's backs
• Give the crew a physical
  • Raia
  • Zeke
  • Pam

Yabani @Tobi Naefaerne

• Spread his name and the name of his god
• Obtain groceries for a good meal
• Prepare a good meal for the crooked blades (In Progress)

Mikhail SixSense

• Find Some kindred souls (In progress?)
• Play some tunes

Clearwater Cove​

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Silverdale, Savory Spittoon (Outside)

Characters: Yabani, Raia, Izzy​

Raia inhaled to take in the sweet scene of the food which Yabani had carefully prepared. But unintentionally, she gained slightly more information than what she might have truthfully known what to do with.

Spoiler: Results from Raia's Heightened Sense: Smell F

From what Raia could gather, someone who was near-by was not what they had seemed. While everyone near her might have looked human, one person smelled akin to a beast. Anyone could have any number of reasons to hide who they are. And it would ultimately be left up to Raia as to what she did with this information, if anything at all.

She could also smell Yabani's cooking, obviously! The scent was that of someone who could cook a rather pleasing meal. Not a master chef by any means but above average.

"Huh." Blondie said, scratching his head. "Guess someone's spreading rumors, ya know." He said, looking around for the person who told him the falsehood that Yabani was selling his things. But no such person appeared to be within eyeshot. With that, the man shrugged and simply walked away. As Izzy approached.

After a few moments, both would feel an odd sensation sweeping over them. It was about the same sensation that others were feeling. It felt hard to pinpoint what is and what it's nature was. All that one could tell was that something was wrong. Whether or not to act on this impulse was ultimately up to each individual. [D Grade Challenge....]

Silverdale, Savory Spittoon

Characters: Zeke and Stella, Pamela, Mikhail

Pamela (Duh)

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Free Bird (Harp)

"It's goin' on you're tab." The bartender mention to Mikhail.

There was a lot in what Mikhail said that she agreed with. Trust was valuable, especially in a place-like-this, ripe with so much betrayal that it was a bit of a wonder that things were standing. The way she saw it, the difference between petty thugs and folk who had it so made as to establish networks of smuggling and intel was one thing: Trust. They could trust eachother enough to have one another's backs and needed no contracts. No laws. No feds. It was either trust, the threat of violence or a combination of the two. She couldn't help but nod at least a little bit as Mikhail spoke.

There was a bit of baggage attached to him, but she couldn't complain. It felt almost hypocritical to complain about that. "Baggage, huh?" She mentioned. "Man you got a way with words." Just as Pam takes another sip of rum and cola, she finds quietly coughes to herself, choking for a second.

Something had felt wrong. [D-Grade Challenge......] There was really no other way to put it. Her instincts were alerting her to something. But what that something was. Pam's ears perked up. And she tried to inhale. There was a myriad of scents and conversations about the room. Thus it was that she stared about -- ears perked and eyes flicking about. Her mind detached a bit from the conversation at hand, though she didn't appear frantic. Only cautious.

Looking at the others in the room, it seemed as though there wasn't anyone else who reacted outside of Barden. As he sat at the table, contently both waiting for his meal and passively absorbing all information present, he began to look around himself. He scratched the top of his head. Everyone laughed, had a good time. With everyone galivanting about as per usual, Pam couldn't help but wonder if what she was feeling was truly real.

"Huh...am I going crazy....?"

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Spoiler: OOC

OOC Note: +1 Effectiveness Bonus will be given to any character who can guess the nature of what's happening.

Spoiler: Pamela Actions

1. Perked - Supersense: Multidirectional Hearing F, Heightened Sense Smell F, Energize F - It's best for many who aren't the most durable to detect danger beforehand. Ever accustomed to being frail, Pam takes a moment to assess her environment. She raises her nose to sniff the air and her ears in multiple directions toward, danger. Grade F - 0 Post Cooldown (Try to figure out the "odd sensation" she's feeling)

Spoiler: Barden Actions

1. What in Tarnation? - Investigation ???, Street Sense ???, Insight ??? - Barden tries to get a read on a situation. - ??? Ability - ??? Post Cooldown

Spoiler: ??? Actions

1. ???? - ???? D, ???? D, ???? D, ???? E, ????? E, ????? E, ???? E, ????? E, ???? F - ........ - D Grade Ability - 2 Post Cooldown -

 

[NeramoDJI]

(Gonna look a bit rough, I’m posting from my phone)

Zeke hummed in response to everything happening around him, a slight haze leaving his eyes as he snapped back to attention, finally paying attention to everything happening in the current moment. “Ah, so, you’re wantin’ to join the crew then lad? So long as you’re willin’ to follow the only rules we got. My words law, with the only exception being matters of health, in which Ms. Izzy there is your voice of authority.” He said, gesturing to the doctor while giving a small nod in acknowledgment of her.

Until he noticed a change in Pam’s demeanor, in which he slowly moved his hand to his sword hilt. “Another exception bein’ our warning system here whose skirt is too short for her job… what’s the matter ms. Pamella.” He asked, his tone taking a more serious stance as he held the grip of his sword in preparation.

 

[SilverFeathers]

Raia (#4064c3)​

Character Sheet
Moonberry Maverick Six​

Izzy's added protectiveness over their food was amusing: the sight somewhat reminded her of an angry kitten whose territory had been intruded upon. Raia had thought she was more the always-friendly type considering the way she so easily took to all the new crew members on their first meeting. Smiling at her side comment, she was about to respond before briefly recoiling and wrinkling her nose.

"Ugh, someone smells like dog fur." She hissed quietly, subtly glancing around for the source, though not finding any obvious culprits. Hidden identities were a dime a dozen, heck she even knew orphans that hid surprising truths and stories sometimes, hence she didn't pay the discovery much heed. This was an isle for criminals and exiles after all. But that discovery followed by a weird sensation passing through her body, made her think twice. The blondie mentioning someone 'spreading rumours' too, did not help.

Ugh. Annoying. Running a hand through her unnaturally blue hair, Raia couldn't tell if she had lost it whilst in captivity, or if this paranoia was real and valid. With a sigh, she tried not to let her head get to her and think things through rationally.

The recent talk of appraisal made her wonder if it was that, but she'd been appraised so many different times and ways, the sensation felt distorted and she couldn't be completely sure.

Although she still moved rather languidly as per usual, her eyes darted around thoughtfully, taking stock of their surroundings and trying to locate that disguised beastkin too. At the same time, she pressed closer to Izzy, ready to react at a moment's notice.

"Hey, Izzy, don't lose yourself in the food too much, k?" She smiled gently, giving their doctor's shoulder a light squeeze.

Having threats hidden in the dark whilst being in the light was annoying. They always were. She would like to group up with the rest of the crew, but who knows if their enemies had area of effect shenanigans ready to go. Man, she knew crazies that really loved their rickety, clockwork grenades back then. Whatever. What they needed was information.

Even if that disguised beast or whatever had the enhanced hearing to hear it, she might as well go all out. Better safe than sorry.

Actions:

• Overaware E
  • Supersense E [Echolocation] (100ft), Heightened Sense F [Smell], Energized E
  • Raia fans out her leaf-like, translucent ear fins and emits a rebounding high-frequency soundwave, using all her senses to assess her surroundings.
• Sniff F
  • Heightened Sense F [Smell], Energized F
  • Raia sniffs the air carefully to assess her surroundings.
• Sniff F
  • Heightened Sense F [Smell], Energized F
  • Raia sniffs the air carefully again to assess her surroundings.

 

[Moonberry]

• Izzy || Tipsy Physician

• Interacting With/Mentions: Maverick Six Moonberry SilverFeathers NeramoDJI
  Languages: [Common], [Terran]

  ~Six Assassin's~
  Izzy's Character Sheet Equipped Titles:[Human][Isekai]

  

  
  
  Izzy's lips curved upwards in that familiar feline smile. Though her prey seemed to be the succulent meat that Yabani had kindly placed into her hands. She winked at the man's little play on words, then she moved to sit on the edge of the table, near Raia. Crossing her legs and getting herself comfortable, before she dug into her treasure. It was as she was raising the first skewer to her lips, that she heard Raia comment about wet dog. Izzy paused, pulling the meat away from her lips a bit hesitantly.
  
  "Well tha's no' exactly un expected es' et? We're en ah bar ain' we? Et's boun' tae' smell like' salt'n sweat. Maybe one've these foch's es...a Dog mink?" She paused her speech to start looking around curiously for any possible dog beastkin or dogs that might fit the bill for wet dog. But her interest and focus was quickly lost when Raia told her - not - to get too lost in the food. "Oi Oi Oi!" She called out a bit too loudly. "Wahs' ahll this now? Ah've been waitin' tae' get lost en this meat since ah'dun dragged th' man away from th' last bar! 'E promised me good food! Anh' ahm' damn well gonna enjoy et!" She harumphed, and pulled the skewer back to her lips. Closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. Then sighed and slid the first bit of meat off the stick. She let out a small moan as she chewed on the meat. Nodding and uncrossing her legs to swing them back and forth in an almost child like manner of pleasure. Whatever was going on, she at least appeared to not care or realize.
  
  

 

[Maverick Six]

Starring (Goals)

Pamela (Maverick Six) -

• Deal with her Cashback AKA [Wanted] Title

Zeke NeramoDJI

• Find a New Hideout

Raia SilverFeathers

• Bond and watch each other's backs
• Learn to Cook (In progress)

Izzy Moonberry

• Bond and watch each other's backs
• Give the crew a physical
  • Raia
  • Zeke
  • Pam

Yabani @Tobi Naefaerne

• Spread his name and the name of his god
• Obtain groceries for a good meal
• Prepare a good meal for the crooked blades (In Progress)

Mikhail SixSense

• Find Some kindred souls (In progress?)
• Play some tunes

Clearwater Cove​

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Silverdale, Savory Spittoon

Characters: Zeke and Stella, Pamela, Izzy Mikhail, Pamela, ????​

"I dunno." Pam begins. "Something feels weird. Like something I've felt before." It felt embarrassing not to be able to describe something like a "gut" feeling. Immediately, however, Pam's eyes follow someone else.

Raia's blue skin was eyecatching within a bar filled with people of primarily conventional colors. Her eyes followed her as she, too, seemed to be suspicious. Most everyone didn't seem to notice.

As Raia wandered over to someone, she would see a face that might be familiar. It was the "brunette" from before. The exact same one who had said that Yabani's food was on sale. She appeared to be wearing a blouse, pants, and boots. For the most part, she looked like a human, the most abundant of the races and the most common one that you'd smell here. It would be more apparent to Raia, however, that she was a beast, something most would not be able to detect. A drink was right before her, but it mainly seemed untouched. And would remain untouched. On her back appears to be a hat. Though, of course, she would notice differences between what was seen and what was indeed.

Spoiler: Overwear E Results

Raia could more precisely smell the woman and identify her. It seemed that her beast blood spoke to something of a deer.

The echolocation actively pings her -- and what returns is a shape that belies her eyes. The woman appears to, in truth, be wearing robes. Atop her head is a set of antlers. And on her back, where her hat is, is a strange weapon that appears almost like a basket. It has a complex mechanism within, however, and is embedded.

The high-pitched sound appeared to alert the woman, who looked over at her approach with green eyes and a raised brow. "Someone's nosey." As Raia approached the woman -- she was greeted by a pair of green eyes.

"Though, I guess I can't be one to talk." She said cryptically, she was about to speak more. But then someone approached. One could spot a twitch in her face.

"What's up, Raia?" She heard Pam's voice coming from behind. "You make a new friend or something?" What Raia had seen, Pam did not.

"No. Your new -- friend "Raia" doesn't know me." There was a shift in the woman's voice. She sounded a bit more foreign. Certainly not from anywhere nearby. Not Widersia. Not the Fae See. Not the Eastern Empire. Somewhere farther West.

The woman would pull some cash out of her pocket. And she placed it by the drink. There appeared to be money.

"But I know you." It was a statement that almost flooded Pamela's mind. "I could smell the bandit on you a mile away. You left quite the trail. But it seems you've mixed with some pirates.

"Shen Lu, you fuc-" Pamela's fist clenched. And her hand flew at the woman without much regard. The enforcer raised a brow, beginning to move. But the situation had, in essence -- gone too quickly for even his eyes.

Kuroki

Soon everyone would see Shen for what she was, Antlers and all.

Shen Lu​

WHOOSH​

The attack had come before she processed what exactly it was. [Pamela has been surprised] A strike had come as an open palm directed towards her solar plexus. [Pamela HP 0/3] Air flew out of the bunnykin's lungs, along with a mixture of saliva and blood. Then she became a blur, flying out of the bar like a hurricane.

Unlike Pamela, Raia had the luxury of having fractions of a second to react to the attack coming due in part to her preparations, senses and caution.

SHING

Yanked from her back -- Raia would be the first to get a good look at the weapon. A so-called "Flying Guillotine". The weapon was twirled via a cord. And it might have been in another state, mistaken for something harmless, had a whir of spinning blades whipped in her direction like a ball a chain -- threatening to slice into the tendon that connects the neck to shoulder. [??? Grade Attack] Yet in an affront to common sense -- she seemed to weave attack and movement into one.

Silverdale, Savory Spittoon (Outside)

Characters: Yabani, Shen Lu, Pamela ​

The simmering of the grill would be interrupted by the shattering of the door.

CRASH

For all the trouble that the bartender had given Yabani, as it suddenly broke. Or, more accurately, shattered into hundreds of wooden pieces -- swinging hinges and mess made about the only indication it had ever been there in the first place. Through the shattered door came Pamela, who span almost like a ragdoll tossed through the air. Like across a pond -- she skipped and bounced along the ground until she finally stopped.

"You....

....fucking....

...Bitch." Pamela's eyes glazed over. Ragged breath escaped bloody lips. And yet her body had all but fallen limp.

Shen came out of the bar, twirling gracefully through the air as though floating before seeking to gently land outside. She inspected herself for any damage -- in case someone had managed to actually hit her on her way out. She'd effortlessly cross about 40 feet, and the plan was to land 10 feet or so away from Pamela.

"I had planned for this to be more decisive. But I suppose I'll just have to kill your friends again. Though maybe this time, they'll run." She said, her tone ripe with a blatant condescension and yet -- a tinge of surprise that someone had even managed to notice her and alter the course of her actions.

The town had become quiet. Almost everyone had been frozen, dumbfounded by the strange new face in town, and most of them were not in any immediate danger. Everyone seemed determined to mind their own business. The Enforcer found himself outside of his jurisdiction as the fight had carried itself out of the bar. "Barden" could be seen absconding from the bar. Stella appeared to coil almost instinctively onto Zeke's shoulder, and he could feel her grip tighten on him.

Yet, despite this, it seemed like everyone was watching. It wasn't often that a fight like this happened here...

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Spoiler: OOC

OOC: Combat has begun. Advanced Rules and Effectiveness apply.

Spoiler: Pamela Actions

Actions: 0/3
1.

Spoiler: Barden Actions

Actions: 1/3

HP: ????
Armor: None.

1. Outta Dodge - Fast E, Special Movement: Speedburst F, Acrobatics E - Barden sprints of the area as quickly as he can. - E-Grade -

Spoiler: Shen Lu Actions

3/3
1. Fighting Style: ??? - ??? Knockback ????, , ???? Inacapacitating ????, ???? ???? - ?????????????????????????????????????????? - E Grade Ability - 1 Post Cooldown [Target: Pamela]

2. Draws Flying Guillotine weapon

3. Fighting Style: Flying Guillotine ????? ??? - ??? ??? Agile, ???? ?????-Fast, Jumping ???? Special Movement: Fancy Falling- ????????????????????????????????????????? - F-Grade Ability - 0 Post Cooldown
Cooldowns [Target Raia]

Note: The techniques shown can be evidently seen.

 

[Moonberry]

• Izzy || Tipsy Physician

• Interacting With/Mentions: Maverick Six Moonberry SilverFeathers NeramoDJI
  Languages: [Common], [Terran]

  ~Six Assassin's~
  Izzy's Character Sheet Equipped Titles:[Human][Isekai]

  

  
  
  Izzy had remained quiet as Raia conducted her inspection, contentedly chewing her meat. Her attention, however, snapped to sharp focus the moment the woman’s tone changed. By then, it was too late. When Pam went crashing through the bar door, Izzy was on her feet in an instant, springing into motion even as the world around her seemed frozen.
  
  "Oi, Hot Hands! Keep Raia safe'n get'er out've 'ere!" she barked over her shoulder to Yabani as she staggered into a hurried, unsteady sprint. Despite her inebriated state, Izzy moved with purpose, clumsily vaulting a table and nearly losing her footing as she slid across the floor toward Pam.
  
  Reaching the white-haired femme fatale, Izzy dropped to her knees, her movements now sharp and deliberate. She leaned in close, placing her ear near Pam’s mouth and nose, her hand resting lightly on the woman’s chest to confirm faint but present breaths. Relief flickered across her face, but only briefly. Without hesitation, she gently but firmly turned Pam onto her side, keeping her neck supported, and slipped two fingers into her mouth to sweep away any obstruction from the airway. Satisfied it was clear, she shifted her focus.
  
  Her hands deftly tugged at Pam’s shirt, exposing the bruising already beginning to bloom across her torso. Izzy frowned, her mind racing through the possibilities. It was too soon to assess the full extent of the damage, but the discoloration didn’t bode well.
  
  "Tha's no' ideal, not 'ere," she muttered under her breath, her gaze darting toward the unnervingly still bar. The eerie calm wouldn’t last. Her sharp eyes swept the room for the nearest exit or some semblance of cover where she could properly treat Pam without interruption.
  
  Scrambling at her hip pouch, she pulled out a small tincture. With practiced efficiency, she uncorked it with her teeth, pouring the contents onto her fingers before spreading it carefully but swiftly across the slowly bruising skin of Pam’s abdomen. The pungent aroma of the herbal concoction cut through the stagnant air. Even as she worked, Izzy’s hand darted to another pouch on her belt—the heavy, telltale jingle of coins echoing ominously in the room.
  
  "First one tae' bring me tha' bitch's rack off'er ugly mug gets a hundred more o' these shiny berries!" she spat, her words carrying an edge as she hurled the jingling pouch out through the shattered door toward the deer woman. Coins spilled from the bag as it arced through the air, glinting in the dim light like a promise of chaos.
  
  Without pausing, Izzy shouted again, her voice cutting through the mounting tension as she began to carefully scoop Pam into her arms. She gritted her teeth at the awkward angle but kept Pam’s body as steady as she could manage.
  
  "Capt'n! Get th' crew moving! We need'tae scram! Pam's hurt!" Her words carried urgency, her eyes flicking toward the looming threat of renewed violence in the bar. They needed to move—now.
  
  

Actions:
1. Drunken stagger : [Acrobatics F] Clumsily make her way towards the patient
2. Rough Treatment : [Healing] F [Medicine] F Administer tincture to promote tissue regrowth and reduce any internal bleeding
3. Cause a riot: Throw a bag of money out for the taking, and offer a prize of more for the deer ladys head.

 

[NeramoDJI]

Zeke “Mors” Valdain

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Zeke took a moment to register the fact that his tracker had just been launched out the wall of the bar, his eyes widening. He looked back towards where the presumed assailant would be, quickly drawing his cutlass and flintlock at once. He leaned his head to Stella, whispering. "Get the rest of the lads, give em the dragons call." He said to his small dragon, putting the blunt end of the cutlass on his shoulder as he looked towards Shen. He had a feeling he recognized her, since he was himself a not too small figure in the West Empire, as he decided to buy some time for Izzy, walking back towards the hole made in the bar.

"Ye ought to think long and hard 'bout what yer doin' here lass! I can tell from your garb you're a West Empire lass, so you already know 'bout what I've done. Scalescourge Zeke isn't a man to be slighted lightly!" He called out, making a play at trying to get her to hesitate, since if he could get even a bit of hesitation, that would make anything else much easier, such as what he was about to do. As Izzy threw the bag of money into the bar, Zeke slashed his cutlass along the air between Shen and the two women, a [Portal] Opening as he carved the air open. He did this so that if another ranged attack was launched in the chaos, it would get caught in the portal and transported somewhere else rather than continuing to attack Pam or the woman healing her.

"I don't need ta be tellin' you to continue tending to our rabbit Ms. Izzy, so you keep doin' your own. Elf! Time to prove yerself, if you've any intent of joinin' this here crew, then assist Ms. Raia n' the Fire Fist in snappin' that Doe's antlers off!" He shouted his orders, quickly getting things back under his control as he began to take a more calculated look at the situation, trying to think of the best way to handle this. He quickly performed a hop back to Pamela's side, bearing his sword and flintlock protectively over the doctor and injured. "I'll be keepin' a weathered eye out, gals like that don't work alone, so keep yer head on a swivel for anyone here to finish the job." He muttered to the doctor as he kept looking around, keeping an eye on the direction which the antlered woman had first come from, since he knew not to disregard her as a threat even with the defense measures put in place.