Realistic or Modern SMITED [Mission 1: Team Alpha]

[Fable]

Local Time Plane Lands: 12:30pm in Knock
Local Time Plane Lands: 1:30pm Galway

Both teams took the same flight, their destination was the same after all. The plane, which was a smaller military craft, transported the agents easily to Knock, Ireland. The airport itself was very small compared to the larger commercial ones, resulting in curious stares from travelers. The plane didn’t connect directly to the terminal, instead it slowly came to a halt on the tarmac - not in the path of any other planes - and halted. Once security checks were done, the bay doors opened to allow the agents to exit the plane, three large SUVs drove onto the tarmac, the drivers clearly identified as agents of SMITED, presenting their IDs to Mara and Rosalia.

“We’ve been given orders to drive your team to the hotel,” one of the drivers said to Mara. “Base of operations at the hotel is good to go, nearby locals, guests, and employees of the hotel have been evacuated as HQ requested. We’ll leave when everyone is loaded into the vehicles.” With that, the drivers opened up the doors to allow the agents of Team Bravo to get in.

One of the pilots of the place moved towards Rosalia, “We’ll be refueling here before continuing to Team Alpha’s destination It’ll take about 45 minutes to be ready for the next liftoff.” With that, the pilot and other crew went about their tasks, moving quickly and efficiently to make their deadline. Just as promised, they were ready in about 45 minutes and once all agents were back in the plane, they set off for Galway, Ireland where the descendant of the witch was apparently currently residing. It was a quick 30 minute flight, but it was much faster than if they were to drive from Knock to their destination, and with the ever growing forest, time was not on their side.

Like before, the plan didn’t connect to the terminal and there were vehicles waiting to pick up the agents of Team Alpha. As before in Knock, the drivers presented their IDs before assisting the agents. Once they were all seated, the vehicles took the agents to a hotel where rooms had been reserved for their use, each room had two full sized beds, meaning the agents were having to share the three reserved rooms.

 

[Gilzar]

Rosalia Liotta
Agent
Vampire
Hit: 10
Light PanOtterPus r e i Damafaud​

Before the plane first took off, Rosalia used what remaining time she had to return to her quarters and grab her gear. For gear, Rosalia didn't have the flashiest means. As she went through her footlocker, she didn't bother grabbing anything like a bullet proof vest or anything of that sort. Instead she simply grabbed her Beretta M9, a standard issue Italian handgun used around the world by law enforcement agencies. It was reliable, had a decent amount of power, and was very light. With that she grabbed her shoulder holster and slipped it on, before slipping a jacket over that as well. Before she left, she made sure to grab both her badge and arm band so that they may be identified as official agents.

Now it was off to the plane ride, and to Ireland. Rosalia grabbed her seat on the first plane ride, and waited. In her stomach was an empty, anxious feeling. It'd been a while since she was out in the field. Ireland would be a nice place for a start, with lots of fog and not a whole lot of sunlight. Of course she was dreading the idea of having to be among humans, as she doubted this would be a small hillside community. In her hand she held the folder containing the mission dossier. Her thumb rubbed against the smooth texture of the tan folder. Who was this young magician they needed to find, and what made their ancestor so special they that they could get out of this forest.

Rosalia looked out of the plane window as it landed. Team bravo got up and left the plane, one at a time. She waited until just the last one to leave, before turning to her team from her seats.

"Alright everyone. Listen up!"

Rose opened up the mission folder, and handed out the profile details of their target to each of her teammates.



'Name: Sláne Céin

Age: 23

Race: Magician

Occupation: Local Herbalist

Martial: Single

Known Relationships: Unknown

Familial Relations: All deceased

Syndicate Registration: Verified. May have information regarding curse. Seek out information regarding any ancestral lore, grimoires, journals.Syndicate believe descendant may be able to reverse curse, but is unsure due to lack of information. If POI is uncooperative, approval to detain and brought to closest Syndicate Branch in Dublin, Ireland approved for further interrogation. Permission to gather evidence found within POI’s residence if found necessary.'


"That's all that we have on this individual. When we land and get to the village I'll go over more details of your duties, but for now memorize everything on this folder. Before we land though, I want to give you all a warning. We are most likely going to be surrounded by humans."

The obvious disdain in Rosalia's voice grew with the mentioning of humans. "Only tell them what they need to know, and nothing else. Do not trust them...They're all small village simpletons that know little about the world of the supernatural."

Rosalia then turned to Victavia. "So read over this document, and memorize everything you can about this person please..."

Rose then turned, and sat down in her seat, before the plane took off once again. Team Alpha had went through some last minute changes once again, but luckily at its core it would be the same. The one benefit this team had was competent leadership. As nice as Mara was, she was inexperienced. Just why they decided to send her into the forest was beyond Rose's knowledge, but the idea of her going into a potentially hostile environment was concerning....She sighed. Nothing that could be done about it.

The plane landed, and they were taken to their hotel. Three rooms, two beds each. Meaning they'd have to share. Typical....

"Victavia. You and I will be sharing a room." Rose cocked an antagonizing grin. "Unless any of you would like to have a vampire near where you slumber...."

"Come on Victavia. Let's put our stuff away...." Rosalia then opened the door, bag over her shoulder. She waited for Victavia to enter the room, still watching her team-mates to see what they do.

 

[Light]

The Great And Powerful Victavia With Milkshakes That Bring All The Boys To The Yard
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Victavia had assumed that they were inside the belly of a large metallic monster, she didn't know what a plane was. There were so many new experiences going on at the same time. She didn't understand why there were seats inside the gut of the beast or why she wasn't being ordered to gut its gut open to escape. Her confusion grew even more once they took off into the air, flying was another foreign experience to her. As the plane began to descend the feeling of turbulence was not appealing to Victavia. Despite her enormous feeling of discomfort, she refrained from letting it show.

Once the plane skidded to a stop, Victavia took a look around, wondering why the beast had suddenly died. It was probably indigestion gone wrong. Victavia couldn't even begin to comprehend what the car ride was or how she felt about it. Her thoughts on the subject were short lived since Rosalia began to address the group within the hotel. As instructed Victavia stared at the piece of paper for a few seconds. Rather than reading each individual word, she just memorized the entire page, memorizing the entire document through the method of photographic memory. She gently folds the paper up and holds it carefully within both her hands. She didn't come with any luggage since her old master had trained her to carry his luggage instead. Rosalia hadn't instructed her to carry anyones luggage so she ended up arriving empty-handed. With a simple nod, Victavia rose from her seat and swiftly followed after Rosalia. Before she left, she bowed to the other team members as a formal goodbye.

Gilzar @Team Alpha

 

[Fable]

Tristan Valvon
Agent
Demon
Hit: 10
Damafaud r e i PanOtterPus​

Tristan had already been ready to go. He had known the moment he'd been scheduled for a mission briefing that he'd had to get his shit packed and ready to go. He casually got on the plane and closed his eyes. He'd not actually gone to sleep, but he didn't want to chat with anyone on the noisy plane where he'd barely hear half the conversation.

After they had landed at their first stop and Bravo had left, the leader for his team spoke up to get everyone's attention. He went over the profile of the POI - or Person of Interest - they were being sent to have a discussion with. It was the most basic information that didn't give them very much insight into whether this person was friend or foe. Clearly, some great-magician ancestor was angry enough to cast what seemed to be a curse. While there were many generations between that magician and this girl, that didn't mean she'd be willing to assist them, or if she was even able to.

Rosalia went through the motions of common sense as a SMITED agent 101; civilians didn't need to know shit and to be careful when interacting with them. Soon enough the plane was ready to go and the team went to their real destination. They were escorted to the hotel where they would be staying, clearly sharing rooms because SMITED saw no reason to splurge money. It could have been much worse though and they may have been set up in some sort of hostel.

Rosalia made it clear she'd be bunking with the very strange vampire Victavia. Good, he didn't want to bunk with that girl. He turned towards Tarrin and then to Faust. "Well, which of you am I rooming with?" he asked. This clearly still meant the female elf would have to share with a male, but they were all adults here. Tristan didn't really care honestly. "Unless you'd be fine sharing a room with me,"he said to Calliae.

 

[r e i]

Calliea Ru
Agent
Woodland Elf
Hit: 10
Fable Damafaud PanOtterPus ​

​

Calliea was meditating this whole flight. The whole flight for her had been a blur. Getting on the plane was the only thing she could clearly remember. The whole time the plane has been flying, she has been meditating. It may had been mistaking for sleeping as her breathing was slowed and her eyes were closed. The only way would you know if she was truly awake was when she opened her eyes. She was meditating to keep her self clam, she has always hated traveling through the air. It seemed unnatural, like you were given legs for a reason. She would much rather had walked but that was not up to her.

She only opened her eyes when team leader gave out mission details. Calliea took it, and studied it. Seeing for any useful info. So if the person didn't want to come, they would be forced to. Typical SMITED way of thinking. If you can't get it nicely, get it anyway. And then she went on to explain what the play was for, for human interaction. Calliea already knew that basics. She folded up the info and put it in her jacket. For safe storage. She then waited and meditated until they landed. And when they did. She was about to suggest she bunks with Victavia when Rosaila said she would. Calliea nodded, closing her mouth as she or Rosaila was probably the only ones who would be able to deal with the vampire. Aside from the Agent that came with then. Speaking of him.

As he spoke, she listened closely and frowned. Either way she would have to bunk with a male. She looked up and studied three of the potential roommates. Tarrin was out. She dislike other Elves and even though he may have be different. She still gotta get past her dislike. Now for Faust, he seems to be a bit...on the weird side. Plus a little messy. So she thinks that Agent Valvon wouldn't be too bad. As he seemed like the best choice outta all of them. She opened her mouth turning to Agent Valvon "I'm fine sharing a room with you. Faust and Tarrin can have the last room to themselves." It may have seemed strange as elves and demon species dislike each other but as Calliea was raised throughout the world.

She met demons who were kind and not mean at all or cold and her father had always taught her to not judge a book by it's cover and she wasn't starting now.

 

[Fable]

( Gilzar )

An employee of the hotel quickly rushed to Rosalia holding a plain white envelope. Once he reached her, he held it out, offering for her to take it, "This was sent for you ma'am, for your immediate attention." With the message delivered, the hotel employee left to go attend to his other duties. Within the letter was a message from SMITED HQ stating that Agent Tarrin Selanlar and Agent Mephosphilis Cain were to contact HQ and return to the airport, as well as that they would not be returning for this mission. Rosalia could call HQ to confirm the message was authentic before informing Tarrin and Faust of the message's contents. Additionally, the letter mentioned there would consideration of replacement agents being sent for their mission.

 

[Gilzar]

Rosalia Liotta
Agent
Vampire
Hit: 10
Light r e i Fable​

Though initially curious at the letter, upon reading its contents Rosalia couldn't help but frown, visibly showing her disappointment. They were already a small unit to begin with, and now with the loss of two agents they'd be even smaller. She certainly didn't hope that Bravo was going through these cuts, or who knows if they'd make it out of the forest alive or not.

"You won't need to worry about sharing a room, Calliea." Rose stated, lifting her eyes away from the letter and toward the group. "Tarrin, Faust. HQ is calling you back. You need to contact them and make your way back to the airport."

"Please do let HQ know that I do not appreciate these last minute changes, especially in the field."

There was a mention of possible replacement, but considering this was only an investigation and not an assault or reconnaissance, Rose heavily doubted this. Currently they had two vampires, an elf, and a demon. While Rose knew much about Calliea and Victavia, she did not know much about Tristan nor his skill set. Whatever it is let's just hope it's useful....

"I suppose now we unpack our things and meet back out here to discuss what happens next..."

Things weren't looking good so far. For some reason Rosalia just had this feeling that something wouldn't go right on their side of things. Perhaps it was being in a foreign country, surrounded by humans once again. Ireland was a lot different than Italy, or America for that matter. The air was seemingly always damp, the accents were sometimes hard to understand, and from what she could tell there weren't many other supernaturals around. Maybe there was a strong population of magicians, but even those reminded her too much of the stench of humans....

She pushed up her glasses. Let's just hope this target isn't too hard to find....

 

[Fable]

Tristan Valvon
Agent
Demon
Hit: 10
Gilzar r e i Light​

Tristin grinned at Calliea as she decided to bunk with him. He honestly didn't care where he was sleeping, only if the person he was sharing a room with was quiet when they slept. He absolutely hated people who snored during their sleep. "Very well then," he replied. Tristan quirked a brow as the messenger appeared and handed off something to Rosalia. They hadn't been here for very long and he wondered who was sending them messages using the hotel.

After Rosalia read the contents of the message, she announced that there wouldn't be a need for them working out the sleeping arrangements since two of their team members were being summoned back to HQ. Tristan sighed at this news. He always wondered what happened to prompt agents to be pulled from an active mission, but he'd never inquired because it was a futile effort.

Tarrin nodded at Rosalia with an apologetic expression, taking his items and with Faust walked down the hallway to return back to HQ. "Bright side, we can have our own room now," he commented to Calliea. The rooms had already been reserved, so even if they were to request it to be cancelled, it would be a easte of money compared to using it for the time they had the reservation set for.

He took a key card from Rosalia and used it to open one of the rooms, taking in his items and carelessly tossing onto the empty bed. There were two full sized beds within each room, a tv, small kitchenette that had basic items that could be used, a small round table with two chairs, and a small safe hidden away in the closet space. He took out the items of importance that he wanted to keep protected and put them into the safe and set up the code. He examined the room quickly afterwards, and once satisfied there wasn't anything odd about it, shoved the SMITED armband into a pocket along with his SMITED ID.

He went back out into the hallway to meet up with the those left on his team, "Ready to go. Should we see if we can locate her shop? I doubt there are many herbalists these days."

 

[Zer0]

Moo Moo
Agent
Beastial - Tauren
Hit: 10
Gilzar ​

Somewhere in the hotel kitchen, there was a loud knocking, a pause, then suddenly the sound of creaking wood, as though something big was trying to squeeze through a gap, followed by a deep grunt, the sudden clattering of pans, a few surprised complaining voices, the dragging of tables and chairs, more things falling, then a big hairy three-fingered hand pushed open the kitchen's double doors.

A looming bovine on two legs ducked under the door frame. He was dressed like a lumber jack: there was mud on his hooves and pants, twigs and leaves on his red-black checkered shirt, and slung on his hunching back was a mountaineering bag and a great axe. His brown mane tied in braids hung across black horns decorated with gold rings and wrapped purple cloth. The blue eyes that searched the hallway were calm, as though he was right where he was supposed to be.

"Rosalia. Vhere is she?" he grunted in a Russian accent at the nearest agent, and tilted his head to show the SMITED ID around his neck. It said: Mozo Ironhide. "New replacement. Zat is me."

* * * *​

A few minutes later found Mozo before the door of alpha team's leader. He squinted his eyes at the hinges, pushed a stubby finger as though testing the wood's strength, before standing back up satisfied, then knocked briskly. "Zis is Moo Moo, replacement agent, Lady Rosalia. Reporting in for duty." he boomed.

 

[r e i]

Calliea Ru
Agent
Woodland Elf
Hit: 10
Fable Zer0 Gilzar ​

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Calliea frowns at the two agents leaving. She was of course happy a little bit about Tarrin leaving. She didn't have to make awkward small talk with him but then that threw her team through hell now trying to get a person they didn't know would retaliated or not. She would feel better if they have more agents or something to keep going instead of just them but this is what SMITED does. They deal with the punches and try their best or die trying.

Calliea grins nodding "At least we have that. Even though I would feel better if our team wasn't getting smaller by the minute. " She then walked to Rosalia grabbing her key card from her hand and nodding to her. As she went to drop off her stuff, going into the room. She threw the stuff on the bed, and grabbed what she needed, her SMITED arm band. Her weapons was already strapped to her and she didn't need much else. She walked out to the others, locking the door behind her. She walked up to others, when another unknown person walked up to them asking where was their leader showing them the SMITED ID he had. Saying that he was the new replacement. She looked him up and down, trying to gauge his skill level. When Tristan pointed to Rosalia's door.

Then he spoke again and she nodded "That's true, Herbalists are rare these days. It should be easy to find her shop." Calliea then thought about it for a second and spoke up again "Unless she works in someone else shop? If she was trying to hide from her past or family history. She wouldn't exactly go and blast all around town where she would be."

 

[Gilzar]

Rosalia Liotta
Agent
Vampire
Hit: 10
Light r e i Fable Zer0​

For a brief moment or so, Rosalia thought everything in the mission was set. They had just a few agents they'd have to make due with, and they'd be departing. No more surprises...right?

"Come on Victavia..." Rosalia chose her words very carefully, having learned from her previous experiences with the odd vampire maid. "Set down all of your luggage on the floor of our room, much like I am. It's going to stay there while we are gone."

Rosalia then grabbed her bags, and set them down on the floor of their room. She made certain to have the extra effort to do it slowly so that Victavia may copy it. Though it would take time, Rosalia was determined to turn this oddly estranged vampire into a proper creature of the night much like Abraham did to her years ago...

Rosalia stood for a brief moment, looking over the vampire. Victavia, though she was obviously very old, had a very spry and almost youthful personality. She'd even go out on a limb to call her naive, but mainly because she was oddly reminded of her younger self in this Vampire. For a moment or so, she reflected upon the night of her turning, December 29th, centuries ago....It was a moment of pleasure and ambiguity that was so powerful it seemed almost divine. Vampire transformations are a moment of one's life they never forget no matter how old they are.

I wonder if Abraham ever thought I'd make it this long....

Rose quickly snapped out of her state of euphoria. "When you're finished, please follow me back out into the hallway Victavia,". With that said Rosalia made sure her M9 was strapped to her side, band on her arm, then left back to the hallway, where she met Tristan and Calliea once again.

She nodded at both statements. "That would probably be the best course of action. Herbalist weren't even in demand when I was young...but then I experienced the 1960's and-"

"Er. Actually never mind."

Even though her round sunglasses screamed 60's culture, it was probably best not to talk about her experiences in the workplace.

"We'll just wait for the others...."

Just then Rose caught wind of another scent...it wasn't like anyone else's on the team. The scent was extremely out of place...in fact the only thing she could relate it to was a cow but there obviously wasn't any cows here. Furthermore, her ears could pick up what sounded like a Russian accent? It was hard to tell exactly, as she didn't know exactly where it was coming from and there were lots of other sounds nearby such as voices, heartbeats, etc. Rosalia didn't have to wait long however for her curiosity to be answered. Approaching her was a very large bovine bestial resembling a cow. Great another smelly bestial. Didn't know they came in that shape...

Rose bit down on her lip slightly. She'd have to put her prejudices aside even more now. It was enough having a damn elf nearby, though that at least had the perks of the mouth-watering blood nourishment they provided. Now they had a bestial. Sometimes she swore these things were set up intentionally in order to desensitize her prejudices. Whatever.

He described his name as Moo Moo. Easy enough to remember. Rosalia flashed a convincing smile, eyes still hidden beneath her round glasses. "Pleasure to meet you Moo Moo. I'm Rosalia Liotta, though you can just call me Rose."

To skip awkward introductions, Rosalia decided to introduce everyone for him.

"The elf right there." Rosalia pointed to Calliea. "Her name is Calliea."

"The demon right there." Rosalia turned to Tristan. "His name is Tristan."

"There's also another vampire here. Her name is Victavia. Don't worry....we don't bite."

"If you have any baggage with you, I'll need you to set your things in a room with either Tristan or Calliea, then meet us back out here. Unless you have no luggage."

"Any questions?"

 

[Zer0]

Moo Moo
Agent
Beastial - Tauren
Hit: 10
Gilzar Fable r e i ​

The tauren nodded, grunting. "Mm, Rose. So you maybe like ze english more zan ze latin."

When the others were introduced, he nodded at Calliea, smiling. And extended a rough, calloused hand to firmly shake with Tristan. "Nice horns."

He chuckled at Rosalia's remark. "Zat makes me feel safe. And, eh, I have luggage." said Moo Moo, sideways glancing at the straps of the mountaineering bag over his back, and then looking at Rosalia as though she was odd. "No questions yet." he added, then turned to Tristan. "And I vill room vith you." he gave him a hardy pat on the back, then asked for the room number.

Moo Moo strode up the stairs four steps at a time. They could hear a door opening, the creak of straining wood and grunting, before it closed.

Inside, the tauren took a quick look around. One bed had a bag on it. " . . . " he looked at the other bed doubtfully, put his pack down beside it, and then lumbered over to carefully sit on the bed. It groaned, the springs of the mattress creaking as his big tushy sank deep into the covers. "Good." he nodded, satisfied, looking at the bed that now resembled bent bread, then stood up to gear up for the mission.

A few minutes later, after grabbing some garlic, lemon, and salt from the kitchenette, Moo Moo came lumbering down and rejoined the group with his great axe and a smaller slender bag that was still big enough to carry a few children, slung across his big shoulders; he wore kevlar around his barrel chest now, the wings of SMITED a proud blue peeking across his broad back. Strapped on it was a flashlight, hunting knife, a compass pendant, and the wiring of an earpiece attached to a radio.

Earlier, Moo Moo had a calm, reassured way about him, but right now his blue eyes gleamed with excitement and a readiness to get something done. He asked Rosalia what they were planning to do now, then gave his new comrades a brief summary of his roles in a team. He was the one who usually did the heavy lifting, demolishing, and was a close to mid-ranged melee combatant who tossed rocks and carried a big shield as a cover for a hit squads to come close when under heavy fire. "But no shield today. Headquarters vill probably bring it later. I hope ve vont come to need it zoh."

He asked Rosalia, Calliea, and Tristan what they do too, as though figuring out how to work well with this team, and paused when everyone was assembled and they started to figure out what to do next.

Spoiler: Bag

1. Debit card
2. Lighter
3. Water canteen
4. Sketchpad with a big pencil
5. Trauma kit: elastic bandages, gauze, alcohol, betadine, needle and thread his size, pulse oximeter, and pain killers.
6. Rope, 50 ft.
7. Garlic, lemon and salt.

 

[Fable]

Tristan Valvon
Agent
Demon
Hit: 10
Gilzar r e i Light Zer0​

Tristan had just exited the room that he would be using when he spotted a rather large bovine bestial in the hallway, who introducted himself as 'Moo Moo.' Tristan struggled not the laugh at the name, his lips slightly quivering with the effort. Besides the hilarious name, Moo Moo also smelt... less than good and he wondered when the last time the guy had taken a hot bath. Based on his appearance, probably a while.

He turned to Calliea who brought up that there was a chance there were multiple shops that she could work at. However, Rosalia ended up bringing up the point that such shops weren't as common as you would think. It was along the lines of there being an apothecary, they existed, but were rare even after the reveal. She had begun to talk about her time in the 60's and quickly stopped herself, leaving Tristan a bit curious about what the vampire had done exactly during that era. Her rounded glasses made him wonder if at one point in her life she was a hippie.

Rosalia introduced the team to Moo Moo, Tristan getting an awkward handshake and a pat on the back as Moo Moo invited himself to share the room he was in. Tristan's eyes widened slightly as he hesitantly pointed to the room he was in. "I-I'm not sure you're going to fit on the bed in there mate," he commented. "It might work out better for you to have a room to yourself and push the beds together or something and I can room with Calliea," he suggested.

When the large bull returned to ask what the plan was, Tristan replied. "We've got to locate our target first. I'm guessing they didn't give you the file information on her."

 

[Ridge]

Krahe Sillium
Agent
Demon
Hit: 10
Fable Zer0 Gilzar Light r e i​

Krahe had finally arrived at the hotel. he might have only been a replacement but he wanted to make sure his entrance was ensured to be known. He could hear voices echoing around the halls but where from he couldn't quite locate exactly. Soon he was finding himself walking round what felt like and endless maze of hallways and doors, but the continuing commotion of high and low pitched voices was helping, sort of.

It didn't take him too long before he could see those he believed to be looking for. It wasn't hard to figure out considering the tremendous amounts of anatomy difference from a regular human to the supernatural. Taking in a breathing and almost seeming to jog on the spot, he swung his bag over his shoulder before clapping his hands towards them. "Oh, did we all forget about poor Krahe the agent replacement did we?"

His face turned to a pathetic but funny saddened face, yet he couldn't keep it up for very long and soon returned to his usual smile as he walked up to the group he'd now seen. However, he was soon stopped by the sight of the giant cow that was in front of him. It was probably a bad time for a joke, but he couldn't help it. "Least we won't run out of milk, don't think no one should start beef with this guy though." Lips curling over he was trying not to laugh at his own joke, but his eyes soon set onto a particular person amongst the ranks, but it soon faded as his eyes quickly skimmed over everyone else.

"Sorry, I'm actually looking for one person in particular, someone called-.." Krahe had to pause for a moment before looking down to a smudged black scribble on his hand. It was safe to say this time he wasn't to prepared. "Rotita? No. Rosalia?

 

[Light]

Victavia Annesworth
Agent
Vampire
Hit: 10


( Gilzar Ridge Fable Zer0 r e i )

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Victavia had been given simple instructions from Madam Rosalia, even she could carry them out under the circumstances. Victavia set down her luggage which was a small bag comparable to a purse. This pouch held gloves, a bowl, a kitchen knife, and shackles. Victavia was still slightly stuck on her old master’s expectations and tastes beyond the regular kind of servitude. Which is why she was confused on whether or not the shackles were for the witches descendant or for Rosalia. Rosalia seemed to be a strong, smart, and unwavering master who made it clear what she expected and what she disliked from Victavia. Despite her previous errors, Rosalia had not taken Victavia to any torture chamber yet, for that she was thankful but also concerned. What if Madam Rosalia was too kind to everyone? Victavia was sure the others may take Rosalia’s kindness for granted. If that were to happen, what would be the violent outcome? Decapitation through stretching or worse? Victavia wished to avoid such a fate, so following orders as well as doing extra favours would be ideal.

Victavia removes the gloves from her bag, putting them on her hands before leaving the room. Victavia would dedicate her time to cleaning every inch and room of this hotel to Rosalia’s highest standard. Not one piece of dust was allowed to fly vacant within or even around the building. Though to Victavia’s surprise, something else...something bigger came to mind and eyesight. It was Moo Moo, the name said it all. Victavia was taught long ago by a child servant within her old master’s house that cows go moo, cats go meow, and pigs go to the slaughterhouse. Moo Moo happened to be a big cow, with another moo to his name. That meant he was double the cow, and cows produce milk! “Madam Rosalia, Sir Moo Moo. Apologies but may I be of service?” Victavia bows while addressing them, standing up afterwards to present her gloves. “Rosalia, this gentlemen happens to be a cow, a double cow infact since he has a second moo and cows make a moo sound from what I’ve learned. Sir Moo Moo, May I milk you? I promise to be gentle and only take as much as you’d consent to give. I shall gather a bucket if you comply. I feel like the members of our team who need produce would greatly appreciate it. Unless you’d like to offer up steak. I heard steak comes from cows but I don’t know how. Is steak just hardened milk?”

​

 

[Zer0]

Moo Moo
Agent
Beastial - Tauren
Hit: 10
Gilzar Fable Light Ridge ​

"Zey did." grunted Moo Moo at Tristan. "Also, bed iz good. Did not break, but ya, I do not fit, Triztan. It vas like sofa --- let us talk later." he gave him another genial pat on the back, this time appreciative.

He looked to Rosalia. "Back to bizzness. Vat I vant to know is, vat is ze plan now? Finding person and stopping curse iz mission, ya," he added distractedly to Tristan, as he rummaged in his large bag for something, "but vat is plan to get to person?" he pulled out a big old leather-bound sketchpad that was inside a big zip bag. Opening it, he took out a map of Galway tucked in the pages. Spreading it out, he crouched down so that people can see. "I hiked down from ze hills north of Corrib river, zer are farms here and locals are okay." he pointed at the spot with a pudgy finger. "I can go back, Rose, and ask if zey supply herbs to a Sláne Céin."

It was then that he heard a clap and another replacement agent came, a demon by the name of Krahe. Moo Moo didn't look surprised his eyes were drawn to him first and when he stopped, he gave him the Russian glare, followed by a deep rumbling chuckle. "Ya, I have lots of milk, zo I only serve it in bedroom . . . with a big straw."

Smiling, he turned back to Rosalia, but then another maid --- no, agent? Came. And . . . wanted to milk him. Boy was he surprised. As Victavia talked, Moo Moo stared at her as though he was expecting a joke, but he squinted his eyes and something seemed to have clicked in his head, because then he roared in laughter, shaking his great head in disbelief, the braids of his mane swinging everywhere.

"I like you! And no, no, you cannot milk me." He chortled to her, amused. "Ehhh, my milk iz different, little gurl," he hesitated for a moment, "it makes calfs." he looked at Victavia meaningfully, as though waiting for her to get it. The way the tauren looked at her like she was a puppy, everyone could tell he found her endearing. "Cannot offer steak either. Steak is meat, little one," he flexed a bulging bicep, "and I need meat to finish mission." he pointed at it. "But later, vhen our job iz done, I treat you to steak in restaurant, and I show you how milk and steak making is done!" he boomed heartily.

Spoiler: Bag

1. Debit card
2. Lighter
3. Water canteen
4. Sketchpad with a big pencil
5. Trauma kit: elastic bandages, gauze, alcohol, betadine, needle and thread his size, pulse oximeter, and pain killers.
6. Rope, 50 ft.
7. Garlic, lemon and salt.

 

[Gilzar]

Rosalia Liotta
Agent
Vampire
Hit: 10
Light r e i Fable Zer0 Ridge​

Another new agent? How interesting. Demon, which was a race that she did not mind. But what she did mind was not being warned about all these people swapping back and forth.

"Rosalia." Rose corrected. "Rosalia Liotta. Though you can call me Rose. I'm your team captain."

Victavia and Moo Moo then proceeded to have the most.....unexpected conversation Rosalia could have though of.

Rosalia stood for a second in almost disbelief as she heard the statements made by both Victavia and Moo Moo. Milking....utters....calves....making steak.....GAUHHH! Rose tried to hold back the disgust of the vulgar image she just pictured in her head. There were some things best left unsaid...that was probably most definitely one of them. Though it of course probably didn't help that Victavia was dressed as a maid either....

"None of that while we're in the field...Victavia I'll explain these things to you later. I'll probably have to incorporate the use of a diagram but...oh well."

"So anyway..." Rose tried diverting the conversation back on topic.

"The plan right now is to find the herbalist shop where this person will probably work at. From there we will ask for assistance by them answering questions. Hopefully they comply."

"Everyone, this is your last chance to drop your things off in your room. When you're done, meet me outside in the vehicle and we will depart."

 

[Fable]

Tristan Valvon
Agent
Demon
Hit: 10
Gilzar r e i Light Zer0 Ridge​

Tristen sighed as there was another new arrival to replace the agents that had been summoned away by HQ. At least they got replacements and it was fairly prompt, but they was causing a delay. He gave a small nod towards Krahe, only to nearly have his jaw drop at the mention of the team not running out of milk... as well as a pun. He then proceeded to get the team leader's name incorrect and Tristan just shook his head to himself.

That wasn't the end of this awkward moment, only the beginning as Victavia - the poor girl - took the joke literally and began to ask if she could milk the bestial bull followed by asking him if he'd rather offer up steak. At this Tristan literally face-palmed with an audible groan. The friendly bestial that had given Tristan another pat on his back took the joke a bit too far in explaining about his 'milk.' Tristan actually become so uncomfortable with the conversation he actually flushed and wondered how the hell they had gotten to this point.

Rosalia spoke up to end that conversation thankfully, mentioning that she'd give Victavia the 'talk' later. He didn't want to be a fly on that wall. He was also beginning to think Rosalia had the patience of a saint in regards to Victavia.

Now that the topic was blessedly back on track on their mission, he took out his phone and did a quick search for local herbalist shops. "Well, according to local listings, it shouldn't be too hard finding the legitimate shops since there are only two. If she's running something underground that would be an issue we'd probably have to ask the Syndicate for assistance with."

He tapped and swiped his fingers expertly across the device's glass screen before grinning at Rosalia, "Good news, our POI created a website for her shop, even has her name listed as the owner. Makes it easy to find her since she's not trying to hide at least. Shall we?"

---​

It was only a ten minute drive from the hotel to the shop that had been listed online as owned by the person they were seeking. It was a fairly small shop with an old store-front design making it feel quite quaint in a pleasant way. From what could be seen from the outside looking in through the shop windows, the old charm extended inside as well. There was old exposed brick walls lined with raw-edge wooden shelves, which held large clear glass jars that contained a variety of herbs that were clearly labeled. From the ceiling were bunches of flora hanging as though going through a drying process.

There was a glass case with a sloped front that looked like it would have fit better into a cafe that displayed. Inside were various items listed for sale; mortar and pestle, herbal teas, and even a few mugs. The person they sought was inside standing behind a counter using a scale to weigh out something before placing it into a small tea bag. There weren't any customers currently in the shop thankfully.

As their group entered the shop, there was the delicate sound of a bell alerting their target of their arrival. She turned to greet them with a smile that quickly faded as she recognized the emblem they wore. She glanced at each of them with concern before she spoke, "I have a feel you're not here to buy anything."

 

[r e i]

Calliea Ru
Agent
Woodland Elf
Hit: 10
Fable Zer0 Gilzar Light Ridge ​

​

Calliea was glad for more members joining their team but she didn't like the fact she would have to learn how to work with them. For the teammates that had left, she knew mostly about their power and how they tick but now this is all new territory. She sighed and just shook her head knowing that she would have to get used to this if she wanted to be a field agent. She nodded to Krahe, the newest addition joining us. Then she frowned at the conversation that the lovely Victavia was having with another new agent Moo Moo.

Calliea frowned slightly "Uh guys, let's not talk about milking or making steaks outta anyone. Seriously. " She was kinda disgusted but has gotten used to it quickly as being partners with Victavia in the flag game they played. She then turned to Tristan and smiled softly at him "My room is yours if you want. I don't mind having a roommate for the days we'll be here. " She again didn't really care that he was a demon, they were right now on a team together. They have to work together no matter what. She wasn't about to make this 105% more difficult by acting on her kind ridiculous notion that they were better then most species.

She listened to Tristan and Rosaila then left and got into the car. Soon after, they were off. She spent the car ride, meditating yet again. It keeps her strangely calm especially when she feels uneasy about this mission. This seems too easy. Way too easy, and her father had always taught her that nothing is easy. when the car stopped, she got out following the rest of the group into the store. Looking around, she grinned as most of the herbs reminded of the travels she and her father used to do.

As their target turned and looked at them, there was obvious concern in her eyes. Why wouldn't there be? 6 agents from SMITED just came into her shop, she probably knows why already. Calliea looks to her team leader, she wasn't about to speak. That was the leader job. Good Luck Vampire Girl.

 

[VaskarTheHunter]

Fable Zer0 r e i Gilzar Light Ridge

Velix Tunga kept his head low as he walked alongside the forest. He had been placed in Ireland by SMITED as a request to keep a global reach. Although his superiors gave him free range he was kept under close watch. Being a rookie was not easy but he had grown very gradually to the change in status. Being one of the best shots in smited is something he would not call himself, but he heard it multiple times.

As he made his way back to the dirt bike he had been given as his way of transportation. He heard a loud ring from his communicator. Picking it up he pressed the button to answer. “High command this is Velix Tunga. Where do you need me?” Listening carefully, he nodded as they explained there was a POI in the area and a team needed his assistance. When he was given the location and told to hurry he thanked his superior and hung up the call. Hopping onto his motorcycle he fired it up and adjusted his equipment to include his 700 model bolt action rifle, his half spear and his three day survival back pack.

Making his way to the hotel in short time he was soon informed by an employee that had short interaction with the team that they had already headed out for something about a herbalist shop in town. Sighing softly Velix nodded to the employee before heading back down and getting on the bike. Heading for the address he was given he soon found the team inside as he rolled past. Parking a block away, he soon slipped off the bike and made his way from the building across the street. Climbing to the roof he set up his little nest as he prepared for whatever would come his way. Grabbing up his earpiece, he slowly slipped it in before turning it on. He wasn’t sure if any of the team would be able to hear him, but it was worth a try. “This is Agent Velix Tunga. I am in position as overwatch. Looks like I’m late to the party.” Adjusting himself into a prone position he soon had his rifle set and loaded.

 

[Zer0]

Moo Moo
Agent
Bestial - Tauren
Hit: 10
Gilzar Fable Light VaskarTheHunter ​

After speaking to Victavia, his bovine face all smiles, Moo Moo gave Rosalia another look as though he found her odd again, but this time there was a hint of impatience in his gaze, and when she said to meet her in the vehicle after they put their things away and then depart, Moo Moo looked surprised.

His blue eyes squinted down at her as though he was trying to figure her out, but said nothing as Tristan found the shop. He nodded at him and folded his map, then ducked through the wide swinging kitchen doors, circling around the back to the front of the hotel. There he took a moment to look at the car, then bent down to ask Tristan for the address of the shop. He told Rosalia coolly that he will be jogging ahead, and then was off lumbering down the road at a good pace.

When they arrived, Moo Moo took a sweeping look at the fairly small shop from outside on the street, eyes lingering on the shelves lined with glass bottles. "I vill stand guard outside and vill be listening to talk through radio." he grunted, and asked Victavia out of earshot of passersby if she was alright with switching her radio frequency to his private one and keep it on talk so that he could hear.

Standing beside the door, the tauren pulled out his great axe, then let it rest with a heavy thud before him, casually leaning on the handle. His barrel chest slightly heaving, he kept a vigilant watch on the street. Passing people reflected on the flat of his blade that was as wide as a knight's shield and looked like it could fell a coconut tree with one swing. It was then that he noticed an elven SMITED agent armed with a spear and a military grade rifle drive by on a motorbike. Immediately, he switched frequencies and reported this to the team, before radioing an operator back at the hotel to ask if there was another SMITED elf apart from theirs who was on official duty.

A few minutes later a new voice spoke through the comms, introducing himself as Velix Tunga. Moo Moo grunted in reply, saying, "Copy zat, Velix. Zis is agent Moo Moo, standing by."

 

[Fable]

Sláne Céin
Person of Interest
Magician
Hit: ??
-​

Sláne nervously glanced at the agents who had entered her shop, wondering what exactly a group of SMITED agents were doing here. She cleared her throat awkwardly, her heartbeat quickening in nervousness as none of the agents seem to be speaking up as to their reason of being here. She wasn't stupid and had no intention on asking them to leave her shop. That would make whatever matter they were here for much worse; worse for her.

Instead she stepped out from behind the counter and pointed to the door, "You mind if I flip my sign to 'closed' so customers do wander in and get scared?" She cautiously made her way to the front door, she couldn't flee since there was a rather large minotaur guarding the door. She lifted the sign and turned it so it displayed the 'closed' side. She made her way back over to the counter, though she didn't get behind it.

She held her hands in front of herself, resting against her lower abdomen. "I swear, I am registered with The Syndicate," she began, lifting her shirt slightly to show her registration mark on her hip, before lowering it back down.

Rosalia Liotta
Agent
Vampire
Hit: 10
Light Zer0 r e i VaskarTheHunter Ridge​

Rosalia made sure she was standing at the very front of the team, she stood there with a serious expression, looking at the woman over the rim of her sunglasses. She was a bit tired from having to go outside during the day, as much as her umbrella was helpful in these instances, it still was uncomfortable for her to go through sun exposure. She'd need a good meal a bit later, perhaps she could ask... no, she wasn't going to finish that train of thought.

She nodded to the woman when she asked if she could close her shop. It was for the best that it be done, since Rosalia also didn't want much of a scene of nosy villagers... though having the minotaur lurking outside with an ax obviously was going to attract attention. However, he'd have struggled squeezing into the small shop anyway.

"We are not here in regards to your registration, but rather would like to discuss what you know about a certain ancestor of yours that has created some troublesome events. We need to know whatever information or review any artifacts you have regarding a curse your ancestor cast a long time ago. It needs to be done quickly, we're limited on time and we're sure you'd like to get back to business yourself and us out of your hair."

She glanced at Victavia and knew she might end up regretting this decision, but she was the best for this sort of task. "Victavia, you are to examine this entire shop, without touching anything. Once you are done, come back here immediately. Agent Ru, check to see if there are any other exits and secure them. Agent Sillium, see if you can find something to cover the windows, I'd rather not have the locals peeping in and getting nervous."

"Moo Moo," she called out, "Get that stupid elf off the damn roof and inside here!"

 

[VaskarTheHunter]

Fable Zer0 Light r e i Ridge

Velix gritted his teeth as Moo moo informed him that the team lead ordered him to leave his position. ‘Excuse me for choosing to be where I perform best.’ He thought to himself as he unloaded his rifle and slung it over his shoulder. “Copy that Moo Moo. I’m heading down.” He had been trained as a sniper. Thanks to his advanced senses and reflexes he found it easy most times to hit his target. Throwing his pack and spear onto his back, he made his way back down the building from where he came. Waiting for no one to be around or looking, he darted across the street and gave moo moo a bow before he entered the shop.

Coming into the shop Velix bowed to the team lead, even though he felt insulted for the way she pulled him out of his best position. He felt much better at a distance from the target. The fight would be over in a split second if it were to escalate to that. Setting down his bag in the corner he began Sillium board up the windows that way no prying eyes could get into their buisness. Having seven people in this small shop made it very crampt. And having two demons and two vampires did make him nervous, but he soon pushed those nerves as none had asked for his flesh or blood yet. His father had told him many stories of how his people had battled against demons and vampires in very ancient times.

But now it was different. They were all in the same boat and were a team. Even if he was the newest edition. If he had to be honest he would much rather be outside standing guard with the kind burly Minotaur. He seemed very nice from the way he talked and greeted him.

Turning slightly to look at the person of interest he smiled softly. She didn’t seem like much of a threat. But he knew better. Even the kindest and calmest looking person could be the deadliest. She could be powerful enough to take them all out if she got the upper hand in the situation. And that was why he kept one hand on the stock of his rifle. Just Incase he had to make a quick decision.

 

[Zer0]

Moo Moo
Agent
Bestial - Tauren
Hit: 10
VaskarTheHunter ​

Moo Moo's eyes squinted again with that same annoyed expression after Rosalia gave her orders; a passerby, who happened to meet the tauren's gaze when he did so scurried away hurriedly with his shopping bags.

"Velix, zis is Moo Moo, lead requesting your presence in shop, over." he said calmly. He bowed back to the elf respectfully after he had crossed the street, interested blue eyes lingering on the spear, as Velix passed, before he resumed his guard over the shop.

There was a flash from a camera. Some window shoppers who stopped to look at him in surprise were taking out their phones and snapping pictures of him. Moo Moo didn't seem distracted, but one could swear a small smile was tugging at the corner of his lips, and he stood a little straighter.

Then, as he was listening to the conversation in the shop through the radio, a little boy with sandy hair, freckled cheeks munching on a grilled chicken sandwich, and who stood a little shorter from the tauren's knee, stopped in front of him and just stared up at his towering bulk. The child did not move for a whole three minutes. Eventually, Moo Moo looked down.

"Vhat?"

"Why is a cow called a cow?"

" . . ."

Still looking up at him expectantly.

"I . . . do not know."

"Have you killed anyone?" the little boy asked innocently, looking at his big knuckles then his great axe; Moo Moo chuckled and looked at the kid as though he found this whole scene silly.

"No, I talk to bad guys, or send zem to jail." Moo Moo looked up and seemed to search the streets curiously for something.

"Are you suuure?" said the boy doubtfully.

The tauren laughed, attracting more looks from the street; people nearby whispering about SMITED and watching the two seemed to relax more. "Ya, I am sure."

"Why do you talk funny?"

"I do not talk funny." said Moo Moo, looking down at the boy, disgruntled. "Zis is how Russians talk, it iz like tough guy talk, ya?"

"Ya!" mimicked the boy, then he started picking off sesame seeds from his sandwich, and then stretched out his hand to Moo Moo. The tauren, confused, lowered a pudgy hand. The sesame seeds were so tiny and the boy's hand like a toy's. "You can plant these and grow a burger tree." he smiled at him.

"O-okay?"

"Uh-huh." The voices of two people rang out in the street and Moo Moo and the boy looked to the side to see what must be his parents calling him from outside a pet shop. The mother was carrying a yorkshire terrier with a bandaged leg in her arms and was looking at Moo Moo slightly in alarm with the father hurrying forward.

"Oh, I gotta go, bye!" waved the little boy cheerfully, and was off running like a ninja with the sandwich held like a sword, going, "Whoosh, whoosh!" before leaping into his father's arms.

"Son, don't go near monsters, okay?" said the father worriedly. Moo Moo's ears wilted. Then a look of cool impassivity came over his features, and he just resumed his watch.

"He's not a monster, dad, he's Russian." said the boy, as they walked away. The tauren glanced back at them hopefully.

"Even worse, remember in the movies? The Russians are the bad guys." whispered his father, before glancing back at Moo Moo with a guarded expression, and then got into a taxi with his wife.

Moo Moo flung his horned head up in disbelief, as the taxi drove away. "Vhy do people sink if you are Russian, you vill maybe be vanting to murder zer family vith ice pick?" he complained at a random passerby, who jumped in surprise.

"Uhh, I don't know, I'm sorry, I'm just trying to go to a friend's house." squeaked the passerby nervously, then quickly walked away too.

Moo Moo snorted, disgruntled, but his expression softened when he looked back down at the little sesame seeds on his finger. Carefully, he tipped the tiny seeds inside a vest pocket, then resumed his watch, muttering something about wanting a son.

 

[r e i]

Calliea Ru
Agent
Woodland Elf
Hit: 10
Fable Zer0 Gilzar Light VaskarTheHunter ​

​

Calliea nods to Rosalia. She follows orders, going past the person of interest and towards the back where there was a back door. She opens it and makes sure there wasn't anyone back there. It wasn't anyone aside from a homeless person and a stray dog. She closed the door and locks it. Making sure that it was secured enough, she walked back to the group and nods to Rosalia. "All exits are secure. "

She then went to standby Rosalia. There was another new member of their group and it was, of course, an elf. Calliea wasn't about to go and stand by him willingly. True she doesn't know him, but it's something about him that she didn't like. Plus you could already see he was kinda uncomfortable, one of his hands were gripping his weapon rather tightly. Well, she couldn't really blame him, the stories elves tell their kids about the old days. Where demons, vampires, and elves are all at war with each other. She heard a few growing up, of course, her father told her not to judge others by who they appear to be.

She agrees, but it's still uncomfortable as fuck. They used to be enemies and now....they aren't. It's just weird as fuck. Plus you can't help but think they want to eat you and drink your blood. It's their nature, and not many creatures can resist their nature for very long.