Streets of Pandemonium

[Grey]

"A temporary," Shine says, for emphasis. "Contract. And work suited to your unique talents. Once that is done, once the contract is ended, I'll ensure you receive Citizenship. I can't give you something for nothing, hm?"


He sits in his chair, tents his fingers.


"If you don't sign, your masters will come for you, or someone will take you to the slave markets. And as for you, Magus Eximius - the nearest Citizens of particular power are simply waiting to be assured you have no rights here, to claim your tower and everything in it."

 

[SephirothSage]

The Bearded old Magus frowns darkly at the threat- as he reaches to read the contact- checking for dangerous clauses as his practiced old eyes read through the contract. He takes a long puff of his pipe, as he responds to Mister Shine.


"Is that so..? I see.... Mrm. You'd do well to tell them that I'd do my damndest to ensure a magical misfire of the most catastrophic proportions possible if they try- just to spite the bastards. Not like I care what happens to the landscape of Hell, after all. Just- a friendly warning to you, good sirrah; if I know I can't win, I'll flip the gameboard just to spite you." He states calmly- with no hesitation or remorse. It would have been a grim tactic indeed back home- one that he would have been disgusted with.


But this is hell, and there are no casualties here he cares about outside of himself, his apprentice, and his serving staff. All the demons can go burn in.. well, hell, so far as he's concerned. He sighs wearily as the thoughts hit him a few moments later- his eyes not having left the contract.


[dice]8287[/dice]

 

[Silvertongued]

Fulmin


"You didn't answer my question Shiny. You got anythin' better than mealy mouthed runarounds, or should I just paint this office with your guts for wastin' my time?" continues the Wrathling, his voice getting dangerously low.

 

[Grey]

Shine offers Fulmin a bright grin. Literally bright.


"You may eat and fuck as you please, Fulmin, but I'm not paying for it. I'm sure, however, you can get a fine bounty for whatever's left of Deviros when you're done with him."


Fulmin may not know everyone, but the most recent champion of Galdyr's Arena is a name any fighting Demon will know.

 

[Silvertongued]

Fulmin


Instantaneously, Fulmin's entire demeanor relaxes, and his smile mirrors Shine's own.


"Maybe I was bein' a lil hasty there Shiny. Maybe you do have somethin' worth my time after all," purrs the stormcloud, placing one hand on the sheath of his sword. With a slow movement, the barest hint of blade glimmers in the light for a scant second, disappearing again with the clack of hilt to scabbard.


Fulmin's open hand claps against the table, leaving a bloodied thumbprint on one of the signature lines of the contract.


He grins at his new employer.


"You point, I'll fight. You gimme a name, I'll make an example. You lemme do things my way, and I'll hand out for you the only gift I got,"


His grin deepens.


"Violence, and lots of it,"

 

[Aldur]

Drusa


An offer. Mr. Shine promised to give everyone in the room Citizenship if they were to honor the contract. Fair enough, but these were demons. There might be loopholes in the contract. Loopholes that Mr. Shine might take advantage of. She looked at the contract and then immediately at her mentor. Aleksandros was threatening them with mistfire if they were to take away his...their tower. He went further giving a warning that if things go south for him, he is going to do it anyway just to spite them. That upset Drusa a little more than she would've cared to admit.


The Wrathling was mouthy. It makes sense for him to be that way, Drusa thought. They were clearly two extremes. She wanted this whole meeting to be over sooner, to ask Aleksandros if he was bluffing. The apprentice realized she had no room presence and she intended to change that.

 

[Nine]

Visynaea


The Lustling stiffened subtly in her chair as the demons surrounding her began to buy in to Shine's offer. She was still unconvinced. She sympathized with the Wrathling in his desire for assurances of feeding his thirst, but Visynaea's thirsts were quite different. She needed energy, attention, something to consume... someone to consume. She decided to speak at long last.


Her voice was smooth and low, dripping with enough sensuality to capture the focus of most lesser demons, "Shine..." She glanced upward slowly, hoping to capture his gaze. "I'd like to know exactly what you'd have of a Lustling such as myself in this grand design of yours."

 

[AllHailDago]

Khaziir





Khaziir stood along the back wall of the room, listening to the conversation while looking around at everyone. The offer of Citizenship seemed to peak just about everyone's interests, Khaziirs included. It was about the only way one begins to gain influence and power here in Hell. To any actual degree that is. Khaziir had several goals in mind that required exactly such to achieve. But first the terms of the contract would need a rid bit of clarification. Although Khaziir highly doubted anything being in it that they hadn't done before. Or worse.


Khaziir decided speaking up was appropriate now. Khaziir spoke up in a light, airy tone underlined by a deep, resonant bellow that somehow seemed to come from several directions at once."Yes. What do you have in mind for our 'particular talents'? And how temporary are we speaking?".

 

[Grey]

Shine opens a drawer, removes a sheaf of paper and examines it for a long moment. Testing your patience, perhaps.


"Have you heard of Sol Verdigris?"


He pauses, continues examining his notes, then carries on;


"Once a respected military commander under Dawnbreaker, Verdigris deserted - fought his way through thirty Demons to reach the City, and opened a casino."


He lays the notes down, links his fingers on the table before him.


"You are an excellent crew to divest him of some particular valuables."

Spoiler

Anyone wants to can roll Intellect/Administration, Lore, or Academics.


What this means is:


You roll 12-sided dice equal to your Intellect.


You subtract your skill from 11 - this is the Difficulty.


Any die showing a number higher than that result (the Difficulty) is a success.


If you have a relevant Knowledge, you can get an extra die.


If you have a Politics or Demonology Focus, that applies to reduce the Difficulty by another 1.


@Silvertongued and @PixelWitch should probably roll first to demonstrate.

 

[Silvertongued]

Fulmin

• General
• OOC
• Dice Rolls

• 
  
  
  Collapsing back into his chair, a frown lines Fulmin's face as he leans back.
  
  
  "Sol Verdigris?"
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Rolling Fulmin's measley 1 Intellect, with difficulty set by his 0 Academics/Administration/Lore.
  
  
  EDIT: Holee shit, I got an unlikely success.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  [dice]8328[/dice]
  
  
  

 

[AllHailDago]

Spoiler

'Sol Verdigris, why does that name sound familiar.' Khaziir tosses the name about in his thoughts for a moment, trying to remember.


While doing so Khaziir grabs and looks over their contract.





Rolling Khaziirs 5 Intellect against 0 of any of the relevant skills.




[dice]8335[/dice]

 

[Cirno]

Posarios

• General
• OOC
• Dice Rolls

• Having slipped her contract from the desk, she pauses in her perusal of the document to peer at the new set of notes.
  
  
  Mr. Shine's unhurried movements and spectacled gaze give little of his emotions away. She mentally reviews what she last heard from the gilded quarters of Pandemonium instead.
• Rolling 5 dice for Intellect. Forgoing Knowledge die bonus, which for Posarios requires emotionally-driven plot. Taking advantage of -1 difficulty with Academics skill focus (Commerce).
  
  
  5d12 at 7 difficulty.
  
  
  Edit: 1 success.
• [dice]8337[/dice]

 

[Aldur]

Drusa

IC

Drusa briefly heard the name "Sol Verdigris" before when she was on the streets. Until now she hadn't known exactly what this demon occupies his time with. His feats were remarkable, fighting his way through 30 demons. Maybe they were only rumors. The objective was revealed when Shine spoke a second time: They were to steal from Sol's casino.


She picked up the contract examining all the details.


"Excuse me, Mr. Shine. If I understood correctly our mission is to claim valuables from Sol's casino?"

OOC

Throwing 3 die +1 more for Hell Knowledge, difficulty is 11-3=8. 1 success

Roll

[dice]8371[/dice]

 

[Nine]

Visynaea


The temptress leaned forward at long last, taking her personalized contract into her delicate grasp and mulling it over. This Sol Verigdis fellow sounded up her alley. She was certainly qualified to infiltrate the heart and property of most any demon, or at least she felt thus equipped. Something still bothered her, however and this Pride demon was much too collected for her personal preferences.


Rising from her seat, Visynaea approached Shine's desk, her hips swaying slightly, and leaned over it subtly, the contract below her hand. She stroked her other hand gently along her neck and collarbone, feigning nervousness, and locked eyes with the Pride demon, hoping to draw him in with her physicality. Her voice was a gentle breeze of a whisper, not wishing the other demons to overhear, distracted with their own paperwork as they were, "Master Shine," her fingers traced absently further south, "there's more to this than simple theft isn't there?" Visynaea's eyes trained on Shine's seeking anything that may clue her into his true intentions.

Spoiler

Rolling 6 Dice (Guile plus Familiarity) against a difficulty of (11-Empathy(5)) 6. *Edit: 3 successes*




[dice]8472[/dice]

 

[Silvertongued]

Fulmin


There's a conspiratorial glance towards Shine as Fulmin purses lips, not moving from his seated position.


"...we gonna kill 'im?" he asks, before suddenly raising a hand and shaking his head.


"Wait wait, I gotta better question- does he need t'stay not dead?"

 

[Cirno]

Posarios


She sets down the parchment, signed.


"My," she drawls. A hand comes to her collarbone as she looks at Fulmin over her shoulder. "Considering torture?" She suspects Mr. Shine has a more financial sort of torment in mind, but she smirks agreeably at the Wrathling's question.

 

[Silvertongued]

Fulmin


There's a very condescending "harumph" from the smokey creature, coupled with a confused sneer in Envling's direction.


"There ain't no fun cuttin' in a fella who can't fight back," he snorts derisively. "Just like there ain't no fun in knowin' you're always gonna win,"

 

[PixelWitch]

Zenith


At the word "Citizenship" the Prideling's sky lit up into full blue glory, clear and cloudless.


Finally, the lessers were recognizing my talents! It was about time!


Sol... it was familiar... the patrons has spoken only vaguely in passing, but he was a kin. And he knew his kin.


"A part to play? A role to fulfill?" Lips of diamond dust parting in a smile,"Oh I assume I'll be taking centre stage as my role?"


It is said with a note of humour, but it was no contest really. Not exactly lookers, the rest of them afterall.

Spoiler

Okay, rolling. Intellect 2 and Academics 3.


[dice]8917[/dice]

 

[AllHailDago]

Khaziir


Khaziir nodded, an incredibly odd looking action in the mist cloak, after reading the contract thoroughly. There weren't any traps or loopholes in the rather straightforward contract. If they did this job right, Citizenship would be theirs. Khazzir had little issue doing just about anything this man could cook up if that was the prize. Khaziir signed the contract and slid it across the desk to Mr. Shine. Then Khaziir simply observed the others, for both professional and entertainment based reasons.

 

[Grey]

"Discorporation is fine," Shine says, taking the contacts, neatly folding them, and putting them in his jacket. "Try not to kill any part of him permanently. For reasons of liability, the planning and execution are up to you. I suggest using Magus Aleksandros' tower as your base of operations."

 

[Aldur]

Drusa


The Wrathling bellowed. He couldn't resist telling his opinion on everything. That wasn't important now. The contract seemed legitimate. Shine unveiled this odd group's base of operations. Aleksandros' Tower. Their tower.


"Hold on a moment, Mr. Shine...we don't have a say in this? I don't mind your kind, but do we really have to share our tower?" Drusa looked around wanting to utter an apology of sorts, but in vain.


She turned to her teacher as if he had much say over this decision either.


"Master?"

 

[Silvertongued]

Fulmin


With a furrowed brow, Fulmin threw something vaguely resembling a concerned glance in the Magus' direction before returning to glare warily at Shine.


"Whatever, let's just get goin'. All the sparkles in this place is makin' me itchy anyway," says the demon with a shrug as he rises, coupled with with some idle scratching.


He claps the Magus on the back with a hand like a leaden shovel.


"So beardy, what kinda digs ya got?"

 

[SephirothSage]

Aleksandros





The Bearded old Magus frowns for a long moment at the thought of opening his tower to demons. To vile, shiftless, treacherous monsters of sin and evil given shape. It offends him on a base level- and yet.


Here he is in the depths of Hell, surrounded by the fiends. To openly exhort against them, to deny this contract... these are things that will result in his death sooner than he is comfortable with- in the cessation of his existence before he has even had a chance to try and claw his way back to the mortal realm. He is silent as he looks on- frowning for a long moment before sighing and nodding.


"It seems that, for a time, we shall be opening our tower to these... business associates of ours." He says- nodding to Drusa... before turning to Fulmin.


"As for that... it was the centerpiece of a palace, back home. Here, just a tower of sturdy old construction, and fine craftsmanship. Rather warded, I suppose- and most importantly, my home." He states softly, taking a deep buff from his pipe as he rises to stand and looks around. "Ahem. Regardless... I suppose I'll guide you all to it; while I have you all in one place."

 

[PixelWitch]

Zenith


The Prideling had never set foot in a Mage's, nor indeed even a mortal's dwelling before... this would certainly prove interesting...


I wonder if they have better taste than any of the other Circles... maybe I could put my touch to them...


He almost leaps to lead the way, sun beams poring from his frame, when realises he does not know were they are headed, in stead waits calmly, sunlight trickling through his clouds in watery bursts.

 

[Cirno]

Zenith's light catches on the gleaming surfaces of their employer's office and Mr. Shine himself.


She straightens, allowing wisps of hair to escape and form a delicate fringe to shield her eyes.


A magi's tower. What secrets did they hold there? She grins.