DearTrickster

What Are You Listening To?

@Ejected

Saaaame! I love this song and the video is gr8.

Mass Effect: Borealis

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Naaah.

Actually, I was going to get the other collab started and we can do this too, now I'm free from the shackles of work. :D

@Dervish

Omg me 2. It's like we have time off together for once :D

Mass Effect: Borealis

@Dervish So like... Do you wanna do the thing? Do a collab with Honka Tonka? :>

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Due to the insane level of activity in the IC just wanted to make a few quick mentions here in the OOC :). I'll also start throwing in a hider at the end of my posts, @ mentioning if I mention other PC's directly. Hopefully that'll help keep other players aware of what I'm doing.

@ShyDot I'm up to collab Odette and Mandate's meeting whenever you are! Lemme know~

@NeutralNexus Odette sent Cowl a text message in this post, regarding Racheli's discovery in Lost Haven. I can imagine it was well after Cowl's coffee break~ so there's no worry of making additions. Also whenever you have time, (I know you've been swamped by RL) I'm still up to working on the Memory Trunk stuff. There's no hurry though~

I'll be making an update to my character sheet with a list of NPC's and updating Odette's post index soon. @nitemare shape

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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Time: The Next Day - Afternoon
Location: Central Park, New York City

The rain from the morning had refreshed the greenest place in the city. Puddles formed along the paved pathways and walkways. While the reservoir swelled unnoticably. The sun shone bringing the temperature to something rather mild and a light breeze. Making this day as lovely as it could be.

On a bench situated along it’s edges on the far west side Odette Favre sat reading on her tablet, perusing the New York Times. She was dressed in a pale pink 3/4 sleeve dress patterned with black flowers, her toned legs crossed her with her 3 inch nude heel bouncing unconsciously. Her makeup had been officially switched to summer time products. Less bronzer, spf speciality foundations and moisturizers, shimmery eyeshadow to catch the light with a nude lip. Black designer butterfly sunglasses were perched on her nose. She was half listening to Bach talk about Soul Stones. Given enough time he could talk for hours just about anything. Earth Fey were so often the serious and stoic faction but it was the first lesson Odette learned on her own. Show enough interest or genuine curiosity Earth Fey were chatterboxes with amazing memories, only waiting for the opportunity to share.

Unfortunately for Odette, lingering chills from the Leylines being disturbed so violently the night before left her fidgety. She couldn’t put her finger on it but Central Park still resonated strongly with disturbance.

Some articles had her reading through them, one involving a large beautiful photo showcasing a lavish fundraiser event from just a few nights ago. In the foreground was the city’s District Attorney Daniel Reeves with his son and girlfriend. His son was eerily a spitting image of his father. They wore perfect smiles. The caption noted what Mr. Reeves was wearing and contributions to the fundraiser… she blinked with disinterest swiping left to a new article.

“When we return to Paris we will be busier than ever. Between the summer rehearsals, work with the Syndicate-” Bach began listing off on his fingers, he squinted noticing something breaking through the water in a little ways off shore. “We’ll need all the help we can get…”

“Merci, you reminded me I need to text my newest associate.” Odette said stowing her tablet into her purse and switching to her smartphone. Her fingers rapidly typed a new message to Lekh, Silence. Odette needed information on Racheli, while the files she originally had from the kidnapping file were at home they weren’t enough to really cover Racheli’s history. The Ambassador wanted to know everything. Silence could help her with that.

Bach pulled a face at that. He watched the surface of the water. As curious as Lekh’s powers were, Bach did not care for the career criminal.

Are you free to have coffee with me soon?
I have some great news

She finished the text with a few emojis then remembered Lekh’s cell phone was from the stoneage. She quickly deleted the emojis then replaced them with:

~*~<3~*~

Smiling to herself she sent the text message.

“Curious happenings in Our Home of Homes.”

Bach rolled his eyes at the approaching water nymph her head breaking up through the water. She spoke in a warbling heavily accented dialect, her fish-eye globes staring black at the pair. Rare to see a water nymph in the middle of the day, but the school of nymph’s inhabiting the reservoir were heavily isolated. Probably starved for interesting visitors.

“What is she saying, Bach? Probably some limerick.” Odette said flatly. Water associated Fey were often difficult to communicate with, they liked their word games and rhymes.

”We had the most curious visitor. . . Strange and new. The Princess has told us of the human Ambassador, whispered her warnings.”

Bach sighed pushed off the bench stepping up to the shore and crouching down to meet her. He spoke rather well in the lyrical dialect, whispering vowels while clicking on hard consonants. Bach knew numerous languages most of the main dialects of the elementals.

“What did. . . you find?”

”The colour of polished steel. . . an eye red as wailing siren lights. . . It left our depths when the Great Disturbance occurred. . .the night that just passed… it is still near the shore.”

The water nymph gurgled quietly. Nervously stealing looks at Odette. Bach dug through his pocket, acorns and sunflower seeds spilling out. He found a penny, rubbing his thumb over it. He flicked it and the water nymph caught it with a splash happily humming returning beneath the water.

“She said something strange was in the reservoir last night and after the soul stone creation it moved and is still here in the park.” Bach said standing before Odette shoving his hands into his pockets. “Might be worth checking out.”

Odette swiped again idly, “I suppose. I’ve been feeling rather off ever since we entered the park. I assumed it was lingering energy disturbance from last night.”

Bach smiled pleasantly, offering his arm to her, “Then let us investigate, My Lady.”

They walked leisurely along the path, Odette let her senses guide her toward the increasing pressure. The concentration of magic was more noticeable now that she was focusing on it. In a subdued area along the shore beneath the shade of trees was a motionless humanoid, silvery and just... lying there in a pile of dirt. Odette checked over her shoulder while people around her moved on without so much as a curious look. How was such a strange thing escaping notice?

Odette casted an illusion charm on herself, to humans she would appear as an animal. She approached cautiously giving the golem a wide berth pushing her sunglasses onto her head. Bach was on the other side of the golem staring curiously, never seen anything like it either. Strange wouldn’t begin to describe this golem it was easily 8 feet in length, segmented to be vaguely humanoid in shape but otherwise definitely not. Odette had seen some made of stone, brick and even packed mud. Never had she seen something made of mercury. A deep crimson eye tracked Odette’s movement.

She tried English first, “Good afternoon... Silvery-One. I hope I am not disturbing your rest.”

Mentions

@ShyDot: Mandate's discovery

@MelonHead: Text Message to Silence

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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Feat. @fdeviant as Puck

Previously… on Create-A-Hero Season 1 Natural Selection Arc

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Time: 3 Months Ago
Location: Ironworks, Lost Haven

Struggling her way back through Ironworks The Ambassador all but cursed, even as she was beaten, broken, and severely exhausted she couldn't utter a single word. Using the remaining ginger in her purse to help Bach recover past the iron he pulled her up to walk. It was a long process, the minutes dragged half as bad as her feet.

“My Lady Ambassador! You are alive!” An air sprite flitted before her at a dizzying rate.

She gave them a withering look. “Of course I am. Worse for wear but I am alive. Give me a report, where is the metal man?”

“Gone, My Lady. He had this to say before he left.”

”If you’re still alive down there, little fairy girl… if you can still hear me, wherever you are… then consider this a warning. Stay away from me, and my kind. If there is a next time, I will be far less lenient.”

-@EnterTheHero

"He has enough sense not to assume I am dead. Not enough sense to actually check however." She huffed with resignation. A quiet resolve burned at the pit of her stomach. She made a promise to herself that the metal man and Racheli would most certainly pay for the trouble they've caused. They are, however, unaware of how high that price will be.

The air sprite looked uncomfortable with the next part of the report. "There is something else you should be aware of, My Lady."

Bach stopped walking as did the sorceress, "Well, what is it?"

"Puck is here."

Bach and Odette shared a look, her expression pulled tightly into a grimace.

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The Ironworks stood in shambles. Police lights flickered against the metal ruins, the red glare highlighting the remnant blood stains. Bodies lie in burning piles amidst the rubble, scorched by the combined might of science and magic. The Cowl's surviving men, those lucky enough to escape with their lives but not with their freedom, were escorted from the premises, loaded onto riot vans, filed into police cars. As dawn approached, a new calm seemed to settle over the battlefield, a new quiet embraced the surroundings . . . but something sinister halted the return to peace.

At the height of the Ironworks, atop a maze of scaffolding and a floor of death, there lay Joseph Mathers, all alone, his final resting place as mundane as they come. From behind his broken corpse came an eerie light, one that manifested as a thick, red haze that soon took the form of a large, ornate door with golden trim. It opened, realeasing the sounds and smells of the demon tavern, The Red Devil. Through the portal stepped Robin Goodfellow, Puck to his friends, the mischevious imp and proprietor of the demonic establishment. He was dressed in a fine black suit, skin dark and clear, shining with an ominous, etheric glow, hair falling neatly around a pair of black antlers.

Puck stepped forward, looking down at Joseph. He sighed.

"I told you no good would come from trying to play the hero. You weren't meant for fame, my dear . . . but neither were you meant for this." Puck grieved in his own way. He'd loved mortals before, befriended them, sheltered them, gave them the world, but their lives were much shorter compared to his, and humans, he found, came to swifter, more grizzly ends than he.

He waved his hand, a black shadow enveloping Joseph's cold form and escorting it to a safe place. Puck simply waited, knowing that his presence had been felt.

Hobbling into the warehouse once again, unwisely considering what little time she had to escape herself. The Air sprites had given Odette plenty of warning and updates in regards to the authorities. As she was, she would be in no condition to fight nor defend herself against the likes of Puck. Though she should have known, should have guessed the connection. Joseph Mathers wasn't simply an old nosey witch.

Bach held up his pact partner the best he could. He was feeling perhaps worse, struggling against the effects of his iron poisioning. Walking past the towering shelves in the warehouse once again they arrived to the area where they faced the Ouroboros and their unwilling master.

Odette leaned heavily against one of the desks still inact catching her breath, staring down the patient figure that was Puck. Joseph's body was gone. She had never met The Red Devil's proprietor but knew of his realm of influence. Knew of him and his network.

Not looking presentable in the least, her clothing was in a rotten mess. Her hair mussed with dust and blood. Her skin red and angry from iron burns. But her manners however found the energy to be extended to the likes of Puck. "Good morning, Mister Goodfellow. What brings you here?"

"I heard that congratulations were in order; I wanted to deliver them myself. It isn't often that a witch under my care is slain by anyone of your kind or otherwise. They are usually far more cautious than to allow themselves to fall prey to someone of lesser talents . . . so that must mean that your talents were superior."

"Oh, you mean Joseph? I understand desperation but to so naively summon the likes of the Ouroboros with no contingency plans to protect oneself from powerful spirits. It is a rather poor choice that resulted in my exploitation." Odette shrugged sorely. "He had no buisness here otherwise."

She tucked some frizzy hair behind her ear, "There is no love loss between witches and the Fey. You must realize that, Mister Goodfellow."

Puck nodded, "Of course not, your kind have been guiding witches for centuries. Once upon a time, I counted myself among your numbers, danced in your courts, entertained your kings and nobles. No, the Fey will always be an important asset to the likes of witches and ones such as myself." Puck was just as calm and cool as Odette. He felt rage, he felt grief, but lashing out at Odette was far too obvious, and Puck held no stock in being obvious.

"You are also right in saying that Joseph's actions were foolhardy. I don't mind telling you that he had been searching for fame for some time now. His entire reason for becoming a witch was to make a point to his father, to lash out and make a name for himself outside the shadow of his family. But, as luck would have it, he was forgotten by them, a name lost to time. Even in his death, very few shall remember him, and even fewer will care to. All of this," Puck motioned to the ruined Ironworks, "this was his chance at fame. But alas, poor Joseph was bested by one who shall one day be infinitely more famous."

He brought his hands together and began to clap briefly.

"Bravo!" Puck feigned enthusiasm.

Odette felt a pang of irritation at the imp's sarcasm, it was masking something else. Again, she was in no position to do anything about it other than rely on her words. Something else was giving way to a growing unease. Her alias was well known as she worked several years in and out of the Faerie Realsm building her reputation. Alliances afforded great resources, favours garnered and debts incured were the Fey's bread and butter. What fame was Puck referring to?

She hesitated to ask directly but time was running down the clock, it would only be a matter of time when rescue and clean up crews would pick their way into the warehouse.

"Are you hoping to incite a sense of empathy for the likes of Joseph, Mister Goodfellow? You will be sorely disappointed, I will not apologize for being the cause of his death. He brought it upon himself by initially intruding on my operations and poisioning the Archon of the Old Earth. He deserved no less." Odette said evenly, her anger from earlier that day had been quelled when she saw the life bleed from Joseph's eyes. "You have retrieved Joseph's body so what is it that keeps you here? Obviously not to make small talk."

"As I said, I came to extend my congratulations and offer you a gift for your triumph. I am in the business of rendering services to others, especially those that best me and my employees."

Odette tore her eyes away and looked to her partner instead. She knew better than to accept gifts from anyone. Bach looked as uneasy as she did.

"My Lady, it doesn't need to be said. I don't trust whatever it is he has to give."

She chewed on the inside of her cheek whispering to him, "He probably won't let us leave until he gives us his 'gift'. We may have no choice."

Bach gently squeezed her shoulder he turned to Puck, "What are the conditions to such a gift, what is that you intend to give?"

"I wish only to give you a bit of my own foresight, a look at what will but has not yet come to pass. It is within your best interest to accept my offer now while it carries no price, else you shall live with the pain of not knowing what lurks beyond the horizon. But if you are content to live with in your state of willfull ignorance, your vision will remain limited and I shall take my leave . . . the choice is yours."

Odette thought on that for a few moments. The future did little to scare her, it may prove to be a humbling experience or give her some time to prepare for hardening against tragedy. Regardless, information was power in whatever form it took. Although she did not trust Puck in anyway his words or visions would be entirely subjective. As were most oracles.

What would the likes of The Ambassador truly have to worry for?

Pushing off from the desk she walked forward with a slight hunch approaching Puck, "A gift is a gift. I accept."

Puck gave the pair a devilish grin.

"Very well . . . You, my dear, are as the Earth, a powerful force, one of beauty, strength, and resolve. You are forever changing, forever overcoming obstacles, forever evolving. And when the elements, the very forces of nature over whom you have unbridled authority, conspire against you, you adapt in amazing ways. When your womb is scorched and dried, you do not become infertile; when your wells run dry, you release the gates of heaven and bring down her floods; when your limbs are scattered by the winds, they grow anew and become mountains tall. You will always adapt, always overcome your creation . . . but when a mother hurts her child, she may never regain their trust. And you, even as the Earth, can be hurt by her children in the most creative ways."

"But do not be fooled, your children are not the only ones who reside in your domain. Their stands upon your plains a being ancient, much like yourself, who comes in the guise of a friend. She is a fire that burns brighter than your own hearth, one that can level forests and leave nothing in their wake, and she is angry. Her spirit burns even now, but once she reaches her potential, once she devours the flame of humanity, she will be unstoppable. And the question isn't whether you will be burned, but if you shall reemerge from the ashes."

Puck didn't wait for Odette's response, nor did he stay to see her expression. He already knew of her pain, he had seen it. With that, he receeded into the crimson door that lead back to The Red Devil, the two of them fading until there was nothing but a stone wall in their place.

Odette's heart was racing well after Puck took his leave. Bach was without a word as well. When her mind snapped back she dug through her purse for her phone. She quickly spoke back everything she heard in near perfect citation. Bach corrected her on a couple of words but once the recording was done she stared at her smartphone. Surprised by how affected she was and shaken with unease. Perhaps the exhaustion was to blame for how sensitive she felt.

The air sprites urged her to move on. Using their limited magic to mask her escape from Ironworks. On the back of her broomstick she snuck away into flight, allowing her mind to wonder on her flight back to Lost Haven. The Ambassador would rest and by the next day she would be back to her full power and confidence. Her phone however now felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, the weight of the future.

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Time: Present
Location: The Ritz-Carlton, New York City.

An empty bottle of wine sat on the solid red oak table between two lush chairs. Where moments ago Odette had been planning and speaking with The Broker, a Prince of Hell. In her slight alcoholic haze did her memories cast back to Ironworks once again. She itched to return to Paris where she could truly begin her plans against Racheli. She grabbed her phone then tapped into a well buried folder. Opening a recording and listening intently to it.

"And the question isn't whether you will be burned, but if you shall reemerge from the ashes."

She replayed that section several times focusing on the words and hearing her own voice crack near the end of the sentence.

Bach gently removed the phone tapping the red button to stop the playback, "My Lady? Why are you listening to that again? We discussed it to death, we agreed it was just a ploy to unsettle and disturb you. Puck lost one of his own and decided to punish you with his strange prophecies."

"I don't know." She said with a sigh. "It still sits at the back of my mind, like a nag. Something tells me denying it would simply... ruin me."

Mass Effect: Borealis

@Fallenreaper I'm not surprised Vellios is the one with cuffs in his toy collection. For the sake of clarification (and nothing else cough) does he carry it all in a separate suitcase? Y/N

l o l

Mass Effect: Borealis

DRONO POST UP.

I*M BACK AND I BROUGHT DRAMA

@Hellis

SHit, sorry, was working on a SB post but accidentaly clicked psot before i was done. SOrry for htis guys, my bad. Will try to finish it ASAP and my apologies for my dissapearance, haven't been feeling too well.

Edit: Alright, finished my ifrst Shadow broker post in, well, ever. Sorry if it's to very good, first tiem doign anythign like this, but I hope that it helps you guys see a more clear picture of Khosin which is it's main objective.

@Mortarion

I missed Drono and Khosin equally <3.

Also @Hellis do you think Drono would be up to infiltrating the comms center with Dex and Tonka?

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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Time: Present - Evening
Location: The Ritz-Carlton Hotel, New York City.

Broker liked the Ritz-Carlton. Mainly because one of his unknowing acolytes owned a stake in it. Although, he preferred the Grump Tower. The demon was in full demon form, no need to hide his nature when dealing with Odette. The Ambassador would not be put off dealing with a person who looked like the literal devil.

"I take it you felt it?" He said, referring to the earlier soul circle. "Do you wish to see it?" He said, a gleam in his eyes. Blueberry rolled her eyes in a teen like fashion. And added to the conversation in her own way.

"Ew, Gross." She exclaimed and left the room. Actually causing Broker to pause. He wasn't exactly new to the concept of revulsion and its many causes, he was a demon after all. But like fathers everywhere, teenage girls provided a unique and often confusing spice to life.

"...Too much internet."

Indeed, The Ambassador had felt the sudden and great disturbance across the leyline in New York. The Leylines crisscrossing Earth were a great source of life and magic, souls flocked to it after death and made their home. While magically inclined humans could tap into it as the Arcane Stream. Odette travelled the Arcane Stream and as she was very familiar with it's ebbs and flows. Souls being forcefully ripped from the stream had sent involuntary chills down her spine.

What was a surprise was when a Prince of Hell had shown up outside her hotel room calling her not only by name but by alias. He towered above her at over 7 feet tall wearing a bathrobe of all things. She gave him credit asking politely for her to allow him inside, behind him was a gluttony demon as well blue as a blueberry. The Legions of Hell rarely clashed with the Fair Folk and it would hardly seem prudent to just leave him outside.

When he had shown her the Soul Stone it was absolutely beautiful. Radiating power of thousands of souls and it was her first time seeing one of this caliber up close. Hardly acknowledging Blueberry's comment, her attention squarely on the diamond.

Whispering her awe in French then she switched knowingly back to English "It is absolutely magnificent." Bach had his eyes on it as well matching her awe in his expression. He was naturally wary of The Broker, knowing him as Greed Incarnate.

Broker held it delicately between two fingers, the shine from it casting strange and warped shadows about them. "Yes. It is." He said, a grin so wide it might as well belong to a cheshire cat. "But, dear Odette. It is only the beginning. The Centerpiece of a plan years in the making." He tightened his fist around it. "There is to much unruly competition between us... Morally flexible creatures." He walked over the to the window overlooking the city. "Barron in Las Vegas and his Ancient Vampires." He said, pointing in the way of visionaries everywhere. "There is a Lich, There is me. There is you. There are many more." He turned back to face her.

"We get in each other's way unknowingly or very knowingly and help the annoying pests known as heroes to ruin our plans. To that, I say no more." His eyes had that gleam again as he leaned over a table. Rolling out a paper. "I always felt that Arthur's Roundtable was unfair. We need our own." He eyed her. "It is time... For Evil to go... Incorporate."

Her blue eyes followed him as he spoke, she had taken a seat in one of the lush hotel room chairs her teeth gently gnawing at the inside of her cheek. "A gathering of like minded individuals to... accomplish what? That Soul Stone alone can accomplish great deeds as it were. In your hands Hell has the advantage here. Why would you need help from myself? I thought the Fair Folk gave you a cold." She said amicably, foremost very curious. The idea of them gathering their minds and powers was rather appealing but with the likes of Barron, there could be... some conflicts of interest.

"Because I have that power, I know someone is going to react adversely and help cost me a lot of energy and effort. What the so called good guys got, is communication. Synergy. They work like a CEO's wet dream when it comes to saving the day." He said as he sat down himself.

Odette pulled a face in response to that. Begrudgingly true in respect to the recent string of victory afforded to metahuman superhero groups.

"Besides. I told you this was just a centerpiece..." He smiled and pointed to the paper. There was alot of old languages on there. But in the middle was a artifact of some sort. And the text saying; Solomons Cube.

"Solomons Cube. A amplifying cage for necrotic and soul infused magic." He said, eyeing the ancient blueprint. "Sadly, the parts of it cannot be made anymore. It needed some unique components." He looked to Odette. "But...They can be found. You cannot destroy it entirely. Just disassemble it. Someone did that several thousand years ago and I happen to need some help acquiring them."

Bach spoke up next having read the paper over Odette's shoulder. "Such plans have been lost to the ages. Solomon's Cube... My Lady can you imagine how we could utilize such a device?" Ambition sent Bach into excitement.

"Certainly, I can imagine just about anything." She replied schooling her expression to remain neutral picking up the paper for a closer look. "A legendary item such as the Solomon's Cube does promise great power to whomever holds it. Broker, what exactly do you need me to do? My services are hardly cheap. While the reward of glory could appeal to some however it does not appeal to me."

"Allow me to pour some wine and we shall talk business." Odette said pushing up from her seat and stepping up to the mini bar. Pulling up some french Pinot Noir, using a corkscrew to open the bottle. Pouring the wine into a decanter. "What you are proposing will grab the attention of many."

"Naturally." He said, unperturbed. "Even as we speak, some good natured person with a modicum of magic talent realizes shit hit the fan at terminal velocity-" He allowed her to give him a glass. He took a sip and let out a rumbling, pleased noise. "Excellent year." He said over the glass. "You and everyone else will have... A stake in the cube. Just like a corporation, see? Get in now, get a majority share."

Odette pulled another face at his vulgar language before sipping lightly on the wine choosing wisely not to scold him. "Who exactly is aware of it as of right now? I do not have much sway or hold in New York."

"I do not know for sure who will come after us at start. It is a race against time. What I need you for is not here. Back in Britain rests one piece. I cannot get to it due to Titania and her Fey Courts..."

Odette's mouth curled into a smile, "Titania? Is that all? Transform a man to a donkey and you'll have her melting in your hands. If it is in Britain then my guess it would be under Stonehenge."

"I'll leave the fineprint to you. We know it's general location; Just as we know the other three pieces are spread wide. There is two in the states. One somewhere in Nevada, likely buried with some chieftain. The other is down by the border. It was only just dug up when searching for oil. I'll be handling that one personally. Texas is a place where money talks."

"I can certainly see to retrieving the piece from Titania or at least it's location. If it is under Stonehenge it will take me some time to breach the area. It is a heavily anchored leyline, while I am rather talented with manipulating the arcane stream, I think I may need some help."

"See. This is why we need to go incorporate." Broker mused. "Let's put in a word to the other potential associates."

"Not so fast. I am not working for you for free." Odette said firmly. "There is no guarantee your plan will succeed and I am not wasting my time for failure."

"I own...a substantial amount of artifact and magical capital. Name your prize."

"That is not necessarily the Fey's way. I want a favour."

"Tsk. Always favours with your lot."

"A Big Favour I can call upon without condition, please and thank you." Odette said.

Broker felt a pang of admiration and annoyance. "Alright. Deal."

Her smile was gracious, "I will help you assemble Solomon's Cube in exchange for a Big Favour from you." Offering her hand out looking straight into the red eyes of the greediest demon in Hell. "We have ourselves an accord."

"We do indeed. I pity those that get in our way." He said, staring holes in those blue, calculating eyes.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@Hellis So with you're recent post with Rune and his noticing of the leylines, would someone like Odette be able to notice something like that? Or would she need to be in the sewers as well?