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The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

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The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

It looks okay. But I'm kinda concerned that another dedicated scientist character may not have the abilities to seriously help out in combat. Which is gonna be a more recurring thing as this RP rolls.

Are you okay doing a purely support role? Like making potions and stuff? Or do you wanna edit the CS a lil bit more?

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

"Well, now that we’ve established contact. Might as well bring in the big guns."

@ShiningSector@DracoLunaris@13org

Almira observed as the people from this planet introduced themselves in very accented Indonesian, like incredibly accented Indonesian. It’s almost like all those historical characters Almira learned in history class were suddenly brought to life in a bizzare simulacrum of reality.

The woman named Catherine Blackwood introduced herself in accented Indonesian, while the martial artist named Fei Bai Ho and Dumas was quickly introduced by Srikandi. Who quickly gave Almira a brief description of who they are and what they are doing, with Srikandi herself explaining that she herself is an adventurer dispatched into ‘The Great Table’, apparently a mountain that looks like a table within the depths of the ‘Dragonspine Mountains.’

Now Almira is getting a little bit of a bearing herself. Her ship crashed in The Great Mountain, part of the Dragonspine Mountain range in this world. Very, very interesting facts coming from the woman adventurer.

“Saya berterima kasih kepada anda Srikandi. Saya harus berbicara bersama persekutuan saya dahulu terhadap informasi yang saya telah dapatkan (I thank you Srikandi, I now must talk with my group regarding the information I’ve received).” Almira responded. Bowing her head towards the group and now turning her attention once more to her group.

“Alright. Q-T, bring the cavalry now.” Almira ordered. “Might as well get this party started while we go about our introductions. Also yes Q-T, you can answer questions regarding yourself.”

Almira also felt that the initial exchange was a bit one-sided. She herself hasn’t explained who she is, and Garret’s team was awfully quiet during this whole exchange. “Garret?” The captain asked. “Would you mind introducing yourself and your team to these people? Also, do open your helmets for this exchange. I have an inkling that the people here might think you are robots due to the armour you’re wearing. Don’t worry, if the translator can’t translate, just explain yourself in English and I’ll do the translation.”

While waiting for Garret to prepare his little spiel. Almira opened her cape, revealing the clothes she’s wearing underneath, the genetic modifications made on her all those centuries ago has made her much more resistant to cold than the average human. She then lifted her hat, revealing her bunny ears, and then bowed with her right hand on her stomach. “My name is Almira Gunnarsson Budiman.” She introduced herself in Pataliputran. “I was born a very long time ago, and I currently live on an island chain. Although if I were to explain where I live specifically, you would all be confused. Let’s just say that I came a long, long way from here. I am currently 347 years old, yes, that is no mistake, but I am always more than happy to make new friends in my long life. It is a pleasure to meet all of you.”

The mention of her age came as a shocker to both Galmira and by the looks of it. Srikandi. The Dragoness peering her eyes towards the Indonesian woman for a second, her eyes, generally as calm as a frozen lake, now shocked beyond all belief at that brief aside from her. “Almira. Did you not joke about that? You do not look like a day older than 20.”

“Hmm? Oh… oh yeah, no modern medicine, and no life extension tech.” Almira reminded herself in Indonesian, jokingly knocking her head. “Sorry. Forget I said anything about my age.”

Almira also turned to Anki. Responding her question with a shake from her head. "No. I am not an Alchemist or a Mage, I am a former soldier. This person next to me is my friend."

She hoped that her age didn’t become a major topic of conversation for the adventurers. People living over a 100 years are a pretty common thing in the Commonwealth’s worlds and habitats. It’s so normalized now she almost forgot that life expectancy didn’t exceed 100 years before the Last War.

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--The 300 year old Woman--

@Shirly Swad@Medili@Martian

Srikandi was very sure this Almira woman was joking when she mentioned that she’s over 300 years old, but judging by the reaction of the Dragoness, and the fierce but not really convincing denial from Almira. She is not quite sure what to think anymore.

She would be lucky to live over the age of 50. And yet here is this woman, a mundane by the looks of it Human Woman, with a lifespan that can match Dragons.

Catherine mentioned that she believes that they are visitors from the stars, and Srikandi quickly scoffed such a mention as just the ramblings of the insane woman, but now? She’s not quite sure herself.

Oh, right. She hasn't introduced herself, reflections on this matter may come later, but her manners must come first.

“Hello. I am Srikandi Nagasari, an… Adventurer. I hail from the city of Putridewi, I am the head of this adventurer’s group. It’s nice to meet you.”

A short introduction, but it’ll get the job done. And as quickly as she introduced herself, she turned her head towards the group and then asked the question that’s burning in her mind. “Hey, did you hear that right?” Srikandi asked everyone “Did you hear that she’s over 300 years old? Do you think she’s lying? She mentions something about 'life extension' as well?"

The Ksatria naga turned towards Anki. "Does Oberia have any magics that can extend life Anki? It might be the one place in the world where that's possible for me. Do they also act like Oberians too while we're at it?"

A burning curiosity and fascination is inside Srikandi. She has to find out where these people came from, and why they're here out of all places to be.

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

@Liotrent

Alright. So some light breakfast of Rice with some veggies and meats (that her Persian friends have beautifully set up), and Bunga was ready for today. She is out and about, she remembered probably mentioning about waiting on her dorm for James to enter, but somehow she's got a feeling that James wouldn't be meeting her in the dorm entrance. She also decided to not wear bodypaint on her legs and arms, so it's just going to be plain Bunga Kurniawan for today, no fox ears, no fox tails, but still 100% of her boundless energy. That's one thing Bunga's pretty sure she can't change with any formula, from all the branches.

Although she's quite curious about Electric Dynamicism and how it'll change her personality, she's got a feeling it might be able to change her personality. But she'll leave the fantasy of that in her head for now.

Walking within the hustle and bustle of Bermuda. With all the buildings jutting out, their architecture seemingly coming from different cultures and yet, merging beautifully at the same time. In just her short walk to find James, she found a bunch of buildings made with Greek Columns side by side in what looks like Chinese architectural style buildings. What purpose do these buildings hold Bunga has no idea. But it feels weird, a good kind of weird, that these buildings are right next to each other.

And it was during Bunga's walk that she found James. Sipping some warm drink, basking in the sunlight, and reading a newspaper by the looks of it. "James!" The woman waved to her, walking briskly towards him, and sitting right in front of the British Polymath, her smile as bright as the sun James was basking himself. "I finally found you, yay!"

"How are things James? Are you doing alright? I heard from my friends that there's some chaotic happenings last night. Have you heard about it yourself? Gah! A part of me wanted to investigate the issue myself. But, I have to keep my appointment with you. So... how are you James?"

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

I'm open. Can I see the CS?

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

"Miss Bunga. Wake up Miss Bunga."

The sleeping girl from Palembang slowly woke up as her BPN handler rouses her into consciousness once more. It was only a couple of years after her discovery of animalistic Egoism, and the government has taken a keen interest in her studies. Bunga's house, once felt very secluded and homely, were suddenly swamped with visitors from Trowulan, important people with important badges wearing expensive clothing, talking in a language Bunga's familiar with, but not so much so that she felt comfortable talking with them. The formality of it all is... jarring for Bunga in hindsight.

"Hmmm. Anggini, are we approaching this 'training facility' anytime now?"

"Actually, we've reached this training facility Bunga. You might wanna look out the window to your left."

Bunga peered out, and saw... veritably nothing. Just an endless sea of greenery, jungles for all the eye to see.

Is this what this long journey all leading up to? Taking a boat from Palembang to Jayakarta, and then a very, very long trip on a horse driven cart to the depths of the mountains. Only to arrive at a... jungle?

Is Anggini here a bit mental?

"Umm, Anggini." Bunga talked, jumping out of the cart. "Are you sure that this is where we should be arriving at? I'm pretty sure that we're in the middle of nowhere."

She turned around, looking at the thick foliage and the sounds of animals all around her. She was about to turn around and head back to the cart, but literally out of nowhere, a man suddenly jumped out, from where that man jumped out of Bunga's not really sure herself. But she can instantly tell that this man's... unique.

"Ahhhh. A woman I see." The man talked to himself. "Wow Anggini. I didn't expect that you'd be so confident that you'd let a young woman like her train under me. I definitely promise that I will not harm her in anyway, shape or form."

"Yeah, sure Wiro."

He then turned towards Bunga. Changing his demeanor to suit the situation more appropriately. "Ah, where are my manners. Miss... Bunga Kurniawan right? My name is Wiro, just call me Wiro. I am the Chief Martial Arts instructor for any prospective BPN Agents. And my oh my, they sure do know where to get their talents huh? Those pencil pusher sin Trowulan sure knows their stuff when picking agents."

"I will be teaching you martial arts primarily, but also people's skills and also some tricks in case you got into a tight situation and need to ensure your safety. Trust me, I have a 99% success rate in agent satisfaction."

"It's more like a 50% satisfaction rate with female agents. I should add." Anggini commented. "But yes, I know nobody else in this side of these islands that knows Martial Arts better than... him. Unfortunately."

"Alright! So, I have the shack where you'll stay for the next 6 months. I look forward to teaching you Miss Bunga." The man then visibly kissed the Egoist's right hand, smiling at the thought of training her. "I look forward to teaching you the mystic and powerful martial art of the 212 style!"

Bunga wasn't quite sure what to make of this man. He seems eccentric without a doubt, and she is personally not sure if she wants to spend 6 months, day in day out with this Wiro person. The fact that Anggini also mentioned that the man also has a 50% satisfaction rate with female agents didn't help matters either. But... the offer to go to Bermuda is just too good to refuse, way, way too good. The opportunity to continue her research cannot be ignored, even if... she must spend 6 months with this potential creep.

In the end, she sighs, nods her head, and grabbed her suitcase. "I look forward to studying martial arts under your tutelage, master Wiro."

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"Haaahhh... Hahhhhh. Ya ampun."

Her breathing was ragged, and her body was covered in sweat. She is 2 months in and the training regimen Wiro put her under in was very, very intense. A lot of running, a lot of sparring martial arts between her and Wiro, and a lot of... weird expositions from Wiro, especially explaining how weird his exploits are, and his most... unusual stories involving women.

Bunga's starting to understand why he has that 50% satisfaction rate among women. This man is... quirky to say the least.

And while she is here drowning in her sweat, studying kicking and punching techniques that she's slowly getting better at, but not so much so that she can spar against Wiro and win. Wiro is still out there, practicing various martial arts techniques with his weird Dragon Axe. Slicing and Dicing against the air, the man seems like an endless bundle of energy, constantly training, socializing, and then further training her.

She can already see her muscles slowly forming, and it only has been 2 months.

"Hey Bunga! Are you done taking a break? C'mon! Get back into the fight! I have some techniques that will blow your mind! Like, you can knock out a person twice your size with this simple punch, c'mon!"

And yet, despite everything. Bunga can also see the other 50% of women that is satisfied with Wiro. He might need to improve his conversational skills with women, but in the end. His sheer energy and enthusiasm in training martial arts more than make up his awkwardness for Bunga.

"Yes Master. I'll be back in a sec." She responded, finally getting up and stretching her body once more. She is super sweaty, and super tired, but training for an hour or two again doesn't sound too bad. Makes the shower and dinner afterwards much more relaxing in her experience.

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Bunga opened her eyes, she noticed that the sun's up.

What an interesting set of dreams she had last night.

Outstretching her arms. The Nusantaran woman climbed out of her bed and slowly walked towards the shower, a bit groggy and dreary eyed. But fully rested by all measures, her animalistic features are gone, most likely disappearing during her sleep, so no fox tails, or fox ears in Bunga for now.

She'll graft the Egoist Body Paint onto her at a later point. Not now, not while she's about to take a shower.

A short shower later, she makes sure her clothes are fitted well. She needs them to make sure she's presentable after all, but before going to breakfast, before starting, well, anything. She makes a beeline straight towards the books she just bought yesterday. Two books focusing on the current state of Egoist research on natural formulae, she has read one of them, the book focusing on Europe's progress on Egoist research, and now she wants to see what the African continent has had to offer when it comes to Egoist research concerning Natural Formulae.

The areas around the Swahili City States interest her the most, she has heard rumours about it. But she never got the pleasure of actually going into the cities of Mombasa or Zanzibar. "Alright, so let's start learning shall we." She said. Opening the book and starting her studies for the morning.

She might be a BPN agent, but she's not gonna spend her opportunity in Bermuda to waste. Might as well read the academic literature while playing Secret Agent.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@AWACS@13org@BigPapaBelial

Amanda’s face must be sweating something fierce right now if she was a human. After making sure that Scarlet and Mikey have locked down their area, Amanda made sure that her sneaking didn't alert any potential enemies. Making sure that her steps are light, her eyes are looking all over the place, and her hand gripping her suitcase as hard as possible. Making sure that she does not lose her melee option should the need require.

Walking out of the forest, making sure to keep her presence as small as possible. She searched the local area, a bit more rural than the city proper. The female Android noticed a vehicle being parked, she didn't have to say anything more, just one short look at it and she knew this vehicle would take them to the office fast.

Breaking the windows, Amanda quickly got to work. Using her own internal electric circuits to jump-start the vehicle. Car on hand, Amanda sighed a little, making a mental note to repay the stranger who ‘lent’ her the car in some manner.

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A group of operators approached the forest. Not minding the sleepy gas attendant. They quickly approached the forest where the magicians were last seen. All of them looked professional, able to react in an instant to a sudden threat.

These are no ordinary thugs, they’re trained operators, pretty much designed to kill a designated target quickly and efficiently. Nobody knows if they’re PMC, Former Soldiers turned rogue, or perhaps everything in-between, but just a casual look at their movements, the squad leaders’ hand signs and deliberate steps. A high level of training pretty much oozes out of them.

2 of them approached the group, not knowing where they were specifically, but definitely staking out the scene, while another 2 operatives, 2 on the left and 2 on the right, approached from the flanks. Their Soviet Era assault rifles and the various modifications made to them making deadly weapons to anyone that knows how to use it.

It appears that Scarlet and Mikey would have to ensure the safety of Faye for the moment, in the face of such odds.

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@Martian@King Cosmos

Madeleine isn’t necessarily a person known to be able to blend in. Her visual appearances aside, she has lived some 500 odd years, and some manner of ancient speech patterns does tend to bleed out into her speech from time to time. She is aware of this, and sometimes she tries to curtail that behavior lest she risked not being understood by her colleagues, but sometimes, on a few nights when she drank too much. Her old speech patterns usually come out.

And while she doesn’t usually remember it, her colleagues usually made sure to remind her of how… crass she was when she’s on the bottle. Making swear words and acting significantly more wild than her typical, restrained self. They’d also made remarks about how sometimes she breaks into long speeches in some unrecognizable language, they think it is German. But it is quite unlike any German language she’d ever heard.

So it came much to her surprise when she encountered that same German, the German that she learned from her youth, the same German she saw the Kings and Queens of those old kingdoms from the 16th and 17th century make declarations, talk, and socialize with. On an Email chain out of all places.

And the contents are not pretty.

Discussions about Human Sacrifices, transactions from Mr Friedrich’s personal bank accounts to a series of bank accounts in multiple countries for some unknown purpose, discussions between ‘the lodge’ and himself, most typically with the lodge making threatening remarks about how his parents and grandparents will be cursed, tortured, or even worse should he resist, mentions about other people he socializes with. And finally, a long rambling madness of a letter, touched many times with expletives and curse words Madeleine didn’t even think one would use nowadays, abruptly ending with no response whatsoever from the lodge, or anyone really. "Well, so apparently this lodge speaks in Medieval German, or whatever the scholars call that German anyway." Madeleine remarked, mulling a bit over her newly discovered findings.

All in all. Quite an enlightening read.

The conversation with this ‘lodge’ also yielded a very important detail. She noted a particular address during one of their Email chains, perhaps the location where this ‘lodge’ is located? Hmm, intriguing.

She was about to wrap up the investigation. Perhaps go to the lodge with Xaviron and Morgana. But just as she folded the laptop up, right at the edge of her eyesight, a piece of paper, with a peculiar seal stamped on it, opened. Curiosity overtaking her. She grabbed the letter and… well, she was very much surprised.

Mr Raimund

Do not bother us anymore, I have had it with your constant visits in our Newcastle manor. I will never confirm nor deny our involvement in whatever witchcraft you might suspect I am in, but I can assure you that any spell patterns we may have sold to our clients are completely and totally inert and harmless.

I suggest you take this up to the overly smart people in the OMR office in Frankfurt, surely they may have a solution to your problem.

With much casternation.

Angelica Faith.

“Uhh, Morgana.” Madeleine summoned the English witch. “You may want to read this.” She handed the letter over to her. “Once you’re finished, I think we’re ready to go further, we have enough evidence to potentially wrap Friedrich Raimund’s case up. Strangely enough.”

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@Martian@King Cosmos

“Mein Gott.”

Madeleine Disir is a very old woman, she admitted it herself, she has seen the start and end of many a conflict during her long life. She has seen the rise of Prussia, World War 1, the rise and fall of Nazism, and the fall of the Berlin Wall. She knows just to what depths Humanity (and Humanoids) are capable of when sufficient desperation and resources are fed to them. She has seen the best and the worst of them. From eloquent arguments and artistry, to the worst of war-crimes and brutality.

And yet, she didn’t expect such carnage when the group entered the Penthouse of Friedrich. It is not unusual that there is such carnage, but what makes this especially… unique for Madeleine is the fact that this carnage happened in these times. In 1995 out of all times to happen.

Blood splatters are everywhere, seemingly drawn up to look like runes but Madeleine couldn’t figure out what runes they are from. Candles arranged in a circle and what looks like a Satanic star in the centre, destroyed furniture, visible claw marks being seen in all the pieces of furniture, and perhaps, most importantly, a computer that doesn’t seem to be much touched at all.

She noticed a lot of stuff for Morgana to study on. Even more runes to dissect, some satanic ritualistic magic stuff to be analyzed, and she thinks that the shelf over there would be very useful assuming Morgana needs a source for where these spells originate from. For Xaviron, Madeleine plans on assigning him on covering the Claw-Marks, this could be just some random act of violence, but she believes Xaviron, being Canadian and all, would prolly figure out if this was some cryptid or something, and she herself will study the computer.

Honestly? This scene doesn’t seem to be connected to Mr X, or whoever’s in that lodge at all. Seems haphazard by the looks of it. Or perhaps, that is the purpose? Make it seem haphazard to screw up investigations of this certain Friedrich Raimund?

Only one way to find out.

“Xaviron. Can you investigate those claw marks? It seems like some cryptid or beast is probably responsible for such things, I don’t know how or why there’s such a beast in this penthouse, but I want you to investigate it, report to me of your findings.”

“Morgana. I know what you want, and you’re gonna get it. Can you investigate all of these runes? They look like a mixture of English spellcraft combined with magecraft from various cultures. Can you find out what they’re for? Perhaps some binding ritual for the tattoo? The drawings of an increasingly erratic Friedrich? And also, what about that Satanic ritual doing over there? Seems disconnected from everything really. Can you figure that out as well?”

“I’ll personally trawl the computer over there, figure out what’s happening.”

“Oh, and also.” She brought over a box, opened it, and put a piece of latex material over her hands. Handing the box over to both Xaviron and Morgana respectively. “You might wanna handle this scene with care. Police might also be investigating the site as well, so keep it sterile ok?”

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

"I really don't like where this is going"

@ShiningSector@DracoLunaris@13org

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Galmira looked at the Alchemist woman. Her eyes not paving away from her one bit as she explained how the group managed to kill the dragon, she explained how they have to kill the dragon in self defense, how she thinks it would be a waste to let the dragon rot in the wild and be prey to vultures, and how the young dragon is demanding payment because they’re ‘trespassing’ his territory.

In the end of it all. Galmira could only conjure up a sigh and looked at the Dragon Knight of Pataliputra. “You, Dragonborn.” She called her. “It seems that this alchemist in your party is particularly incompetent when it comes to the art of conversation. Nonetheless, you have defeated this young dragon in honorable combat. In line with the Dragon's Code, I won't kill you for slaying one of our own.”

She then turned towards Catherine. A visible look of disdain coming from her as she sees the vials storing a variety of Dragon body parts, like some trinkets in a shop. “Next time, treat a corpse with respect. He might be in the wrong, but that is no reason for you to loot his body like that.” Finishing her sentence, she went back towards Almira’s group, addressing a much concerned Almira and her team.

“Do not worry Almira. It is part of the Dragon’s Code that a Dragon fighting a human must win, yield when all evidence points to the dragon's defeat, or die in Honorable combat, should any lesser creature use treachery and deceit to kill the Dragon. Then it is the duty of all dragons to hunt down the individual. This group of particular adventurers did kill the Dragon in honorable combat. And as such, has the rights to the Dragon’s body.”

“Although if you want my opinion. You might want to ensure that the Alchemist over there.” She pointed her hand towards Catherine. “Does not gain access to your wares and tinker with it. Only the two gods know what she’ll do if she were to know what you people are truly capable of, and they do not approve of it.”

With that being said. Galmira went back towards Almira's group, sitting down in a lotus position and squarely observed the potential interaction between the two teams.

“Uhh, alright then.” Almira replied after the fact, now totally unsure where to continue. “All of you over there. Would you like to uhh, introduce yourselves perhaps?” She said in Pataliputran. “My name is Almira Gunnarsson Budiman, and I am the… leader of this team of mine. Who are you?”

The Captain then turned towards Q-T shortly after introducing herself asking her yet another question. "ETA on the translator arriving here? We need that thing ASAP now that discussions are about to start."

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--Introductions--

@Shirly Swad@Medili@Martian

For a good little while. All Srikandi could do is just wait anxiously as Catherine make a not too convincing argument on her part, all she could do is just wait as the Dragoness would blast all of her teammates into oblivion.

And then Galmira addressed herself.

“You, Dragonborn. It seems that this alchemist in your party is particularly incompetent when it comes to the art of conversation. Nonetheless, you have defeated this young dragon in honorable combat. In line with the Dragon's Code, I won't kill you for slaying one of our own.”

The Ksatria visibly sighed as Galmira walked back towards the group she unloaded, learning something new about Draconic conduct concerning combat was not how she thinks this day would be, but she doesn't seem to mind it either way. The woman noticed that Galmira is talking with the other adventurer party, seemingly a little back on forth by the looks of it. In the end, the woman wearing the big hat and the coat. Seemingly the leader of the group, introduced herself and asked the rest of Srikandi’s group to do the same.

Turning towards the team. Srikandi conveyed what the woman said. “Alright alright. So that woman with the white clothes wants us to introduce ourselves, perhaps to break the tension of the situation and make all of us on favourable terms with each other. So who wants to introduce themselves? I’ll translate whatever you say into Pataliputran in case she doesn’t understand."

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@Martian@King Cosmos

“Mind controlled by a spell of English origin… Most peculiar indeed.” Madeleine commented. “So a sort of slave spell? Hmm, I might need further information on this one.”

Turning towards Xaviron. Madeleine also nodded with Xaviron’s assessment. “Indeed. It wouldn’t make sense for some bewitched man to just go out of his way on some suicide attack. Unless… What if it wasn’t an attack? Perhaps more like… some spell gone wrong? A man waking up on the wrong side of the bed? Or perhaps a cry for help from someone on the inside? Getting a bit too caught up in Mr X’s plot that he/she wants out?”

She then walked towards the police officers. Now taking pictures of the body alongside the OMR agents. “Excuse me, but do you know who this man is?”

“Oh, him? Yeah. We know. Friedrich Raimund.” One of the officers replied. “He works in some big bank in downtown Frankfurt. Was responsible for the bank’s German and Dutch operations.”

“Does he have a criminal history before this?”

Both officers shake their heads. “No, not really. In fact, we just got the call on an apparent shooter in his penthouse just this morning, acting all crazy and stuff. When we arrived, he immediately got into his car. A couple minutes of chasing later, and, well, here we are.”

“Is this your first time encountering him?”

“Well, uhh, yeah.”

“Then how did you know his name?”

“Oh, well. Because the caller mentioned his name when he called emergency services. We did a little back and forth with the Police HQ after he died.”

“Hmmm…”

So a person imbued with a slave spell, suddenly starting to shoot up the place, has no criminal history, and is pretty well known in the banking world. Madeleine has several theories, but before going forward, she has to do something first.

“Gentlemen.” She greeted the Police Officers again. “Are you okay if we go to mister Friedrich’s apartment and search the place up? This reeks of some sort of magical crime, and I would be grateful if the police were to let us OMR types to search the place.”

“Oh, oh yeah. Just go ahead. I already called the chief and he permitted it. Just drive to the apt and give your credentials. Here.” One of the officers pulled out a piece of paper and started writing on it. “The address.”

She grabbed the piece of paper while thanking them. Returning to Morgana and Xaviron. Good news in hand. “Alright, so do you want to come with me for a little adventure in some rich man’s penthouse, or do you want to go do some paperwork again? Your choice really.”

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@AWACS@13org@BigPapaBelial

Amanda knows what Scarlett is saying. She knows those two areas are death traps should they attempt to march through there, but Scarlett’s suggestion to hunker down sounds like a potential death wish too. Holding down the fort and calling for help, not really sure if the potential mole has heard of the distress call, is a good way to get even more bad guys onto you.

But Scarlett’s suggestion gave Amanda an idea. And it might just be crazy enough to work, Amanda is no stranger to crazy plans, being one of the few androids that managed to survive the assault against the Abomination after all.

“Yeah. Scarlett, let’s go to the gas station.” Amanda agreed. “You and Mikey hold up in the forest and tend to Faye, while I’ll try and search for a car, are you ok with that? I don’t wanna tip off the potential mole inside the Minsk office of our presence, so I don’t wanna make any calls to that office just yet.”

Her plan is brutally simple. Procure a car, make a beeline to the Minsk office, and then hope that the chaos from their chase and firefight is sufficient to make the Minsk office unable to ignore their plight for any longer. The potential mole would find it impossible to delay aid any longer, since the whole office would be on high alert.