Psyker Landshark

Cacophony Concord

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP: 2370/2370 MP: 5650/5650 SP: 460/460
Character Sheet

Given that he hadn't been with the party proper, Amulak arrived later than the rest to Ames's home away from home. He audibly whistled upon entering, nodding in approval. Confused design elements aside, it was a rather comfy place. Useless for combat, certainly, but as someone with a utility Nucleus himself, Amulak could see the utility in it. An established base could do wonders for restocking and regrouping in otherwise contested or hostile territory for a dedicated group of gankers. Or even just for PvEers exploring uncharted territory.

"Very good!" He nodded to Ames, picking a chair to kick back and relax in as he sniffed the delectable aroma of fresh bread. Mmm...hopefully it was a nice rye. "I do not suppose you have beer too? Could do with kicking back with cold one, yes?"

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

Valeriya Zhukova

Damn. So Kiran had noticed the tracker Valeriya had put on him. Oh, well. She'd been just as prepared for this outcome too. Plus, someone was coming up behind her. That was worse. If it was Shou, an Egoist being involved was worse than any weapon or device Kiran was reaching for in his pocket. Tch. She hadn't figured some pretty-boy novelist celebrity to be so shrewd. Logically speaking, though, the fish boy didn't have any investment in this outside of Kiran being his roommate. So as long as she didn't make the first move, the Chinaman had no reason to involve himself.

Well. There was one method she had to ensure them some privacy. And really, there were worse targets Valeriya could have picked for what she was about to do. Kiran was damned lucky he was pretty.

"Oh, no. Business can wait." Valeriya smiled, slowly approaching. Once she was within a few steps' distance, she lunged. One hand went around the back of Kiran's shoulder, the other went for the wrist he'd stuck into his pocket, and Valeriya's tongue went straight into Kiran's mouth. There. Let Shou walk in on that.

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

Valeriya Zhukova

Alright, enough time had passed. Valeriya set her now-emptied mug of ale down. Either Kiran was still in his room or he wasn't, but it didn't matter at this point. Worst case scenario, Valeriya still had a holdout pistol with her. Not the most optimal method of settling the situation, but it was a last resort. Against a Technologist taken off guard, it'd be more than enough.

Curfew was approaching, and there went her other timeframe. Sure, she had her method of breaking out now, but she'd have to leave the device in the dorm's wiring to do so, and that was an unacceptable risk. Plus, considering her suspicions about Jeanne from earlier in the day, there was a good chance something malicious was going on behind the scenes during curfew hours. It was only speculation for now, but further information would likely be useful to her superiors.

Valeriya left the bar, starting to make her way up to where she knew Kiran and Shou's dorm was. The tracker she left on Kiran during the dance last night was still broadcasting. She'd have to make sure to take it back with her during her exfiltration. Finally, it was time to get to work.

Cacophony Concord

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP: 2370/2370 MP: 3643/5650 SP: 460/460
Character Sheet

As the battle ended, Amulak relaxed, slumping slightly in his hiding spot. That had been more of a pain in the ass than he'd been expecting, really. Judging by what the others were saying, they wanted to take a quick break, and really, he was all for it. Being two thousand mana above where he was at right now sounded better than going into another fight at nearly a half tank and with half the party nearly dead.

The loot the party dropped was more or less what he'd expected. Raime was right. Either these guys were actual supply runners or they'd just performed the group's duties for them. Either way, the party was technically doing their jobs, so, mission accomplished.

"I will meet you all at inn." Amulak communicated telepathically to Leif through Weishaupt.
"Also, go fuck yourself. I am supposed to know random samurai can absorb magic? You are definitely in Africa and not Thai red light district, my friend."

Cacophony Concord

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP: 2370/2370 MP: 3643/5650 SP: 460/460
Character Sheet

Ah, cock. This samurai had some kind of spell-absorption skill going on. How wonderful. Leif would be giving him so much shit over this later. The rest of the battlefield wasn't going as well as it had been but a few moments earlier, either. Mags got trapped in a cuckshed, Raime was about to go for a mutual kill, and, alright, well, at least Ames was moving to help. That left Amulak a split second to decide his next move.

With the amount of time he had and the resources available to him...oh, wait. His meatbag golem was back within spell range. Perfect. Amulak had a good card to play, but it was only limited to one target. Raime had a shot at killing the crusader bard, so helping would be redundant. Leif and Mags were both nearly dead, but Leif still had a fighting chance. Mags was locked down, so her it was. Sure, if Leif died, so did his own link to the party, but he had to go for the play that had the better chance of finishing the fight.

Amulak's remaining Earthrot golem lumbered up toward the kannushi, with the necromancer himself casting Deathly Toll as soon as possible, binding the kannushi's life to the golem's. The moment the carrion construct was in explosion range, he snapped his fingers from his hiding place and detonated that bitch, hopefully comboing off the last of this prick's life.

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

Valeriya Zhukova

Oh for the love of-

Of course she'd been roped into this. The one thing she hadn't wanted out of this little lunch trip. And to top it all off, they didn't even give her the courtesy of eating said lunch. Valeriya hadn't eaten today outside of a light breakfast, damn it! Bastards. And then most of the group had ditched anyways, leaving the Russian with both her equally unfortunate lunch partner and the Vietnamese boy she'd danced with last night.

Well, better to get this done with. After all, the only reason she went along with any of this nonsense was to have favors owed to herself in the future. A service rendered now would prove useful if she'd needed something that she couldn't do or acquire herself later on.

Thus, when they arrived at the scene of the crime, Valeriya wasted no time in getting to work. First off, that policeman would have to be diverted if she wanted to take any serious look at the area.

"Hana, Bang, I don't suppose either of you can distract that poor guard over there? Or lure him away from this area? I won't be able to do much investigating with him breathing down my neck, saying students aren't permitted here. That, and I'd rather not draw any undue attention from the administration just yet." Valeriya murmured quietly to her companions, hoping that one of them had a solution so that she wouldn't have to demonstrate some of her training in public. Because while she could handle this situation herself, it'd look somewhat suspicious for an engineer to be performing some of the feats she was trained to.

Cacophony Concord

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP: 2370/2370 MP: 3946/5650 SP: 460/460
Character Sheet

Ah, son of a bitch. There went 500 MP yeeted a good distance away from the fucking mech, and the other 500 MP was currently stunned. Well, no use crying over spilled milk. They'd forced the kannushi to pop their Nuclei, but Mags seemed to be on top of that situation. And with Raime on the bard, the samurai was the issue at hand. Plus, considering Leif's relative proximity to everyone in the fight, the samurai was pretty much the only one of the three Amulak could target with some of his more nasty shit.

"Was going to do that anyway. Oh, by the way. Do best Emperor Palpatine impression. Will be funny." Amulak responded telepathically to Leif, snapping his fingers as he detonated the carrion golem the samurai had stunned, but hadn't moved away from. Immediately following the Necrotic Explosion, Amulak snapped off thirteen words like his life depended on it and channeled the magic through Weishaupt, assailing the samurai with black, cursed lightning. Another 800 MP down the shitter. Hopefully, it'd put this one down, or at least force her to pop some kind of big cooldown. Meanwhile, the meatbag golem continued to steadily plod back toward the fight.

Cacophony Concord

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP: 2370/2370 MP: 4650/5650 SP: 460/460
Character Sheet

There was a bit of a hiccup with Leif leaving Weishaupt's effective range, but a few moments of frenzied scurrying fixed that, and Amulak reestablished connection as quickly as possible. Just in time, it seemed. Party of three. Samurai tank, some sort of melee bard hybrid, and a more traditional caster. Of course Leif had the poor luck or timing to ensnare the only member of that party that wanted to be straight into the fray. Oh, well.

"I tell you already, I make spooky shit." Amulak sighed over the telepathic link Weishaupt established between himself and Leif. "Summoning backup, try to keep them separated!"

He cast Reanimate Corpse II paired with both Aspirations of Undeath and Dominance of Desecration, erecting two earth golems at the cost of almost a fifth of his mana pool. The first undead golem rose right next to the samurai, its stats optimized for melee combat and already swinging to try to do as much damage to her as possible. The second undead golem creaked up close to the spellcasters. Likely unbeknowst to them, this one was just bait. Its entire AP pool was poured into HP, with the aim being to have them panic and blow cooldowns or strong spells on it.

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

Valeriya Zhukova

In all honesty, Valeriya hadn't particularly cared which restaurant Hana picked. She'd get around to trying every cuisine she could eventually, considering the duration of their stay on Bermuda. Still, considering the food last night, Japanese certainly wasn't something she was opposed to.

What she was opposed to, however, was the fact that they'd somehow inadvertently run into the "Jeanne and her minders" crew also dining at the exact same restaurant. And that the maître d' had the actual audacity to seat both her and Hana right next to Jeanne and company's table. Fucking cyka.

"I'll have the sushi omakase, please. And the plum wine." Valeriya informed the waitress before turning back to her newfound lunch companion. After Hana ordered, Valeriya struck the conversation back up from where they'd left off.

"You work with the hospital, and with chemicals?" She raised a brow. Interesting. Off the top of her head, drug and chemical production wasn't particularly the domain of Technologism, unless someone was particularly creative. So more likely than not, the girl across the table from her was an Egoist. Not something of particular importance just yet, but it was a curiosity at the least.

"The pharmaceutical field, then? I confess, I have not heard much of your work." Valeriya smiled apologetically, managing to overhear the other group's conversation despite herself. Damn it. Oh, well. Might as well keep listening, just to keep a handle on what's going on. Far be it for her to get involved with any of that when she had her own mission to accomplish, but it would make an interesting tidbit to include somewhere in her report.

A gunman, eh? Jeanne wasn't the only one familiar with a firearm in the room, and...shit. Someone in that conversation would probably realize it sooner or later. Hopefully later, but more than likely sooner. Damn random chance for screwing her and dragging her into this nonsense!

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

Valeriya Zhukova

"Valeriya Zhukova. A pleasure, Hana." The blonde Russian smiled. While she did have a job to do, there wasn't exactly a time crunch. Plus, there was still operational security to consider. No need to tip her target off by reapproaching so soon. With that in mind, there was nothing wrong with spending the rest of the afternoon expanding her social circle. Who knows, perhaps this girl would be useful to her interests some time in the future.

Plus, she needed a late lunch and eating alone was for social outcasts.

"I have already secured myself a workshop, actually. I work in weapons development, and so my choice of workspace was limited to being closer to the armory. In any case, if you have time, I was busy working for most of the morning, and I find myself in the need for lunch. I don't suppose you've eaten yet?"